Debbie Jules was both frightened and hungry. She had been left alone for two days. At first she had believed that the two boys would hurry back, rape her, and then let her go. Or at least she hoped so.
But hour after long hour went by and she began to be afraid that they were going to leave her there forever. She tried to free herself but she only succeeded in rubbing her hands raw on the metal chain.
Finally they came back. She heard the car drive up into the yard and a moment later the door slammed. She was on her knees against the wall and the bright light hurt her eyes. She turned away from the door.
When she turned back, Adam was standing there.
"And how are you today?" Adam asked.
"Please," she said. "Why are you doing this to me?"
He answered her question with another question.
"Are you hungry?" he asked.
"Yes," she admitted. "And thirsty."
"I've brought you food but you're going to have to work for it."
"Work for it?" she questioned. "What kind of work?"
Smiling, he unzipped his fly and let his cock out. It hung limply from his trousers.
"This is the kind of work you have to do."
She crawled to him and put her mouth to his cock. He pushed her away.
"Not this time," he said. "This time I want your cunt."
"Can't I just do you with my mouth?" she asked.
"You'll do it my way or you get nothing," he said.
She stared at him for a long moment and then she nodded her head. After all, what was the use of fighting? Eventually he was going to get what he wanted and she might as well give in.
Adam didn't like her giving in so quickly. He wanted them to fight him a little. He enjoyed turning Donald loose on them and how they finally started to beg for the cock instead of the punishment. Still, she was a good-looking piece and she would make a good fuck.
"Get on the couch," he said.
She walked toward the couch and he undid her chain. That was all she was waiting for. If he had kept her chained, she would've fucked him, but he allowed her to go free. And Debbie knew how to use her fists. She had been fighting men off for years.
She turned suddenly and caught him by surprise. She kneed him expertly in the crotch and he dropped to the floor in pain. She was out the door in a flash. There was nobody to stop her. She had half expected to run into Donald, but Adam had evidently come alone.
She looked into the car but he had his car keys with him.
She'd have to run for it.
She heard him coming after her and she ran for the woods. She had no idea where she was but she knew she had to get away. If she could find a highway somewhere, she would be able to flag a car down. She had no doubt that some man would stop for her because of the way she looked.
She ran as hard as she could. She could hear cars on pavement up ahead. She had to stop and catch her breath but she wasn't afraid. She knew he would never catch her now. She had gotten away. She would catch a ride into town and explain things to the law. They would know how to deal with the two brothers.
"You hurt my brother," a deep voice said.
She spun around and tried to run again but a heavy hand caught her by the shoulder and flung her to the ground. Donald stood over her. There was an ugly grin on his face.
"You bitch," he said. "You kicked my brother in the balls. You didn't have to do that."
"You were waiting for me," she accused. "You knew I was going to run away."
"We thought you might. Some of them do when we undo the chain. Funny, though, they always seem to run the same way. All I have to do is wait and they get here."
"But how did you know I kicked your brother?"
He pulled a walkie-talkie from his pocket. "I got her, Adam. What do you want done with her?"
"Do what you fucking well want," Adam Cross said shortly. "She hurt the hell out of my balls."
Donald smiled again. "You shouldn't have done that, girlie. He's very proud of his balls."
"Don't hurt me," Debbie pleaded. "I'll do what you want but please don't hurt me."
Donald wasn't listening. He searched the ground until he found a broken branch. It was sturdy. He slapped it against his hand and it made a loud pop.
"Okay, girlie," he said. "Now for lesson number one. You never run away. Never."
She tried to escape from him but he caught her by the arm. He began to beat her severely on her side and on her thighs. The branch did not strike hard enough to leave cuts but it bruised her tender skin.
She screamed at him and cursed at him but he still beat her. He beat her until she fought him no longer. She lay limp on the ground as he hit her. Finally he stopped and threw the branch away with a snort of disgust.
"Now for the good stuff," he said.
"Oh God," she said. "Just let me die. Don't hurt me any more. Just let me die."
"You aren't going to die, bitch," he said. "You're going to live. You're merchandise."
Strong arms lifted her to her feet. He pushed her against a pine. She was not entirely conscious as she felt him groping between her legs.
"Nothing hurting there," he said. "And that's really all that matters."
