Chapter 8
"Come on," Suzy said to her sister, "you want to get even with them, don't you?" Cindi held back.
"Look, I just want to leave. Can we just split?"
"Yeah, but the only way we're going to get out of here is to walk downstairs and sneak backstage. Which means we're going to have to move past the roadies anyway. So why don't we just tough it out?"
"What do you have in mind?"
"Well, look, they don't have any idea that we're twins, do they?"
"I don't know. I don't think the Mohican told them anything. He just called out 'Hey, any of you guys want a little slit' and they all just piled on top of me and he split."
"The mother fucker. I'd like to cut all their balls off."
"Maybe we'll get a chance. Did that guy really stick a knife up you?"-
"Sure did. I was never so scared in my life."
"Funny, you didn't look all that shaken when I saw you."
"What are you getting at?"
She looked a little dejected.
"I think the same thing that's getting to me."
"Which is?"
"I kind of liked it."
Suzy stared wide-eyed at her sister.
"What are you talking about?"
"When they were ... when they were gang raping me like that ... there was always one guy holding my arms and another one holding my legs ... but the weird thing is that didn't really struggle. I kind of liked it."
Suzy said nothing and Cindi could tell she was deep in thought.
T think I kind of know what you mean?" she said at last.
"It's a little frightening, you know?"
"I know. I'm not sure what to make of it. I never thought that I was the kind of person that liked to get beat up or anything. I sure don't like thinking about it now."
Suzy frowned. "Me neither. But you know, when he was putting that blade up me, I was afraid to move ... and he was talking so calmly to me ... I don't know, it was almost like I didn't have any choice myself ... you know?"
Cindi nodded.
"It was like they were taking away my need to resist. It's like I didn't have any choice. So there wasn't any need to fight. No matter what happened, it wouldn't have been my fault."
"Yeah ... " Suzy frowned again. "I've never thought about that before, you know? I mean, I've always just fucked people, and just let it go at that, but I've never thought about any ... I don't know ... moral implications or anything."
"So what are you going to do about it?"
' I still want to cut those bastards' balls off."
"I'm with you."
They crept down the stairs ... all the while feeling their eardrums pounding and throbbing from the heavy thud of the music blasting through the thin walls.
"I'm amazed this place doesn't just crumble from all the constant vibrations," Suzy said.
"What'd you say?" called Cindi. "I can't hear you."
"Never mind," said Suzy, noticing that they had reached the bottom of the rickety stairwell.
Ahead was an open space, and as she peered around the edge of the wall, she could see several swarthy types lounging atop the large crates in which all the equipment was to be packed after the show.
The smell of pot hung heavily in the air.
Suzy took a deep breath. "I don't know if this is even worth the effort," she said, but I think we might be able to fuck them up."
"How do you mean?" she asked.
"Well, look, next to where they're sitting ... there's a stack of boxes that's easily fifteen feet high. Now, I don't know what's in them, but it doesn't matter. If they tumble, it'll mean pandemonium for at least a few seconds. That'll be long enough to pull those switches over there."
"What'll that do?"
"Well I don't know, but I have a pretty good feeling that it'll turn the lights out."
"Again, what good'll that do? It'll just mean that we'll be trapped back here with a bunch of creeps."
Suzy started to say something, when a voice came from behind her. "Creeps, are we?"
Both girls screamed, and quickly turned around. There stood a large guy in tight leather pants, and no shirt. He was wearing a necklace of human teeth, and wore a pair of pliers in a small holster on his hip.
In a time span of roughly two seconds, Suzy managed to take all this in.
This dude's running one fuck of a trip on someone, she thought to herself. Unfortunately, she suspected that someone to be her, and she feared the trip would be all too real.
He reached out with both arms and clamped each of his mammoth, calloused hands around the girls' delicate throats.
They began to scream, but the sounds were quickly choked off by the pressure of his fingers. He began to laugh cruelly, and then he dragged them around the corner of the wall "Hey mates," he called out, "I went and cloned the bitch, and now they're both hot to trot."
