Calvin sank back with a blissful little gurgle, his limp wet prick slipping from Cindy's lips. The girl wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, but she didn't move, didn't take her wide blue eyes off Emily Trout.
Emily stood at the foot of the bed, her vast red beaver thrust forward, her mannish face distorted with sensual pleasure. She was ramming the thick black wooden whip handle up and down in her streaming twat, fucking herself almost brutally with the stiff weapon. As Cindy watched in horrified fascination. Emily shrieked like a wounded animal and began to come, her greedy twat plunging convulsively up and down the gleaming juice-soaked handle of the whip. She waved and writhed around the rigid stick, and at last she let it drop to the floor as she fell forward onto the bed.
Cindy waited. There was nothing else to do. Calvin seemed to have dozed off, but presently Emily raised her head and studied Cindy coolly. "You're good," she said, "the best one we've had so far. I think we'll keep you awhile."
Emily went and opened a dresser drawer and took out a small phial of pills. She handed one of the capsules to Cindy, along with a glass of water. "Take that," she said. "You'll sleep all day tomorrow and get a good rest. Then we can play again."
Cindy dutifully popped the pill into her mouth and took a drink of water. Emily waited till the girl's head began to nod, and then she lifted her drowsy brother in her arms, apparently without effort, and carried him from the room.
Cindy popped the pill out from under her tongue and threw it away. She gathered up her laundered clothes, dressed as fast as she could, and climbed out the window. She'd thought anything was better than going back to Pop, but staying with this weird brother and sister had to be just as bad. She'd take her chances on Miss Trout catching up with her. Luckily she hadn't given the woman her last name.
For a while Cindy was lost in the suburban neighborhood, but by following signs she finally made her way to the freeway. The sun was just coming up, and she was cold and frightened. She had to get a ride, and fast, before Miss Trout came looking for her. Determinedly she took her place at the edge of the four-lane highway and stuck out her thumb.
She was in luck. She hadn't waited more than fifteen minutes when a shiny new Buick purred to a stop beside her. There was a middle-aged man driving, and he was alone. "Ride, sis?" he said, smiling blandly.
"Please," said Cindy. "I'm trying to get to California."
"I'm going as far as Denver, if that'll be any help," he said.
"Great," said Cindy. She didn't care if he was a kook or a rapist. A man she could handle, but Miss Trout was something else.
The car was warm and rode like a dream. The man wasn't at all pushy. He gave Cindy coffee from a thermos, and while she drank it, he chatted on and on about himself. His name was Ralph Simmons, he was fifty, and he was a traveling representative of some big sales outfit, which required him to drive all over the country. He got lonely, he said, and he always welcomed riders.
As far as Cindy was concerned, Ralph Simmons had zilch sex appeal. He dressed nicely, in an expensive clean blue suit, and his thinning grey hair was expertly styled. He wore a faint cologne, and his nails were neatly manicured. He was also plump, red-faced, and homely. To a girl Cindy's age, he was impossibly old and out of it.
At least he was diplomatic. He didn't question her, didn't even ask her name. It seemed too good to be true – and that turned out to be exactly the case when he pulled off the road just outside of Denver. He drove behind some bushes, stopped the car, and turned to smile blandly at Cindy.
"Well?" he said.
Cindy understood at once. He'd given her a ride, bought her a big breakfast, kept from prying into her affairs. All he wanted in exchange was to get laid. She should have known.
She had a choice of quietly cooperating, getting it over with, or creating a big scene and possibly getting hurt. All she wanted was to get back on the road, on to Los Angeles, as quickly as possible, so she decided to get it over with.
"You want me to undress?" she said tonelessly.
Simmons smiled. "You catch on quick," he said. "That's good. I hate arguments. No, you don't have to undress, not all the way. Just lower your jeans and panties. I got to get on to Denver and keep an appointment."
Cindy was glad he was in a hurry, too. She wasn't at all excited about fucking him, but she quickly pushed down her jeans and panties and lay down on the seat of the car. Simmons flushed a little and an excited gleam came into his eyes when he saw her taut creamy belly and the sweet golden puff of her beaver. "You're real pretty," he said. "I wish we had longer together."
