When Scott had his prick hard again, he quickly mounted Victoria and started fucking her frantically.
Her pink-tipped tit mounds wobbled between the gleaming chains that cross-crossed her chest as the blond youth pounded her sore pussy mercilessly with his cock. He was taking long fast fuck-strokes this time plunging his prick in balls-deep and withdrawing till the flared ridge of his cock head parted her pussy lips before fucking in hard again. Victoria grunted each time the boy's cock bottomed out in her raw cunt.
"I'm gonna make you cum this time, you cold bitch," Scott snarled, banging his groin against hers violently. "You can relax and let it happen naturally or I'll pound an orgasm out of you. Have it your own way."
"I'll never orgasm for a silly kid like you," she said. "You're wasting your time and mine."
Chuck and Raul laughed loudly, which incensed Scott. An expression of grim determination clouded his handsome face as he increased the tempo of his fucking. He was pounding her pussy so fast now that the springy diving board couldn't respond that rapidly. The board went into a herky-jerky kind of motion and Victoria's chains clattered noisily as Scott's naked ass pumped so fast it almost became a blur.
She bit her lip as hot sensations surged through her abused cunt. She knew what he was doing. He was intentionally angling his cock lunges so the shaft of his cock rubbed against her clit on every stroke. The boy obviously knew what he was doing. The friction of his prick against her clit, combined with the feeling of his prick plunging into the depths of her cunt gave her a blast of erotic sensations that seemed to radiate all through her loins.
But Victoria was determined she would not give any of these brutes the pleasure of bringing her to the peak. The feelings she was experiencing gave her a hint of what orgasm was all about, and for the first time in her life she felt truly stimulated in an erotic way. Naturally, that interested her, aroused her curiosity. But, if she was ever to achieve an orgasm, she wanted it to happen in a loving and tender situation not in a three-ring circus, with a bunch of barbarians!
Looking up at Scott, she saw that his nostrils were flaring and his lips was drawing back as he bared his teeth and a wild look came into his blue eyes. She knew what that meant. He was about to shoot his cum-load without getting her off.
Victoria grinned up at the sweating youth in triumph.
Her moment of triumphant feeling was abruptly obliterated when the wildly humping youth started slapping her face.
"Cum, bitch!" he snapped. "Cum, damn you!"
Scott's hand flew back and forth like a fast action windshield wiper as he slapped her with his open palm in one direction, then with the back of his hand on the return swing. He repeated that very rapidly several times, causing Victoria's head to turn back and forth with the fast blows.
Stinging pain seared both of her cheeks as he slapped her, and she had a fleeting moment when she feared he was breaking her jaw with the violence of his hard slapping.
She wanted to cry out with the abominable pain. But she knew she mustn't. The boy was obviously out of his mind, and she didn't doubt that he would punch her like a boxer attacking an opponent if she cried out. Tears blurred her vision and she kept her teeth clenched to keep from biting her tongue off with the impacts of his rapid-fire blows.
And, all the while Scott was slapping Victoria so cruelly, his ass kept pumping and his hard cock kept plundering her pussy at incredible speed. She had never imagined a man could fuck a woman that hard or that fast.
As the outrageous slapping and fucking went on, Victoria's head being knocked first one way and then the other, she could hear the other two men laughing stupidly at her and Scott. How she hated those callous bastards!
"Scott's real big on slapping," she heard Chuck saying.
After what seemed a long period of time to Victoria, during which she was aware of nothing but the cruel pounding of her pussy and the sharp blows to each side of her face, the young maniac abruptly stopped. Keeping his prick embedded in her burning cunt, he supported himself above her on stiff arms. His pupils were dilated and his tongue hung out as he panted in her face.
Then she felt it.
Scott's prick pulsed in her pussy and he sucked in a deep breath, his face contorted as he climaxed.
Victoria's cunt was almost numb from all the rough fucking, but she could feel the boy's hot cum spurting with surprising force in the depths of her cock-stuffed pussy. There were multiple spurts of his jism as he unloaded his balls into her body. He was cumming so much that it felt to her as if she were being given an enema in her cunt.
