Debby stood outside the rundown house and again checked the address on the piece of paper she held in her hand. This wasn't anything like she'd imagined. In her mind she had seen a lovely home, with a manicured lawn, perhaps a Mercedes parked out front.
Instead, she was greeted with what looked like an abandoned shack, set at the end of a garbage-strewn street in a part of south Dallas that had a reputation for seedy characters.
She was about to turn around and get back into her car when a young woman of about twenty-four or twenty-five, came out. She walked down the steps between three parked motorcycles and gave Debby a big smile.
"Are you Debby, the sitter?" the woman asked.
"Well, yes," Debby answered, looking more carefully at the woman, not particularly liking, or even approving of what she saw. "But I think I've changed my mind."
The woman could have been beautiful if she'd just tried harder. She was tall and lanky and had ripened tits pressing through the material of her cheap blouse. The dark-red hair looked greasy, however, and her face was death white. Dark circles were under the woman's eyes. There was a faint odor of oil and gasoline about her.
"Come on inside before you make a decision," the woman said. "I'm Amy, by the way. My, uh, son is in here."
Well, a hundred dollars is a hundred dollars, Debby thought. And she supposed she could take anything for a couple of days, even staying in this dirty shack.
After Debby was ushered into the living room, she flinched. Two men were sitting on a torn couch, drinking beet. They were surrounded by torn newspapers, empty beer cans and general filth. From the glazed looks in their eyes, they were higher than a kite.
"I don't think so," Debby said, taking a step back toward the door. She felt a momentary clutch of fear at the back of her throat as the men looked at her. "Some other time, perhaps." She touched the handle of the torn screen door.
"He's in here," Amy said, as if she hadn't heard. "Come on in. He'll be glad to see you."
What child wouldn't? Debby thought, having these sub-humans around him all the time. Poor thing.
In spite of herself, Debby followed the woman down the darkened hall and into a bedroom on the far left. Each step of the way made her more and more depressed, determined that she wasn't going to take the job for any amount of money.
"She's here, baby," Amy said, pushing open the door. "Right on time."
To her shock, Debby found herself pushed into the bedroom, then heard the door slam behind her. She turned quickly and tried the knob, but the woman had already locked it from outside.
"Hey! Let me out of here! What's going on?" Debby demanded.
"Hello, Debby," a deep voice said from a darkened corner of the room. "Long time no see."
Debby whirled, and then touched her face as if she'd been slapped. Slowly, her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. It was Greg!
"Yeah, it's me," Greg said, getting off the bed and smiling at her. "Have I changed much? You sure have."
He had changed, Debby thought. He looked meaner, and now he sported tattoos on his meaty arms. He was wearing dirty jeans and a torn undershirt, smelled of stale beer and cigarettes. The spark of life was gone from his eyes, replaced by a worldly cynicism. His mouth, once etched with laugh lines, was set and bitter.
"Greg, I don't believe it," Debby whispered, again feeling fear claw at her mind. "I… I thought I was supposed to baby sit. Where is the, uh, baby?"
"I guess I'm the baby in question," Greg laughed humorlessly, getting off the bed.
"I have to leave," Debby said quickly, again trying the knob.
"Oh, no, baby," Greg said, walking over toward her, his arms hanging loosely at his sides, "we have old times to talk about. Like how you got me sent up."
"How was I to know he was going to ask all those questions?" Debby said, spluttering, casting a hunted look about the cluttered room. "I didn't mean to say those things."
"I saw your ad in the paper when I was looking for a part for my bike, and this opportunity just seemed too good to pass up," Greg continued, ignoring her protest.
"There's no… baby?" Debby asked, swallowing hard. "Then, why did you call?"
"To see you and do all those things again you told the judge about," Greg said, now standing in front of her.
"Let me go!" Debby shouted, clawing at the door, feeling the coppery taste of terror in the back of her mouth. "Don't you dare touch me, I'll call the police!"
"Like I really give a fuck." Greg roughly grabbed her. He bit down on her mouth like a striking cobra, then embraced her, grinding his crotch against hers. "Mmmmm, you have changed," he murmured, tasting the sweet flavor of her mouth. "All ripe and ready for the plucking, so to speak."
If Debby had had any affection for Greg, it all disappeared. This man was an animal, and, for some reason, he thought it was her fault that he'd been sent to jail. She tore away from him and spit, then rubbed her lips as if trying to erase the acrid taste of his mouth.
"Keep away from me," she demanded, feeling anger replace her fear. She lifted her hand as if to claw out his eyes. "I'm not kidding, Greg, I'll go to the police."