Cindy didn't answer. She just lay there, waiting to get the screw over with. Simmons lowered his pants to his knees and crawled over her. She had a brief glimpse of his stiff pink peter – a little less than average size – and then he was sighing and lowering himself onto her. He poked his prick into her cunt and began to fuck her. He screwed in short little humps, panting lightly. It felt kind of good, and Cindy gave a little sigh and opened her legs wider.
Suddenly the car door was wrenched open with a loud metallic groan.
"What the fuck?" exclaimed Simmons, half rising off Cindy to stare at the intruder.
Cindy stared, too. The car seemed to be surrounded by grinning teenage boys. They were looking in all the windows, pointing and sniggering, and one of them had opened the driver's door. He had long greasy black hair and needed a shave. Like the others, he was dressed in blue denim pants and jacket and was wearing cowboy boots. He grinned evilly.
"Just take it easy, Pops," he drawled. "We only want your wallet."
Simmons, an experienced traveler, studied the guy a moment, then sighed and reached for his pants. He took out the wallet and handed it to the guy. The stringy-haired guy rifled through it, pocketed the money, and dropped the wallet in the dirt. Then he swiftly produced a blackjack and hit Simmons over the head. Simmons dropped heavily, like a stunned whale, knocking the breath out of Cindy.
"Get him off her," somebody said. "Tie him up, put him in the back seat."
Cindy felt Simmons' limp body being pulled off her, his half-limp cock slipping out of her cunt. She was going to pull up her jeans, but someone seized her from behind and dragged her out of the car. She almost tripped, for her jeans and panties had fallen down around her ankles, but rough hands held her on her feet.
The stringy-haired guy, apparently the gang leader, stood before her, grinning and ogling her snatch. "Sorry to interrupt your fuck," he said. "That's just the way things fall out sometime. But don't worry – me an' my friends'll make it up to you."
There was a chorus of sniggers and raucous laughter. "Okay, Donny, you hold her," the leader said. "We'll get this ole boy squared away."
The one named Donny – she couldn't see him, for he stood behind her – held her tightly while the others tied up Simmons and stuffed him in the back of the car. Cindy was terrified. She'd heard horrible stories about motorcycle gangs and what they did to girls alone – and this seemed to be one of those gangs.
Their cycles were parked a little distance away, near an open case of beer. They must have been drinking there when Simmons drove up, and in his excitement he didn't notice them. The guys were in their late teens, affecting the manner of rough young punks. They were unkempt, with filthy long hair and several days growth of whiskers. There were five of them.
Cindy spoke tensely. "They didn't kill him, did they?"
Donny laughed behind her. "Shit, no, honey. We ain't bad guys. We just want a little fun. That ole boy'll come to in a couple hours. He'll just have a bump on his head, that's all. You relax now."
Relax? Cindy thought she'd die of fright. She didn't know whether to believe Donny or not, and she prayed that Simmons wasn't badly hurt. He wasn't a bad old guy, really. Like all men, he only wanted a piece of her ass, but at least he hadn't wanted to hurt her. And if they'd killed him, they'd certainly have no qualms about killing Cindy.
The others finished putting Simmons in the back seat, pushing him down so he couldn't be seen, and then they swaggered back to where Donny held Cindy. The guys ogled her exposed pussy, and she fought back tears of fright and humiliation.
"Things sure turned out just right," said the leader, grinning at her. "We been out all night, ain't found no tail yet. You came along just in time, little girl." He snapped an order. "Get her over there by the cycles. Spread out one of the bed rolls."
Donny picked her up and carried her, setting her down on a greasy blanket inside the circle of motorcycles. Cindy stared up in horror at the group of grinning guys standing over her. "Get her clothes off," said the leader. "I wanta see more."
Again the harsh raucous laughter. Cindy began to sob as the guys tugged her jeans and panties off her ankles, then tore at her shirt and bra and jacket. When she lay naked on the blanket, they stood over her, gawking and grinning, exchanging comments.
"That looks like some real nice pussy."
"She's a real pretty one, all right."
"Man, I can hardly wait to get me some of that."
Cindy wept helplessly. "Oh, please," she cried, "don't rape me!"
That really amused them. They howled with laughter, slapping their knees. The leader spat in contempt. "Aw, come on, now, baby," he said. "You were fuckin' that old guy. Don't make no difference if you fuck us."
Cindy blushed miserably. In her panic she'd forgotten that they'd caught her in the act Simmons lying on her, obviously humping her. They thought she was easy, of course, that they could do anything they wanted with her. She couldn't fight all of them off, either. All she could do was endure. She prayed they wouldn't hurt her. Panic gripped her, sheer animal fright, and her bladder threatened to empty.