Suzy craned her neck around and saw about seven or eight guys standing there, leering at them. She felt a pit opening up in her stomach. But, to her confusion, to say nothing of her dismay, she also felt, down between her thighs, amid the dark, musky swamp of her pubic hair and her soft, pliant wet flesh, a fierce tingling start up in her clit. Soon, the sensations spread to her thighs, to her breasts, her hardening nipples, and finally, to her brain, and the entire surface of her body, so that, as the first hand grabbed at her and began to roughly remove her clothing, she wanted to scream, but no longer had either the strength, or the will. Instead, she began to moan. Loudly.
"We're going in there?" Roger asked, standing outside the club. "Of course we are."
"Jill, I can hear the music out here in the street, and the doors are closed. What's it going to be like in there?"
"It's going to be loud."
"My point exactly. Loud. As in ear-drum splitting loud. I'll go deaf."
"So? You don't need your hearing at the typewriter. What are you worried about?"
"What do you mean, what am I worried about? For one thing, I'm worried about you, for even asking a question like that. Are you mad?"
Jill started to laugh at him. "Has anyone ever told you that you're cute when you get indignant."
"Cute! Cute!!! Jill...."
But his voice faltered as she stepped up to him and wrapped her arms around him and gave him a big kiss.
Then she said, "Now, Roger, will you please stop this mindless arguing, which is getting us no place at all, and take me inside? I want to dance. And I want to dance with you."
He grumbled, frowned, then grinned, and meekly followed her inside, feeling himself get a little tense as he passed through the doors, stepping into a world that he hadn't seen since college when someone slipped him a tab of acid. He called out to Jill, but realized that it was futile. They wouldn't be saying much to each other for the rest of the evening, he assumed. Not unless that music stopped.
Suzy felt the heavily insulated guitar chords tighten around her wrists.
"That's good," a voice behind her said ... a male voice with an English accent. "Make sure those legs can't move. I don't imagine getting me pills cracked."
There was loud laughter at that. "Aw, get on now, you haven't got any to speak of. At least that's what. Your ex-old lady used to tell me when I'd pole her."
More loud laughter.
"That's the last thing that's true," the first voice said. She was fucking you because she got tired of my big dong and needed a half-sized model for a little rest."
More loud laughter.
Suzy looked over to her right and saw Cindi, as naked as she was, suspended from one of the rough hewn wooden beams that made up the backstage area.
The music outside was growing louder, gaining an intensity that Suzy was starting to find unbearable. How these guys lived around it, night after night, was something she couldn't understand.
She too was hanging from one of the beams, her arms stretched painfully upwards, her legs opened wide, each ankle bound with a guitar cord to a supporting anchor.
They seemed to be in now hurry.
"What do you think we ought to do with them, Clyde?"
"I dunno ... I kind of like what we did with this one last time."
"Yeah, but look at her. She's got a used look about her, you know. This one's much fresher and newer in her look."
"That's 'cause we ain't raped her yet, you blooming twit."
"Hey now, who you calling a twit?"
"Well it ain't me mother, is it?"
Suzy watched and listened, remaining silent, pulling from time to time on her bonds, but mostly as a test, making sure that she would not be able to break them. She wasn't quite prepared yet to come to terms with the fact, but at that particular moment, the last thing she wanted to do was to break free of her bonds. For one thing, she was afraid that if she did, they'd be much more violent with her, and she didn't actually want to be damaged or injured.
But ... and this was coming to seem stranger and stranger to her ... she did want to get raped.
She swung from the rafters, pulling at the cords, and all the while feeling a steadily mounting tension building between her legs.
She could feel a coolness on her inner thighs and knew that her pussy was secreting juices, moist, thick juices, and that they were flowing down her legs, coating the surface of her skin, and as they evaporated, they cooled it.
Ironic, that the products of her increasing heat would produce such a cooling response.
"My God," said one of them, stepping up to Suzy and running her fingers up through her slit.
"What's the problem," asked another, "ain't you ever felt one of those before?"
"Yeah, I felt her sister's just a half hour ago, but it wasn't this wet. This one's on fire, and I do believe she's on fire for me."
"Really? Well then, I think you ought to go ahead and bring up your big hose and just squirt that fire till it's out, don't you think?"
