"Nice cunt… and, man, she might be gettin' hot," Brad said, passing the palm of his hand over her cuntal curls.
Anna flinched, tightening her asscheeks, feeling her smooth ass flesh rubbing over the splintery wood. Brad was teasing her, barely touching the curled tips of her pussy hairs. Anna tugged at the bonds imprisoning her wrists once again, her fingernails biting into her palms. No, this couldn't be, it just couldn't be! She couldn't feel excitement now, not when these men were about to fuck her!
"Ohhhh, man, I can feel some heat comin' outta there. Gotta find out for myself for sure," Brad said, pressing the flat of his hand gently against her cuntmound.
Anna groaned, her shoulders rubbing against the workbench top. She felt violated by that horrible touch. Why couldn't she pass out, faint rather than have to endure this degradation?
"Go for it, man, eat up that muff!" Ed encouraged.
"Don't have to tell me how," Brad whispered, his fingers digging into the muscles of her inner thighs.
Anna groaned. She watched as Brad's head moved down, down between her spread thighs. He was going to put his mouth on her cunt! He was going to tongue her, going to suck her!
Anna screamed through the gag again, jerking her ass up as much as she could, trying to twist her cunt away from his mouth. But Brad held her firmly, the ropes groaning from the movements of her body.
Anna felt his breath blowing on the curls of her pussy. He was touching her lower belly with his tongue now, drawing the warm moist tip along the fringe of her pussy hair, then sliding it down, down one side of her pussy.
She could feel his nose pressing against her pussy mound, and she let out another shuddering groan of revulsion.
"She don't like you too much, Brad," Ed commented with a chuckle.
"Give 'er time."
Anna struggled, trying to scream. His tongue… that tongue was licking her now, licking up and down the undersides of her legs, then sliding up to the bottom junction of her cuntlips. He was spreading her asscheeks apart a little farther, his jagged fingernails scraping her sensitive, sweaty asscrack while his tongue poked and teased her outer cuntlips.
No, this is vile, filthy! Anna told herself again and again as Brad persisted in his mouth-fucking of her pussy.
His fingers now drew up to either side of her cunt, spreading it open, tugging the lips stickily apart. Anna let out another groan, her tendons ridging against her thigh flesh.
"Ohhhhhh, yeahhhhh…" Brad gasped.
And, as the seconds ticked by, a subtle change was happening. Was it the ropes? Was it the feeling of helplessness, the knowledge that there was nothing she could do about what was happening? Anna didn't know, and would never really understand why she gave into Brad's tonguing. Maybe it was the smooth, silky rub of his lips as they forced her cuntlips apart. It was a sensation she had never imagined.
There was a such a hot, tingly sensation, a kind of itchy thrill that was getting more intense and more concentrated with each passing second. She began straining upward in her bonds, the ropes groaning again while her belly seemed to swell with excitement.
"Yeah, man, knew she couldn't resist my tongue… man, I got the hottest mouth in Pasadena," Brad said, pulling back for a second while rubbing her clit.
It was as if someone had set fire to her pussy! Anna groaned, bouncing her ass against the workbench, hating herself for feeling the wild rush of sensations coursing through her body, scorching her veins. She felt the hot juices of her pussy flooding out, wetting down her cuntal curls as his tongue began licking and lapping at her cuntlips!
"Nnnnnnffffff!"
Brad was doing more than just kissing her pussy now. He began stiffening his tongue, fucking it into her hot little hole, touching all the most sensitive spots of her pussy.
Anna stiffened, her muscles tensing. But then a hot thrill washed over her the moment his tongue touched the base of her stiffening clit. Then any thought of fright or embarrassment washed away, evaporated under her rising arousal. Anna felt her body turning on to what was happening. The horror was melting away, disappearing under the oral ministrations of the elder Rudd brother.
"Unnnfnnfnfffffff!"
His strong fingers sank into her thighs just above each knee. He was spreading her apart inch by tingling inch while his tongue flicked in and out, in and out of her convulsing pussy.
Anna started shifting her hips from side to side, feeling the rub of her cuntlips against one another. Each move was new, each motion an experiment for her as she felt the tingly thrills centered in the head of her clit. She had guessed fucking was one of the best things a person could do in this world, but she had never imagined that it could be like this!
"Unnnfnnfnfffff!"
"Hey, man, she sounds almost like she's gonna go," Ed warned.