She realized what he was doing. He had unzipped his fly and his hard prick was pushing against her cunt.
"No!" she pleaded. "Not like this! Please!"
"Open your Goddamn legs," he said roughly, "or I'll get my stick again."
Another session with the stick would kill her. Both of them knew that. She rested her back against the pine and spread her legs. He gave a shove and his prick was buried in her cunt.
"Jump, baby!" he demanded. "Scratch your ass with the pine!"
She realized what he wanted and she began to jump up and down on his hard prick. He grunted with pleasure. Her back was already hurting from the force of his blows and the pine was making it worse. She wanted to get it over with quickly so she quickened her pace.
"God, yes," he moaned. "That's the way. Do it, baby! Fuck my cock!"
She could feel his prick grow as she jumped. She closed her eyes and tried to think that she was somewhere else. Nothing did any good. She was sore and humiliated. And she was about to receive his cum.
"Here I come, baby," he groaned. "Fuck my cock! Catch my fucking cum!"
He gave a gasp and his prick went deep into her cunt as he exploded. She could feel his wet stickiness splashing against her cunt walls and then running down her legs. He kept coming. He was filling her with his cum.
He drew back.
"Get on your knees, bitch," he said. "Lick me clean."
She dropped to her knees and used her tongue to lick his prick clean. She tasted his salty jism as she sucked every drop into her mouth.
"That's good," he said, drawing back.
He stood back and gave her a look of contempt.
"Now I'm going to leave you here. You could walk out onto the highway and hitch a ride. You could get away that way. But I wouldn't advise it. What I would advise is for you to get your ass back to the house. Try to make things up to Adam and maybe he'll forgive you. Maybe he won't. But I'll find you if you run away. I'll find you and I'll make you feel like the lowest whore in creation. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir," she said numbly.
"Good."
He walked away. There was never any doubt of what she was going to do. She looked longingly at the highway and then she turned and walked back in the direction she had come.
She knew that there would be no getting away from them until they wanted her to get away.
Adam was sitting on the couch. He was rubbing his injured cock and frowning.
"Well," he said, looking up. "I see you've come back."
"Yes sir," she said. "I'm sorry for kicking you."
"You won't let it happen again," he said.
"No sir."
"Chain yourself and give me the key."
She went over and put her arm through the chain. She turned the key and handed it to Adam. He slapped her hard across the face. She waited. He slapped her again. She didn't try to run away. She knew it would do no good.
He punched her in the stomach and all her breath went out with a whoosh. She dropped to her knees in pain.
He kicked her in the side and she fell flat on the carpet.
"Next time you try to kick me," he said harshly, "it's going to be worse."
He kicked her once more and left her there.
"Ladies and gentlemen," the announcer said. "We have two women on sale today. Both are some of our finest merchandise."
Boss leaned back in his chair and watched the eyes of the buyers. The buyers were men and women from all over the world and it did little good to look at the faces. But the eyes gave them away. There would be a flicker of interest at times, and he would know how to start the bidding.
Boss would raise one eyebrow at the announcer and the announcer would know what he wanted.
The first girl came on. She was a little more slender than most of the buyers liked. She was a redhead and she had good bone structure. She would make a fine model for she had the classic looks.
But there was little interest among the buyers. There were plenty of the classic model types around. They wanted someone different to take back to their owners and bosses.
Boss nodded at the announcer.
"This one will go for just five hundred dollars," the announcer said. "Five hundred will start the bidding."
One elderly gentleman raised his hand.
"Five hundred it is. Five hundred to the gentleman in gray! Five hundred for this petite body with such fine proud looks and such a classical face. And her ass! Ahh, gentlemen, if you had her on your bed with your hard cock going in… surely that experience is worth more than five hundred. So do we have six hundred?"
The bidding went on like that for a while until the girl was worth a thousand. The elderly gentleman raised his head at a thousand-five and Boss nodded his head to close the bidding. The elderly gentleman took the redhead home.
The second girl was very young looking but her body was mature. The bidding started at two thousand and it went up quickly. A man who owned a whorehouse chain purchased her for seven thousand. Boss knew the man would work seven thousand out of her ass.
