Chuck rose to his feet, causing the diving board to bobble slightly. Cum was still dripping from his limp prick, spattering warmly on Victoria's thigh as he stood there looking down at her in disgust.
It was obvious he was pissed off because he hadn't been able to fuck her into an orgasm. Victoria lay there passively now, but her expressive green eyes conveyed a message of pure defiance as she gazed up at the man who had just fucked her so savagely.
Her pussy was raw and sore, and her crotch glistened with Chuck's slippery cum, which was still oozing from her abused fuck-hole. Her legs, still sprawled and bent frog-like, ached so intensely she could hardly endure it. The heavy chains that criss-crossed her tits were cold against her warm flesh. And her shoulders hurt from having her wrists manacled that way beneath the board on which she lay.
But the gag was the worst of it, by far. Chuck's bandanna had swollen inside her mouth as it absorbed her saliva. And now her jaw seemed to have been pried as far open as possible by the expanding rag that clogged her mouth. The strained muscles of her jaw burned with pain, and her open lips felt dry and parched. She couldn't budge her tongue, which was compressed by the wet bandanna.
She knew, as she lay there bound to the diving board and spread like some dead frog on display, that these awful men were in control of her physically, at any rate.
But her indomitable spirit remained as strong as ever.
Chuck sensed that as be stood over her prone form, meeting her cold gaze with a steely stare of his own. But she stared him down, the powerful hatred in her gaze almost electrifying the air between them.
"Bitch," he rasped under his breath. Then he glanced back over his shoulder at his buddies. "Okay, Scotty – she's all yours."
Chuck took a dive into the pool below as the blond youth jumped and trotted out on the diving board, his eagerness to get his hands on their chained captive all too apparent.
Victoria raised her head slightly to see Scott approaching. His circumcised cock bobbed stiffly as he walked. His cock was about the size of her husband's cock. Had he been in the company of normal men, it would have been considered a large prick. But, by comparison with Chuck's huge fucker and Raul's donkeycock, Scott's cock didn't look particularly impressive to Victoria. After what she had just been through with Chuck, she anticipated that getting fucked by Scott would seem like child's play.
Scott stood between. Victoria's spread knees, looking down at her cum-sodden crotch. He clicked his tongue, shaking his head.
"Damn, Chuck," he said. "Is this any way to treat a lady?" He knelt, examining her spread cunt up close. "Man, you made a hell of a mess here… and I wanted to eat this sweet pussy too!"
Chuck was splashing around in the water and didn't hear Scott.
"Aw, man!" Raul laughed from the pool's edge. "You're not gonna eat her out right after Chuck fucked her, are you?"
"Hey, let's get real here," Scott said, caressing Victoria's satiny thighs fondly. "Any guy that eats pussy has to know other men's cocks have been where his mouth is. No big fuckin' deal." His roaming hands slid into her cum slimed crotch. "Yuk! I want to eat pussy, not Chuck's fizz. Throw me my T-shirt, Raul."
Scott caught the shirt when the Mexican tossed it, then he bent and dipped it in the water and started meticulously cleaning Victoria's crotch.
"There now," he said pleasantly when he had cleaned her raw and ranged pussy thoroughly. "Isn't that better, ma'am?"
Victoria nodded appreciatively.
What a nice boy, she thought. Of course, she realized all this was relative, that Scott was about to rape her, too. But at least, he was considerate enough to remember she was a person not just a hole to be fucked.
She flinched with surprise when Scott probed into her gaping cunt slot and gripped her clit with his thumb and forefinger. He squeezed hard, watching her face anxiously as she groaned in pain.
"You like this, lady?" the boy asked. "Most girls do. You'll have to excuse Chuck. He only thinks about what feels good to him. He doesn't understand a girl's clitty needs a little attention."
Victoria suddenly realized the sadistic young man was only teasing her with his facade of caring. He was pinching her cunt so hard the pain caused her to squirm her ass against the board's rough surface.
"Yes," Scott said, smiling. "Nice, huh?" She knew that he knew she was not squirming because it felt nice. Pain from her pinched clit radiated through her loins like a spreading wildfire, and she groaned through her gag.
Just when Victoria thought she might faint from the pain, Scott released his grip on her clit and started caressing her inner thighs tenderly again. She let out a long breath through flared nostrils, and her tense body relaxed.
