"What car?" Auntie looked from one to the other. "What space? What garage? What are you talking about?"
Dee Dee's spirits hit rock-bottom. Would it ever end? Why her? What had she ever done to anybody to deserve this? She had borrowed a car so she wouldn't get wet, and for that, she was being made into a sixteen-year-old whore. It wasn't fair, just wasn't fair.
"What car, Honey, tell me? What does Bo mean that the owners won't take money?"
Dee Dee suddenly felt dirty, weary, and a little sick. She edged out of bed and started for the shower. "You tell her, Bo. I've got to clean."
The tepid, soothing water more than cleansed her body. It washed the guilt from her mind and the weight of despair from her body. Considering everything, how, really, had she been hurt? Her year-long quandry concerning her virginity was at an end. It was true she had been forced into the decision, but so what? She hadn't been hurt. To the contrary, she had never experienced such absolute bliss.
She closed her eyes and tried to recapture the feel of Bo's rock-hard throbber, thrusting in and out of her love sleeve. It was impossible. Nothing that good could be imagined and nothing could take its place. Not even Auntie's tongue. She soaped her cunt, gently exploring, fondling her sensitive vulva and felt the tingle begin. Oh Jesus! She jerked her hand away as if burnt. Maybe the garage men were fate. She wanted to get fucked again!
The cold water shocked more than her body. What in God's name was the matter with her? She couldn't be looking forward to fucking strangers, could she?
"I'm going with you," Auntie said. She was clothed and firm-lipped angry when she came back to the bedroom to dress. "I'll be damned if they can blackmail you. I have money."
Bo laughed bitterly. "You better have a couple of grand," he said. "Old Doyle's car is a classic. Herbie said there is a brace or two in the trunk lid that has to be pattern-pressed. They don't make 'em anymore, and the 'Poor Men's' garage has the only one in this part of the country. It's hanging on the wall as a reminder of the good old days. Besides, they don't want money! She's flat stuck!"
"I'll have the law on them," Auntie snapped. "She's only sixteen."
"Wait, wait!" Dee Dee held up her small hands. "If I must, I must!" She was resigned to her fate, but unprepared for what came out of her mouth next. "What's the big deal? It won't kill me."
"I… I," Auntie fumbled for an answer. "I just don't like it. A woman has the right to choose who violates her body. It's all wrong. You have not been given that choice."
Dee Dee agreed but for some reason raised her eyebrows impishly and said, "Did I with you Auntie?"
"Oh Love!" Auntie fell apart and came to her, arms outstretched.
Dee Dee allowed herself to be comforted. What was the matter with her? Why was she saying these things? "It's all right." Dee Dee tried to ease the pain she had put on Auntie. "You're forgiven. I liked it. You were wonderful!"
Auntie squeezed her in gratitude then looked into her eyes. "I'll come with you," she said.
"To do what?" Bo was dressing. "They don't have a pussy to eat," he said.
Auntie glared at him. "That was cruel."
Bo grinned. "Sorry, I forgot. You do take it in the ass, don't you?"
"Did you like it?" Dee Dee was suddenly curious.
"No!" Auntie barked, then hurried out of the room. "I've got to clean."
Bo smiled at Dee Dee. "The hell she didn't. She was leaning into me real good at the end. Ok, if you're ready to go… I'll drive you."
"I guess." Dee Dee shrugged in resignation. "The damn car has to be fixed. Might as well be now than later." She knew she looked pathetic, that the tone of her voice was positively sobbing with woe is me, however, deep in some dark part of her mind a perverse excitement pulled switches and aggravated her ache-itch. What was the matter with her?
Dee Dee almost laughed when she saw Alex Brazo. Bo had created bogeymen on the ride to the garage. The Brazo brothers were mean. The Brazos had been in jail many times. Any man who messed with Brazo women woke up in an alley staring at cats. Any female who allowed her eyes to rove while with a Brazo wore casts and used crutches. Dee Dee put her hand to her mouth and turned her head to hide her smile. Alex Brazo was a dwarf.
He climbed out of the trunk of a car that was under repair and waddle-walked to Bo and her. Good Lord! But he was a funny, odd little man. He was almost a gargoyle with his too large head and too long and thick body for his tiny legs and arms. He stopped before Dee Dee, looked up and broke his horse face into an ugly grin.
"I knew you was the one that Bruce was talking about." His voice shocked Dee Dee. It was a deep grating threatening rumble that belonged to a six-foot-four, 300-pounder. Yet it came out of this man-child whose head top didn't reach her breasts.
