Chapter 5
Jack had been a little sorry to set Lisa free. He liked sucking on those big tits, and loved ramming his cock up and down her cleavage while she sucked the tip and crushed her full soft breasts against it.
Still, they had to all go sooner or later, and keeping her more than three weeks didn't leave room for another slut to come and get her training. And they wanted to train as many sluts as possible.
It fell to him to set the whore free, mostly because he got off early on Fridays. He took her near where she said she lived and dropped her off. They'd told her to simply tell her family that she'd forgotten who she was and didn't know where she'd been. There were certainly enough bruises still on her to make that believable.
Jack wasn't happy with the slut they still had. She was okay, he supposed, and had a wonderfully sweet face, but he liked his slag with more meat on it, like Lisa. He wanted another full bodied whore with big tits he could fuck.
He knew Bill liked them daintier, finer, liked the ones who seemed either innocent or had the air of grace and dignity. All Jack wanted was a slut with big tits and a nice ass that would hold his ten inch cock.
It pissed him off that Bill had grabbed that whore without asking. Maybe he should do the same, just find a slut that appealed to him and take her. Hell, maybe they should find room for three bitches, and all have their own. They'd share, of course, but each would have his personal choice.
He scoped the target list, looking for early targets. One high school had a cheerleading practice every Friday that let out at three. The girls usually went home from there, and often alone. Why not check it out, he thought to himself. Maybe he'd find a choice piece of cunt meat there and just pop it himself.
Ashley Cooper walked out of the school's gymnasium after cheerleader practice in a very good mood. In fact, she was still giggling about the practical joke she and her friend Susan had played on that cow Karen Morgan.
She hadn't bothered to change from her red on white cheerleader outfit, just thrown her coat over it. She was in a hurry to get home. Her face was smiling as she headed through the parking lot. She was replaying the look on Karen's face when she found out there was a hole cut in the rear of her panties.
She giggled a bit, her bright, youthful face lighting up at the memory. Her white teeth glistened in the sunshine as she moved out of the parking lot and onto the sidewalk that went past the school. The wind was blowing right into her face and she lowered her eyes and tossed her head a little to clear her long blonde bangs out of her eyes.
Suddenly the world changed. Someone grabbed her from behind. Her scream was stillborn as a big gloved hand clamped down over her mouth. She was yanked backwards, twisted around, lifted up, and tossed into the trunk of a car.
Before she could make a sound the trunk slammed closed. She screamed then, screamed in terror and panic, hoping desperately it was some guys playing a joke, maybe friends of Karen getting back at her.
The car lurched forward and sent her rolling against the side. She tried to find something to grab onto as the car turned a corner and raced down the road. Her eyes were huge and round but she could still see nothing in the pitch darkness of the drunk.
Her fear mounted, even though she tried desperately to convince herself it was a joke. The car drove on, turning a number of corners. Surely they would have pulled over by now if it was a joke. Maybe they were driving her home. Yes, that was it. The car would stop, the trunk would open, and she'd find herself outside her own home, stupid guys laughing at her, and Karen looking smug.
But the car kept going. She huddled in the bottom, whimpering, fighting back tears. She tried not to think of what might happen, of who it was that had her. If it wasn't a joke, it might be a crazy person. Maybe she was going to just disappear and never be seen again, like those people on the missing posters.
The car slowed, there was a little bounce, then it drove forward very slowly. She heard the sounds outside change, the engine becoming much louder as the car entered some enclosed space. She heard a rattling sound, like when the garage door closed at her house.
She huddled deeper in the trunk, terrified now, staring up towards the top of the trunk, waiting to see who would open it. She heard the engine turn off, then the slamming of the car door. She could hardly breath, her heart pounded so loud she couldn't hear.
There was the sound of a key in the trunk lock, then the door opened wide. She stared up in terror and terrible disappointment at, not a bunch of teenage boys, but a big, big man, one she didn't know.
"Oh God," she whispered.
The man was in his thirties, and had blonde hair. He wasn't bad looking, really, for an old guy, but he had a cruel and evil smile on his face as he looked down at Ashley.
