"Take her into the bedroom," Wiles ordered him, and he dragged the kicking girl by the waist and threw her on the bed, pinning her with his body. Wiles went to his coat and got some heavy wrapping twine, about the strength of clothesline, and went into the bedroom.
"Grab her wrists," he commanded his friend, "Let's show her who's in command here!"
The two men stretched out her wrists and tied them quickly and securely to the bedposts at the top of the bed. She kicked furiously, flailing her legs in every direction so that it was difficult for them to get near her, but Wiles reached out and grabbed one of her legs roughly and held it tightly.
"You'd better calm down or we'll have to cut your clothes off rather than take them off, so you have your choice."
He held her legs, grasping her ankles so firmly that she thought her circulation would stop, while the other man fumbled with the button and zipper over one foot, then the other. She lay clad only in her black brassiere and brief bikini panties and stockings. The man leered down at her helpless position and laughed cruelly.
"What should I take next?" the photographer asked lecherously.
"Take the panties so we can get her ankles secured, I don't want to have them hiding anything from us."
The other man laughed and hooked his fingers inside the tight elastic of her panties and slowly eased his fingers inside them. His hands were hot and sweaty against her skin and she squirmed as he touched the delta of her loins.
"What a sweet, soft pussy," he murmured, then cruelly jammed one finger inside her dry, unwanting channel. "And tight too!"
"Take it easy," Wiles laughed, "We don't want to get her all excited now, do we?"
The other man withdrew his fingers and yanked at the thin panties pulling them quickly off and throwing them in the pile of her blouse and skirt "Help me turn her," Wiles asked the man. "I want her hips sideways. I have something special in mind for the little lady this afternoon.
Something that I know Duncan would enjoy seeing!"
Gillian was squirming and bucking helplessly on the bed, trying to muster all her strength to fight the two men off, but she knew that it was hopeless, she was no match for their maniacal strength and sadism.
Wiles pulled harshly at her calves and ankles and the other man grabbed her hips, turning her on her side so that her hands were tied straight above her head, but her hips were turned so that her right ankle was being tied to the left bed post and her left leg was pulled behind her and tied to the right post.
She felt as thought she was being split in two and her arms and legs ached from the awkward position. When she was securely fastened Wiles yanked at her brassiere and ripped it from her body. His mouth immediately covered her breasts and sucked noisily on her nipples.
"Let me," the other man pleaded. "Let me do something!"
He was unbuttoning his trousers and reaching for his rigid, throbbing organ until it sprung free from its confinement.
"I want her to suck it for me!"
Gillian gritted her teeth, there was no way they could make her take that perverted little man in her mouth. His stubby organ was about the size of a boy's and she could hardly keep from laughing.
He knelt beside her on the bed, forcing Wiles to move down further and direct his attentions elsewhere, while he aimed his short, fat prick at her tightly closed lips.
"Open up," he commanded her. "Open your mouth."
She rolled her head from side to side, but she kept her teeth tightly clenched, refusing his order. He grabbed her face in his hands and pushed his finger harshly in between her lips and pulled them cruelly.
When she gasped in pain from his horrid stretching, he leaned forward and shoved his boyish stub between her teeth.
"Suck it nice, you bitch," he shouted. "Suck it nice or you'll pay!"
Her lips closed around his small, fat cock and sucked slowly on the swollen head. She could feel the weight of his testicles throbbing against her chin and she thought that she would suffocate as he nearly sat on her throat in an effort to keep himself inside her. His prick didn't seem to get any longer even with her mouthing, it just wiggled around the tip of her tongue and she couldn't bring it any further into her throat if she had wanted to.
In the meantime, Mr. Wiles had busied himself exploring and fingering the intimate channel of her vagina. He prodded gently at first, separating her vaginal lips and peering into what lay between them.
"What a small pussy," he groaned. "It's so nice, so nice…" then he let his finger push roughly into the open gash before his eyes.
"Mmmmm… aaagggghhh…" she gasped as the thickness of his fat finger pushed into her and wiggled maliciously, torturing her. When she gasped, the other man's prick slipped from between her lips and he grabbed her head again.
"Suck me again, harder… harder," he threatened her. "Make me cum, you bitch!"
The thought of his stubby cock cumming inside her mouth made her feel nauseous and she wished that Duncan would get home and rescue her from these two horrible men, but she knew that it would' at least be another hour before his key would turn in the lock. But, in another way, she wished that he wouldn't come home, she didn't want him to see her like this, not again!