"I-I have to go to the bathroom," she whimpered.
The guys snickered. "Well, there ain't no bathroom out here," said the leader, "so you'll just have to squat. Hurry it up, though. Me an' my buddies are mighty horny."
Cindy got up and started for the nearest bushes, but the leader clapped a hand on her shoulder and stopped her. "Right here," he said. "We ain't givin' you a chance to run away."
Her blush covered her whole body. She was ashamed to pee in front of all those guys, but she couldn't hold it back. Her bladder ached. Miserably, she squatted and pissed into the dirt. The gang watched her, grinning and poking each other in the ribs. She'd never felt so humiliated in her life.
When she was finished, she came back and lay down on the blanket without being asked. She knew she had no choice in the matter. Again she prayed that they'd be content to rape her, that they wouldn't want to beat her up or kill her. The leader was already unbuckling his belt, dropping his jeans.
He wore no shorts, and Cindy saw his erect cock, standing straight up and hugging his belly. As far as her experience went, it was a good-size cock, nothing unusual about it. The gang all kept their eyes on Cindy, and they weren't laughing now. A strange expectant hush came over them, and they watched intently as their leader knelt down and separated Cindy's legs. His face was impassive, as if he felt he should show no excitement or emotion. Cindy stared down at his erect reddish dick. That thing was going to be in her cunt in just a moment, and there was nothing she could do about it.
"I sure hope that old guy didn't come in your cunt," he drawled. "I hate wet decks." When Cindy said nothing, he slapped her sharply across the face. "Well, did he?" he snarled. "He shoot his load in your twat?"
"No!" Cindy sobbed. "You stopped him too soon. Please, I'll do whatever you want, but don't hit me."
He snorted with contempt. "We ain't gonna hit you, little girl, we ain't gonna hurt you at all, if you just put out. That's all you gotta do, fuck me an my buddies. You got that?"
"Yes," she wept. "I'll do it."
"Okay," he snapped. "An' keep that mouth shut, too, unless we ask you to talk. Now spread them legs wider, baby, as wide as you can."
Cindy spread her legs as wide as she could, and the circle of guys strained closer to look at her naked exposed pussy. Still no one laughed. They watched in silence as their leader knelt between her legs and inserted the knobby red head of his stiff prick into her small shadowy cunt-mouth. He didn't lie down on her. He knelt there and watched his own flashing cock as he began to fuck her.
Cindy felt the hot hard cock jabbing balls deep in her tight cunt. Her pussy had creamed a little for Simmons, so it wasn't a dry painful fuck. The leader balled her brutally hard, as fast as he could, as if he just wanted to get the screw over with, as if she were only a machine for bringing him off. His face remained expressionless, although he panted and snorted a little. Cindy felt nothing at first, but she gradually experienced a glowing hot sensation in her raped cunt. She'd been horny this morning, thinking of Tom and Pete and their delicious orgy at the motel. It was the last good fuck she'd had, and she'd been wanting more. If only it didn't have to be this ruthless gang.
"Get your butt up some more," the leader snapped. "Put it up there for me. I don't wanta strain myself."
Cindy dutifully arched her pussy for him, and now his hard hot prick sawed back and forth over her sensitive clit. It felt good. She felt inhibited about showing her pleasure in front of all these guys, though. She whimpered and let her head fall back limply on the dirty blanket. All around her was that sea of gawking young faces, some of them beginning to leer now. Apparently they didn't dare speak during their leader's performance, but a couple of them grinned at her, and one of them winked.
"Uhhhh." It was a soft sound, audible only to Cindy, and the only noise he made as he came. She wouldn't have known he'd come at all if she hadn't felt the hot squirt of his jism deep in her cunt.
He stood up at once, stuffed his limp cock back in his jeans, and zipped up. He acted no more moved than if he'd just taken a piss. "She's tight," he said tonelessly. "It's pretty good cunt. Go ahead and fuck her."
The leader took his place in the circle of observers, and another guy stepped forward. Apparently there was some kind of pecking order in the gang, no argument about who screwed her next. Cindy waited with mingled fear and anticipation. She didn't want to be hurt, but she could sure use a little more balling. The leader's hard fucking had aroused her, and her cunt was creamy, hot, and hungry.