"So?" Greg laughed. "They already want me in Oklahoma. A little lady and I had a slight disagreement. Almost like what you and I are having right now. I had to shut her up."
"Wha-what are you going to do?" Debby asked, trembling.
"I'm gonna shut you up, too." Greg smiled a grimace like a vampire. "With this," he added, unzipping his jeans and flopping out his half-hard cock.
"No!" Debby screamed, throwing herself against the wall. She looked at his cock as if his prick were an instrument of torture. "I won't let you," Her face turned ashen with horror.
"Get your sweet ass over here, you little bitch," Greg said, grabbing her by her hair.
He jerked her across the room and threw her to the bed. Instantly, he was on top of her, grinding his crotch between her legs.
"You're gonna pay, slut," he grunted, again crushing his mouth down on hers.
Debby still couldn't believe this was happening. Locked in a room with a criminal, about to be raped! She began kicking and screaming, clawing at his face with her fingernails.
"Don't! I won't let you!" she cried.
Suddenly, a flaming spasm of pain tore into her jaw as he hit her with his open hand. The room seemed to spin, grow darker. Slowly, Debby's body went limp, her mind dulled to near unconsciousness. As she lay there, feeling his mouth on hers, his rough hands tearing the clothes from her body, it was almost as if this was happening to someone else and she was only watching.
"No, please," she whispered, seeing the blurred, handsome face twist around.
Through the nightmarish quality of her thoughts came the sudden realization that he was now off her, his hands on her wrists. Slowly she turned her head and saw that he was tying her right hand to the corner of the bed frame with a piece of greasy-looking rope.
"What are you doing?" she moaned, still feeling the flood of pain in her jaw.
"Gonna hog-tie you and fuck you like the pig you are," Greg said, reaching for her other hand.
With horrified fascination, Debby watched him attach another rope to her left hand and anchor it to the edge of the bed. He then jerked her legs apart and tied her feet to the corners. When he'd finished, he tore her panties and bra away, leaving her fully naked.
"Wow, you sure have gotten pretty," Greg said, removing his own clothes. "Now you just be a good little girl and don't make me ruin your face for you."
Now fully conscious, Debby couldn't imagine being more terrified. She was going to be assaulted by this animal, with that monster of a cock that bobbed up and down from his hairy crotch.
Debby swallowed hard and looked at him as if trying to force him from her thoughts, hoping she would wake up and find this to be nothing more than a bad dream.
He didn't even look like the old Greg she remembered. Gone was the affection in his eyes, the quick smile. Now he looked like some pagan God, ready to fuck a virgin.
"Remember this?" Greg said, grasping his cock in his right hand. "This was the baby that poked out your cherry."
That night seemed a million years ago for Debby. As she looked at his thick, pulsating prick shaft of rock-hard meat, it seemed impossible that she had almost, worshiped his cock.
"Don't hurt me," Debby said, flinching with cold terror. "God, just let me go, please!"
"Like I said, I gotta shut you up now," Greg said, getting onto the bed. He straddled her chest and placed his knees in her armpits, squirming his ass over her tits. "Gonna stuff my prick all the way in, baby."
Debby thought she was going to vomit when she smelled his crotch. His prick was dirty and sweaty, and his cock looked like his cockshaft hadn't been washed in months. She could see flecks of dried cum just under the enormous head.
"Please, God, don't…"
Her words became a muffled scream when he fucked the end of his prick violently into her mouth. He held himself over her face for a few seconds, while half his prick shaft throbbed over her tongue, then crushed fully down. The entire slab of prick became embedded in her throat.
Debby did vomit, but her throat was completely clogged with cock, forcing the acrid fluid back into her stomach. Although this was the most horrible sensation she had ever had, she now had something even more terrifying to worry about. She couldn't breathe at all, and her lungs felt fiery.
"Mmmffffff," she gagged, clawing at her palms with her nails. She twisted her head, trying desperately to spit his cock out, but she was no match for his hulking strength. Another splutter became muffled in his acrid smelling crotch hairs.
"Mmmmm, this is nice," Greg said, squirming over her body. "Almost as good as your pussy is. But I'm gonna save that for last."
When Debby was absolutely certain that she would suffocate, be choked to death on his horrible cock. Greg pulled back, allowing her to breathe. When she sucked in the delicious air, she also pulled in more of the flavor of his cock and balls, again causing her stomach to rumble with vomit.
"Nnnnn!" she gasped, trying to turn her head to one side.
"Oh, no, baby, you're gonna suck me dry whether you like it or not," Greg said, placing his hands behind her head and forcing her face hard against his crotch. "Shit, I think I'll like it better if you don't enjoy it."
