"Greta!" Emily implored, but she realized that she could not count on her new friend as an ally now the man pulled Emily to her feet, dragged her out of the shower and tossed a towel at her.
"Wipe off," he said. "I'm going to get you wet all over again."
She flushed angrily, but she began to swab herself with the towel. She wasn't as self-conscious of her nudity now.
The man was very tall, sandy-haired, good looking in a lazy, almost casual way. His hair was moussed, and he had a stylish semi-shaven face. His heavy-lidded brown eyes ranged up and down Emily's bare body as she continued to towel herself. She glared at him. A sneer was his reply. She started to rub her wet hair with the towel, but he yanked on the handcuff, still attached to her wrist.
"Forget it bitch. I don't care if your hair's wet. C'mon, let's go where we can stretch out a little."
Emily let herself be guided out of the bathroom. She looked over her shoulder, saw that Greta was following, rubbing her own wet body with a towel as she walked. Greta was still smiling. Her eyes sparkled.
"Mmmmm, honey, you're learning fast. But you still have a couple more lessons. I think it's gonna be fun. Mmmm, I know it will be!"
Emily found herself in a large, almost empty room, which she presumed to be the living room of this apartment. She was sure it was an apartment, and not a house and it had a tantalizingly familiar look about it.
But she was sure she'd never been here before. In fact, from the lack of furnishings, she wondered if anyone had ever been here before.
The only furniture in the room was a ratty looking sofa, and Emily was slightly repulsed at the idea of actually sitting upon it. She didn't get the option. The man grabbed the cushions from it, tossed them onto the floor, and pointed at them.
"Sit," he said, and Emily dropped to her ass on the floor. She folded her arms modestly in front of her tits and her crotch, though it was far too late for that sort of modesty, she realized.
The man grinned down at her.
"My, aren't we prim and proper," he said. "I catch you with your tongue three feet up Greta's cunt, and now you want to keep me from sneaking a peek at your stiff-nippled tits, your juicy, pink-lipped cunt? Hands down, Emily! I want to see all of that body. Right now, bitch. On display! Lie down and spread 'em! I need to see pink shining between your legs. If it won't open by itself, then you reach down and split those pussy lips, cunt!"
"Okay," she said glumly, and she spread her legs wide apart, aiming her cunt at the man's eyes.
"I wanna see pink," he said. "All I see now is a fuzzy bun. Open it up. Yeah. Spread it wider. Show me your cunt."
He dropped to his knees at her feet.
"Up, ass!"
He shoved one of the sofa pillows under Emily's ass, propping it upward.
"Now let me see some more," he told her. Gulping, she spread her cunt with both hands, puffing on the flaps until they ached, her face livid with embarrassment. This was even more personally humiliating than the other things that had been happening to her since the abduction.
"Stick your fingers in it," the man commanded. "Two fingers, right in that hole. I wanna find out if it has teeth before I stick my cock inside. Move them in and out. Faster, bitch! Don't you even know how to jerk off your own Goddamn pussy?"
He grabbed her wrist, forced the fingers to slam in and out of her cunt.
"Aaagghhh!" Emily gagged. "It hurts!"
"The fuck it hurts!" The man grinned. "You love it, and you know it. Makes your pussy feel goooood to have those fingers sucking in and out, doesn't it? I can see 'em getting all wet and shiny. Your pussy's working overtime. Take the fingers out. I think it's safe to put mine in."
As she gingerly removed her fingers, he putt one hand an her pussy to spread her cunt lips and he pushed the tip of his middle finger into the exposed hole of Emily's open cunt.
"Oh!" she gasped as he buried his finger inside her and gave it a wicked, suggestive rotation that tickled around and around the interior of her cuntal sheath. His finger was long and rather thick, and he kept turning it in semi circular passes, this way and that, while he stared smugly at her face.
She bit her lip to keep from crying out, but she could feel her pussy getting wet inside, just as it had been doing from die start whenever one of her abductors began to do these awful things to her, and she could sense that her body was in danger of betraying her mind, one more time.