"Get out," he said, his voice rough and gravelly.
She stared at him, too frightened to move.
"Get out!" he yelled.
She screamed and burst into tears. He reached in and grabbed her by the hair, jerking her out of the trunk. Again she screamed. He dragged her out and shoved her back against the car, sliding a huge hand around her throat. He choked her breath out and held her there, shaking her a little, glaring angrily.
She gripped his hand, trying to pull it loose. She couldn't. He continued to glare at her.
"Shut up," he hissed. "Keep your dirty mouth shut!" He shook her again, then slowly loosened his hand. She gasped for breath, panting, chest heavjng.
The man let go of her throat, gripping her arm instead and leading her around the car and down a set of narrow stairs that ended at a heavy steel door. He unlocked it and led her down a narrow hallway, then into a wide low ceilinged room. There was a big bed in the middle of the room, and aside from a couple of old straight-backed chairs that was the only furnishing.
The man grabbed her and spun her around, then his big hands gripped the front of her coat and jerked the zipper down. She stared at him, still trembling in terror.
"Please...." she whimpered. "Please don't hurt me."
"I ain't gonna hurt you, slut," he cackled. "I'm just gonna fuck the HELL out of you!"
She gasped and felt tears starting to flow again. He undid her coat and shoved it over her shoulders, tearing it off her. Then he pushed her back against the wall and stared at her lustfully, his eyes roaming up and down her young body.
"Niiiice," he drooled. "Nice legs, nice tits." He gripped her arm and spun her around again, then lifted the back of her skirt. "Nice ass too," he sniggered, slapping a big hand down on her ass and squeezing hard. Ashley gasped and tried to pull away, but he let go and spun her around again, then shoved her back against the wall.
"Get it off," he barked.
"Please," she whined. "Please let me go."
"If you're a good girl maybe I will. Now strip. I wanna see your CUNT!"
Horrified, she glanced at the door, then back at him. He leered cruelly. "Please," she whimpered, starting to cry again. He undid his belt, then pulled it out of the loops, doubled it up, and slapped it against one hand.
"Get naked or I'll beat the shit out of you," he hissed.
Shaking in fear, Ashley's hands slowly moved behind her to the zipper of her cheerleader uniform. She tried to undo the button but couldn't because her hands were trembling too much. The man glowered at her, then spun her around again, grabbed the back of her uniform and ripped it open.
Again he spun her around, like she weighed nothing. She stumbled and almost fell.
"Show me your tits, WHORE!"
She flinched back, opening and closing her mouth repeatedly. Her uniform hung down a little since the whole back end had been ripped. She pulled it forward and off, letting it fall on the floor. Now she wore only her own white bra, her panties, and the red pants that went with the uniform.
Again she tried to reach behind her but he impatiently gripped the front of her bra and tore it apart between the cups. She sobbed weakly as he gripped her under the arms, lifted her a foot off the ground, then rubbed his face from side to side against her full, young breasts.
He bit down on one nipple, sucking it into his mouth, twirling his tongue on it as he slurped and slobbered on her breasts. He set her down after a long minute, shoving her back against the wall again.
"Now the pants," he chortled. "I want to see if you're a natural blonde. I want to see your cunt fur."
Tears trickled down Ashley's pretty face as she slipped her fingers into her pants and shoved them down. She bent, slipping them down past her knees, then stepped out of them. She stood up, trying to cover her breasts with her arms.
"The panties too, you cunt WHORE!"
She cried out and jerked back as he yelled, then slipped her thumbs into her panties and skimmed them off. Now wearing only her white socks and red tennis shoes she huddled against the wall, mortified and more frightened then she'd ever been in her life.
"Stand straight!" he barked. "Put your hands behind your head and stand STRAIGHT!"
He smacked the belt against his hip and she hurriedly straightened, then brought her hands up behind her head and tried to hold still. She shook and whimpered, looking up at the ceiling now that she couldn't look at the floor.