Boss closed the bidding. Some of the buyers grumbled. They wanted more, but Boss had no more merchandise in stock. Another raffle was set for four months later. By that time Boss would have a complete new line of girls.
The men left. Boss walked to the rear where the two girls were getting ready. Both of them would be called for in the morning. They would have a good night's sleep and be refreshed for the morning. But first Boss had other ideas.
He dismissed the guard at the door and stepped into the girls' room. There were two dozen beds against the wall, but only two were occupied. Both girls looked up at him sleepily as he entered.
"Stand up," he commanded.
They stood quickly. They were dressed in shortie blue nightgowns so that they resembled each other somewhat. The nightgowns barely touched the white flesh of their thighs. Underneath the gowns they wore blue panties.
"Are you ready to leave in the morning?" he asked.
"Yes sir," the classic model type said. "We have our bags packed and ready."
"Do you know who bought you?"
"No," they both said at once.
Boss smiled. He was enjoying himself. "You," he said, pointing to the tall, classic-looking girl, "have been purchased by an elderly gentleman. I suppose that he'll be easy on you and not beat you much."
"And me, sir?" the innocent-looking girl said. "Who bought me?"
"A whore master," Boss said. "A man with a stern hand. You're young. You should bring him two or three good years before he puts you out on the street. It'll be good for a while."
She trembled and a tear came to her eye. "I'm to be a whore?" she said. "Yes. And you'll be a good one. A whore trained by the Cross brothers is an extraordinary whore."
She could not control her tears. They poured from her eyes as she fell against her bed.
Boss felt a deep rage build up in him. His girls were not supposed to cry. They were supposed to do what they were told and when they were told.
He took off his belt. The classic-looking woman saw him and she stepped back.
"Bitch," he said. "Quit your crying or I'll have to whip you. You know better."
"I can't be a whore," she said. "Please don't make me do something like that."
Boss slapped her with the palm of his hand. He left a red mark across her cheek. She tried to block her face with her hands but he slapped her again and again.
He turned her over and brought the belt whistling hard against her backside. She screamed in pain. He hit her again and it brought another scream.
"Stop!" the girl begged. "I'll do what you want! I'll do it! But don't hit me again!"
He drew back. He didn't really want to whip her for he didn't want to mark her.
"You'll do anything?" he said.
"Yes," she said. "Oh yes."
"Good," he said, looking up at the classic girl. "Then I'm in the mood for a show."
The older woman knew what he meant immediately. She seemed to frown at the younger girl and then she pulled her nightgown off. She had good tits. He had not really known how firm they were until she was naked. Maybe he should have made her undress on the auction table. She might have brought a better price. He shook his head at the thought. No. Naked women only caused trouble when there were that many men.
Boss sat down on the edge of one of the beds and crossed his legs. The older woman approached the younger. She bent down and kissed her ear.
The younger girl looked puzzled. Then it began to dawn on her what Boss wanted. She looked like she was getting sick, but she controlled herself. With great courage she stood up and pulled her own nightgown off. Her pale-white tits were much better than the older woman's. She arched her back like she was proud of them but Boss knew it was only a reflex action of fear.
The older woman bent her head and captured one of the young girl's nipples in her mouth. She sucked on it a moment before she let it go. The young girl's nipples had grown hard immediately.
The older woman looked at Boss. "Do you want us on the bed?"
"Of course," Boss said.
The older woman pushed the younger so that she fell back on the bed. The older woman worked like she had experience. She fell across the younger woman's body and began to kiss her full on the mouth.
Boss wondered what her sharp tongue would feel like slipping into his own mouth and he became aware of a bulge growing between his legs.
The younger woman had once been called Betsy. It seemed so long ago. She had been a teacher in a grammar school. Donald and Adam Cross had kidnapped her from the school one day when she was working late. She didn't mind the sex. She hated the beatings and she was more than willing to have sex.
But this was different. She hadn't been forced to make love to a woman while she had been at the Cross'! Now, with Boss looking on, this woman was giving her new experiences and she wasn't sure that she liked them.
The older woman ran her tongue down Betsy's cheek and touched at the hollow of her throat. The tongue went farther down. A low moan escaped Betsy's throat as the mouth closed around one of her nipples. The older woman's experienced tongue began to caress her as the lips sucked.
"Oh God," Betsy said softly.
