Melanie rolled onto her back and stared up at two men. She assumed that the tall, bony one who had just arrived was Duke. She knew she was in a lot of trouble.
Charlie babbled out to his partner that she had come for the photo and she had learned Sam Christopher was involved.
"You work for Townsend, huh?" Duke guessed, staring down at the frightened girl.
"I'm not going to say anything!" she replied, bravely. "And you'd better let me leave!"
"Leave? Knowing as much as you do? Baby, you must think we're pretty dumb!" Duke added to the pudgy man beside him, "Call Sam and get him over here!"
Melanie knew she would have to move quickly to save herself, and since neither Duke nor Charlie was holding a gun at the moment, she thought she might get away with it. She tensed herself, then jumped from the bed and tried to run past Duke. He managed to catch her by an arm. Whipping her about, he sent her flying across the bed once again, this time her skirt rocking up. He saw that she was without panties.
"So them ladies pants on the living room floor belong to you, huh?" Duke said. He yelled at the man in the next room: "Charlie, did you screw this bitch?"
"Me? Naw, Duke!" the other man yelled back.
"Let's see," Duke said, gazing down at Melanie, his eyes like hot coals.
He rolled her onto her back and forcibly spread her legs. She kicked, but was unable to land a telling blow. Neither could she get up. She had to suffer the indignity of the awful man driving a middle finger up her slipper slit and spooning out a glob of sperm.
"The hell you didn't fuck her!" Duke roared at his partner. "God damn you, Charlie, you played right into her hands! No wonder she got the drop on you!"
"Please!" Melanie begged, sitting up, her eyes filled with fear. "Let me go! I won't say anything to anyone!"
"Lying slut!" Duke snarled, and slapped her across the face with his semen-smeared hand. Some of the gooey stuff was transferred to her burning cheek.
"Sam's gonna be here in a few minutes," Charlie reported as he re-entered the bedroom.
"Go and get the girl's pants," Duke told him.
"What for? You gonna let her go?"
"No, you stupid asshole! We're gonna tie her up, and I need something to stuff in her mouth."
Melanie's terror increased as Charlie fetched her underpants. It looked as if she was not going to be able to escape, and she didn't see how Sam could possibly let her live, knowing what she did about him. If he was capable of blackmailing the man he worked for, he probably was capable of murder to protect himself, she reasoned.
Charlie brought her blue panties, handing them to Duke. He held them up, stretching them out to look at them, then gave a chuckle and leaned over Melanie.
"Open your mouth, babe!" he ordered.
Hopelessly she complied, and Duke shoved the panties between her lips and into her mouth. He yanked her blouse out from under the waistband of her skirt and hauled it up around her armpits. Turning her onto her side, he unhooked her brassiere. The shoulder ribbons of the gannet were caught underneath her blouse, but Duke solved that problem by giving the bra a yank. The straps bit painfully into Melanie's shoulders, then popped, and he whipped the torn bra away from her, making her titties dance.
"Heyyy, she's got cute jugs!" Charlie said.
"Never mind, them! Start taking off her stockings. We'll use them to tie her arms and legs."
The bra was tied about Melanie's head to hold the panty-gag in place as she felt Charlie's fingers fumble with her garters… brushing her nylons down her legs. When the stockings had been stripped off, she was flopped onto her belly.
"You tie her wrists while I get her ankles," Duke said to Charlie.
It was with a growing sense of despair that Melanie submitted to the bondage. Adding insult to injury, her bare bottom was exposed. Her tits were bare, also, though they were pressed, at the moment, against the bed.
When the men had done their work, and she was completely bound and gagged, they straightened up.
"Sam better hurry up and get here!" Duke said. "He's gotta tell us what to do with this cunt."
"I'd like to do something with her right now!" Charlie remarked, gazing at her beautiful bare ass.
"Again?" Duke snorted. "You greedy bastard! I haven't had her at all, and I'm not going to. It's too dangerous. If you hadn't let her in here we wouldn't have this problem of what to do with her."