He began to thrust his finger in and out, pushing as deeply as he could go. Emily gasped and strained, her belly lifting and falling as he finger-fucked her.
"No, please!" she protested. "You shouldn't do that! This is all wrong!"
"Feels all right to me," he smirked, taking his finger out of her. He sniffed at it and rubbed it across her lips. She could smell the fragrant pussy juice that coated his flesh, and she knew where he'd gotten it.
When she didn't open her mouth, he just smiled, brought the finger to his own face, and licked at it leeringly. And then he stood up, unbuttoning his dark Hawaiian shirt.
Bare to the waist, showing off a broad, smooth chest golden with tan, he undid the drawstring of his pants and let them glide slowly down his long muscular thighs.
He turned, posing like a body-builder, but he wasn't a Mr. Universe type. His body was lean and lithe, though not skinny, and what he was modeling for her was the swollen lance of his erect cock.
"This is for you, Emily," he said, dropping to his knees between her spread legs.
He leaned forward, covering her body with his own, and she moaned in revulsion as she felt the tip of his cock fumbling at her pussy lips.
"No!" she cried, "please, not that!" They had used and abused her orally and digitally, but this was the first time any of them had attempted to stick a cock up her pussy. She sensed that her ordeal was about to move, into a new plane of degradation, for herself.
He reached down, caught his cock, and guided it to her cunt. She was still itchy and achy from the sucking she had received from Greta in the bathroom, and from the fingering the man had given her a few moments ago. She gasped and struggled as he fought to enter her, as she fought to resist him.
"No, damn you, you're not fucking me!" she blurted, but even as she spoke, she felt the bite of his cock sinking into her hole, and her eyes went enormously large as he rammed her forcefully with all he had.
"Sure feels like I'm fucking you, Emily!" He laughed, pushing deeply into her pussy with his big-knobbed prick. It hit bottom, and she moaned, her feet kicking high into the air.
"Stop ittttt!" she moaned. "Oh, stop ittttt!"
"Relax, baby doll," she heard Greta whisper just behind her head, and then warm, soft hands were all over Emily's shoulders, sliding down onto the trembling curves of her tits.
Emily moaned again as her tits were cupped in the grip of those warm soft hands, as her nipples throbbed into Greta's cuddling palms, as she felt Greta's body heat pressing against her from behind.
"Chaz just acts like a motherfucker," Greta purred. "If you give him half a chance, you'll find that he's a sweet hot fuck, just the kind to make your hot little cunt boil over. Mmmmm, baby, can you feel that knob of his throbbing all the way up your cunt? I bet that prick's all the way in you, isn't it? And the hot friction as he works in and out? Doesn't it make your clit bubble?"
"I hate it!" Emily whispered, writhing as the cock pushed into her pussy again and again. "I hate it and I hate all of you!"
But she didn't really think she did. Greta's hands were warm and caressing on her tits, and all the action her pussy had received so far was having a distinctly odd effect on Emily's body.
Normally she went dry as soon as a cock was brash enough to slip inside her body, making the fuck an excruciating experience for her partner as well as herself. But she wasn't dry now, even though this cock was ramming its eight inches into her cunt repeatedly. The more Chaz thrust, the wetter her cunt seemed to get, and the slippery sliding thrusts sent sparks of heat bubbling through her entire crotch.
Her ass was mounted on one of the sofa cushions, lifting her high, and his cock seemed to go very deeply-deeper than she could ever remember being fucked. Wherever his cock was hitting, inside her pussy sheath, it was having a strange, weird effect on her body. She grew hotter and hotter, and sweat oozed from the pores of her skin.
His hands caressed her legs, still up in the air as he worked his prick in and out. From time to time he turned and licked at her thighs, running a sandpapery tongue across the tingling nerve ends in her flesh. She squirmed when he did that, and when she squirmed, her body seemed to wiggle beneath his, and his cock thrust even deeper!