Scott suddenly hung his head when he had finished shooting his cum-load into his helpless captive, and his blond hair brushed Victoria's face as she felt his weight sink down on her, his chest flattening her chained tits. Cum foamed out around Scott's embedded cock, running down into Victoria's ass crevice.
She shuddered at the obscene sensation.
But she smiled then, despite the burning pain in her cheeks and the disgrace of having an overflowing pussy. She had beat them again! It was Scott's cum that burbled from her cunt, not hers.
He had not succeeded in bringing her to orgasm.
"Couldn't get her off, huh, Scotty?" Chuck teased.
Scott lay quietly atop the chained blonde, his sweat creating a clammy slime between their bodies as breathed hard, his chin jutting into the hollow of her shoulder.
"Damn you," he whispered bitterly.
Raul was jacking off again, getting his colossal cock good and hard for the next assault on Victoria's unresponsive cunt.
"C'mon, Scott," he said, standing up. "Get off the bitch and make room for a real man."
Scott pulled his softening cum-slimed cock from Victoria's pussy and rose to his feet. He obviously couldn't meet her withering gaze with his eyes. He turned and left the board, joining Chuck at the pool's edge.
The big naked Mexican strutted jauntily out onto the diving board, displaying his extraordinary hunk of cock meat for the chained blonde to gaze upon. She shivered at the sight of such a big cock, and her apparent fear only served to make his cock harder.
"You ready for the dick of death, blondy?"
Victoria closed her eyes to the hideous sight, unable to keep up her bravado. She couldn't imagine having a thing like that freakish cock of Raul's crammed up her cunt. She wished she could pass out and get through this without any awareness of what was happening.
"It's gettin' pretty late guys," Chuck said. "No use takin' any chances out here this late. Let's take her in the house."
In the house? Oh, God! Victoria realized that, once they took her inside, she could scream her head off and nobody in the outside world would bear a thing. There would be no possibility of escape then. They would literally fuck her to death!
"I want to fuck her ass," Raul said, hesitating as he stood between her legs. "Lemme fuck her first."
"You can fuck her ass in the house," Chuck said, rising and stretching. "Unfasten the chains."
Oh, yes, Victoria thought. Unfasten the chains! Dear God, get those horrid cold chains off me.
As if reading her mind, Chuck pointed a finger at her. "One peep outta you, Vicky, and you're gonna find out just how Goddamned mean Raul can get. Got that?"
"Yes," she said in a meek voice.
But her spirit was not meek yet. Her mind was racing. She knew this would be her absolute last chance at escape, and she was going to try. She figured she had nothing to lose now.
Scott slipped into the water and swam out beneath the diving board, where he helped Raul unfasten the unnecessarily heavy chains that kept Victoria's wrists and ankles secured beneath the board. There were laud clanking and clattering sounds as Raul pulled all the chains aloft, finally freeing the blonde captive's aching body from restraint.
Scott swam back to the edge and lifted himself out of the water. Raul stepped off the board onto the concrete and stood there, holding the chains and watching Victoria with narrowed eyes as she strained to move her limbs.
Victoria moaned in agony as she raised her arms and legs and tried to straighten her body out on the board. The muscles in her arms and legs seemed frozen into immobility from the long time in restraint, and it took her a moment to regain use of her limbs and sit up.
Cum gurgled from her abused cunt as she sat up, forming a warm and slimy pool under her naked ass. Two men had already dumped their cum-loads in her pussy, and she wrinkled her nose as she looked down at the obscene overflow. But she was still proud that she had not added her own cum to that slimy mess in her crotch.
"Get up, cunt!" Raul commanded, rattling the chains he held. "In the house."
Victoria struggled to her feet, almost losing her balance and toppling into the pool. How her legs ached. But she knew she had to make those sore muscles work, and fast. Even as she slowly made her way off the diving board and stepped onto the concrete, the adrenaline was already pumping, preparing those frozen leg muscles for a flight for her life.
"C'mon, get a move-on," Chuck urged, swatting her bare ass.
Suddenly, Victoria lurched to one side and made a mad dash for the high fence. At the same time, she started screaming at the top of her lungs.
"Help! Anybody! Help me!" she shrieked as she made a flying leap, clutching desperately at the rough tile along the top of the wall. "Rape! Rape!"