"Nice tits," he snickered, coming forward to stand right in front of her. His big hands slid under her rounded breasts and stroked the underside of both, then lifted them up slightly, as though weighing them.
"What size are your teets?" he leered.
She stuttered incomprehensibly and he squeezed his fingers, mashing her tits painfully. She cried out and gripped his wrists, trying to free her aching melons from his tight grip, but he was way too strong for her and ignored her cries of pain and struggles.
"Put your hands behind your head, you CUNT!"
Sobbing openly she put her hands back behind her head. He loosened his grip, stroking her breasts instead.
"I asked you what size your teets were, whore."
"Thi ... thi.. thir ... thirty-eight," she stuttered. "C or D?"
"D ... d ... d ... dee."
"Nice and fat and tasty. These were made for sucking. You know that, slut?" She whimpered but said nothing. "I asked you a question!!" he raged. She cried out in fear.
"Do you know what these teats are for?" he yelled. "Ye ... y ... ye ... ye ... yeeessss," she sobbed. "What are they for?"
"Su ... su ... suckkkk ... kkk ... iiinnnngg," she sobbed.
"And you love it! Don't you? DON'T YOU?"
"Nooooo ... oooo ... ooo."
"Lying little tramp!"
His hand shot between her trembling thighs and he cupped her pussy mound in his huge hand. He squeezed hard and she squirmed and sobbed as his hand crushed her cunt pad.
"And this is made for fucking! FUCKING!"
He squeezed her pussy repeatedly and cackled with glee.
"Spread your legs, SLUT!"
She opened her legs, bobbing as his hand mashed her pussy meat.
"Wider, WHORE!"
His hand let go of her cunt mound and a single finger pressed up against her pussy cleft. It shoved between her soft, tight pussy lips and pierced her, wriggling up into her cunt channel. She let out a moan of despair but kept her legs apart as he jammed his finger into her with painful force.
"I'm gonna fuck you soooo haaaard," he promised.
He pumped his finger up and down in her cunt tunnel and Ashley shook and sobbed and moaned in pain and terror and humiliation.
He jerked his finger out then and spun her around once more.
"Stick that ass out," he barked. "Spread your legs and stick that round little ass out at me."
She complied, sniffling and whimpering as she felt his hands squeeze her ass cheeks.
"This is an ass that needs to be fucked," he said. "You ever get ass fucked? Huh, slut? Ever get a cock up your asshole? Ever been sodomized?!"
"N ... n ... n ... n ... nnnnoooooooo ... oooo," she sobbed.
"You're gonna be! I'm gonna fuck this buttery little ass of yours until you shit sperm!"
Her mind was nearing overload now, dazed and horrified by his words and actions. His finger prodded her anus then, pressing hard against it. It worked its way up into her quickly, painfully, wiggling from side to side as he sniggered and chortled in glee.
Ashley was in shock, totally overcome now by the horrific outrage and terror. She trembled and stood there, whimpering, panting for breath, unable to comprehend what was happening.
His finger shoved far up her asshole and pumped in and out, then jerked free. He slapped her ass and she cried out from the sudden pain.
"Get on the bed, slut. Get on your hands and knees so I can fuck you."
Dazed and miserable she shuffled to the bed, then as his hands shoved her forward she staggered into it. he gripped her hips, and positioned her on the edge, spreading her legs. His hand cupped her pussy mound and gave her ass another slap.
"Time for you to get fucked, bitch! Time for me to shove my cock right up your tight little cunt!"
He pulled off his shirt, then dropped his pants. Ashley knelt there trembling and shaking, her mind awhirl, hardly even aware now what was going on. She felt something prodding her virgin pussy cleft, then groaned and whimpered as the thing pressed down hard.
It slowly stretched out her pussy opening, wider than it had ever been before. She whimpered again, staring at the stone wall in front of her as the thing entered her body. It forced her cunt walls wide apart, stretching and straining them as it pushed into her.
"Soft and warm and tight," he grunted, squeezing her ass cheeks as he drove his cock into her. She cried out when he gave a sudden thrust and he chuckled in response. He pushed forward until the head of his cock encountered her hymen, then halted.
