About an hour before Alice Murphy choked out her daughter's name, Sandy had been a quivering, quietly moaning girl on the couch in Vicki Rolf's basement playroom. Time was meaningless and blurred to her, merging with the cocks of Tommy Edgars and Joe Arrow, which had continually assaulted her hapless, drug-crazed young body. She was beyond emotion, her tender loins jerking spasmodically as her muscles twitched from the wild, electric-like orgasms she'd received.
The two boys and the naked young girl, Vicki, stood over her writhing form, grinning lewdly down at her. She stared back up at them through dulled, sex-fogged eyes, her legs sprawled wide out to the sides, displaying obscenely all of her pink, gently palpitating vagina. Their voices were indistinct and dim in her buzzing ears, for she was no longer a little, innocent teenage girl but a passionate mass of sexually satiated and drugged female flesh, unable to think or breathe.
"Have we time to take her on again?" Joe was asking excitedly. Even though he'd already cum many times in her and his girl friend Vicki, the very prurience of this virginal-looking Sandy enticed his cock to harden with renewed interest.
"No, we've got to get over to the coach's house," Tommy said, and then he grinned with unstated lust at his friend. "What the hell, you can fuck her again any way you want to when we get over there."
"Sure," Vicki added excitedly. "What the hell, the more the merrier. Come on, let's get the hot little bitch dressed so we can go!"
Her limbs too weak and weary to be able to perform for herself, Sandy allowed the others to lift her up from the couch and dress her. Then exhaustedly, she hung between Tommy and Joe as they helped her to the four-door sedan that belonged to Joe and which he'd driven to Vicki's that morning. She tottered as they opened the back door and almost fell inside, lowering herself to the soft seat and unconsciously allowing herself to be snuggled in the arms of her boyfriend, Tommy Edgars, as he climbed in beside her.
As Joe drove back through town and to her house, Sandy found that some of her passion-fevered mind had cleared in the wake of her sexual ecstasy. Shame and revulsion inundated her, causing tears to blur and darken her guiltily swollen eyes and dribble down her cheeks. Well, she'd finally been fucked, and fucked well. No longer could she claim to belong to the select few known as virgins. No longer would she have to worry about bringing an innocent body to her marriage bed for the sacrifice to her husband. Who would want her now? No decent boy, not after what she'd allowed to be done to her. Oh God, she didn't want to think about it… maybe later, when she was safely away from Tommy and the other scheming young couple, Joe and Vicki…
Edgars pressed closer and put his arm tightly around her sobbing waist, and through her still partially fogged eyes, the self-loathing girl saw that he was smiling in lewd triumph. "You were great, baby," he complimented. "Now don't be all morbid and sulky about it – a good fucking never hurt any girl, and you've got to admit, you really turned on something fierce. Just like I said you would, once you got a taste of cock. Rest awhile," he continued, his hand fondling her trembling leg. "Rest until we get over to where you live. I think you'll get a real surprise at what's waiting for you."
The handsome youth's chuckle was almost obscene, and Sandy shuddered at the lurid thought of what the "surprise" might be – but she never considered even in the most dark, forbidden recesses of her mind what she was speeding toward in crushed obeisance…
At first she thought that they were going to stop at her house, and her initial reaction was one of relief. Maybe there wasn't going to be a "surprise", or if there was, it was to let her free. Oh God, she hoped so! But then she felt a twinge of fear as she thought of what her mother would say if she saw her like this.
Sandy knew that she couldn't ever explain what had really happened to her, how she had been deceived and led on with alcohol and drugs until she'd gone too far and finally her own body had betrayed her.
Mother would never understand, and she finally decided that if she was let out, she wouldn't go inside her house but would run away. Even if somehow she kept it a secret, she could never be able to curl up in her mother's lap with girlish innocence again without thoughts of this horrible day, and she knew she couldn't face her home and the love that it represented. She was too soiled, too ruined… While time might dim the memory, it would never erase it.
Instead, they stopped the car next door at Richard Hink's residence. Puzzled, she let Tommy help her out of the car.
"What… What are we doing here?"