"Well, she said she was taking a door-to-door survey," the other man replied. "How was I to know?"
"Shit."
They sat down, and Duke lit a cigarette. Though Melanie couldn't roll over, she could turn her head to watch them. She also had a view of the doorway and could see when Sam arrived.
The minutes dragged.
She wondered if Linc would send someone after her when she didn't return. That was her only hope. It would be simple for him to call the police, and they would rescue her. But that would mean giving up his chance to become governor, after the whole sordid scandal came out. Would he do that?
Melanie wanted to believe he wasn't entirely self-seeking and had a decent concern for others. But she was by no means certain of it. Now her life perhaps depended on him.
Finally she heard the outer door of the apartment open, and the hoods went into the living room to greet the new arrival. She recognized Sam's voice.
His bulky, gray-haired form appeared in the bedroom doorway, and he gave a whistle. "It's the Townsend kid's teacher!" he said with surprise. "What the fuck!"
He stood next to the bed and stared down at her symmetrical, soft bottom.
"What are we gonna do with her?" Duke said.
"I have to think about it," Sam said, "but one thing's for damn sure. I can't let her go back to Linc and tell him I'm the guy who shook him down."
"Well, we can't keep her here!" Duke objected. "That's too risky."
"We can't keep her anywhere, I'm afraid," Sam said with a sigh. "You guys are gonna have to eliminate her."
"Aaw shit, Sam!" Charlie spoke up. "We don't wanta do that!"
"You're professionals, aren't you?" Sam retorted. "The guy I know who recommended you said you'd do anything that was necessary."
"We will," Duke assured him. "We ain't let you down so far, have we?"
"Such a waste… " Sam murmured, and felt Melanie's supple, satiny ass.
Terrified though she was, a hot charge went through her and she jumped, causing her buttocks to quiver.
Sam bent and kissed one of them. The feel of his moist lips browsing on that sensitive portion of her anatomy caused her to heat up even more.
My God-what IS it with me? she wondered. I'm facing death, and I still respond.
Perhaps she wasn't able really to come to grips with the prospect of being killed. Perhaps she didn't believe Linc would let it happen. Someone would come to rescue her…
Sam licked along the crack of her buttocks as the other men watched. Then he straightened up. It was apparent to everyone in the room that he had a hard-on.
He began to take off his clothes.
"You ain't gonna… " Duke began, then apparently thought better of it and. shut up.
"What's the difference?" Sam said. "She won't live to tell anyone."
They ARE going to kill me! she thought again. Still, she couldn't make herself feel that it was true.
Through wide eyes, she watched Sam divest himself of his jacket, tie, shirt, and trousers. The tent which his pants had presented was even more impressively portrayed by his boxer shorts. When he whipped his shorts down, the tent pole stood naked-and it wasn't bad for a man of his 50-odd years, Melanie thought.
But he's going to use it on ME! she realized, feeling she ought to be resentful.
On the other hand, what did it matter if she was doing to be killed, anyway!
But she wouldn't be killed! No, it wouldn't happen! Someone would save her!
That was the hope she clung to as Sam prepared to take her. He untied the stocking from her ankles.
"Have you got some VaseLinc?" he asked the other men.
"What the fuck would we have VaseLinc for?" Duke retorted.
"How about butter? Got any in the kitchen?"
"I don't think so," Duke said. "But there's some margarine."
"Get it."
Melanie wondered what Sam needed VaseLinc or margarine for. Did he think she was so tight or dry that he wouldn't be able to get his cock into her vagina? With Charlie's cum inside her, she was very slippery.
Duke brought the margarine in a small serving tub and Sam opened it. Melanie watched curiously. The longer that Sam took to fool around, the better the chance that she would be rescued!
He knelt on the bed and grasped her thighs, pushing them forward so that her hips were propped up. Her chest remained against the bed and her wrists were still bound at her back. When Sam spread her knees apart, her buttocks opened, and she shamefully realized that he-and the other men, as well-could see her anus.