"Beginning to feel good?" Boss asked.
"Oh yes," Betsy said. "Oh yes!"
The older woman moved to Betsy's other tit. She sucked a lot of the creamy flesh into her throat and Betsy closed her eyes. It no longer mattered that it was a woman. Delicious sensations were traveling up her spine.
"Suck me," Betsy urged. "Oh yes, suck me good!"
The older woman remained like that for a moment and then her tongue began to move again. Betsy's stomach muscles quivered as the tongue slid down. Down to her panties.
The older woman began to kiss her through her panties. She could do things to Betsy that had never been done before. The tongue slipped under the corner of Betsy's panties and began to caress her pussy.
"God!" Betsy said. "That feels so good!" The woman drew back.
"Take off your panties."
Betsy quickly lifted her hips as the woman's hands tugged her panties down. She heard the quick intake of breath from Boss as he stared at her pussy. She looked at him.
He had unzipped his fly and his prick was hard and straight. She smiled at him. It wouldn't be long before he was over there pounding away.
And then the woman bent to suck Betsy's cunt.
A thrill shot through Betsy. And then another! The woman found Betsy's clit with her tongue and began to massage it. It was wonderful. Betsy pushed her pussy up closer to the woman's probing tongue.
"Jesus," Betsy said as the thrills shot through her whole body.
She could feel her climax boiling only inches away. The woman released Betsy's clit and began to mouth-fuck her. The woman's tongue was going in and out like a hard cock. Betsy quickened the pace.
"God!" she cried. "I'm coming! I can't help it! I'm coming!"
She felt the heat almost consume her before she released her juices into the woman's waiting mouth. The woman kept her mouth there until Betsy was done.
Betsy lay there without opening her eyes.
She was aware that the woman was getting up.
"Well?" the woman asked Boss.
"Very good show. Very good."
Boss stood up. He had enjoyed it but his prick was aching with need. He wanted the young girl. He wanted to sink his prick where the woman's mouth had just been.
He approached her and fell down between her legs. Quickly he unbuckled his belt so that his balls could have freedom. He didn't like to have them confined while he fucked.
Betsy still had her eyes closed, but she opened them quickly enough as his meaty prick probed between her legs. She opened her legs a little wider. He entered her easily for she had already been well lubricated from her own juices.
He was in no hurry. He began to rock back and forth on her luscious body, liking the feel of her soft tits mashed against his chest, and the way her long legs climbed up his back and crossed.
He was in deep. He closed his eyes and listened to the rhythmic slap of his balls against her and the soft moans that were coming from her throat.
"So good, Boss," she moaned. "That feels so good. I like a big prick."
He felt another weight and realized that the older woman was on his back. Her tongue flicked at his shoulder and then traveled downward to his ass. Her hands parted his ass cheeks and her tongue went into his crack.
"Jesus!" Boss groaned.
Her tongue rimmed him a moment and then she went between them so that she could lick at his balls while he fucked.
The woman knew what she was doing. Chills went through Boss with a delicious frequency and he could feel the buildup of tension in his balls.
"Oh shit," he moaned. "Oh shit, that feels good!"
He began to quicken his pace as the heat grew in his balls.
He knew he was going to come. He wanted to hold off but the combination of the woman's tongue and the sweet young body under him was too much.
"Jesus!" he said. "I'm going to come! Oh fuck! Oh shit! Here it is!"
He jerked as his prick began to pour cum into Betsy's cunt. The woman's tongue never left his balls. In fact she seemed to draw closer as if to catch any drops of jism that might escape.
Jimmy Bailey was a new man. At school, his grades had improved tremendously. He seemed to walk with a new assurance and there was a cocky gleam in his eye. His teachers noticed it and wondered what the cause was. Girls noticed it and wondered how they could get a little closer to him.
Only Kathy Cross knew what the reason was and she wasn't telling.
Jimmy had hurried home from school that day. He was going back over to Kathy's house again, telling himself that he would make the excuse of trimming the yard.
Maybe he'd get some more pussy. Just the thought of that made his pulse quicken.
But it wasn't to be. For when he arrived home to change clothes his mother informed him that he wasn't to leave the house that day. His parents were going to a funeral and if they weren't back by dark then Jane would come over.