"Oh," Dee Dee didn't know what else to say.
"Yeah." The dwarf turned his head and spit a stream of tobacco juice towards an empty oil drum. The stream wasn't high enough, it splattered against the side, then wormed down. "I told Marcus, if you that fine-assed little filly I see now and then bouncing your titties to school on Closter Street, then we has some fine baby-fucking coming. That right?"
Dee Dee's itch-ache faded. He wasn't a funny little man anymore. Dried tobacco spit was ringing his over-thick purplish lips. His eyes were a bit bloodshot, and the whiskey breath he blew in her face made her nauseous.
"There's no call for that, Mr. Brazo." Bo was tight-lipped, but respectful. "She's just a kid. She's scared enough!"
The dwarf shot a warning glance at Bo. "Fuck off pimp… and you," he looked at Dee Dee, "you want that car space," he leered, "then into the office."
Good God, what was she getting herself into? He damn near oozed fear and dread and violence, yet, why did she feel this way? He was so small, he couldn't possibly hurt her. She glanced at his crotch for a hint of any oversized penis. Nothing. Why was she frightened? She was just being silly. Just plain silly! Hadn't she taken Bo's magnificent prick? The image of Bo's huge hammer hanging on this little man flashed through her mind and brought her instant relief. Impossible, he would look like a man on a cock instead of a cock on a man. "Lead the way!" She could handle him. "That's what I'm here for!"
"Rightttt!" Alex's face brightened. He spun on his peggie legs and waddled toward the rear of the shop. "Take care of things," he called to Herbie and Bruce, "and don't bother me or I break your legs."
They waved and nodded. Alex opened the door and nodded her in. It was just an office and a small one at that. There was a roll-top desk, a couple of chairs, a spittoon and that was it. Dee Dee didn't understand. Where was she supposed to lie down? The floor was unbelievably dirty and greasy. "Where?" she started to ask. "What?"
"Through that door." Alex brushed on by her and opened another one. This room was something out of an eighteenth century torture chamber.
The room was completely mirrored, floor, walls and ceiling. There was a six-foot iron wheel affair with hand and leg irons in one corner. Handcuffs on the end of chains were hanging from the ceiling and all kinds of whips and paddles were resting against the mirrored walls.
In the center of the room was an eight-foot water bed with straps and things attached to its iron frame, and sprinkled about the floor were padded horses, the kind she used in gym class to practice the olympic events of jumping or hand exercises.
"You like it baby?" Alex grinned. "Me an' Marcus built it special. What's your hang-up? Like to be chained? Whipped? Maybe have your ass paddled? You name it, we go it!"
Dee Dee's blood turned to ice-water. Chained. Beaten? Whipped? Mother Mary, what had she gotten herself into? He had to be crazy. She looked to tell him it was all off, that she couldn't, nor would she do this. There just had to be another garage or another way to get Doyle's fixed. This dwarf was perverted!
Alex was stripping off his shirt. He glanced at her, "Well, get 'em off, baby. I can't fuck you if you're dressed!"
"That's all," Dee Dee said. "None of the whips."
Surprise crossed Alex's ugly horse face, "You don't want a warm-up?"
Dee Dee shook her head. "I never… no, I don't think so."
He shrugged. "Suit yourself, but get them off so I can see what I've bought."
Relief flooded so powerfully through Dee Dee that she became light-headed. Just fucking, thank God. She wasn't going to be tortured. She hurriedly stripped off her clothes before he changed his mind.
Alex turned away to keep this tender beautiful chick from seeing the almost raw sexual pleasure that he knew was flooding his face by conning her. It worked every time. Sure the whips and chains were for broads who asked for them! Sure they were, and the Pope was a Jew, too. Stilt this one was so young, so small, so inexperienced maybe he wouldn't use 'em. His cock rose to half-mast at the sight of her young creamy vibrant body. Her breasts were invitingly large and stood firm and proud to the world. Her waist was tiny, her stomach muscles were rippling under satin skin, even her rounded thighs and sponge-rubber ass cheeks cried out promises of childlike glee and joy. She had perfect legs and a moist pouting mons veniris that was barely covered by silken, sparse hall's. Oh yes, yes, ah youth, it had been so long since he had fucked a sixteen-year-old that he had forgotten what virgin pink nipples tasted like or what thrills of pleasure lay in their first reactions to sensuous pain. Besides, he couldn't afford not to do without the chains and degradation. She was sixteen. If she changed her mind after the car was fixed, she could turn him in for statutory rape. Therefore, regardless of how cock-stiffeningly beautiful she was, or how good or bad a fuck she would be, nothing was worth twenty years in jail. No, he couldn't afford skipping the fun treatment. When she walked out of her, today, if she walked away, he corrected himself, he wanted her believing it had all been a nightmare that couldn't have happened to her. Or at least, something she would never want to talk about. Besides, what good was a willing fuck? He liked to hear them squeal.
