Doris was still washing out her mouth, trying to get rid of the taste of jism, when Jerry knocked on the bathroom door.
"Hey, Doris," he shouted. "Get your ass in here. The Congressman wants to have a word with you! Right now!" Jerry's voice conveyed a sense of dire urgency, and Doris definitely didn't want to keep a Congressman waiting. So she hurried up and dressed and stepped through the door, into the room where Jerry had face-fucked her only moments before.
A husky, dark man with a fine suntan sat, crosslegged, in the shadows. He was well-dressed, wearing an expensive pin-striped suit. At his side was a large leather satchel. He smoked a big cigar and tapped one foot on the floor impatiently. Doris couldn't see him very clearly, for the shadows in the corner blotted out his features.
"Step forward, Doris," the Congressman said coolly. "Let's have a look at you."
Doris shuddered at the sound of the man's yoke. She swore that she had heard that voice before, but she was not certain where or when. Timidly, she stepped forward with mincing steps.
Casually, the Congressman lifted a hand and removed his sunglasses. "Come closer and take a good look at me, Doris. I'm sure you'll remember me. It was a most extraordinary meeting, as you will doubtless recall."
Doris moved a step closer and looked the Congressman over carefully. He had dark, coarse, wiry hair, parted on one side of his head. His eyebrows were thick and bushy. She noticed that one of his bottom teeth was slightly chipped at the top. She was startled to see that he had a brown circular birthmark at his hairline, about the size of a dime.
"Oh, no!" she gasped, her heart racing a mile a minute. "It… it can't be!" He was the man who had attacked her in Central Park! She was certain that he meant her harm. This was no chance meeting, she realized. The Central Park marauder who had forced her to suck his cock had called her there for a specific purpose. Her mind raced as she now comprehended all of the vague references that Jerry had made about her having been face-fucked before, about how the only virgin hole in her body was her asshole. It dawned on her all at once. The brutal man named Jerry was employed by the Central Park rapist – Congressman Barth.
"So, you recognize me." Congressman Barth sat calmly, displaying not a hint of shame or remorse.
"No! No!" she hastened to reply. She felt that it was best to lie. Perhaps if she pretended not to recognize the man, he would let her go. There was no telling what he might do if he was certain that she could identity him.
"You're lying, you bitch!" he hissed, standing up quickly and grabbing her by her arms. She trembled and tried to pull away, but he held her tightly. "You know me and you know me well. Who am I? Answer me!"
"You-you're the man in the park," she blurted. "You're the evil man who attacked me and made me suck his cock! I hate you! You're a perverted bastard!"
She hardly managed to get the words out of her mouth before he smacked her, knocking her to the floor. "You bitch! You reported me to the police. Because of you, my career is in jeopardy. I was arrested tonight. They caught me running from the park. I fit the description that you gave to the police. They didn't book me because I am a rich and powerful man in this State. They knew damn well that I'd have their asses in a sling if they crossed me. But, if you identify me and testify against me, my life is ruined. I cannot allow that." His eyes gleamed with anger and disgust. "No, I simply cannot have a fucking teen-ager destroying me."
"I won't identify you! Honest I won't testify against you either. Mr. Barth! Please, believe me!"
"Tie the bitch up, Jerry," Congressman Barth commanded. "I'm going to place the fear of God in her."
"Noooo!" Doris yelped. "Please, trust me! I won't do anything to harm you! I beg of you! Let me go!"
Jerry slapped her face and dragged the weeping girl to the corner of the room. He tied her wrists tightly with rope and spread-eagled her, face up. The ropes were attached to the legs of the couch. Her wrists ached. She stared up at Congressman Barth, wondering what he was planning to do next.
The Congressman sneered at her and opened the satchel at his feet, producing a small, thin, leather whip. He flexed the whip, testing its resiliency and flexibility. A wicked and depraved glint was in the man's eyes, and he appeared to be lost in another world, "Nice tits!" he shouted. He raised the small whip high in the air and brought it slashing through the air, striking her left tit. Then, he whipped her other tit in the same manner.