"Aaaahhh!" she moaned. He was fucking very slowly, just sliding his prick into her, and puffing it out, and then easing it home again with that same deliberate, almost maddening precision.
She could feel each separate millimeter of his cock's length entering her cunt, pushing up her pussy until his big hard cock-knob bumped the bottom of her cunt channel, and then she could feel him just as clearly as he eased out and reentered her pussy.
As his body came down upon hers for the home-stroke, his cock-base rubbed her clit and her belly did flip flops, while Greta continued to cuddle her tits and plant warm kisses on her face and hair.
Chaz folded her legs around him. She was too weak to resist. Snuggled in the fucking warmth of her body, he leaned forward and let his mouth join Greta's. He and Greta shared her lips, her tits. He licked the nipples while Greta pinched them up into firm, cherry-berry red erections.
The nipples seemed to get longer and harder and hotter with each nip of Greta's fingers, each lap of Chaz's tongue. He took a tit into his mouth and sucked it lasciviously, still working his prick in and out of her with almost agonizingly deliberate, provocative thrusts.
She could feel her pussy juices leaking out around his cock, and she knew that she was even wetter than she had been with Greta's mouth glued to her cunt. She was being fucked like an animal, like a sex slave, a toy.
"Goddamn YOU, both of you!" she murmured. "Oh, what are you doing to me?"
But her legs were flexing as they enfolded Chaz's body, and that hard hot cock of his kept sliding into her pussy. He fucked so slowly, but so precisely and so deeply.
Emily's tits were so sweaty that Greta could hardly hang onto them. Chaz continued to suck at the tits while Greta pinched the nipples up hard for him, but the berry-red peaks didn't need any finger assistance to stay hard, not now.
They throbbed and pulsated, and Emily almost swooned as she felt the sandy-haired man's drool flowing all over the sanctity of her very private tits.
Her head was tilted back, and Greta's mouth descended hotly upon Emily's. Chaz joined them, made it a three-way tongue duel.
But as the alien tongues played against her own, slid all over the sensitive, tingling edges of her lips, stole in and out of her mouth in fuck-like penetrations, she found that she didn't mind nearly as much as she could have. Her pussy hummed around Chaz's thrusting prick, and she squirmed against him as if she actually desired his rape-like fucking.
She reached up for Greta's hair, her fingers twining through the shower-wet blonde frizzy curls. Her other hand was around Chaz's neck as he licked her face, as he fucked her with his long hard prick.
"Me now," she heard Greta purr, "I want you to stick it in me, Chaz. I wanna feel that big sweet cock in my pussy, right fuckin' now!"
"No!" Emily husked, and the sound startled her. "No, don't stop! Keep on fucking me, Chaz!"
Chaz eased his prick out of Emily.
"No," she repeated, reaching down to grab it, to steer it back inside. He wiggled his ass, his cock slipping wetly out of her grasp.
He broke the clutching, possessive grip of Emily's thighs and he rose to his knees, his long hard cock sticking out from his body. Emily looked at it, panting, unconsciously licking her lips.
Greta crawled around Emily, leaning across the tall woman's prone body, taking hold of Chaz's cock.
"It looks delicious," she giggled. "Oh, Jesus, Emily, it feels like you pissed all over his rod! I think you're starting to dig fucking!"
Greta let go of the cock and leaned toward it, smiling like a Madonna. The long shaft protruded toward her face. She stuck out her tongue and started to flip the cock's end up and down, licking playfully as she brushed it.
She winked at Emily, and then she opened her mouth and lowered it over the tip of Chaz's prick, swallowing his cock to the balls in one unbelievably deft gulp. A gurgling sound came from her cock-stuffed throat, and she grinned around the prick that totally filled her. Her cheeks hollowed in, and she sucked, moaning a little as her face moved slowly back up the long cock.
She came up to the cock-knob itself, and she held it inside her mouth, still sucking, her head twisting from side to side as she nursed on the man's erection.