But, before she could get her numb arm muscles to pull her weight upward, the three men were on her like a pack of wild dogs hitting her, jerking at her arms, puffing her hair and clamping big hands over her mouth. She tumbled to the pass, rolling into a naked ball in a futile attempt to protect herself as they slapped her face and kicked her in the ribs and stomped her hands and tore at her hair.
Victoria Halstead fully expected to die right then and there, beaten to death in her lovely back yard while the neighbors watched television in their homes, so nearby. Visions of the horror that was coming flashed through her fevered mind visions of the neighbors finding her naked and bloody body the next day, too late. Cum would still be running out of her raw cunt, and her beautiful green eyes would be staring, unseeing, at the scorching sun above. Her mouth would probably be open, her tongue hanging out. Dear God, she thought, losing all hope. What a wretched, inglorious end for an innocent girl from Ireland. How had things ever come to this? How?
She only hoped she wouldn't suffer too much more before they killed her and put her out of her misery.
The cruel blows kept raining down on Victoria's defenseless body, and she wondered how much a woman could take before loss of consciousness would mercifully blot out the pain and the horror.
"She's about to faint," Scott said.
"Yeah, ease off, guys," Chuck said.
Victoria was dazed, but not unconscious. No such luck.
"Let's dip the bitch and wake her up," Raul suggested.
The violence had stopped, and Victoria was only vaguely aware of being dragged across the concrete toward the pool, the rough surface scratching her delicate skin.
Then, when she hit the water, there was a rude awakening. She sputtered and gurgled as she was completely immersed for a moment, getting water into her windpipe. Then she surfaced, coughing and wheezing for air. She hardly caught her breath before she was dunked again. Her arms and legs flailed as she struggled to reach the surface, to get air into her lungs again.
It was at that moment that Victoria realized her arms and legs were free but there was horrendous pain in her scalp.
Somebody was holding her by the hair of her head, dipping her in the pool as if she were a cat being dipped for fleas.
After the third dunking, she was able to see that it was Raul who had hold of her hair, and he was furious. His strange blue eyes seemed to glow like cobalt in his dark face, and the muscles of his brawny body bulged as he pulled her upward. This time, he lifted her high enough so that her tits were out of the water, and the stress on her scalp became even worse. She knew it was only her buoyancy in the water that kept her own weight from scalping her.
"You're the most hard-headed bitch I ever met." Raul snarled, keeping her painfully elevated by gripping a handful of her long hair. "You're gonna pay for this shit, woman… no more Mister Nice Guy."
If Victoria hadn't been hurting all over and about to strangle to death on water in her windpipe, she would have laughed out loud. These men were stark raving mad!
Chuck helped Raul drag the poor girl from the pool, then they just dumped her on the cement patio like a sack of potatoes.
The three punks stood around and looked at the naked blonde, crumpled there like a drowned rat. She was coughing and spitting up chlorine flavored water. And every time she coughed, there was a sharp pain in her side she was afraid they must have broken some ribs.
"Well," Scott said dryly, "at least, that got the bitch clean again. She was a hell of a mess."
"I don't give a fuck whether she's clean or not," Raul said angrily.
Then there was the sudden sound of chains rattling again. Victoria looked up just in time to see the big Mexican flailing a long length of heavy chain through the air like a bullwhip and that glistening metallic snake was coming directly at her! She gasped, panic gripping her heart as she reacted by rolling to one side. The chain continued to fly through the air, crashing and clattering around Victoria as she struggled to her feet.
"None of you are quite right in the head," she muttered as she hurried across the patio toward the house. "I still can't imagine how Andy ever got mixed up with scum like you."
Her husband! God! The true ugliness of what had happened hit her again. Andrew had done this to her given her to these beasts for some sick kind of sex therapy or something. It just wasn't fair. She couldn't help being frigid. It had never been a conscious choice on her part. It was just the way she was. How could Andrew have done this to her? Did he really hate her that much?
Tears flooded Victoria's eyes again. The pain of being so heartlessly betrayed by the man she loved was far worse for her than the physical suffering she was being forced to endure.