"Tell you what I'm gonna do, lady," the blond youth said, his mellow voice deceivingly soothing. "I'm gonna lick your pretty pink pussy and suck your clit till you cum, then I'm gonna fuck you till I cum. Then we'll both be happy. Right?"
It'll be a cold day in hell when I orgasm over the likes of you, Victoria thought. And, if she could have spoken, she would have told him so.
"You know, you're really pretty." Scott said sweetly as he grasped her chain-bound tits and gazed at her face. "You mind if I sit on that pretty face while I eat you out?"
Victoria was in no position to refuse. But the hard look she gave Scott made it clear he was not welcome to sit on her face.
That didn't stop him, though. He maneuvered around into a sixty-nine position atop the helpless young woman, almost losing his balance on the diving board before he got situated with his crotch over her face and her pussy beneath his face.
Victoria could see now at very close range that Scott was a true blond, all over. The dense hair on his groin and balls was as golden as the hair on his head, and curly blond hair lined the crack of his ass. He was like her, blond everywhere.
Chuck climbed from the pool, watching the couple on the diving board while he fumbled in his things for a pack of cigarettes. Lighting his smoke, he plopped on the concrete edge of the pool beside Raul to watch the festivities.
"Hey, Scotty," Chuck advised, "take the gag out of her mouth and let her suck you off while you eat her out. A cock can keep her mouth full just as well as my bandanna does."
"Yeah!" Raul urged. "Fuck the bitch's mouth!"
Grinning, Scott sat back on his haunches at the end of the board and started pulling the spit soaked bandanna from Victoria's mouth. She made faint gurgling sounds as the big red rag came out of her mouth like an endless stream of handkerchiefs from a magician's sleeve.
"If you make one fuckin' sound," Scott warned her. "I'll give you a fist right in the kisser and you'll be smilin' without any teeth then. And I fuckin' well mean it. Understand?"
Relieved to have that awful wad of wet fabric being drawn from her mouth, Victoria nodded. Her stretched jaw muscles were causing her such discomfort by now that she had actually come to the point where she would rather have had a prick in her mouth than endure another second of that abominable gag. It would be the lesser of two evils, in any event.
The last of the wet rag came out of her mouth, and Victoria worked her sore jaw muscles and licked her dry lips. She sighed with blessed relief. Strangely, the magnitude of the relief she felt seemed out of all proportion to the minor abuse that had caused the pain. But it felt so wonderful to be able to close her mouth again, to move her tongue about inside, to swallow her spit and lick her lips. It made her grateful for very small favors.
Victoria's gratefulness was short-lived, however.
Before she really had time to enjoy the release of all that tension in her jaw muscles, she was rudely startled by the blunt head of Scott's pink prick nudging at her lips. The youth was wildly aroused, and pre-cum seeping from his piss slit quickly lubricated her lips. "Open up now," Scotty said patiently as his cock tip parted her lips and hit her teeth. "You make it good for me, and I'll make it good for you."
Victoria wanted to scream. But she realized by now that Scott was not the sweet young man he appeared to be. She had no doubt he would carry through with his threat of knocking her teeth out if she gave him any trouble. So she opened her mouth for his prick.
Instantly, her mouth was filled with the blond youth's hard hot cock meat. She had to fight to control her gag reflexes as she tasted the bleachy flavor of his pre-cum and felt it leaving a coating of warm slime all over her tongue.
"Make her take it all." Raul suggested, his dark eyes flashing with excitement as he watched. "Right down to the balls, man!"
Victoria felt Scott's mouth clamp onto her cunt at the same moment his stiff prick plugged her throat. She gagged around the unwelcome intrusion into her throat as his blond crotch hair tickled her chin and his balls pillowed over her nose. Her violated throat muscles clenched spastically on the head of his cock.
"Look at this, guys!" Scott rasped, gyrating his ass and billowing his warm breath over the raw and sensitive folds of her cunt meat. "This bitch can take all you can feed her!"
"We'll see about that later," Raul muttered, stroking his colossal cock.
Victoria felt the boy's tongue fuck into her sore cunt hole. But she was barely aware of what he was doing to her pussy, because she was being overwhelmed by having her gullet stuffed full of prick.