"My God!" Sam breathed, gazing at her pink, puckered dimple. "She has a tight ass!"
"Never been fucked, I'll bet-huh?" Duke commented, leaning down to inspect it.
"That's right-she's an anal virgin," Sam said, and dug his middle finger into the margarine.
It suddenly dawned on Melanie that the awful man didn't intend merely to screw her in the pussy from behind, as Linc had done last night, but he was planning to ram his vicious prick up her asshole!
She tried to slither away, but Sam cried to the other men, "Hold her!"
One knelt at either side and kept her thighs propped up, her knees parted. Behind her, Sam lustfully eyed the drawn-in, tight aperture between her buttocks, and he directed his margarine-coated finger toward it.
Melanie jumped as she felt him slap a glob of cold margarine against her tingly anus. His finger pressed the gooey substance in, circling and massaging. Finally the finger itself popped in through her narrow, lubricated sphincter, and Melanie experienced for the first time the odd sensation of having a foreign object glide up her ass.
Strange though it was, it didn't feel too bad. In fact, the finger in her slippery anus tickled rather nicely. It aroused nerve endings which had never been stimulated before by anything except shitting.
It was such a humiliation, however, to be forced to kneel on the bed with her bottom up and her chest down and have all three men watch while one stuck his finger up her rear!
And he didn't merely stick it up and pull it out again, either. Instead, he stroked his finger in her asshole and circled it, loosening her anal opening as he spread the margarine all around inside. His finger plunged deeper and deeper into her previously ungoosed anus until she had two joints… then three! She could feel Sam's fist pressing the sensitive inner slopes of her buttocks and his finger sticking way up inside her rectum!
She became more and more afraid. She moaned against the soggy panties that stuffed her mouth.
Sam lasciviously frigged her defenseless asshole with long slippery strokes of his middle finger while the other men watched, their cocks rising. Sam's middle-aged penis stood impressively high and twitched. It was short but thick and, as Melanie fearfully eyed it over her shoulder, she realized it would stretch her delicate anal mouth much wider than his finger was now doing.
Finally he pulled his finger from her butt hole with a lurid pop. He moved up.
Melanie held her breath, her heart pounding. The other men tensely watched.
Sam introduced his bulging cockhead between the girl's satiny buttocks, nestled it just right against, her grease-smeared anus, then pushed…
It felt to Melanie as if her rear end were being opened by a battering ram as her asshole was forced to spread. Wide. Wider. Wider yet.
She moaned miserably, and tears came to her eyes. Her anus was being stretched to the point where it pained her. Suddenly it was allowed to contract just a little, and the fullness that she felt told her that the man's cockhead was lodged in her ass, her pink sphincter ringing the straight part of his pole.
Sam watched it as he held her buttocks open. The other men looked, also. They rubbed themselves through their trousers as Sam's cock sank deeper and deeper into the defenseless butt of the pretty young woman. Her asshole was stretched fantastically around his thick shaft!
Melanie didn't have to see it to realize what a massive penetration was taking place. Her anus felt all stretched out of shape, and it burned terribly. Her rectum felt monstrously plugged.
Still, Sam bored deeper into her girlish bottom until the entire length of his hard-throbbing cock was sticking up her asshole. She felt brutally impaled.
Sam began to stroke, and the sensation got even worse as his thick piston pumped in and out, in and out, through her tightly clasping, slippery asshole.
Worse? Yes! It was awful!
And yet…
Even though the pumping penetration of his prick in her anus burned as if it were a red-hot log, her anal nerves reported pleasure through the pain. What,a stimulation it was to feel his erection, thicker and harder than any turd, glide out, then back IN, In and out, in and out… it was fantastic!
"Abbbhhgh!" she cried against her gag as tears streamed down her cheeks.
Her buttocks began to bob quiveringly. Her loose garters flapped. Sam gripped her hips and fucked her virgin ass harder.
The men who knelt at either side of her on the bed freed their stiff peckers from their pants and began to pump them. Twisting salaciously-and still in pain!-Melanie took tear-filled looks at both men. Duke's cock was monstrous-as long as Linc's or even longer! She was grateful at least that hr wasn't the one who was screwing her behind.