"I dunno ... she's got a pretty big blaze going here," he said, letting his fingers press up into her pussy itself, pressing aside the elastic, rubbery walls that had grown so wet and slippery.
Suzy moaned, and began to roll her hips. She hated them, hated everything about them, and yet she welcomed the feel of those probing, intruding fingers pressing up into her cunt, violating her, opening her up, abusing her....
"See there, I told you ... she's hot for it."
Another punk stepped up to the guy who was so busily probing Suzy's cunt.
"Look mate, if yer just going to stand there and feel the merchandise, why don't you get your ass out of the way. I'd prefer to use the thing the way it was meant to be used."
Suzy stared at his crotch and saw that there was an enormous bulge lurking there, a throbbing, pulsing cock that seemed aching to burst out of its restraining jeans.
But the first guy wasn't about to relinquish his place in line. "All right then, said the other, "but get on with it, would you? You've got a hot pussy there. It's time you fucked it."
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, thought Suzy to herself, feeling more and more unchained with every passing second. Her reasoning processes were virtually non-existent now, and she was having a difficult time simply keeping herself under control. There was a heat in her, and it was focusing more and more sharply right at the tip edge of her hard, swollen clitoris. She needed to feel it being touched, she needed to feel the surface of a hard cock driving into her hole, stretching her membranes, and massaging that clit in the process.
"Get with it," someone else yelled, all of them growing quite surly by now, and then, as Suzy held her breath, she saw the guy's cock pop into view.
It wasn't as large as she suspected the other guy's to be, but there was no doubt that it was hard, swollen, and that it was just aching for a hot cunt. She didn't mind starting out a little easy and then working her way on up.
He stepped up to her, and placed his hands over her breasts.
"Hello, darling. Don't you have a big kiss for me?"
She stared him right in the face, and then, the conflicting emotions that were tearing her apart, produced a reaction that ran against everything she'd been feeling. She spat in his face.
"Why you-" he said, gripping tightly onto her nipples and starting to squeeze.
"Oh ... oh ... oh ... " moaned Suzy, feeling the pain shoot back through the thick mounds of her breasts, and sensitizing the nerve endings that were racing all through her body.
"Darling," he said, "don't ever do something like that to me again. You'll truly regret it."
He clamped his thumb and forefinger even more tightly around her nipples, pressing in sharply, pinching them until they were nearly flat.
"Oh my God, oh my God!!!! " she started to scream, but then he yelled "No noise then!!!! " and slapped her hard across the cheek.
"There you are," said one of the others standing by and watching, "Irving's doing a fine job on the slut."
"Yeah, but I wish he'd do as fine a job on her slit," said another voice. Suzy was having trouble telling them apart. They were all starting to blend into one single voice ... one single attacker ... one rapist ... one lover....
She felt something new at her cunt lips now, felt her flesh being pressed aside, felt her slip opening, felt pressure at her hole....
He was pressing his cock into her, pressing and shoving and jamming his hips up into her.
Her pussy was wet, both from her juice and from the load of cum that Breeze had already deposited in her.
She glanced over at her sister, and saw, to her surprise, a look that struck her as similar to the feelings that were going through her own head. She had her eyes closed, and she grimaced from time to time when someone rubbed one of her sores, but she too was starting to roll her hips, almost as an unconscious reflex to the stimulation, not the kind of thing she would have done, if she'd had control over it ... but like Suzy, it was out of her control now ... and she seemed to prefer it that way.
There were several men standing around Cindi, two of them with their hands up her slit, spreading the lips wide and each jamming as many fingers up into her hole as they could.
Suzy could hear Cindi moan in pain from time to time, but she made no protest, said nothing, in fact that might suggest that she was experiencing any true discomfort.
She looked up into the eyes of the man they'd called Irving. (What an unlikely name, she thought to herself, for a rapist). She could feel his breath hot on her cheek, and feel the stubble from his chin scraping over her delicate skin.
He pushed incessantly with his cock, shoving that enormous glans harder and harder up into her inner chamber, where it seemed a large reservoir of passion juice had gathered, and now, like a boil that was lanced, his cock opened the floodgates and she could feel it slurping up into her as her juices spilled back down, all over his cock and his balls, soaking his tangled mat of kinky pubic hair, as well as her own.