Could it be possible that this was the same cock that had given her so much pleasure? The same delicious prick shaft that had fucked into her virgin pussy and flooded her with ecstasy she still dreamed of at flight?
No, his cock was a monster, an instrument of torture, meant to hurt and injure.
"Suck it good, baby, and I'll give you some hot cum to swallow down," Greg said, again lifting his body. He held his cockhead between her lips for a few seconds, then lunged back down. He panted, his muscular body tightening, glistening with sweat.
Debby realized there was nothing she could do but lie there and be assaulted. What could she do? Her hands and feet were tied, and she was helpless against his overpowering strength. The strength she had once craved now filled her with revulsion and disgust. Well, maybe it will be over quickly, she thought. It had to be, the way his prick was throbbing so. And after he'd stuffed his horrible cum in her throat he would untie her and let her go.
Just try to endure it for a few more minutes, she told herself.
"Want to lick on my balls a little?" Greg asked, withdrawing his cock and squirming upward on her body. "Hmmmm? They're all nice and full of cum for you to eat, little slut."
When Debby felt the furry texture of his balls against her lips she again had to fight back a wave of nausea, if possible, they tasted even more vile than his cock. She pursed her lips and turned her head, closing her eyes in disgust.
"Hey, that's no way to treat an ol' fucking buddy," Greg said, his voice sharp. "You're gonna lick me all over and you're gonna fucking like it."
Debby felt his rough hands on her throat, squeezing her air off. After her face turned a mottled purple, she realized she would have to do anything he asked or he might kill her.
"OK, I will," she spluttered, darting her tongue out and touching his foul-smelling balls. "Don't… choke…"
When he'd released the pressure of his hands, Debby held her breath and began swabbing her tongue over the hairy surfaces of his balls. After a few moments, seeming like a life time, she felt him crawl farther upward until his balls dangled against her forehead.
"Now my shithole, baby," Greg said, planting his ass crack over bet lips. "Run that sweet little tongue up my ass and lick it clean."
Debby thought her world had come to an end when she tasted the dank flavor of his shitter on her open mouth. The hairs around his asshole ground against her upper lip and chin like steel wool. Although she fought, she couldn't escape.
"Want me to fucking choke you again?" Greg said. "Because, baby, if you don't lick me good, I just might choke the fuck out of you."
Remembering the horror of his hands about her throat, Debby began doing as he asked. She thrust her tongue upward and inside his dark, smelly asshole. After licking in and out for a few moments, she nibbled at the greasy opening.
"Ah, that's the way, whore," Greg said, pumping his ass up and down. "All the way in."
"God, this is terrible," she panted, swallowing the flavor of his asshole. "Please don't make me do this."
"Would you rather eat on my cock?" Greg smiled sadistically.
"Yes," Debby said. The fire or the frying pan. "Yes, anything."
Greg slipped back down and crushed his ass down on her tits, rolling her nipples up his ass crack. He then forced his cock back into her throat and punched fully forward, fucking the entire length into her throat. As his balls bumped her throat and draped over her chin, he began squirming his ass around brutally.
"Mmmmmfffff," Debby choked, thinking that the pressure of his hulking body might crush her skull.
"Like it, sweet slut?" Greg whispered, beginning to pump his ass up and down. "Hmmmm? You like sucking on my cock like this?"
I hate it, and I hate you, you bastard! Debby thought. If only I could get free, I'd tear your eyes out.
God, it still didn't seem real. One minute driving down the street in the fading sunlight, the next, being raped in the mouth while bound in a filthy room with a depraved criminal!
Suddenly, she felt his cock begin to jerk with life. In a way, she was almost glad, for soon her torture would be over. After his cum had boiled from his cock and steamed down her throat, she could try to forget this ever happened. She wouldn't even go to the police. She would go home, take a long bath and erase the horrible experience from her memory.
"Suck me, slut cunt," Greg said, fucking wildly in and out of her throat. "I've got lots of cum for you to suck on if you do a good job."
Christ, anything to hurry him, Debby thought.
She began sucking his prick as if she really enjoyed it, closing her lips tightly around his fucking cockshaft. And each time her lips crushed into the wiry patch of hair, she felt his cockhead enlarge until she thought his prick as going to explode.
Finally, she felt a buzzing at the base of his cock, then the quick vibrations as his cum-load shot up the center of his shaft. A split-second later, her mouth was a cauldron of milky, bubbly cum.
"Aaaghhhhhh," she choked, feeling the thick lumps of juice burst at the back of her throat. Half of the fiery liquid shot upward behind her nose, then blasted from her nostrils. The other half melted into her stomach. Another gurgling cry caused some of the second quick wad of cum to spray over his balls and into his crotch hairs.