He was mad. He didn't mind Jane coming over but he was in no mood to be read to. What he wanted was pussy. Jerking off wouldn't suit his purpose.
The girl next door was out in the yard when Jimmy walked out to his shed. She was much prettier than Kathy Cross. She was dressed in her school clothes, a short blue dress that revealed some of her well-tanned thighs and a top that formed well over her new budding breasts. She was hanging up some paper lanterns for a party that her parents were giving.
"Hello, Jimmy!" she shouted.
"Hello, Sue," he said glumly. He was in no mood for Susan Thomas. He wanted none of her teasing to make things worse than they already were.
He didn't say anything else and continued to his shed. The shed was really his workroom. He had built it himself, with just a little help from his father. He kept his gardening equipment in it, along with a few of his father's tools, and some of his mother's odd furniture. A table, an old bed with a dingy mattress, and an old TV were stacked in the corner.
It was also where Jimmy kept his pictures. He checked outside to make sure nobody was in the yard and then he pulled the metal box out from under the bed.
A boy had been selling the pictures in school and Jimmy had never seen anything like them. He had looked at them so often they were going old and frayed.
"Jimmy?" The voice belonged to Susan.
How had he missed seeing her coming when he had looked? Quickly he put the pictures back into the metal box and shut the lid, but he had no time to get it tucked back into place before Sue opened the door.
"What do you want?" he asked angrily.
"Well you don't have to be so huffy," Sue said.
"I just wanted to talk. You act like you've been avoiding me lately."
"Why should I avoid you?" Jimmy asked.
"I don't know. You act like you're mad or something. What do you have in the box?"
Jimmy looked down at the metal box still clutched in his hands.
"Nothing you'd be interested in."
"How do you know? Unless you let me see."
Usually Jimmy wouldn't have dared show the pictures to anyone he knew, but today he was angry and horny. He wanted to go to Kathy's house and he couldn't. He decided he would take it out on Sue. Sue wouldn't dare tell, and one look at the pictures would send her storming out of there.
"Well," Jimmy said dubiously. "Maybe you would be interested. I'll show you one."
"One what?" Sue asked.
"Just wait. You'll see."
He opened his box and took out the top picture. He had the back of the picture to Sue.
"Come over here and sit down. I'll show you."
Sue looked a little hesitant about sitting down next to Jimmy. Sue really wasn't a tease, although she knew the boys thought so. The truth was that she got hot too quickly. She couldn't allow a boy the liberties that some of the other girls allowed because she was afraid she couldn't stop.
She didn't like to sit so closely to Jimmy because he was all the time putting his hands on her. And his hands were clumsy, but they were hot as hell and her skin usually burned where he touched her.
But she was curious. It looked like a picture and she wondered what it could be a picture of. It crossed her mind that it might be something dirty, but she found herself only more interested.
Finally she sat down by Jimmy and he showed her the picture. Her breath seemed to stop. A dark-haired woman was lying on a couch. She had a filmy thing over her huge breasts but her waist was uncovered right down to the heavy black bush between her legs.
"Jimmy?" Sue questioned. "Where?"
But Jimmy was already showing her another one. A man this time! He was completely naked and his prick was hard. He held it in his hands and pointed it like he was trying to shoot someone with it.
Sue felt a quickening of her heart. She knew she should run out but she couldn't. She wanted to see the next picture and the next.
Jimmy turned over another woman. A woman with a dog! Sue couldn't believe her eyes. The woman was on her knees sucking the dog's prick. Sue closed her eyes. She couldn't believe it.
"Open your eyes, Sue," Jimmy said softly. "The pictures get better."
Sue opened her eyes. She should run away. The thought kept repeating itself in her mind. Her legs were too weak to run away. Her breathing was coming too heavy. Her clothes felt tight and restrictive.
"Here's a good one," Jimmy said.
Two women and a man! One woman was sitting on the man's head, his tongue barely visible as it slipped up into the woman's cunt. The other woman was sitting on the man's hard prick. She had raised her hips a little so that his hard prick could be seen with its head inside the woman's cunt.
Jimmy's hand found Sue's knee and ran up to touch the heat of her thighs.
"Jimmy!" Sue protested.
"Ahh come on, Sue," Jimmy urged. "Nobody can see us out here. You know you like it."