The sudden release of so much juice lubricated his cock fully, and allowed it to go smashing all the way up inside her.
She felt the base pressing up against her hole, but his glans wasn't pressing against her back wall as she'd have liked.
But no matter. The most highly sensitized areas were getting all the stimulation that they needed, with his cock starting to slide in and out of her hole.
She was still fairly tight, and her hole closed hard around his cock, the entire circumference of her hole gripping the surface of his shaft, and as he pulled his hips back she felt every centimeter of him scraping over her, rubbing her, arousing her even more.
Her clit quivered in the hidden folds of flesh at the top of her pink slit.
As he pulled back with his cock, the membranes were stretched, and the stretching movement rubbed the tissues over her clit, and rubbed all the membranes in the surrounding area together.
It was like small, powerful electrodes had been inserted between her legs.
She felt blasts start to pop off inside her, felt flames begin to leap higher and higher, felt her juices flow, felt them pour out of her lips and slosh around the shaft of his cock....
She started to moan.
"I can't stand it! I can't stand it!"
"Hey, blokes. She can't stand it. What do you think about that?"
"I think that, if she can't stand this, we ought to give her something that'll make this look tame." There was a general chorus of agreement, and the first man that had discovered them, the one called Clyde stepped up next to Irving.
"Well, my little sweetie, I think I've got something that you'll like just as much as living's cock here."
There was more laughter as he dropped his pants, and Suzy gasped in horror.
He had a cock that under normal circumstances should have qualified him as a handicapped person. How in the world did he walk, she wondered, with such a massive piece of meat between his legs. She'd have thought he'd get tangled up in it.
"Are you going to stick that thing up me?" she asked.
"You guessed it, sweetheart, only I'd certainly hate to disturb old Irving here from doing such a fine job of fucking you the way he is. So I just think I'll mosey on around behind you, like this...."
Suzy suddenly realized what he had in mind, and then she really did start to scream.
The music from out on the stage was dissolving now into loud, incoherent noise, as if the entire structure of western music itself was under attack, the civilized world falling prey to the Vandal hoards pillaging Europe.
She screamed all the louder, knowing that she'd never be heard in any event. Suddenly, she cursed the bonds at her wrists and her ankles, cursed herself for being so docile about submitting to this treatment, cursed the lot of them, and cursed her Uncle Roger for letting them out in the first place.
She felt his cock starting to play around at the crack between her cheeks, began to press into the space, began to spread her cheeks....
Then she felt it at her ass-hole.
It was hard, it was huge, and the tight, brown, puckered ring of muscle was apparently unyielding.
She started to feel intense, sharp pains shooting out from her ass, growing more and more intense as he pushed all the harder at her.
Irving was still slurping in and out of her juicy cunt, and she wished for some of that cunt juice now to be at her ass-hole.
"Please," she begged, "it's so dry ... so hard to get in. It's too tight. Please wet it."
Clyde laughed. "Wet it, she says ... who does she think, she is. My God, we're raping her and she wants us to have a little consideration."
"You're going to kill me." she protested.
"No we ain't. We're just going to mess you up real bad."
More loud laughter.
"Please, please," she begged, her voice trembling.
She'd just felt the head of his cock press a little ways into her ass-hole, but mostly it was just stretching her membranes, and pulling against them.
She feared that she'd just be torn in half.
"Onh, it hurts, it hurts ... IT HURTS!!! "
"Hey then," said a voice, "maybe you'd best pay attention to her. You don't want no trouble, do you?"
"What do you mean trouble?" asked Clyde. "She's a woman, right? So what the devil could she do to us?"
"Come on, Clyde, it ain't going to hurt you now, is it? I mean, you could damage yourself, if you're too dry. You don't want to go tearing your foreskin off, do you?"
She felt Clyde jerk against her.
"What do you mean, tear it?"
"Well, come on. Figure it out yourself. You can tear her ... so surely you can tear yourself."
"Aw, go on then. You're just trying to scare me," he responded, giving his cock a hard shove, which served the purpose of getting it buried further into her than it had been yet.