He raised his hips, drawing about half the length of his prick from her mouth. She took the opportunity to swallow quickly, overcoming the urge to throw up.
Scott began tongue-fucking her pussy zealously while he fucked her face in counter-rhythm. Every time his prick plunged into her mouth, his tongue came out of her cunt; and every time his tongue fucked in, his cock withdrew.
In the interest of self-defense, Victoria soon figured out how to deal with the unprecedented experience of having a stiff cock pumping in and out of her mouth. Unlike a tongue in her pussy, a cock in her mouth was not something she could ignore. She quickly realized she had to participate and really do some cock-sucking, or choke to death.
She became so preoccupied with learning how to time her breathing and swallowing with cock in her month that she was only vaguely aware of Scott's busy mouth on her cunt. He was using both hands now to stretch her pussy lips wide, revealing the glistening crimson folds of cunt flesh inside. Her open pussy resembled a dew-covered blossom, the interior folds a deeper color than normal because of the rough fucking Chuck had just given her.
Getting the hang of cock-sucking at last, Victoria found it was possible to take Scott's prick deep into her throat by angling her neck so the cock shaft went straight in. She couldn't believe she was taking all of a guy's cock into her throat this way – she knew she could never had done it if she hadn't been forced.
Lewd slurping noises from her crotch drew Victoria's attention back to what Scott was doing to her.
He was still holding her cunt open with his fingers, running his tongue all over the soft interior flaps of pussy flesh, stabbing his tongue intermittently into her gaping fuck-hole.
She hadn't realized it until now, but each time Scott's stiffened tongue fucked into her cunt hole, Victoria was gasping with pleasure around his prick. Now, aware of that small bit of wanton pleasure he was giving her, she controlled her responses. She didn't want to experience any pleasure with these beasts, and she certainly didn't want them to think they could give her any pleasure, no matter how fleeting.
Scott went on lapping Victoria's pussy, obviously relishing the task as he slurped and snorted like an animal between her legs.
And, all the while, his bare ass bounced as he fucked her face, causing obscene suctioning sounds in her throat from time to time with his plunging prick.
Watching Scott's hairy ass pump just above her eyes and feeling his cum-laden balls bumping her nose each time his prick sank into her throat, Victoria tried to steel herself against the myriad sensations bombarding her senses. She couldn't imagine what had come over her, allowing herself to feel even a trace of pleasure under such dreadful circumstances. How could her body betray her at a time like this? No decent woman could possibly find an iota of pleasure in a thing like this.
Scott's rhythmic cock-lunges into Victoria's mouth soon had the diving board springing again at the steady tempo. And, as had happened when Chuck was fucking her, that bouncing of the board to which she was bound made it seem that she was voraciously gobbling cock.
The other two men were laughing at the erotic sight and challenging Scott to bury his whole head in her cunt.
It seemed to Victoria that the youth was trying to do just that as he sank his chin deeply into her loosened cunt hole and clamped his mouth over the lower part of her pussy. She felt his hot breath wafting over her exposed asshole as he chewed at the lower juncture of her cunt lips and wallowed his jutting chin in her slippery fuck-hole. She only hoped to God that slipperiness was from Chuck's cum and Scott's slobber – but she could no longer be certain she wasn't juicing up from all the excessive stimulation.
The suspicion that her cunt might be getting juicy in response to the efforts of these cruel bastards made her sick. She tried to focus her mind on anything except what was happening, tried to ignore the titillation of Scott's mouth on her pussy and the lewdness of his prick in her mouth. She tried to think about home, visualizing the green hills of Ireland, remembering a time when she was pure and innocent.
"Look at that slut!" Raul exclaimed, jabbing Chuck in the ribs with his elbow. "She's already learned how to deep-throat a cock… hell, she's takin' it like a whore!"
"All women are whores by nature," Chuck said, puffing on his cigarette. "Only some of 'em don't know it till we give 'em a shot at it."
Victoria heard what they were saying. If she hadn't had her mouth full of cock meat, she would have told them a thing or two. Whore, indeed. Why, the pompous asses! Couldn't they tell the difference between wanton depravity and a desperate struggle for survival? Stupid scumbags!