Greta moved her mouth back and forth over the end of Chaz's cock, sliding his prick in and out of her mouth in quick swallowing gulps that took his cock not nearly so deeply as the first ingestion. Her tongue was going crazy around the cock as she sucked it, sometimes emerging from her mouth to lick down past where her lips held the prick entrapped.
"Tastes soooooooo good!" Greta whispered between sucks. "A cock always tastes sweetest when it's coated with pussy juice. You wanna try, Emily? It's your juice."
Emily shook her head, but she was already sitting up. Her hand was in her lap. She was shocked to realize that she was caressing her pussy lips, her fingertip moving in and out of the fuck-itchy mouth of her cunt.
Her cuntal mouth seemed to twitch and gulp and suck at the end of her finger, just as Greta's mouth was sucking so invitingly at Chaz's cock. She moaned, her eyes narrowed with a little bit of shame, and she blushed too, but her finger moved deeper, into the hot wet center of her pussy, and she moaned again, feeling the heat of her aroused cunt and clit.
"C'mere and suck it," Greta whispered provocatively, working her mouth up and down the exterior of Chaz's swollen prick. "I bet you'll dig it. Dukey said you got super hot when he raped your mouth and shot his cum down your throat. But this time it's your choice. You only have to play if you want to. In fact, if you don't wanna do it, I'm gonna suck this big sweet cock all the way off, all by myself!"
Emily was on her knees now, still working a finger in and out of her twitching cunt. The underside of her finger rubbed raw against the stubby button of her clit, and she winced as the pain became too sweet, too delicious.
I can't do this, she told herself, but her other hand was reaching out, touching the stiff barrel of the man's cock, and Greta giggled, moving her face out of the way as Emily's moved in for the bite.
She pressed her mouth against the hot, thick shaft of the cock, feeling the heat, the pulsation of aroused blood flowing through the meat.
"Oh, God," she whispered, the saliva flowing like a river from her mouth. She bit down onto Chaz cock – not hard, but enough to show that she was interested. He groaned and his prick moved sideways through her open, half clutching mouth.
"Suck it," Greta purred, her fingers tickling along the hard prick, stimulating it, stimulating, too, the tingly lips of Emily's mouth.
Emily looked across the swollen cock at her female friend's flushed, excited face, and she knew that her own eyes were glittering sparkling just like Greta's.
"Suck that cock." Greta repeated. "I wanna see you eat it all!"
Emily gulped, taking hold of the base of Chaz's cock. She looked up at him. He was nodding gravely. Greta's hands were on Emily's head, stroking, caressing. The blowsy blonde leaned closer, her lips moving lightly up and down the other side of the cock Emily held.
Emily watched in fascination as Greta's red lips parted, the tongue showing all wet and excited, and then the end of the cock moved slowly, shallowly, into Greta's mouth. Her eyes sparkled as she worked the cock in and out, and she sucked, she licked, she nursed it with her lips and worshiped it with her tongue.
"Oh, give it to me!" Emily gasped, and she pulled Chaz's cock out of Greta's mouth, covering the end of the cock with her own hot wet mouth. She gulped as he thrust deeply into her mouth.
Her finger was still inside her pussy, and the lips were snapping like a turtle at the probing digit, erotic contractions flowing up and down the throbbing tube of Emily's cunt, the oozing juices almost squirting from her cunt as she fucked her finger in and out.
She sucked ravenously at the cock that filled her mouth. The hunger that almost consumed her body was a source of awe to Emily. She was doing things she had never thought she would willingly do, and she was loving them all.
His cock shoved deeper and deeper into her mouth, and she sucked like a wolf, eating all he could give her and begging him with her lips, her tongue, her gulping throat, to give her more.
She used only her mouth, controlling his penetration, adoring his cock. She worked her face up and down the swollen bulk of her captor's prick. Her fingers were busy in her own cunt, both hands down there now, one of them spreading her pussy wide open while she stabbed the fingers of her other hand in and out of her dripping, gulping cunt.