Dee Dee was surprised at the shape and size of the dwarf's cock. She didn't know if she had been expecting a man's prick to fit his trunk size or a wee peepee to fit his stubby legs and arms, but, certainly not this. It was five or six inches of thin bluish-veined shaft, topped by an ugly purple over-large, arrow-pointed glans penis. "Uggh," she shuddered involuntarily. It was a, a, devil's tail. A dwarf spear and… rising. Oh Lord!
"On the floor." Alex said, pointing to one of the padded horses and added, "and layover that thing."
"Why?" Dee Dee was alarmed. "What's the matter with the bed?"
"You're fucking me. Remember," Alex leered, "and I like it doggy."
Dee Dee sighed in relief. Doggy made sense. His legs were so small, he would have to stand even with her so low. Besides, doggy-fashion she wouldn't have to look at him. She got on her knees and eased over the soft, padded horse. It was too high. She almost teetered. "It's…" she started, but Alex cut her off.
"I know… I can see." He turned something and cranked her down. He stopped when her knees and elbows hit the floor, and she was braced comfortably across the horse. "Better?" he asked.
Dee Dee started to nod, then felt the cold ring of steel clamp around her neck and the ratchet closed. Oh God! She damn near fainted. "What? What?" She looked at the chain leading from whatever was encircling her neck to a ring in the floor. She was chained down. Like a… a…
Alex laughed. "Relax, baby. It's just a collar. When I fucks doggy, I fucks doggy! That's your collar!"
Dee Dee couldn't believe what was happening. She was chained like an animal. Alex jerked her left knee outward and another cold ring attached just behind her knee. Before she fully understood, he savagely jerked her right knee outward and again the cold steel ribbon was attached. Good God! She was now helpless with her legs splayed apart and chained so she couldn't move. She panicked. "Stop, let me loose! Take them off! Let me go! I've changed my mind! I don't want to do this!!" Oh God, she was frightened. Helplessly chained down and defenseless. What was he going to do? She tried to struggle but the collar bit into her neck and made her choke. She quit her thrashing and caught her breath.
"You're learning, baby. Flop around and you choke yourself. Now just relax. You're going to like this!"
She felt him move between her legs and felt his small calloused misshapened fingers rub and squeeze her ass cheeks.
"Ahhh," he said, "a fine ass, baby, fine ass. I'm going to like this!"
Oh God! If only she could die. This was… was horrible. There was none of the feeling as with Bo, Herbie, or Bruce. This was awful. He was treating her like a whore. A dog. She felt his grotesque hot spear rub against her cunt lips and thrilled at the pleasure sparks it caused, in spite of herself. She didn't want to do this, didn't want to be in this position, but oh my, how good his burning cock felt. Still, it was wrong.
"Please," she begged, "let me go! Please, don't do this, not this way!"
"Oh, you don't want me to fuck you!" Alex's voice was inquisitive.
Dee Dee bit her lip. She didn't, she did, she had too, but not like this. Not like an animal. "No, please, let me up!"
"Awww," he said, "you're just not in the mood, baby. I'll tell you what I'll do. I won't fuck you until you ask me! That fair enough!" His small hard fingers ran down the inside of her thighs. His hard throbbing devil's cock was brushing her leaking cunt. The calloused roughness of his hands made her feel she was being scraped with sandpaper, but it felt strangely exciting.
"Yes," she said, "yes, not until I say!"
"Good!" Alex agreed. "Deal!" Then she felt cold wood on her right ass cheek. Good God, what now!
She turned and saw Alex leering at her, holding a ping-pong paddle in his right hand. Still watching her eyes, he raised the wooden weapon, then came down hard on her right ass cheek.
Whaackkk!!!