It also yanked horribly at her pussy lips. She could only assume that it also must have pulled equally as hard on his cock.
The first thing he did was to cry out.
"Ow!!! My God, it bit me. She bit me!!! "
"Come on, who are you kidding? Assholes don't bite. Cunt's don't even bite. Although rumor has it they used to."
"Well, I'm telling you, the damn thing hurt, really it did."
"So do what she said. Wet yourself down."
Clyde said to Irving, "Pull out a second, you nurd. Pull out I say, and give me some room to maneuver."
"Hey now, I was here first."
He kept his cock firmly buried in her cunt, and in fact, he pressed it in even harder than it had been in her before, as if trying to dig in and hold fast.
"Just for a second, that's all I need. Then you can have her back."
"The hell you say. You won't let me stick it back in."
"Sure I will. Come on, you heard the argument. I need to wet me wick."
"Not here you don't. Spit on it if you must. Or go next door and dip it in hers," he said, pointing to Cindi.
"Don't be ridiculous.
"I'm tired to talking now!"
And as he said this, he started to jam his cock into her anyway, oblivious to the cock that was already there.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no," she cried, begging, "don't do it. Please don't do it. I can't take it!!! "
"Guess you're going to have to, sweetheart. Now, why don't you be a good little girl, and spread those beautiful things for us?"
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no," she screamed, begging for mercy.
There was no mercy forthcoming, however.
Only another cock, pressing into her pussy with relentless determination.
"Please ... don't do this ... please don't do this...."
"Shut up, you asked for this, and now, this is simply the exact thing you wanted. So shut up, how about it."
She felt him pressing further into her, felt the glans as it squeezed in between her hole and Irving's cock.
The sensation of stretching was becoming more and more pronounced.
"Oh my God! No, no, God it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, I can't stand it!!! "
"Sure you can," Clyde said, laughing at her.
Irving wasn't acting like he was all that thrilled with the situation either, but he wisely made no comment. He knew when someone was bigger than him.
Finally Suzy felt both cocks up inside her.
She was afraid that if she even breathed too hard her pussy hole would split right in half, literally ripping up the length of her body. It felt like a major seam was just about to go. . Then, Clyde pulled back out, mercifully, but the respite was short lived. She felt his now slick cock pressing against her tightly clenched ass-hole once more, and this time, it was clear that she was going to have to allow him to gain entrance.
Irving's cock, having her cunt all to itself once more, was sloshing in and out with a carefree abandon, but ever time he thrust forward, he pushed her hips along with him, and suddenly Clyde yelled out, loudly, "Hey, ass-hole!!! Hold up a moment. I can't get my aim right."
"So what else is new? You can't aim when you take a piss either."
"Hey mate, don't be giving me any shit now. I might have to turn you all over the place."
"Don't frighten me too much, I'll lose me boner, you know. And that would be a true tragedy."
Clyde was obviously getting upset greatly by Irving's taunting, because suddenly he jammed his hips forward in an violent jolting lurch that left Suzy gasping for breath.
"My goodness," she moaned.
"Yeah, that's exactly what it is ... except I don't know how fucking good it is any more."
More loud laughter.
"Hey, Irving," yelled one of the others, "hurry up and blow your load, so the rest of us can have a crack at that crack."
More laughter.
"You're all pretty crude, you know that?" Irving said, but Suzy felt the speed of his thrusts increase as he felt more pressure from the others.
In and out, in and out.
Harder and harder.
She began to moan and groan, and then, as Clyde's cock began to press all the way into her and she felt her ass-hole finally opening to receive him, she began to cry out in pain, her thin membranes between them.
They were thrusting with greater and greater force, Clyde starting out his fuck almost at a Grand Gallop, while Irving simply thrust harder and harder, trying to coax his balls into orgasm.
Suzy looked over to the side and saw that Cindi was getting it in both ends too. In addition, there was a stack of crates right next to her, and the rest of them were taking turns climbing up, holding their cocks over her head, and beating off into her hair.
Suzy stared as one cock, being so manipulated at that very moment, erupted into a torrent of thick, sticky, white cum that came splurting out of the glans and splashed all over her hair, dripping finally down her face.