"You'll see…" he chuckled with a secret sounding lewdness.
"I don't understand, Tommy. Why are we going to visit Coach Hink?"
"Patience, baby. Walk right in and in a minute you'll find out."
Joe opened the front door without knocking as if he owned the house and closed it behind them softly. Tommy gripped Sandy's arm in a tight, harsh hold as she faltered, directing her into the living room. Her heart was skipping beats, and she felt a clammy iciness crawling along the saddle of her back. She frowned as she looked around the empty room, perplexed and filled with an indefinable dread.
"Tommy, I don't think…"
"Shut up, baby," he warned her in a rasping low voice. "Have you found them, Joe?" he said to his friend.
"Yeah," came the excited reply. "They're on the coffee table, just where the coach said he'd leave them. And brother, they're hot stuff all right."
"Show them to little Miss Purity here," Vicki said, a strange, leering grin twisting her otherwise pretty face. Joe thrust the packet into Sandy's hands, and she looked first at them, and then up at Tommy with puzzlement.
"Go on, open it," he hissed at her menacingly.
Sandy opened the packet and slid out the series of color snapshots with trembling fingers, almost as though she knew what they were of. But then she saw them – and she was suddenly stunned immobile! They were all of her, nakedly squirming and twisting beneath the two boys at Vicki's house!
In horror, she shuffled through them. She was plainly visible in each of the photographs, her face contorted in passion, as Tommy and Joe seemed to take turns to see who could heap the greatest indignity upon her helpless, naked young body. They were turning her every which way, and she seemed to be pleading for more of what she was receiving.
Sandy groaned and fell back, her arm over her eyes as she tried to blot out the reminders of her incredibly lewd actions. From deep in her subconscious, she was able to now recall the bright arc-white lights going off and the strange clicks in the background. Her passion-crazed mind hadn't related them to a Polaroid flash camera at the time, but now it was unmistakably clear that that's what it must have been! And then she remembered hearing Richard Hink's throbbing hoarse voice excitedly urging them on into more lewd, lurid poses! He must have been the one who had taken them!
She wanted to be sick but vented her despair on the pictures instead, frenziedly tearing them up until they were only tiny little pieces, and for a moment she felt a small amount of relief.
"Save your strength, baby," Tommy chuckled lewdly, shattering her modicum of peace. "Coach Hink has got lots more, safely hidden away where you can't get at them."
"No!" she gasped. It dawned on her then that the high school coach she had mistakenly trusted was the one behind all of this. Her seduction had been a carefully planned plot, and the pictures were proof of it. But… why?
Suddenly, there was a long, low moan from the direction of the bedrooms, followed by a harsh male laugh. There was another groan that had an unearthly pleading tone to it as though something was being hurt. Sandy sucked in her breath, paling from the weird sound.
"Fuck back, Alice, baby! Fuck back harder!"
"Ohhhh!" came a responding thin wail.
It was her mother! Stunned, Sandy staggered back against Tommy for support. "My-my mother's in there with Mr. Hink!"
"Sure sounds that way," the boy commented.
"But-but he's hurting her! We've got to stop him! We've got to call the police!" she cried out, clutching at the sleeve of his shirt, pleading hysterically up into his grinning, merciless face.
Then: "Aahhhhhh! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me in the ass!"
"I'd say your mother doesn't want any cops right now, baby," Tommy said with a sly grin. "Sounds more like she's enjoying herself."
"But… she couldn't be do – doing it with Mr. Hink!"
"You can never tell," Joe snickered. "Let's slide up to the door and have a look-see, just to make sure."
"But…" The lovely girl pressed back, unwilling to step nearer the tormented, desperately pleading voice of her mother.
"Before you go running to the cops, we better look first. Time enough to get them later if you still want to." Tom urged her forward with his steel-taloned grip on her arm, and his cock was beginning to pulse with the expectant orgy he was thinking was just ahead.
Sandy took a fevered breath and held onto Tom all the more tightly as the four of them crept silently down the hall to the bedroom.
Her whole body tensed as Vicki slowly turned the brass knob and the door fell open. She peered in – and then the young teenager sucked in her horrified breath!