Her pussy was alive with excitement, her clit as big as a peach. She fucked furiously at the throbbing clit, and her fingers poked in and out with a burning, driving energy. As she sucked at the cock, fucking herself madly, she felt a strange presence in her pussy and she knew that Greta's fingers were inside her too.
"Yes!" she moaned around the cock that filled her mouth. "Oh, do it to me!"
Greta began to kiss Emily's face, her lips moving down to attack whatever portion of Chaz's cock was not deeply thrust into Emily's mouth.
"I need a taste," she husked, and Emily penned in frustration. "Please! Just a sip for me?"
Emily let go, and Greta sucked down on the cock, gulping it, inhaling it majestically. She swallowed all the way to the balls, and she held it for what seemed an eternity, her cheeks hollowed in, her eyes shut in an almost religious intensity of expression, and Emily moaned in deprivation.
"Give it back, you cunt!" she said, pushing Greta's head upward, thrusting her own face down onto Chaz's cock.
This time she was sucking for keeps. She knew he was going to come in her mouth. She could taste the orgasmic fever burning in his prick flesh, and she could taste the jism already leaking out of his overfilled prick. It lay oozily on her tongue, thick and tart and tangy, and she savored the flavor of him as she redoubled her siphoning suction on the throbbing barrel of the man's cock.
"Suck him, baby!" Greta encouraged. "Oh, it looks soooo good, I bet he's gonna fill you with this hot jism! Mmmmm, I wish I was getting it instead of you, but you need it more than I do, baby, so suck hard, yeah, mmmm, baby, get it all!"
And as she spoke, Greta was fucking the hell out of Emily's cunt.
Emily put all her effort into sucking Chaz off. She absorbed the heat, the flowing power, of his rigid, throat-fucking cock. She could no longer remember exactly what he looked like, but she would never forget the taste of his cock in her mouth.
Greta began to kiss Emily's face again, her finger jabbing pointedly into Emily's cunt, her thumb rubbing deliciously at Emily's clit. Emily felt herself chilling and heating, back and forth, until she felt as if she were going to pass out.
"Here it comes, baby," Chaz said throatily, straining the words out of his mouth as if each one hurt to speak.
He put his hands on Emily's bead and fucked his cock in and out of her sucking, hungry mouth, and she let him have his way. Her tongue whipped his cock as it moved, and she made gurgling, horny sounds of encouragement, the vibrations of her mouth adding fresh stimulation to the wet oral heat in which the cock was already swamped.
"Aaaahhhhh!" Emily gasped as her mouth began to fill with cum.
At almost the same moment, Greta's fingers hit the point of no return inside Emily's cunt. Her clit seemed to scream in unison with Emily's moaning wail, and Emily's body caught fire.
She was too preoccupied with her own climax, suddenly, even to think about the cock that was squirting her full of jizz, and the sticky creamy liquid oozed out of her mouth, flowed back down the shaft of Chaz cock even as he thrust back into Emily and gave her yet another blistering squirt across her flapping tongue. She gulped, but she was slobbering out as much as she was swallowing.
Greta took hold of the cock and jerked the last few spurts into Emily's mouth, while the captive simply moaned and trembled and climaxed, again and again. Cum ran down Emily's chin, spilling from her mouth. Greta giggled and licked it away, then stuffed the cum splattered prick into her own mouth and sucked until it was clean, from cock-head to balls.
"Oh, God!" Emily moaned, lying back, clutching at her trembling tits. "That was the most incredible, beautiful thing that has ever happened to me in my whole fucking life!"
"It was beautiful as shit," a gruff voice said, "but I can promise you that what's gonna happen to you next will scorch your pussy, Emily."
The woman sat up at the sound. It was Duke. She'd almost forgotten about him, but here he stood, his pants unzipped and his fat brutal cock sticking out of the fly, and Emily knew that he must have something absolutely terrible in store for her.
"Please," she said, chilling under the frank, lustful stare of his dark eyes, "oh, please, don't hurt me!"