She could hardly see, there was so much cum already in her eyes.
Thick, heavy gobs of it oozed down her cheeks.
As some approached her lips, Suzy saw her tongue appear and lick it up.
My God! she thought in shock. It wasn't her imagination. Cindi was enjoying this treatment. And from the looks of things, even more than Suzy was. Suzy had always considered herself the most active one, sexually, but Cindi seemed to be easily outdistancing her.
Suzy watched as her sister's body, kicked about like a sail billowing in the wind, shook first one way from the cock slamming into her cunt, and then immediately reversed direction that the shape of the curve her back was arched into, as the cock in her ass slammed her in the other direction.
Back and forth, one way, then the other, both cocks hammering at her like pistons, like jack hammmers, like waves battering a shoreline, Cindi was jerked around this way, then that, and finally, she simply went limp, ceased trying to direct the motion herself, and just let her body be taken by the force of the two cocks driving into her.
Suddenly, Irving was moaning and groaning . in front of her.
"Oh, yeah," he muttered, and suddenly, with a gasp, he shot his hips forward, and she felt a hot burst of his cum shooting into her.
'Yeah, yeah, yeah," he gasped, again and again, and again, moaning and groaning.
He moved his cock even faster as his balls hit the peak of their orgasm, trying to milk just as much sensation from them as he possibly could.
She felt wad after wad of his white cum shoot into her, filling her, making her walls slippery.
She was glad for that. There were several others lining up to have their turn with her cunt. At least she wouldn't have to worry about being too dry for any others.
Clyde, on the other hand, was just hitting his stride in her ass-hole, plowing in and out with metronomic consistency, moving steadily faster, but with an evenness of rhythm that kept her virtually suspended on the cushion of sensation that her cunt was bubbling up to engulf her.
In and out.
In and out.
Out and in.
Harder and harder.
In with Clyde's cock. Out with Irving's.
And then, both of them reversing direction. She felt like she was being battered from all sides at once. She felt like her body was coming apart. She felt like she was leaving her body. And then, she felt her clit responding, felt her cunt, her ass-hole, her thighs and legs, and her breasts and nipples all start to glow, to tingle, to sizzle.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," she moaned ever more loudly.
"Hey, listen to that, would you," she heard Clyde say, and the sound of her moaning seemed to drive him on to greater and greater heights of achievement himself.
He was taking steady, slow, long and deep thrusts into her now, pulling his cock back to the opening of her ass, and then waiting till he could feel her quivering, before plowing back inside her.
In and out, both of them, her body tingling more and more from every thrust.
There were hands on her tits now, hands pinching her nipples, shouts of encouragement, lewd, bawdy comments, and always, like a bass drum spurring on the galley slaves, the rhythm of those cocks, pounding ceaseless at her body, trying to bring it down.
She felt the first orgasmic waves start to roll over her, and all she could do was suck in a large breath of air, and then let her muscles slam into full contraction.
Her body went rigid.
Her eyes closed tightly shut.
Her ass-hole, like the rest of her muscles, contracted mightily, but Clyde's cock prevented it from closing ... the immovable force vs. the irresistible object controversy.
"All right," Clyde yelled, and then, just as Irving was finishing his thrusts in her, Clyde came, gushers of cum bursting from his cock.
"Yes, yes," he shouted, slamming his hips hard up against her.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh," Suzy cried, feeling her body fill with the cum from strange, alien cocks. She felt like she was stranded in a flood, that the waters were mounting, and that soon, she'd be washed away.
And meanwhile, in front of her, the others were lining up, getting ready to take their turns....
Her vision seemed to blur ... her thoughts grew fuzzy....
And yet, the image formed in her brain, inexorably scarred into her cerebral cortex.
Cocks.
Thousands of them.
All of them filled with blood, all of them throbbing, pulsing, all of them forming a single line ... a vector, intersecting with the axis of her body at that mushy point between her legs. In her confusion ... through the haze of her abuse and torment, there remained one, undying concept ... her only support.
She wanted them.
She spread her legs, and began to moan. Lord, how she wanted them.