The second guy had frizzy thick blond hair that stuck out from his head at all angles like a fright wig. He had innocent green eyes and a turned-up nose but was doing his best to look tough. He unzipped his jeans and whipped out a fairly long thick erect cock.
"Get up, baby," he said. "I'm gonna let you do the work. I had a real hard night."
The tension broke, and the gang laughed when the leader smirked a little. Cindy stood up, and the blond guy lay down on the blanket, his long erect prick standing straight up and waving lewdly.
"Now you squat down on me," he said. "Just work that cock right up your hole, you dig?"
Cindy got the idea. She straddled the guy and lowered her crotch slowly down over his wagging pale prick. She was clumsy at it and had to grab the hot silky meat and stuff the thick, drooling knob into her cunt-mouth. His dick was fatter than she'd expected, and it was a very tight fit as she slid down it, taking the whole thick rod into her belly. She felt his jeans rubbing harshly against her butt, the hard head of his prick butting the end of her cunt.
"Now ball me, honey," he said, leering up at her. "Make it good."
Cindy blushed hotly. She hadn't expected to take an active part in the rape. She began to jerk her crotch up and down, working her slick little twat around the rigid pole of his dick. It made a loud wet slurpy noise, which made the gang howl with laugher and made Cindy blush. Her big ripe tits jiggled and wobbled heavily, adding to the guys' amusement.
"Go, baby, go!" someone shouted. "Make that pussy fly!"
Cindy was horribly embarrassed, but at the same time she felt a growing warmth in her thoroughly stuffed cunt. This guy was really well-hung. The faster she fucked him, the better it felt, the more hot juicy friction between cock and cunt. Cindy was definitely aroused.
The guy gazed up at her as she fucked him, his green eyes swimming a little, his mouth twisted in a horny leer. "Hey, baby," he said, "that's all right. You diggin' it, too?"
More sniggers and giggles from their audience. Cindy blushed and lowered her eyes – but the guy was right. She was digging it. Her tight little cunt began to cream hotly around his thick meat, and she wondered if he could feel it. She couldn't stop her own horny juicing. She hunched her slim hips faster and faster, trying to achieve the hard, swift fucking she craved.
"Hey, hurry it up," somebody said. "We want our turn, too."
Cindy felt like telling them to jack off. She was having a lot of fun with this frizzy-haired guy, and she wanted to take her time. Apparently he was having fun, too. Every time she caught his eye, he grinned at her, and his young face was flushed with hot pleasure.
"You got one tight little pussy," he told her in a low voice that the others couldn't hear. "I like the way you're doing it, babe. I really like it!"
Cindy wasn't going to reply, but a shrill squeal of pleasure was forced from her lips when the guy suddenly began to move. Up to now he'd been completely passive, just providing her with a stiff prick to hump around. Now he began to feed his stiff prick to her in quick short jabs that made her cunt sizzle with pleasure. Cindy kept working on him, too, grinding her horny little pussy around his digging meat.
"Awwww, Jesus!" the guy whined.
She felt his steamy jism squirting up into her cunt, and she barely suppressed a sob of frustration. He was coming too soon for her, far too soon. Inhibited by the leering, sniggering presence of the gang, she'd just now started to get really hot. Desperately she kept working her flooded nipping cunt around his rod, trying to come, but his limp dick slipped out of her hole.
"Move, man, move. I want my turn."
Another guy was approaching. The frizzy-haired guy sighed and wriggled out from between Cindy's legs. Kneeling there, his spunk dripping from her swollen slit, she looked up to inspect her next partner. He was the tallest of the bunch, over six feet but very skinny. She was willing to bet that the others called him "Slim", and she was right.
"Hey, Slim, show us how they do it in Texas," somebody teased. The others laughed and applauded.
"Well, y'all know everything's bigger in Texas," Slim drawled. "Like this here, for instance."
He unzipped his jeans and drew out the longest cock Cindy had ever seen in her life. It wasn't particularly thick, but it was a good nine inches in its taut erect length. She couldn't help herself – she practically drooled at the sight of that long tool, and her aroused cunt began to juice hotly. She needed to come badly, and she figured that big old elephant prick could do the job. But she didn't want the gang to know how excited she was. She sensed there was danger in that. She kept her face expressionless.
"Over you go, little lady," said Slim.