"Don't worry. We'll take care of that," Brad reassured his brother, pulling back for a second and picking several blonde curls from between the gap in his front teeth.
Anna relaxed, her breathing becoming shallow, uneven. She could still feel Brad's awful tongue flicking in and out of her cunthole, touching those slick fold and hollows, then sliding up the insides of her outer cuntlips until it was touching her clit! That tiny sex center throbbed and pulsed under the slightest touch. She twisted her ass up, her muscles straining against the thick ropes while Brad kept licking her clit again and again.
"Baby, you got juice comin' outta you like there was no tomorrow," Brad commented, pushing one hand down between her legs.
Anna groaned, feeling his fingers corkscrewing into her pussy, then slipping out. He looked at the slickness coating his fingers, then moved his hand up to her nose. Anna smelled her pussy, smelled the pungent aroma of her cuntjuice. Wincing, she turned away, ashamed.
"Yeah, you got it comin' outta you. You need prick," Brad said, his voice husky.
"Maybe she needs two – you know, at the same time," Ed suggested, stepping out of his shorts. He scratched his balls, his long ten-inch cunt-splitter wagging back and forth.
"Let's calm the bitch down first," Brad replied.
They were talking about her as if she were some piece of meat, a whore they had paid to satisfy their own perverse desires. Anna twisted again in the ropes, fearing for her safety as Brad gave her a final cunt-lick and slid off the workbench.
"What you got in mind?" Ed chuckled.
Brad inhaled deeply, sucking in his lower lip and biting down as he looked at the girl thoughtfully. "Remember that chick down in Encino? The one who liked…"
"Yeah, yeah." Ed said, his eyes narrowing. "Then you do it. Man, I gotta calm down, or I'm gonna shoot my stuff all, over the place."
The girl in Encino? What were they talking about? Anna jerked her head up again, ignoring the pulling agony of her bound arms.
Ed drew a pack of Benson and Hedges from a drawer, tapping it against his hand. Slipping one cigarette into his mouth he lit it, flinging the smoking match to the floor.
Anna could smell the acrid aroma hanging in the air, mixing with all the other foul smells in the garage. It was getting difficult to breathe. The mounting excitement had added degrees to the already sweltering temperatures inside. It was like making love in an oven!
"It's pretty fuckin' hot in there already," Ed commented, pulling the cigarette from between his lips and letting out a thin blue-gray stream of smoke.
The smoke drifted into her eyes, making her cough and turn her head away.
"She could be a lot hotter, man…" Brad smiled. Brad's comment made Anna's body chill.
She would put nothing past these men. As little as she knew them, the girl guessed they were capable of anything. And now Ed was standing by her side, drawing the cigarette from his mouth a second time and blowing the pungent smoke in her face again. Her eyes stung and burned! Her nostrils felt as if someone had poured acid in them!
"This'll make you less willin' to fight us," Ed said, lowering the cigarette down to her right thigh.
Anna saw what he was doing. She whimpered, tugging at the ropes, the muscles cramping in her legs and arms. She could feel the heat coming from the burning cigarette, feel the pinpoint of warmth just above her right knee.
Glancing up, Anna saw that horrible, obscene glitter in Ed's eyes. He was enjoying this, loving the way she was whimpering, fighting against the ropes hopelessly while that cigarette came closer to her flesh.
There was a moment's pause, a second when Anna thought he would take the horrible thing away. A warm ash fell from the cigarette, making her flesh quiver.
Ed smiled, that awful, crooked smile, then he took another draw from the cigarette before lowering it quickly to a spot just behind her knee.
It happened so suddenly that Anna didn't feel pain. Everything was so unreal, so nightmarish. And then came the realization, the horrible thought that she was being burned alive. She heard the sizzling sounds of the nearly invisible hairs on her legs being singed from the burning cigarette.
"Mmmfffff!"
Her forehead creased while beads of cold sweat broke out. A tremble shook her body as if someone had touched her with a live electric wire. There was a feeling of intense cold, then of numbness, and then finally of the heat searing her flesh.
Even through the filthy shorts Anna's screams of agony could be heard. Her bones rattled, feeling as if they would shatter from the intense pain.
Ed kept the cigarette there on her flesh for a moment, slowly drawing it around, around and down toward her pussy. He was careful not to really damage her flesh by lifting the burning cigarette at times to give her some respite from the pain.