The sound of the wooden blade striking her fleshy buttocks filled the room. Her hips jerked, convulsing her body. She cried out in pain. "Eeeeiiiiiaaaaaggg!!!" The second blow ripped another cry of suffering from her as excruciating pain filled her twin ass cheeks. A red, fiery wave spread up and down her back like an uncontrolled conflagration. Her entire body was consumed by the agonizing fire roaring in her buttocks.
Whack! Whack! The paddle struck two more times. Her chained frame writhed in tortured agony. Tears streamed from her eyes, and her body shook with heavy sobs. She cried out in uncontrolled hysterics.
"No more! No more! I can't stand it! Please! Please! Fuck me, or, please! Fuck me! Stop!" Her voice was a scream reverberating in the torture room.
"Awww, it ain't that bad, baby," Alex said "just a little old ping-pong paddle on the old ass mounts." He struck her two more times. Each vicious blow delivered was a branding iron mashed into her ass. The terrible heat was radiating throughout her body now. She was a twisting, babbling blob of pain. Her mind and body was devastated by the punishing ordeal. It racked her body and tore at her sanity. "Stop!" she cried, "I can't stand it! Fuck me! Please! Please! Stop!"
"You want it in your ass, you pretty little cunt. You want me to fuck your asshole?"
She didn't care. "Fuck anything, anything, only stop!"
Miraculously the torturous spanking stopped. Her fiery-red ass still burned and throbbed but the mind-blowing pain had quit. Dee Dee heard Alex humming and a jar lid being unscrewed then a soothing ointment was spread on her ass that sucked away the hotness and left her ass cheeks puffed and numb.
It felt so good! Thank God, it was over! Thank God! Thank God! Then she felt one of his stubby deformed rough fingers massaging grease over, around, and on her anus. "No!" she cried and tried to bar the intruder by squeezing her sepia hole. "No one ever has. I've never, please don't!"
But his finger went on, forcing, entering, and massaging. She felt sick. He was going to fuck her ass. She wanted to die. It was so degrading, so animal, so unspeakably filthy that she couldn't allow it. "No!" She tried to wiggle from his probing digit, but something deep in her mind forced her to moan and offer her asshole for deeper caresses.
In spite of her mind screaming out the obscenity of the act, it felt good, pleasant. "Oh!" slipped out of her lips as his finger went into her anal sleeve to the hilt.
"See, you like it, don't you baby? I told you so!" Alex had triumph in his voice. "I knew you would! Now how about this?"
Dee Dee felt Alex's finger withdraw and the tip of his radiating rammer prod gently at her asshole.
NO! her mind screamed. No! No! It's a filthy rotten thing to do! I don't want it! I don't like it! But when his hot rubbery-hard penis cap began to worm small circles against her clenched sphincter, she found herself hunching back. Oh God what was wrong with her?
The torrid knob managed to press into her. Dee Dee groaned as she felt half of the spear crown ease into her. Alex moaned in unison with her.
"OOHH, you're so tight, baby, so tight!"
His glans penis finally popped past her clenching sphincter ring. Dee Dee howled in pain. Her face grew flushed, tears of pain and humiliation poured from her bulging eyes.
"Aaahhhh God! It's too big, you're ripping me! Ohhh! Take it out! Take it out!"
Alex just laughed and took a fresh grip on her trembling hips. His body lunged forward and Dee Dee screamed as a full three inches of his long devil's tail forced into her virgin rectum. Her legs jerked against the iron restraining rings; her splayed toes clawed at the air as she tried to escape the numbing, terrible pain that filled her along with Alex's terrible searing weapon.
"Oh God! Stop! Stop!!" Dee Dee cried, "I can't stand it!"
"Awww, relax. You ain't going to die!" Alex moaned. "You just need something to take your mind off of fighting so hard."
Then Dee Dee heard the dreaded swish of the ping-pong paddle and almost simultaneously the WHACK on her right ass cheek.
"Awwaahhgg!" A guttural scream tore from her throat as the unbearable branding torture again streaked up her spine and red-hazed her brain. Whack! Again the boiling agony exploded on her left cheek.
As the pain subsided, Alex gave one more last ripping lunge, and Dee Dee felt his hairy balls brushing up against the pulsating wet lips of her empty vagina.
"Aww," Alex moaned and rested. "Now just be still a minute, baby! Let my cock soak in you and get your tight asshole accustomed to the old pronger. Then you'll like it!"
Dee Dee did. The pain faded and a strange, unreal, real calm descended in her anal sheath. She felt a thick, sickening sensation of pleasure. She fought against the sensation, but it was overwhelming. Pain and pleasure, sweet and sour, God, but it felt good!