Raul drove Victoria toward the house as if she were some worthless animal, whipping the concrete at her heels with that horrid chain and kicking her in the ass whenever she faltered. At each impact of the chain on the cement, she jumped like a cowboy amid a hail of bullets at his feet.
Scott slid the patio door open as Victoria reached it, and a cool blast of air from within the house hit her naked body, making her shiver as she stepped inside. She folded her arms to her tits, hugging herself and trembling.
Raul's big hand in the middle of her back sent her lurching forward. She stumbled across the den, with him shoving her impatiently from behind.
"Show me your bedroom, bitch!" Raul snarled, kicking her in the ass again. "I'm gonna fuck your Goddamned right on the bed where you and Andy sleep together."
"Yeah!" Chuck laughed. "That's about all they ever do in there – sleep."
"Well," Raul said, "that bed's gonna see some action tonight."
Chuck and Scott wandered off to explore the rest of the big house while Victoria led the chain wielding Mexican down a long hallway. Raul walked behind the naked blonde, his immense hard-on bobbing lewdly as he watched the sexy bouncing of her pale ass cheeks.
Kaleidoscopic images flitted through Victoria's mind as she led Raul into the master bedroom, fleeting memories of the countless nights when Andy had begged in vain for a little attention. Nights when she had rejected him, accused him of being a sex maniac, a pervert. She knew now too late that there had been one too many of those frustrating nights for Andy. He must have gone over the edge. Nothing but insanity could account for him turning her over to these filthy barbarians like this. It was inhuman!
"On the bed, cunt," Raul demanded rudely, shoving her again.
Victoria stumbled toward the bed, falling onto it face down. Knowing the big man was after her ass, she quickly turned over and faced him, scooting backward on the satin bedspread as she covered her pussy with one hand and made a futile attempt to hide her bare tits with the other.
"Please," she whimpered. "Don't hurt me anymore."
"That's up to you, Vicky," he said. "We can do this nice, or we can do it rough… it's your choice."
The guy's baritone voice seemed so ominous to Victoria that she almost cringed every time he spoke to her. She cowered on the bed, feeling utterly naked and vulnerable as she stared up at him in frightened silence.
Raul was a huge man. From Victoria's vantage point on the bed, he seemed to tower up toward the ceiling like a giant, a great brown colossus with strange blue eyes that seemed to glow.
Her gaze came to rest on his mighty prick, standing out from the mass of curly black hair at his crotch like some kind of lethal weapon.
He seemed to have a permanent hard on. And it was an ugly cock, freakishly big. The brown foreskin was drawn back, revealing the dark-purple cock head, which was glossy with a coating of slime that oozed from the piss hole.
"You like that?" he asked, seeing her staring wide-eyed at his cock. "You like Mexican cock, blondy?"
"N-no," she stuttered, averting her gaze. "I don't like any of them Mexican or otherwise."
"Aw, now," he said, moving closer, "that's a damned shame. Maybe you just haven't ever been with a guy that knows how to treat a lady."
He was still holding that length of heavy chain, and she shuddered at his approach, drawing up her knees up and trying to bide her nakedness. She had already seen how he thought a lady should be treated, and she wanted no more of that.
Seeing her gaze riveted to the chain in his hand, Raul smiled disarmingly and let the chain clatter to the floor. Then he crawled onto the bed, pushing her onto her back with unexpected gentleness as he maneuvered his body above hers. Quivering, but not resisting, Victoria lay back and let him settle astride her thighs.
She flinched when she felt his hairy balls pillow warmly against her cunt mound, and she stared past the twin peaks of her tits at his towering hard-on.
"Relax, baby," he soothed, kneading her firm tit mounds with both hands. "You be nice to me, and I'll be nice to you."
Victoria was very tense, because she knew Raul's tender and gentle ways at the moment would give way to raw violence at any minute. He was crazy. He couldn't be trusted. She had seen him blow up several times already, and she couldn't relax, even though he was being kind to her now.
"Why do you hate men?" he asked, his tone suggestive of a depth of understanding she knew he didn't have.
"I… I don't know why," she murmured honestly.