"Suck it, you ass-licking cunt!" Greg said, pumping in more of his cum-load. "Eat out every fucking drop and gobble it down."
Debby couldn't believe the amount of cum he had. She tried swallowing or spitting it out, but each time she did, another massive glob exploded from his cock. Soon, the fuck fluid seemed to be everywhere, crawling across her cheeks, wetting up her chin and neck, even in her eyes.
Any other time she might have enjoyed his cum. After all, he did have a big, delicious looking cock – if he would only wash once in a while, and all that cum would really hit the spot if she really wanted it.
Wanted it?
How could any girl want cum from a man who was raping her mouth? It was disgusting.
Still, she couldn't deny that the back of her throat was tingling with pleasure. And her pussy had even begun to throb. The sensations filled Debby with shame and humiliation.
It would be one thing to be assaulted like this, but to even mildly enjoy it? It was unthinkable. She made every effort possible to ignore the surging warmth inside her cunt, the dark greed of her throat.
Fortunately Greg pulled away just when Debby didn't think she could control herself any longer. When his rigid cum-coated cock slipped from her mouth and slapped his stomach, she turned her head and closed her eyes, gasping for air. A trickle of cum oozed against her lips and she spit.
"Hey, what's the matter with you?" Greg said. "You used to eat on my cock like it was a fucking sucker. Don't you like it any more?"
"I hate it," Debby said, her body shaking with disgust. "You stink, you bastard."
"Well, I'll be Goddamned, you've turned into a regular Girl Scout," Greg laughed sadistically. "I remember when you'd crawl between my legs and practically suck my cock right off."
"I was young," Debby said, giving him a hard look.
"Yeah, I remember," Greg said. "But I sure made a woman of you that night I busted your cherry to pieces, didn't I? All that blood and cum running down your legs. Ah, that was sweet."
"Don't remind me," Debby said, flushing with shame. "I just want to forget all about you… and then." She looked up at him, anger flashing in her emerald-green eyes. "Would you untie me now? You've had your fun."
"Why, sweet angel," Greg said, his eyes glowing with a mixture of lust and hatred, "the fun is just beginning."
"What do you mean?" Debby asked quickly.
"I hired you for the whole weekend," Greg said. "You're gonna put out. Not only for me, but for my buddies, too."
Debby couldn't believe his threat. Surely he didn't dream of keeping her here like this, forcing her to be so degraded. He had to be kidding! She said as much.
"Come on, baby, wise up," Greg said, pulling away from her face and reaching for the ropes at her feet.
Debby felt an instant sense of relief when he untied her feet. So he was going to let her go. Thank God.
"Like I said," Greg said, grasping her ankles and thrusting her legs upward, "I'm gonna really work you over."
Debbie cried out when she was rolled into a ball, feeling her knees crush against her tits. Then, to her horror, she saw that he was tying her hands and feet together at the top corners of the bed.
"Ouch!" she gasped. "What are you going to do? Untie me, you prick!"
"Gonna poke it to you now," Greg said after he'd secured the knots. "The other was just to get you warmed up."
Debby's body went limp with defeat. So now he was going to fuck her cunt as he had her mouth. Hopefully, she could endure it, and then surely he would let her go. He had to!
"Such a sweet little ass," Greg said.
He kneeled on the middle of the bed, pressing his knees against the small of her back. He fondled her rounded asscheeks, then let his fingers glide through her blonde pussy hairs.
"Hey, baby, your pussy still taste sweet?" he asked, lowering his face to her cunt.
Debby closed her eyes wishing she were dead. She'd never before felt so ashamed, so humiliated. Tied up like this it must look comical, she thought, and with that animal pig down there fingering her pussy.
"Oh!" she cried, feeling his warm mouth against her pussy opening. Then when his tongue fucked deep inside, the insides of her cunt fluttered involuntarily as before. "Don't!"
"Mmmmmm, still hot and tight," Greg said, licking over her rubbery clit. "But, like I said, I'm gonna save this for last."
Debby felt his mouth move downward, to the crack of her ass. Then, after he'd washed her ass opening, she felt a hard pressure where his tongue had been. She quickly opened her eyes then gasped with horror.
"It's in the wrong place," she said. "That's my asshole."
"I know," Greg laughed. "First your shitter, then your sweet pussy."
"No! Don't! You'll kill me with your cock!" Debby cried.
"That's the chance I'll have to take," Greg said, fucking forward with his full strength.
For Debby, the universe seemed to explode in liquid pain.