"Now baby," Alex said, "move your ass! Feel how good it feels!"
Dee Dee did, then bit her lip to stop the filthy, demeaning words, but they gushed past her resistance as Alex's torrid cock began to move in and out of her stretched shit hole.
"Oohhh, God yes, it feels good! Oooooo, I've never felt anything like it before! Do it, do it! Harder, faster. Oohhh!"
She had never felt so full, so crowded inside her ass as she did now. It felt as if Alex had forced a boiling poker into her that was pushing and nudging her organs about until she was sure that they would never be the same again. "UUnnnggg! OOhhhhaaahh! I'm… I'm going to… aaaiieeeii!!"
A raw, straining howl of pleasure tore free of her throat as Dee Dee was tumbled and blown like a leaf by the sudden ecstatic orgasm. "Oooww gaawwd! Harder! Hurt me! Oowww!" Thick sensual waves of erotic bliss shook her body as Alex's horrible love tool moved lustfully in and out of her asshole. She wiggled her ass, thrust back and sphincter-grabbed at his wonderful spear. She wanted more, deeper, harder. "Aahhh." Another exquisite electrical quiver vibrated throughout her body.
"She's about primed, Marcus!" Dee Dee heard Alex say. "Come and plug in!"
Dee Dee didn't hear the overweight large, greasy-looking man come into the room and didn't much care. Popping pulsations of licentious joy were ricocheting from Alex's sizzling piston to every nerve in her body. In a lascivious velutinous fog she watched the fat-faced older man shed his clothes and bare his sickishly white body. He was fat, blubbery, oily, and dirty. He was, that is, all except a marvelously long, slender, perfectly proportioned cock. It looked like a pinkish ivory cigar with a beautiful flame-tipped knob. It was delicious looking, tasty, succulent with a carnal promise that made Dee Dee's mouth salivate.
"You want to suck it, Honey?" The fat, balloon face split in a grin, and he dropped to his knees before Dee Dee. His lovely long lollipop slowly raised. Did she ever! She reached and took the warm, vibrant flesh grizzle and lifted its ruby knob to her lips.
"OOhh!" she moaned from the minute spasmodic, luxurious orgasms that were triggered by Alex's driving hard rammer. "Oohh!" She opened her mouth and gulped at the cock as if it were her life's food.
Deep in her head a faint righteous voice broke into her lustful joy. What is the matter with you? What is happening? Look at yourself! Two days ago you were a virgin, no boy or man had even felt your breast. Now, a hard thrusting cock is in your asshole and you have a pulsating, delicious prick in your mouth. What have you become?
A cocksucker! Dee Dee silent screamed back. An asshole fucker, a cunt fucker, any kind of fucker they want as long as I'm fucked, fucked. "Uummm!" she moaned as she felt Alex's thrusting tempo change from a steady cadence to hard, driving, powerful lunges. His dwarf spear had altered. It was now hard, pulsating, fatter, and volatile.
"Aawww!" he grunted with each lunge. "AAww! AAww!" Each one was louder than the other. "Squeeze your ass, baby!" he growled through clenched teeth. "Squeeze me! Grab me!" His sensual excitement was heightening her erotic tension. She squirmed her hips, undulating them in a salacious lustful gyration that encouraged and demanded Alex to pump and slam harder into her shit tunnel.
"Mmmmmmm," Dee Dee groaned around the wonderful cock in her mouth as Alex's imbedded prick frictioned faster in and out. As he pumped, his breathing increased. He moved in a series of frantic pencil thrusts, then with a rapturous "Aahhh Sshhittt!" he rammed his prick into her ass, his balls beating against her drooling pussy lips. His body spasmed, jerked, and hot boiling jism spurted out of his fleshy spigot in staccato bursts.
Dee Dee damn near fainted. Each bullet of searing come brought rapturous waves of ravenous ecstasy awash in her mind and body. It wasn't possible she could come, from her ass, yet rivulets of love juice were pouring from her cunt.
She sucked and gulped harder on Marcus' provocative prick, trying to draw some of Alex's chloride-sweet jism into her mouth. She wanted to taste the come, wanted to feel pure libidinous heaven as it spurted into her mouth.
"Oh, you want more, do you!" The voice of Marcus broke through her bliss. "Great! I'll show you how to get it all! Take off her neck chain, Alex. I do believe we have a swallower here!"