"I feel your cherry," he sniggered.
He gripped her hair and twisted her head up and around. She lost her balance, tumbling onto her side as she grabbed at his hand, crying out in pain as her hair was pulled hard.
"Whore!" he snarled.
He shifted his grip, letting go of her hair, grabbing her upper leg, lifting it and shoving it back as he pressed her down into the bed. He straddled her other leg, leaning into her crotch as he pressed his cock down harder.
He let go of her leg, letting his chest hold it up, grabbing her by her tit and back and then thrusting down and forward with brutal power. She screamed and then burst into tears again as his big, fat cock sank into her, cutting through her hymen and sliding down into her guts.
"Whore," he sneered. "Slut."
He pulled back slightly, then thrust in savagely, drawing another cry of pain. He held her tightly, crushing her chest between his two big hands as he forced every last inch of cock meat down into her squirming, trembling body.
He gripped her shoulders then, jerking her against him, his arms running down the length of her front and back as he ground his loins into her. He jerked her up again and again, jamming her onto his big prong, laughing as she sobbed and cried out in pain.
"Cunts like you were built to be FUCKED!"
He started pumping then, using short, sharp, jabbing thrusts, jerking her body up to meet him as he repeatedly punched the head of his cock against her cervix. She gurgled and sobbed and whined as he used her body for his own cruel pleasure, totally overcome by the horror of the brutal rape.
The bed bounced beneath them as he rutted into her. His strokes became longer, but were just as hard and powerful as before. His hips slammed painfully into her thighs as his cock stabbed into her again and again, burning her cunt with the agony of the furious rutting assault.
"Little whore," he growled. "Shaking your ass and tits at everyone! This is what you were asking for! Slut! Whore! This is what you wanted!"
He hammered his pelvis down against her, even as he jerked her body up to meet the savage thrusts. His cock pounded back and forth inside her, tearing up her guts as she sobbed and whined and groaned in agony and misery.
Her upper leg was bent back painfully and her lower arm was crushed beneath her. Her cunt burned and stung and ached as his big cock skewered her. She felt like her insides were being torn apart as he rode her with furious intensity.
He let go of one of her shoulders, transferring his grip to her bouncing titties. He mashed first one, then the other, then the first, digging his fingers into the soft, round flesh with cruel force, pinching her nipples and pulling them out hard, making her yelp and whine and cry out in pain.
He giggled as she cried, ploughing his cock down into her tight hot cunt. He loved this! The hell with the guys and their careful picks, their doing things in order, throat, then cunt, then ass, all with everyone present. The hell with that and the hell with not taking what you wanted.
He wanted this slut. Sure she was small, but her tits were glorious. He loved the way they bounced and jiggled as he rammed down into her, loved the cries coming from her pretty mouth as she slammed his hips into her crotch, loved using her, loved having her all to himself.
Bill wouldn't dare bitch after what he'd done, and if Frank didn't like it let him lump it, or get his own slut. This little piece of meat was just perfect.
He rammed his boner deep and shot a hot load of sperm down into the girl's belly, groaning with pleasure as he unloaded.
"Take that, slut!" he snarled, feeling his cock spurting wad after wad into the wriggling, whimpering blonde's guts.
He staggered back a little, his cock softening. It was still early, but the guys would be here before long. He felt a momentary concern about how they would take it. Now that he wasn't gripped in the heat of sex he thought a bit of diplomacy might be in order. They had a good thing here, after all. No sense fucking it up by arguing.
He gripped the slut by the hair and dragged her after him as he walked to the door. He deliberately twisted and jerked on her hair to cause her pain, enjoying her yelps and cries and whimpers as he led her down the hall to the main room.
He flung her in, laughing when he saw the look on her face. The chains hanging from the ceiling, the stands around the room, the whips and canes and other devices of torture that were scattered around, all gave voice to her deepest fears.
He pushed her against a counter and took down one of Bill's ropes. Now how had he done it, Jack wondered. He wanted to tie the slut up like Bill did, or at least, close to it. He didn't have the patience though. He wound up winding the rope around and around her, criss crossing her tits, digging the rope in tight.