"Owwwwwww! Good God! What in the hell do you think you're doing?" she demanded angrily. "What sort of man are you, anyway?"
She couldn't believe what was happening to her. The Congressman seemed to enjoy whipping her taut, upthrust tits. He leered at her lecherously and whipped her tits again and again, his eyes flashing his demented lust. She shrieked and wailed! Tears streamed down her face!
"Yeah, you've got a nice ripe young body!" Congressman Barth exclaimed as the whip whistled through the air again and struck her raw tits. Then, he turned his attention to her pussy-mound. "Pretty cunt, too!"
The next thing she felt was the tip of the leather whip flicking across her cunt-lips, tickling her pussy. Her clit stuck up, erect and blood-engorged in response to the whip. She couldn't understand her instinctive response to the rude abuse that Congressman Barth was so delightedly meting out. Her clothes were soon ripped to shreds. Jerry stepped in to pull all of her garments off, leaving her totally exposed – naked and at the Congressman's mercy.
"Let's see how the uppity little bitch likes this!" the Congressman said, sneering wickedly. He bent down and spread her thighs far apart. Then, laughing sadistically, he pressed the tip of the leather whip between her pussy-lips. "Yeah, let's see how the little slut likes being fucked by a whip!"
The tortured teen-ager whimpered and wept as she felt the leather whip penetrating her tight, young cunt. It was grotesque to be treated this way! She felt as though she were a mere plaything for the wicked Congressman and his henchman, Jerry.
She writhed about, pulling her hips back in a desperate attempt to escape the whip that the Congressman seemed intent on embedding in her pussy. She had never known that people could behave in such kinky, cruel and demented ways. Doris realized that she had a lot to learn about people.
Her skin shivered with goosebumps as she felt the whip flicking crudely across her glistening pussy-lips. Her cunt was getting all lathered up – and she couldn't understand why!
"Give it to her good, Congressman. Shove that whip up her pussy. Let her know that you mean business, bass!" Jerry said, moving closer to get a good look at the tortured girl's young pussy.
"But, you can't do that!" she protested loudly, her shrill voice filling the room. "You'll hurt me! Please, you'll tear me to shreds!"
"We'll see about that, bitch!" Congressman Barth hissed. He gripped the handle of the whip tightly and rudely shoved it into her cunt. "You fucking cunt! Let's see how you like having your pussy reamed out by a leather whip!" He inched the whip into her cunt, smiling wickedly.
Jerry looked on with great interest, grinning lewdly. His hand slipped between his legs as he watched the Congressman shove the whip slowly into Doris' cunt. "Hey, boss, look at her pussy. It's getting wet! Ha! Ha! The bitch is starting to get hot. Fuck! She's getting all juiced up from that whip."
"Yeah, I think we've got a hot one. I'm glad I decided to bring her here. I didn't get enough of the little bitch in the park today. But, now she's all mine, to use and abuse in any way I like. Yeah, she's a hot number all right, and I'm gonna break her pussy in real good."
"Ha! Ha! You screams are music to my ears, little darling, I love torturing sweet young girls like you!" The Congressman kept at it, shoving the whip in and out of her tight, juicy clit. "Hey," he said as he pulled the whip out of her pussy. "Look at this whip. It's all wet from your cunt-juice, bitch. Here, look for yourself!" He held the whip out, sticking the tip of the whip under her nose. "Smell it, Doris? It's your cunt-juice, bitch. Take a sniff and see what your cunt smells like!"
"No I won't," she said, turning her head away. "Jury, go into my satchel and get out the nipple clamps. The little bitch doesn't want to cooperate, but we'll make her," the Congressman instructed his henchman.
"You bet, boss," Jerry said as he went to the satchel and began rummaging around in it.
"What do you mean? What are nipple clamps?" she asked weakly. She had no idea what the Congressman was talking about. Nipple clamps? Good heavens. Whatever they were, she knew that they would hurt.
"Sniff the tip of the whip, slut! I want you to smell your pussy-juice!" the Congressman said.
"All right! All right! I'll do whatever you say! I promise!" She sniffed her cunt-juice from the tip of the whip. It didn't smell bad, she thought, but it sure was humiliating to have to smell her own pussy-nectar.