She abruptly gasped around Scott's cock when she felt him yank his chin from her cunt hole and start licking in circles around her clit. Then, when he began flapping his tongue rapidly on the tip of that sensitive organ, an unwanted surge of pleasure caused her to shudder all over and suck harder at his prick.
Then the horny youth started sucking at her clit while he fucked two fingers slowly in her pussy, and the warm tingly sensations suddenly seemed to pervade her whole being. Victoria fought against the flood of wonderful feelings brought on by Scott's cunt-sucking, but it was no use. What he was doing felt marvelous, and she couldn't help experiencing a warm glow as she became acutely aware of his fingers rubbing the slimy inner walls of her pussy and his sucking mouth seemingly drawing sparks from her cunt.
It was only when Chuck and Raul started laughing that Victoria realized the diving board had stopped bouncing but that her head had not stopped moving! Without even realizing it, she had continued to bob her head, fucking her mouth on Scott's down thrust prick while he hovered motionless above her.
The awful realization that she was actively slurping her lips up and down the youth's cock when it wasn't really necessary hit Victoria like a slap in the face.
"She'll come around eventually." Chuck smiled. "Give her enough cock, and she'll choke herself."
We'll just see about that, buster, Victoria thought. She lay passively again, letting Scott keep his prick in her mouth, but not encouraging him in any way.
He was so busy sucking her clit and finger fucking her cunt hole that he didn't notice for a moment that his cock was just laying in Victoria's slack mouth and that nothing was really happening at that end of the coupling. He started bouncing his ass again, fucking her face.
Now, Victoria was thinking about that terrible lapse a moment ago. What ever had come over her? She recalled that hot tingling in her clit, the surge of warmth that had enveloped her momentarily. Had that been an orgasm?
Surely not, she thought. Perhaps an unguarded moment of wanton pleasure, but nothing earth shaking. Surely that wasn't the sought after sensation of orgasm that women talked about so much.
She decided that if that was it, it wasn't worth the trouble.
Abruptly, Scott yanked his cock from Victoria's mouth and moved around to kneel between her sprawled thighs again. He sat back on his heels, glaring at her in a most disconcerting way.
"I can't make this bitch cum!" he said in exasperation. He turned at the waist, toward his buddies. "She won't cum, damn it!"
"What's the matter, Scotty?" Chuck teased, flipping his cigarette butt into the pool. "Losing your magic touch?"
"Hey, man," Scott whined, "I'm the great pussy-eater. I was born to eat pussy. That's what all the girls tell me. It's not me… it's her. There's something wrong with her."
"Don't throw your butts in the pool," Victoria said angrily to Chuck. "They can clog up the filter."
"Who gives a fuck?" he spat, glowering at her.
His reaction brought the distressed young woman back to the ugly reality of the situation. He was right, she realized. A rape was in progress here. A gang-rape. Who the hell cared about the swimming pool filter at a time like this? She thought the stress of all this must be making her crazy or something.
"I think I had an orgasm a moment ago." Victoria ventured, not sure herself but wanting them to stop trying.
"Don't bull shit me, lady," Scott said hatefully, still kneeling between her knees and looking at her cunt now as if it were the enemy. "When I give a chick an orgasm, everybody knows she's havin' it. If you felt anything, it was just maybe a little pre-orgasmic buzz. But you sure as hell didn't get off."
So that was what that was, she thought, watching the frustrated youth stroking his prick near her gaping cunt. Just a little pre-orgasmic buzz. Well, that sounded appropriate for the mild sensation she had experienced. Maybe the kid knew what he was talking about. He certainly knew more about sex than she did.
Scott was beating his meat faster now, his cold blue eyes scanning Victoria's naked body.
"You look so fuckin' sexy in chains," he whispered, jacking off with one hand and feeling her bound tits with the other. "I get hot when I see a chick in chains. I think I'm gonna fuck you now."
"You may as well," Victoria said, faking a yawn. "Just hurry up and get it over with."
Fire flashed in Scott's eyes and his hand whizzed through the air to slap her. His open palm hit her face so hard there was a loud report that echoed off the high walls surrounding the yard.
Victoria was momentarily stunned by the hard slap, which sent her head jerking to one side and caused the chains beneath her to rattle.
"Don't you get smart with me, you uppity bitch," the boy warned. "I'll slap your Goddamned face clean off! You hear?"