He took one of her hands and placed it on his big hard prick, forcing her to curl her dainty fingers around that warm throbbing monolith. He released his hold on her fingers slowly, watching her expression closely. She started to draw her hand away from his cock, but he quickly forced her to grasp it again. She could tell from the way his upper lip curled that he would not tolerate any form of rejection, no matter how subtle.
This time, when Raul released her hand, she maintained a firm grip on his big ugly prick. But she couldn't keep from wrinkling her nose in disgust at the feel of that hideous thing.
"There, now," he said, grinning. "That's what a nice big hard cock feels like. That's not so bad, is it?"
"No," she said meekly, maintaining her firm grip on his cock.
But her pained expression made it clear she did not find it exciting, either. Raul's satisfied grin evaporated and a frown clouded his face. He grabbed Victoria's other hand and shoved it between his balls and her cunt mound, forcing her to hold his hairy balls in her palm. His balls felt immense, and very heavy to her. She shivered as she thought of all the cum those bullish balls must contain.
"Yeah, like that," he said, releasing her hand. "Nice and easy on the balls. Like that?"
"No."
"Well, keep fuckin' till you do like it, bitch." Raul said, his tone sounding ominous again. "A man likes a woman that appreciates his cock and balls. Now you feel me up like you like it okay?"
It was the first time in her life that Victoria had ever fondle any man other than her husband, and she had rarely done that with him. But Raul's glaring gaze told her she'd better cooperate.
She caressed his furry balls with her palm, her knuckles rubbing her sore cunt slit as she did it. Her other hand on his cock, the curled fingers not even spanning the diameter of his cock lance, stroked up and down slowly. The dark skin on his cock moved as she jacked up and down, bunching behind the flared ridge of the slimy cock knob on the up stroke and drawing back tautly on each downstroke. As she watched, she saw a fresh flow of clear pre-cum emerging from the gaping piss slit, and the sight sickened her.
Closing her eyes to the obscene sight, Victoria forced herself to keep jacking him off and fondling his cum-bloated balls. But closing her eyes didn't keep her from feeling the warm and slippery slime that was soon running down his cock shaft and coating her stroking fingers.
Hoping that the bastard was climaxing which would disarm that seemingly perpetual hard-on of his, Victoria peeked through fluttering lashes. No, he wasn't shooting his cumload. It was only a profuse flow of that clear fluid. Andy did that when he was hot, too, but not nearly so much as this guy.
"That feels real good, Vicky," Raul said condescendingly. "And now, since you're bein' such a good girl, I'm gonna let you lick my prick."
Her eyes flew open, focusing instantly on his brown and slimy cock, which was glistening with a sheen of pre-cum now. Her hand stopped moving, and she gulped nervously.
"Come on now, blondy," he said, caressing her tits fondly. "Don't get all tense again. I won't cum in your mouth… I just like for a girl to lick my prick a little before I stick it up her ass." He smiled, raising up on his knees. "Makes me feel wanted, when a chick licks my cock."
Victoria gasped in dread as that ugly prick came toward her face, dripping warm pre-cum onto her naked tits. Panic overtook her. She couldn't lick that filthy thing!
Then she realized she still had one hand on the base of his cock and the other on his balls. His balls! He was vulnerable there, she knew.
Her mind reeling, Victoria quickly closed her hand, squeezing with all her strength as her fingers sank into the soft hairy flesh of Raul's balls.
"Oooowww!" he howled, lurching over her.
As he lunged forward in pain, his cock grazed the side of her face, leaving a warm trail of slimy pre-cum. But he kept going, diving from the bed and almost leaving his balls in her clutching hand. She let go at the last possible second, just as he tumbled headlong to the floor.
Victoria leaped from the bed, running for the open doorway. She was in a blind panic now. She didn't know where the other two guys were, but she hoped she could make it to the front door and escape out onto the street. Surely somebody would help her then.
She heard the enraged Mexican yelling behind her as she fled into the long hallway without looking back. She knew seconds were precious. She heard Raul's bare feet pounding the carpeting behind her, and she felt as if she were running in slow motion. The living room and the front door seemed so far away. It was as if the hallway kept extending farther ahead of her, stretching out as she ran. It was like a nightmare.
"Chuck! Scott!" Raul bellowed, very close on her heels now. "She's loose again!"