"Now, lick the tip of the whip. I want you to taste your cunt-juice!" the man commanded.
Doris pursed her lips, but the man bent down and pried her mouth open with his thumb and forefinger. He rammed the tip of the whip, coated with her cunt-juice, deep into her mouth. He laughed sadistically as he swirled the cunt-juice drenched whip around in her mouth. "That's a good girl! You're learning fast, cunt!"
She tasted the curds of cunt-juice on the tip of the whip her pussy-juice was slick and sticky.
Jerry moved in close and knelt down beside the tormented young girl. "Here are the nipple clamps, boss. You want me to put them on her now?"
"Yeah, let's see how she likes having her nipples pinched by the clamps." Congressman said cruelly.
Chills ran up and down her spine as she caught sight of the steel, alligator clamps that Jerry held in his hands. She found it difficult to believe that these evil men were actually planning to clamp those things down on her nipples. She knew that the pain would be excruciating. Her nipples became erect and hard as she looked at the crude nipple clamps. She writhed about, her wrists chafing as the ropes which bound her dug into her tender flesh. It was useless to struggle. She was bound too tightly. Indeed, everytime that she tried to jerk free of her bonds, they seemed to cut tighter and hurt even more. The ropes bit into her wrists terribly, sending soaring pain through her arms.
Jerry bent down and, grinning broadly, sneering sadistically, he grabbed her tit in his fingers, pinching her tit-bud and affixed the nipple clamp.
"Aaaaaaiiiieeeee!" she wailed as the pain from the nipple clamp shot through her tortured tit. She recoiled in horror, jerking and writhing about on the floor, the ropes which bound her digging hard into her flesh. Unbelievable pain tore through her tit. She hardly had a chance to take a breath when Jerry affixed another clamp to her other tit-bud. "Aaaaaiiiieee!" she screamed again. She looked down at her tortured, clamped nipples, pinched painfully by the steel alligator clamps. Her tits were racked with horrid pain, and she felt repulsed and abused. She was living a nightmare! Her legs quivered and shook; her arms rippled with uncontrollable spasms. Her clit throbbed, but the wicked pair of sadistic tormentors were not about to quit torturing her naked young body!
Congressman Barth pumped the whip hard and fast into her cunt, raking the whip across her clit deliberately. Cunt-juice churned in her cunt and she writhed about in torment. The men didn't care in the slightest about her pain and discomfort in fact, from the demented looks on their faces, they appeared to enjoy every excruciating moment of her torment. They sneered wickedly at her as she jerked and writhed about on the floor beneath them.
She sobbed and flailed her head back and forth. Every fiber in her body was strained to the limit and her sinews struck out in bold relief on her naked body.
Jerry bent over her tear-stained face. He grabbed a thick swath of her golden blonde tresses, twisting her hair in his long, hairy fingers. Puffing her head up, he placed his mouth against her lips and snaked his tongue into her mouth, kissing her wetly, against her will. She felt like spitting his tongue out, but she knew that that would be a grave mistake. There was no telling what Jerry might do if she refused to kiss him. He kept twisting her hair until it felt like he was ripping her scalp right out of her head.
"Ha! Ha!" Jerry laughed demonically as he released her mouth from his unwanted French kiss, "You kiss real nice, cunt!" he taunted lewdly. He looked at her coldly, animal-like.
Doris stared into Jerry's rough-hewn face, trying desperately to discern a single trace of sympathy or human emotion in his cruel, glowering eyes. There was none. No sign of compassion, no nothing. Just dark, brooding brutality. Her skin crawled with a creepy feeling as she realized that she was in the power of two evil and sadistic men who cared not one iota about her horrible suffering!
"That's enough of this!" the Congressman snarled, throwing the whip aside. "Get out the big dildo! The big one!" he instructed Jerry in a voice tinged with evil enthusiasm. "I'm going to dildo fuck the little bitch. I don't think she appreciates getting her cunt reamed out by the whip, so I'll fuck her cunt with the big dildo and see if she likes that better!"