But what if he decided to do it after Sam was through?
The thought terrified her, and she lunged her head in the direction of Duke's cock, thinking that if she could just suck him off he wouldn't be able to violate her rear. She couldn't reach his prick, but she gave him the idea of what she wanted.
He snuggled up to her on his side, his erection parallel with the bed and just above it. Still Melanie had a problem-the panties were still in her mouth.
Duke solved that while Sam kept relentlessly pumping his thick cock in and out of her clasping, rippling anus. The bra was no sooner jerked away from her head and the wet panties pulled out of her mouth than she took Duke's prick in. It felt more comfortable than her wadded panties had. It even tasted better!
Melanie moaned as she sucked cock and got her ass fucked at the same time.
Only Charlie was left out of the action. But he'd had his time with her already. He was happy just to watch and stroke his leathery, moist foreskin up and down across the ridge of his purplish glans.
Melanie got hotter and hotter. She champed suckingly on Duke's long dick, taking more and more of it into her mouth and throat. She bumped and wriggled her hips, working her prick-impaled asshole around Sam's fucking thrusts.
At the other side of her, Charlie vigorously stroked his cock as it quivered and twitched, the bulbous head swelling until it appeared fit to burst.
Suddenly all three men came, Sam spurting his spunk into her shit chamber… Duke drowning her tonsils with gush after gush of his thick, musky cream… and Charlie arcing jets of milky sperm over her body to splatter down on her blonde hair and bare shoulders.
"All right, you guys!" a young voice suddenly shouted from the door. "leave Miss Jones alone!"
Sam pulled his prick from her anus and whirled around. Duke rose to his knees, feeling for the opening of his jacket. But he thought better of reaching for his weapon, because the lad in the doorway was holding the gun which Duke earlier had knocked onto the floor… and he looked as if he might use it! Charlie just stared.
"Scotty-ooh, you darling!" Melanie cried. "Thank you for rescuing me!"
If it hadn't been for the bond which still encircled her wrists, the lad might have been confused as to whether she was being held prisoner or if she voluntarily had submitted to the sexual onslaught of the men.
"Untie her!" he yelled at Duke, and the hood quickly complied.
Melanie climbed gingerly from the bed, her asshole still smarting and feeling as it if had been stretched a mile. But Scotty's sudden appearance had made everything much better. She knew she would be all right.
She hurried to the boy's side. Her skirt had dropped to conceal her lower region, and she quickly pulled her blouse down over her tits.
"Wait!" she exclaimed, as they were about to leave. "The picture!"
She carefully stepped back toward the bed, and Charlie handed her the photo. Then she backed up next to Scotty.
"You leave first," he told her. "Phil's waiting in the car outside. I'll call the cops and turn these guys in."
"No!" Melanie said. "That will just cause your father more trouble. We've got the picture back. That's what matters."
"But these dirty bastards ought to be punished!" Scotty declared.
"Punished?" Melanie mused aloud.
If it hadn't been for the sudden, almost uncontrollable urge to defecate which had come over her after Sam had pulled his penis out of her rear, she would never have thought of the particularly nasty punishment which now sprang to her mind.
"Have them all stretch out on their backs," she told Scotty.
"You heard her!" the 15-year-old barked, suddenly very confident.
The men stretched out on the bed.
"Now open your mouths!" Melanie demanded as she approached, a wicked glint in her eyes.
The men opened their mouths.
The pretty blonde climbed up onto the bed, raised her skirt, and squatted over Sam first. While Scotty watched, and the men stared up in helpless horror, she shitted on first one of them and then another, until she had covered the sputtering faces of all three with her soft, smelly feces, getting it all over their noses and into their mouths.
She jumped from the bed, picked up Sam's expensive silk shirt, and wiped her ass on it. Then she and Scotty ran from the room, leaving the three men vomiting over each other. Justice, she felt, had been served.