Brad smiled. "Man, goin' for the cunt? Don't burn it out, man. We still gotta tap the damned thing."
Ed was humming, not paying attention to his brother as he watched the burning trail of his cigarette against Anna's reddening flesh.
The smell of singeing flesh filled her nostrils. Her flesh, hers! Whimpering, tears streaking her flushed cheeks, she pulled and twisted against the ropes until she was certain they were cutting through her flesh and drawing blood. This had to be some horrible dream, a terrible nightmare from which she would awaken in the safety of her bed. People didn't do these kind of things to other people. It couldn't be happening!
The agonizing, burning pain approaching her cunt told her it was all too real. Anna struggled against the gag, her tongue pushing against the dirty shorts as that cigarette approached her cuntlips. Where Brad had so deliciously and teasingly tongued her pussy, now his brother was going to burn it out!
"Unnfnnfnffffff!"
The ropes strained against Anna's knees as she tried to close her thighs. Grunts of agony slipped past the gag while more tears rolled from her eyes. Ed's humming became more sporadic as the red glowing cigarette neared his objective.
Anna prayed that God would strike down these men before they burned out her cunt.
They were going to scar her forever, destroy her pussy in the name of a few moments of pleasure.
"Ohhhhh yeahhhhhhh…" Brad gasped. At the last moment Ed moved the cigarette down, laughing softly as it hissed out in the combination of sweat, cuntjuice and saliva just below her pussy.
Anna sighed, her muscles unclenching. She fell back to the table, laughing hysterically through the gag while rubbing her ass over the workbench in relief. She had nearly lost control of her sphincter, had nearly soiled herself in that tearing fear of being sexually mutilated by that cigarette. All those stories about girls being tortured, their broken bodies being discovered weeks later by hikers, filled her mind as Ed had moved that cigarette up to her cunt. Now Anna hoped the torture had stopped. Perhaps they would even let her go.
Ed looked at the hard, black coal at the end of his cigarette and chuckled.
"Man, hottest little virgin I've seen around town," Brad said.
"Yeah, well, I'm gonna find out if she's cherry or not," Ed grunted, wedging himself between her bound thighs after having crawled back up on the table.
Anna felt his fingers twisting into her pussy. She jerked her thighs to the right then to the left, grunting through the spit-soaked gag as she felt Ed's finger scraping along the slick membranes of her pussy.
"I… uhh… I feel somethin' down here," he said, screwing up his eyes as he slipped his two fingers up to the second joint. Anna arched her back, her eyes cinched tight as she felt that obscene probing, then felt his fingernails pushing up against her cherry.
"Looks like she don't like havin' you fuckin' around with her cherry."
"You ever find a virgin who did… at the start?" Ed countered, flashing an amused look at his brother before going back to the work at hand.
Anna tucked her ass back as best she could, the ropes binding her ankles and knees preventing her from much movement. She was trapped, trapped in this horrible position. No one could help her! Again she cried through the gag, begging the men in her muffled cries not to break her cherry. But her whimpers only excited Ed and Brad.
Moving his hand in deeper, Ed told her to get ready for the popping.
"It's gonna hurt like hell, baby, but then it's probably gonna be the last pain you'll feel down there."
Anna fought with every bit of strength she had, pulling hysterically at the ropes, bouncing her ass on the workbench, tugging her arms so violently that she thought she felt something pop in her shoulders.
There was a moment of relaxation, and then Ed shoved down hard and firmly.
It was as if someone had driven a spear into her belly! Brilliant lights exploded in her head while a jagged knife of pain stabbed into her brain. Her legs trembled while her ass pranced wildly over the jagged splintery workbench. Never had she experienced something so agonizing in her life. Her very soul was seared by the stabbing pain.
And Ed still kept his fingers in there, twisting them around and around, making her sob through that awful gag.
"Uhhhh… man, she was tight… still is. She'd probably snap off our pricks right now. But… uhh… but gonna leave my fingers in for a while 'til her cunt loosens up."
Anna sagged against the bench, feeling so violated, so soiled by these two men! Her mother had told her only a husband should go this far. With that idea Anna had fantasized about some man, some shadowy figure, who would sweep her off her feet and carry her away to some hidden spot where they would consummate their passion.
But reality had stepped in – Ed and Brad Rudd, strapping her down, violating her, raping her in this terrible way!