It was her mother! She was kneeling nakedly on the bed, her backside raised high, and Richard Hink was fucking her from behind! He had her face pinned to the covers, and Sandy could see from the open doorway that his huge hard penis was insinuated tightly against the wide-open crevice between the whitely perspiring buttocks of the struggling woman!
Sandy was frozen with shock. She almost let out a scream, but it was choked back as Tommy quickly placed his hand over her mouth. She could only stare uncontrollably and bite down on the back of his hand to keep from losing consciousness. She started to shake violently, helplessly unable to regain her composure. She knew that even if Tommy let her go, she would not be able to make the slightest move to save her mother, and she watched thunderstruck, her eyes glued to the brutal, lewd spectacle in front of her.
Her mother was churning her ravished but more-than-willing naked body back against the man. The bed was pointed directly at the door so that she could see Hink's thick hard penis disappearing and reappearing with each cruel thrust and withdrawal he made in her tightly stretched little anus. Sandy could see the muscles standing out on her inner thighs as she struggled like a crazed nymphomaniac to get more of him deeper into her rectum. His hands were cupping her naked white buttocks with a savage strength that cut red bloodless lines into the flaccid, giving flesh. He squeezed the large rounded moons together, forcing the crevice of her ass closer around the thickness of his rigid penis. Sandy strained her eyes and could see the thin, ragged edges of her mother's pink anal muscle clasping tightly around it, and below, the thinly parted pubic hairs grazing teasingly against the bloated, sperm-filled sac of testicles which pounded against her ragged pink cunt like well-oiled pendulums.
She waited for her mother to scream in protest or to fight back against the horrible obscene rape she was being subjected to – but none came!
Instead her legs quivered on either side of Hink's lunging loins, and she arched her white, hollowing buttocks back against him, her ass flowered wide open in welcome acceptance. It swallowed the whole of his plunging cock with each greedy forward surge, and small, piteous pleas of passionate supplication were rolling from her lips, mingling with the lewd and horrible obscenities that were bursting from the man's lust-contorted mouth. Sandy stood and listened in abject horror to the mewling cries of her mother as she undulated and bucked against the high school football coach like a common street slut, grunting and moaning beneath her wildly pumping attacker as though the world had suddenly ended.
"Tommy! For God's sake, make him stop!" Sandy whispered pleadingly through his hand.
"Please, please, make him stop!"
"Are you crazy?" he hissed excitedly back at her. "Take a good look at her, will you? She's loving it! Man, is she a fine, tight piece of ass!"
"Noooo!" she screamed in muffled horror, hearing his wildly panting words in her ear. "She's my mother! She's my mother!"
"Yeah, and she's earning back your pictures, baby," Tommy suddenly said with a lewd cynicism. "She's paying the price for all the fun you had with us today."
"She's…!"
As the full impact of what Tom had told her registered in her mind, she realized that her mother was at the mercy of a hopelessly sick degenerate. What terrible things he was blackmailing her to do for the return of those pictures! My God, she thought, what could be enough for a man like that? If she could only turn back the clock of time; if there was only someplace she could run to and escape! But there was no way out and no way of turning back – she had created this horrible situation by her moment of weakness, and it wasn't fair that her mother was the one having to submit to this crazed man's sexual depravities.
And she knew as she stared around in wide-eyed hopeless terror at the carnally incited faces of the other three teenagers, that she still had her own price to pay…
Before her thoughts could go any further, she was wrenched back to the sight of the bed by a soul-wrenching moan from her mother. The demented blackmailer was going wild now with passion and sadistic delight at the same time. He twisted and turned her body beneath him like a limp rag doll as he fucked into her with ever increasing speed and vigor, smashing the softness of her naked and open body down hard into the covering of the bed until Sandy thought he would drive her face completely through it. His hands pinched and pulled at her hotly writhing buttocks as she twisted and squirmed in front of him. His face above her was contorted into a wild mask of sadistic lust as his cock battered into her machine-gun-like, expanding and growing to ever horrifying proportions before the bulging eyes of the cringing young daughter. Sandy held her breath and gasped as she watched the tiny folds of pink flesh of the tiny squirming anus withdrawing and sinking wetly back inside again with each brutal thrust of the rigid column of pistoning, glistening flesh. And then her heart seemed to stop as she heard a low, animal-like groan suddenly erupt from deep in the throat of the pumping Richard Hink, and his long thick pole of flesh skewering madly into her helpless mother began throbbing out its hot lewd liquid deep inside her quivering rectum.