He left her ass and pussy free, because tying her up was making him hot and horny again.
"On your knees, whore," he glared.
Timidly, the girl slid down onto her knees, big eyes blinking as he moved in front of her. He gripped her hair in one hand and his cock in the other, then brought his cockhead to her lips. He rubbed it back and forth over her lips several times then pressed it forward.
"Open up, cunt," he snarled. She opened her lips with a whimper and he shoved his cock inside.
"Suck me," he snapped.
Ashley sucked on his cock, terrified of what this obviously deranged man would do to her. She was sure he was a madman who killed girls. She remembered hearing on the radio about a couple of local girls who'd gone missing, maybe he'd done it, maybe he'd done this to them then killed them.
She sucked hard, wanting him to be pleased, wanting him to stop hurting her. She did not yet know that he enjoyed hurting her.
His cock stiffened in her mouth and she bobbed her lips up and down on it as he pumped slowly into her. She felt his fingers tighten in her hair suddenly and he forced her head to tilt back uncomfortably. Then he suddenly lunged forward, thrusting his cock in hard and deep.
To her shock it rammed against the back of her mouth and went right down her throat. She couldn't believe it. Her eyes went wide with astonishment, and for long seconds, even as his long, thick tool slid down her gullet, she didn't react at all.
Then the pain and discomfort burst inside her and she tried to scream, but found she couldn't.
She couldn't breath either, not even through her nose. Panic gripped her and she tried to struggle away, but her arms were bound tightly and the man had a firm grip of her hair. She could do nothing as he slid his cock all the way into her throat, so her nose was mashed up against his belly.
He said something but she couldn't understand it. Her head was boiling, screaming with panic and horror and shock as she felt her throat bloat out around the massive intruder.
Then he slid it back up her throat pipe and she had to fight not to throw up. It was worse than when it went in. He didn't take it out though, but only worked it up and down, up and down in her throat as she wriggled helplessly, like a fish caught on a hook.
He pulled out then, his cock dripping wet, and rubbed it across her face a few times, snickering, as she gasped and panted for breath. He twisted her around and shoved her forward so she fell on her chest, then dropped to his knees between her legs.
His hand cupped her pussy and roughly lifted her ass into the air until her knees supported her. Then he rubbed his cock, not against her pussy, but up and down her ass crack. Ashley was too busy trying to regain her breath and overcome the horror of what had just happened to pay attention.
Until the stinging pain in her asshole mounted and finally broke through to her stunned mind, until she realized that he was going to, as he'd promised, sodomize her. She heaved a great and miserable sob of hopelessness, then wailed in misery as his cock thrust hard into her tiny hole.
"Shut up, fuck meat!" Jack snarled, slapping her head.
He gripped her hips and thrust savagely, ramming his prick into the slut's asshole, grinning, almost leering with delight as he stared down at her luscious round ass and watched his cock lurching forward into the round hole.
He slapped both hands down hard, gripping her full round ass in a tight embrace as he drove his cock deep into her guts. She cried hysterically but he only giggled as he thrust again. He gripped her hair, jerking her upper body off the floor, pulling it back against him.
He forced her head back then bit down on the side of her throat. His other hand slid around her, gave her tit a hard squeeze, then slid down onto her lower belly and pulled her back against him. He buried his cock up her tail, chewing and sucking on her throat as she sobbed in misery.
"Whore," he grinned. "Ass full of cock and she loves it."
He shoved her forward, letting her fall heavily to the floor as he began fucking wildly into her round anal tube. His hips slapped against her jiggling buttocks as he spiked his cock down into her. He gripped her hips in his hands, pulling her back to meet each new thrust, deliberately grinding her back and forth on the rug, knowing her fat tits must suffer.
He wanted to drag it out, but was too excited. His cock blasted out more cum, shooting it down the slut's asshole, filling her guts with his white cream.
"Gonna drown you in cum, slut," he sighed, easing off.