Wiles was nibbling harshly on the soft, supple flesh of her inner thighs, working his way toward the juncture of her loins. His tongue slavered over her smooth, white skin and she shuddered as he neared his goal. Because of the way she was tied, it would be difficult for him to position his face at the V of her loins, but his tongue was teasing her, making her react involuntarily to his lewd caress. Her thighs were trembling as he worked his finger furiously inside her and his mouth sucked and nibbled so close to her vaginal opening.
The other man was perspiring as he rocked faster and faster into her mouth, his short, fat prick pulsing with lust as she sucked disgustedly on his manhood.
"I'm gonna make it, Tony," he shouted, "I'm gonna make it!"
His voice was choked with passion and he turned to look at the other man. It was as though he had never had a woman in his life.
Tony Wiles ignored his jubilant cry and did not lift his face from her legs. Gillian could feel his fat stump thicken and begin to twitch. For a moment, she thought that he would jerk out of her mouth, but he raised up further on his knees so that his loose, hairy testicles hung at her throat and he slammed down into her furiously as the first drop of semen spurted out and left a slightly bitter sweet taste in her reluctant mouth.
God, no, she prayed. Don't let this awful man cum in my mouth, please make it impossible, but then erratic spurts of his white thickened sperm began to spurt down her throat. She swallowed the bitter tasting offering to keep from choking, but she thought that she would be sick and wished that he would get it over with and let her alone.
He was bouncing on the bed, ecstatic over his accomplishment, and his head was thrown back as she swallowed the last drop of semen and his tiny prick slid easily from between her lips. He looked down at his limp organ as it seemed to disappear back into his loins, hidden completely by his thick mat of black pubic hair. It was a ludicrous sight, and she thought, no wonder he hates women, he couldn't satisfy one with that thing if he tried. She turned her head and tried to dry her mouth on the bedspread, but her neck could not turn quite that far, so his pungent sperm was left to dry on her lips.
Wiles had worked his finger wildly inside her and in spite of her revulsion, she could feel herself begin to involuntarily react to his fingering and her passage was becoming damp with her own juices. His tongue was licking between her legs, flicking out teasingly at her tiny clitoris, urging it, tantalizing it into unwilling hardness.
"Nuuuuggghhh," she moaned as he roughly forced a second finger into her, straining her vaginal walls with the pressure.
He knew that he was torturing her, that soon she wouldn't be able to treat his caresses to stoically, that eventually she would have to react to him, beg for him, but he wasn't going to give it to her this time, he was going to let her hang on the verge of her fulfilment until he could satisfy his own sadistic plan.
"Do it to her," the other man begged him, his eyes glassy with carnal lust as he watched. He was vicariously stimulated not so much by what Wiles was doing to the girl, but by the look of fear and revulsion on her face He knew that she was suffering, that she didn't want to feel anything, but he also knew that she would feel something soon, she would slowly begin to feel that burning sensation deep in her belly and in her vagina that he had seen her feel before, but he also knew that Wiles had something else in mind. He would have liked to see him fuck her, bury his massive cock into her until she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him toward her like a depraved animal, but this was still his fantasy.
"OOooohhhhh," she moaned again and again as he wiggled his fingers skilfully inside her, lifting her hips from the bed with his roughness.
"You want it, don't you?" he gloated, finally lifting his lips from where they had been buried. "You hot little bitch, you want it!"
She gritted her teeth so that she wouldn't cry out, so that her gasps and moans wouldn't betray her, but her body was burning as though she were a hot coal, smouldering and about to burst into flames. She rationalized that it was just a normal reaction, that her mind could not control her body, it was beyond that point.
Wiles knew all the sensitive parts of her body, and without removing his fingers from her moist, quivering cunt, he crushed his mouth against her breasts once again. The nipples sprung into erection at his touch and he bit and sucked them harshly, bringing groans from deep in her throat.
Her whole body was heaving with anxiety and she tried to free herself from her bonds, but the more she struggled, the tighter they became until the rope was cutting into her wrists, bruising and burning them.
Wiles was breathing heavily as he manipulated the girl any way he wanted to, did whatever he pleased with her, she was his puppet and he liked that.
"Fuck her," the other man urged, "Fuck her good!"
Do something, her body cried silently, I can't take this for much longer "Please," she finally whimpered. "Please!"