She did like it. Too much! His hand went further up her thigh until he was rubbing her panties. Sue sat in shocked disbelief. No boy had ever touched her there. Now it was too late. She felt as if her entire body was a mass of flame.
"Look at this one," Jimmy urged.
As one hand rubbed between her legs, Jimmy used his other hand to turn over the pictures. The pictures got filthier. Women sucking cocks and getting their pussies eaten. Women getting fucked in every position!
Sue gave a low moan. Jimmy was rubbing her harder and it was sending pleasant sensations all over her body. Suddenly his hand left her. She opened her eyes and tried to protest as he pushed her backward on the dirty bed.
But Jimmy gave no heed to her protest. His hands were fumbling with the buttons of her blouse and like a zombie Sue helped him. She unbuttoned the eight buttons and he pushed the blouse off her shoulders. His hand went underneath her and unsnapped the hooks on her bra. He pulled it off her shoulders and his hot, lustful eyes were looking at her budding tits.
She knew she didn't have much, but she was proud of what she had. They were more than a lot of the girls her age had. But this was the first time a boy had ever looked at them. She felt hotly embarrassed.
Jimmy dropped his head and his lips found one of her nipples. Sue nearly screamed. She had wondered many times what a boy's mouth would feel like there and now she knew. It was more wonderful than she could have imagined.
"No, Jimmy," she protested. "We have to stop. We can't do this."
"The hell you say!" Jimmy retorted. "This time we're going all the way!"
The finality of his tone left no room for argument and Sue gave in to her feelings. Jimmy's lips were sucking more of her tender flesh into his mouth. She pushed herself at him, liking the feel of his lips and tongue on her tits.
Jimmy stood up.
"I want to show you something," Jimmy said.
Sue opened her eyes as Jimmy undressed. She had never seen a real live boy hard before. Jimmy stripped off his trousers and then his shorts. His prick was naked and hard. The red cock-head glistening with his lubricating juices.
He walked to her side and took her hand. He wrapped her fingers around his staff and began to slide her hand back and forth. The cock was like nothing she had ever felt or seen before, and yet it had a strange familiarity to her grasp.
She began to enjoy rubbing it back and forth. "Jesus," Jimmy said. "We can't keep this up." He pulled his cock out of her hands. He fell over on top of her and his hands once more went underneath her dress. She couldn't protest as his hands began to tug down her panties. His hands felt too good.
He got her panties down to her knees and she lifted her ass to help him get them off. He tugged up her skirt so that it was bunched at her waist.
"Beautiful," Jimmy said. "Really beautiful."
She was horrified as she saw his head bend and his tongue begin to caress the outside of her pussy.
"Stop," she said, but her voice was weak.
His tongue explored her. She could feel the tongue slip inside her cunt and begin to rub against her cunt walls. She couldn't stand it. He was starting fire after fire in her body.
"Jimmy," she begged. "Fuck me! Please fuck me!"
Jimmy left her pussy. He fell across her body and she liked his strong chest rubbing against her tits. His hard prick probed between her legs.
"Go slow," she said. "I'm a virgin. Please go slow."
"And gentle," Jimmy promised.
He pushed a little and his prick brushed against her wet cunt-lips. A delicious thrill went through her. He pushed again and his prick began to penetrate her. His straining cock began to push farther inside her.
Her cunt began to close around his cock and it was pure excitement that was rushing through her blood. She wanted his cock inside her. All the way!
She gave a push and he broke through her virgin cunt and went in all the way to his balls. It didn't hurt as bad as she expected and she was ready in a moment to quicken the pace.
There was nothing slow about Jimmy. He began to fuck her fast and furiously and she loved every minute. The tingle started at the base of her spine and then her cunt was tingling and she knew she was going fast.
"Oh, Jimmy!" she said. "I'm going to come! I'm going to come for the first time!"
"Do it, baby," he said. "Do it! Scream so the whole world knows I'm giving you a good time!"
"Oh Jesus Christ, Jimmy!" she yelled. "Here I come! Oh God, I can feel your prick squirting into me! Oh Jesus!"
He fell on top of her as he came and Sue pulled him close. She knew she had waited too long for her first cock. She would never go as long without one again.