"Yes," she whispered, her cheek stinging. She realized now what she knew she should have considered earlier that it wasn't wise to tease a macho stud in heat. Men, she saw now, didn't take insults to their masculinity lightly.
"Hit her again!" Raul called out, jacking faster on his perpetual hard-on. "C'mon, Scotty! Hit her again!"
"Shut up, asshole," Scott muttered.
Victoria shuddered, reminded once again of that barbaric Mexican a few feet away – Raul, and his prick of death. She had that to deal with yet. And she had no doubt he was going to be the worst one of the bunch. He had very nearly slit her throat earlier on the patio, and now he was about to shoot his wad over seeing her get slapped. He was nuts!
Scott moved into position above Victoria, rudely supporting his weight by flattening his palms over her tits.
"I'm gonna fuck you now, lady," he said hoarsely. "And I'm gonna get you off with my cock. You know what I mean? This is gonna be the big one… you're gonna see stars and you're gonna beg for more." He grinned cutely, looking for a moment like the innocent college boy she had first thought he might be. "We're gonna make it, Vicky, you and me."
"I'll try," she said, not wanting him to slap her anymore.
"And no fakin' it, either," he warned her. "I can tell the difference."
Victoria wondered if that was true, if he really could tell. She had faked orgasms with her husband, and he never seemed to suspect. But then, Andrew had never seen her have a real orgasm, either since she had never had one in her life.
Just as Scott was nudging his cock head against Victoria's cunt gash, there were noises from an adjacent back yard. Some of the neighbors had come outside for something. Victoria raised her head suddenly, opening her mouth to cry out for help.
But, as her mouth flew open, Scott's clenched fist flew up, poised just above her face. His lips curled and he bared his teeth like an animal about to attack.
The shrill cry Victoria had intended came out almost silent a mere hissing sound as she exhaled the air she had just sucked in. Her's and Scott's gazes were locked for a moment, and his trembling fist remained poised, ready to pulverize her face if she so much as squeaked.
Chuck ran to the high wall and jumped up, hanging onto the top edge while he peered over into the other yard for a few seconds. Then he dropped back down and rejoined Raul.
"They're just takin' the garbage out," Chuck whispered. "They'll go back inside in a minute."
Raul jumped up and grabbed his jeans, taking the knife from the holster on the pants. Stepping quickly out onto the diving board, he deftly got around Scott and stooped down, holding the glinting blade to Victoria's delicate throat.
"One peep out of you, bitch," he whispered, "and that pretty blue pool under you runs red with your blood."
Victoria was horrified. Raul had started the diving board jiggling when he joined them, and it was still undulating with the weight of three people. The board's movements made it difficult for Raul to hold the knife steady, and she feared he might accidentally cut her throat.
"I'll be quiet," she breathed. "I promise."
All of them remained still, and it was so quiet Victoria could hear the gentle sloshing of the water in the pool, even though Chuck had finished his swim a good while before.
Victoria gulped nervously, that small movement of her throat causing the razor-like edge of the blade to feel as if it might slice into the creamy skin it was touching. The jiggling of the diving board had subsided now, though, and Raul controlled the subtle pressure of the blade against her throat with an uncanny precision that obviously resulted from experience. Chuck sat pensively at the edge of the pool, listening like a cat waiting for mice.
They heard the rattling of trash containers in the alley, some dogs barking in the distance, and then the familiar sound of a sliding glass patio door being closed. Then there was silence again. Chuck got up and trotted over to the wall.
He lifted himself up, peered over, then dropped back to the grass and returned to the pool.
"All clear," he said as he sat down again, dangling his legs in the water.
Raul drew the menacing knife away from Victoria's throat. "That was a good girl," he said. "Now you're using your head."
Victoria wasn't so sure about that. Help had been so close. She raised her head to look around as Raul left the diving board. At least one good thing had been accomplished by the interruption all three guys' cocks had wilted and hung limp and useless now. That pleased Victoria immensely.
Scott, who was still kneeling between Victoria's legs, grinned and began playing with his soft cock while he probed her gaping cunt gash with his other hand. His prick began to revive quickly.
"I sure am glad I didn't have to punch you out, lady," he said, sounding sincere. "I never like to hit a woman… unless I've got time to cum while I'm doin' it."