She could see it jerking forward and tunneling its way as deep inside the moaning and pleading woman as it could go to hose its obscene sperm deep, deep up inside her backsides. She could see the obscene white liquid of his pent-up emotions bubbling up and overflowing out around his tightly sheathed cock and down the wide-splayed thighs and legs.
Her buttocks jerked back in the air on either side of his bucking loins, and then she fell limply to the bed, Hink crushingly falling on top of her. It was over, and there was no more reason for Sandy to try and stop them. It had been done and nothing could take it back. Her exhausted mother lay collapsed while he soaked his slowly deflating penis in the liquid depths of her unresisting rectum that he had filled completely with his heated male semen a moment before. Even after he rolled from her, she lay with her legs wide apart and the raw, pink crevice between her thighs open and her body naked to the eyes of all surrounding her in the dim light of the room. It was as if she was dead.
There was a groan from Alice.
The naked ivory body moved and seemed to come back to life. She raised up from the bed slightly and turned to look around – and then her mouth contorted with horror, and tears suddenly streamed down her face in utter disbelief. She tried to speak but could only manage a piteous mewl.
"Sandy!"
Alice stared at her daughter; her eyes traveling over her rumpled jersey and stained mini-skirt.
"Mo… Mo…" It was all Sandy was able to gasp in a stumbling unintelligibility, her jaw working up and down soundlessly as she locked her tear-streaked, puffed eyes on her mother's tormented face and abused body.
Alice, bitterly grieving at this shattering confrontation, somehow managed to gasp out around her constricted dry throat, "Oh, my darling! Wh-what are you doing here?"
It snapped then, all the misery and torment inside the mercilessly broken little girl's mind. Hysterically, she turned and struggled in Tommy Edgars' grip, biting the boy's hand as hard as she could. His howl of pain was only dim in her ears as her brain pounded with the insane, single desire to run… run… Joe clutched at her, but she twisted from his lunge and raced down the hall, her breasts jiggling wildly and her lungs threatening to burst from her fear and exertion.
"Don't let her get away!" she heard the naked Richard Hink yell behind her, and then she was at the door, charging out into the merciful darkness of early night. It was a wild flight, her mind unable to take one more instant of the horribly lewd scene she'd witnessed without sending her incurably insane, and irrationally, her only thought was to run home… home and sanctuary… Her breath came in short gasps and her legs felt as of rubber as she crossed the short lawn between the houses, not even pausing as one of her shoes fell off and caused her to stumble.
"Goddamn, she's a fast little bitch," Tommy panted at the open front door. He stood there, Joe and Vicki gathered around him, watching as she dashed away from them.
Richard Hink was in the hallway, naked and with his hands on his broad, muscular hips. "For Christ's sakes," he bellowed angrily. "Couldn't the three of you catch her? What do you expect me to do? Run out there like this, my cock and balls flapping in the breeze?"
"She caught us off-guard, Coach," Tommy said, turning to him. "Don't get in a sweat, though. She's just dogging for her own house."
"We-eellll," Hink said, a small thin smile of greed twisting his lips. "That's different."
"What are we going to do?" Vicki asked.
Hink rubbed his hands together. "Why, move the party over there, that's all. A slight change of location shouldn't change matters much, and that marijuana hasn't worn off completely yet. When she calms down a bit, it'll start working on her just as hot as before, believe me."
"Yeah, yeah," Joe Arrow agreed, nodding his head eagerly.
"So let's get her mother ready for traveling, boys. The night's just begun!" Chuckling with lewd anticipation, Hink walked back into the bedroom to where Alice Murphy still cowered dejectedly on the bed.