"What are you talking about? I don't want my pussy fucked with anything!" she protested loudly, shaking her head back and forth furiously. Doris was indignant and infuriated by the brutal treatment she was receiving at the hands of Jerry and Congressman Barth. Were the two diabolical tormentors insane? she wondered. What kind of men were they, anyway? It made no sense at all. Congressman Barth was obviously an imports and well-respected man in the community. Otherwise, he would never have been elected to office. And most important, what in the world was a dildo? Doris had no idea what a dildo was, but the mere name frightened her half to death. Her chest heaved as her heart beat rapidly in anxious, nervous anticipation of what was to come next.
"We're talking about this!" Jerry exclaimed as he held high the electric battery-operated plastic dildo. "If I know the Congressman like I think I know him, he's gonna ream out your pussy with it. I'm sure you'll find it a shocking experience." The two men broke out laughing.
Doris stared wide-eyed at the sight of the thick, cream-colored plastic dildo. The dildo was shaped like a huge, hard prick. "You're not going to put that… that dreadful thing in my pussy, are you?" Surely, they wouldn't abuse her so terribly, she thought. But, looking at their animated faces, she knew that they were planning to do just that!
Congressman Barth wasted no time. He shoved the dildo into her tight, juicy cunt. The Congressman worked the dildo into her cunt and Doris tried to stifle her cries of agony and terror as her pussy-walls stretched to accommodate the thick, plastic prick. Her cunt-walls rippled and stretched to the limit. Sharp stabs, of pain shot through her ravaged and abused pussy.
"Yeah, you are a hot cunt, Doris!" Congressman Barth exclaimed. "You're going to love this," he taunted rudely as he pressed the dildo deeper and deeper into her tight, young pussy.
Suddenly, without warning, the Congressman pushed down a button on the handle of the dildo and the plastic prick buzzed and came to life, sending a torrent of electricity pulsing through her ravaged cunt. "Aaaaaaaagggghhhhh aaaaiiieee!" she shrieked in terror as electric shocks coursed through her cunt. The vibrator shook and whirred loudly. She felt like she was being electrocuted. The wicked supercharged dildo throbbed in her cunt, which spasmed in response to the relentless wave of electric energy that stung her pussy. Her cunt-walls rippled quickly, uncontrollably. Doris had no control over her body. She shivered and shuddered. Her clit quivered.
"Stop! Please! Noooo!" she yelped anxiously.
Her voice quavered, distorted grotesquely by the torrents of electricity which streaked through her tortured cunt. Her body shook grossly. The electric shocks which racked her cunt felt like tingling, clawing fingers that tore at her rippling, spuming cunt-walls. And her clit quivered and shook, throbbing inside of its fleshy cuntal sheath.
Congressman Barth began to pump the dildo in and out of her abused pussy, smiling lewdly. He was using quick, powerful strokes to ram the dildo deeper. He had a diabolical look on his face and appeared to be loving every moment of her torment.
She braced herself, steeled her nerves, and attempted to withstand the pain which racked her naked body. She tried not to scream in agony, trying to deny the wicked, perverted men the pleasure of her horrid discomfort and anguish. But it was impossible to remain stoic and quiet when confronted with the ugly and increasingly painful reality of the brutal experience.
Unable to remain calm, Doris cried out in despair. "Aaaaaiiieeeee!"
The vibrating, shocking dildo raped into her clit, sending sparks of lightning coursing through her pussy. Her pussy-muscles felt like they were being stretched and ripped, torn apart by the wicked plastic prick that shook inside of her cunt. The hard tip of the dildo was crammed in so deeply that she felt it would soon tear right on through to her stomach! She was on the verge of blacking out. Then Congressman Barth abruptly pulled the dildo out of her cunt.
"Thank God!" she muttered, relieved that the man was finished raping her pussy with the electric dildo. Now, she hoped and prayed, they had had their fill of her. Surely, she thought, surely, they would let her go. She would gladly reassure them that she had no intentions of identifying the nasty Congressman Barth. She only wanted to go home, and try to forget the horrible way that she had been raped and abused!