He easily flipped Cindy over onto her hands and knees and pulled her delectable little butt up in the air. She heard harsh breathing as the gang stepped in closer for a better view of her blatantly exposed snatch.
Slim was a humorist. "See, out in Texas there's a lot of empty space an' we don't see no girls for weeks on end. So we fuck cows. That's why I gotta screw this way – it's the only way I know how."
This was greeted with raucous laughter. Cindy wished he'd just get on with it. Her soaked cunt was aflame with need. She felt him kneeling behind her, felt his enormously long, stiff prick gliding slowly into her hole, and she had to grit her teeth to suppress a howl of delight. He skewered her completely, stuffed her cunt deliciously.
"Hang on, little lady," be said, "'cause I'm gonna ride you hard."
He did. He gave her the hardest fucking she'd ever had. He slammed his big cock into her cunt with the force of a pile driver, shaking her whole body, making her big creamy tits wobble wildly, to the delight of his audience. "Ride 'em, cowboy!" somebody shouted.
Cindy ignored the crude taunts and concentrated on the delicious fuck he was giving her. Sometimes he slammed into the end of her cunt so hard it hurt, but she even got off on that. She was fully aroused by his brutal rape of her tight juicy little twat. She clawed the dirty blanket as she struggled not to scream her wild pleasure.
"Nice an' tight," Slim panted. "Almost as good as a heifer."
He had to clown even when he fucked. Cindy was writhing around the deep impalement of his cock, just on the verge of coming, when Slim suddenly cut loose with a shrill rebel yell that surprised and frightened her. She could have killed him – for in the time that it took her to recover, he was shooting his load into her horny cunt, his prick shrinking…
"Oh, Lordy!" exclaimed Slim, withdrawing from her. "That's nice tight pussy." He zipped up and sauntered back to the circle of grinning guys, while another guy came eagerly forward to take his place. "Hey, Donny," he called, "give that little filly a good ride!"
Donny, the one who had held her. In spite of her frustration, Cindy was curious to see what he looked like, and she twisted around to stare at him.
He was a stocky muscular guy with dirty unkempt brown hair. Nothing special – and his cock was less than special. Cindy was keenly disappointed when Donny unleashed a skinny little four-incher and rolled her over on her back for a standard fuck.
"Oh, baby, baby," he whined as he began to screw her. "You're so fuckin' tight."
Donny was intensely excited, but Cindy felt almost nothing. His little jerking cock was insufficient after Slim's brutal fucking. She just lay there looking at the sky, and in a moment the screw was over. She felt the brief splat of his cum, his shrinking cock…
"Hey, Little Willie! Go, man!" someone was shouting. The cheers and applause were louder than ever for the last of Cindy's attackers. She looked up to see an ugly fat guy waddling towards her. His greasy black hair came to his shoulders, and he had tattoos on his thick arms. He was doing his best to look like Hell's Angels, right down to the beer belly that nearly obscured his belt. Ugh, thought Cindy.
Little Willie wasn't one for conversation. He flipped her over onto her hands and knees, grunted as he knelt behind her, and only then unzipped his jeans. Cindy waited, glad she didn't have to look at him, hoping he was well-hung. She felt thick stiff meat rubbing her pussy, and she wriggled excitedly. He might be gross and ugly, but if he could fuck, she'd welcome him.
Little Willie fumbled around, trying to get his swollen cock-head in place. Cindy heard a burst of harsh laughter from the gang, then felt a searing pain, pain so awful that she almost fainted.
"Ahhhh, noooo!" she screeched.
Little Willie had forced his thick, iron-hard meat up the tiny, virgin passage of her asshole.
"Hey, Willie, you got the wrong hole!" somebody taunted.
"No, I ain't," Willie grunted, breaking his silence at last. "They's always tighter here. Beats cunts any day."
Cindy didn't hear the rest of the talk. She didn't hear the laughter and shouts, for her pain blotted out everything. Willie's thick cock tore and stretched the tiny mouth of her bung, ripped and raked the delicate narrow lining of her asshole. She screamed and sobbed as he fucked her ass in deep, plunging fast strokes.
"Oh, please, no!" she wailed. "Stop it, please! Oh, please!"
No one paid any attention to her agony, and after a while she felt herself losing consciousness. It was ironic, she thought, that Willie lasted longer than any of them. He was still grunting, puffing, and fucking her ass as she fainted.