Jean cowered in the center of the bed, her arms still bound tightly above her head. She felt her nakedness as a great shame covering her like an evil blanket. One that couldn't be dislodged no matter how hard one struck out against it. And now, that blanket was going to be replaced by something even more evil, the bodies of strange obscene men. Men, who would not even know her name or that she would not know, except as great shafts of indecent flesh drubbing into her helpless body. She would be the receptacle into which they would spew their lewd sperm as they had into thousands of other whores in other places at other times.
The vile squeak of the rat penetrated through her thoughts into her inner conscious mind. It too was part of the evil picture. It was the conqueror, the thing against which she could not fight. She knew she would have submitted to any demands, no matter how depraved, to keep that evil creature away from her, to keep its monstrous teeth from tearing at her body. This she would have done with or without the deadening potion she was now awaiting to lift consciousness from her tortured brain. It would only make it bearable, like Novocain when one had a tooth pulled, it didn't eliminate the horrible tearing at one's flesh, only hid it from the mind of the patient.
The door opened.
Oh God, she thought, not yet. I'm not ready. I can still feel. Wait, wait please!
She prayed in fevered anguish for the drug to work, to cover her nakedness with the invisible cloak of unconsciousness.
But it didn't.
"Remember, my friend, fifteen minutes for your two dollars, no more," the voice of the Arab reminded cheerfully from the hallway. "And do not mark the girl."
The squeak of the rat resounded through the room as it heard its master's voice from the distance. It was hungry and the harsh scratching sounds of its paws clawing against the side of the cage silenced a cry building deep within Jean's fear-quaking body.
A short fat man, dressed in the sweat-soaked clothes of a dock-worker, entered and closed the door behind him. His eyes flickered in appreciation when he saw the delicious young feast spread defenseless on the bed. Jean had hoped, somewhere deep in her mind, that the bonds tying her to the bed would stir his conscience and he would call the police. One look at his lust-filled face dispelled this hope. The Arab was too clever. He would not bring men who say eye to eye with the law. He would choose his clientele well, probably those wanted by the law themselves. The quarter around the hotel was filled with them.
The dock-worker removed his shirt, silently staring at her with undisguised rapaciousness visible in his eyes. His huge barrel chest covered with ape-like hair, rose and fell in short puffing gasps as he dropped his pants to the floor. His short fat cock jerked into view beneath an overhanging roll of fat from his white belly.
Jean's eyes bulged in terror. The tea! The tea! Why didn't it work?
And, suddenly, it did, but not the way she had expected.
The first piercing warning of Shalla's betrayal came as the man leaned gleefully over the edge of the bed and began running has rough callused hands over her smooth cringing flesh.
Her reaction was violent!
A deep indescribable electrifying shock shot through the frayed nerve-ends of her body like a thousand tiny sharp needles. Laughing red devils danced wickedly along the inner softness of her thighs. Her buttocks ground desperately into the mattress to quench a searing hot flame suddenly licking hungrily at her nakedness. It was futile, the fire roared headlong out of control. She lay immobile for a moment, her mind struggling hopelessly against the pin-pricks of sensation following the path of the course fingers digging into her flesh.
He played cruelly on, unaware of the hopeless battle raging within the tortured girl beneath his kneading hands. He placed his thumbs on the fleshy lips of hair lining the outside of her cunt and pulled slowly apart. Jean lay holding her breath and fighting with all her moral strength.
It was not enough, her resistance shattered.
She groaned, the exquisite feeling of air rushing over the rising bud of her exposed clitoris. It rippled up her now quivering belly and out into the nipples of her throbbing tits, drowning out the debasing humiliation of the strange hands roaming over her nakedness. The straining muscles of her thighs relaxed loosely, her white ivory breasts rose and fell heavily with her labored breath.
The man's tongue licked nervously at his thick mouth, small beads of sweat formed over his upper lip as he watched the gradual transformation of the girl beneath his stroking fingers. He did not understand and did not care, he would not question a gift like this – only a fool would.
He could not wait. He pushed her unresisting thighs wide with the rough palms of his hands and crawled eagerly over between their lush fullness. The devils danced faster around the rough pink edges of Jean's naked cunt as she felt the bed sag from his weight. It felt like a wet hot tunnel, and it had to be filled. Her eyes locked greedily on the fat thick cock dangling from his kneeling body above her. Suddenly forgotten was the evil animal lurking in the cage on the table; forgotten were the fears of humiliation. She needed but one thing now; she needed that cock! More than anything else in the world!
Even as her mind fought the repulsive sight of the kneeling fat body hovering between the slimness of wide-stretched thighs, her legs kicked out uncontrollably and her heels curled around his hips. She jerked forward wildly, pulling him with a grunt, heavily on top of her writhing body. He guided the thick blood-filled head straight into her throbbing cunt, his heavy weight smashing her with a deep moan far down into the mattress. He levered up, ramming his rod as deep as it would go into the hungry clasping pussy. His balls smacked heavily against her upturned ass, his fat hairy stomach bored hotly into the yielding softness of her belly.
Jean strained against the ropes but they held, cruelly cutting into her wrists and causing her teeth to gnash tightly together to drive back the pain of her tortured muscles. She wanted him deeper. She wanted to pull him deeper into her hot quivering cunt but the bonds held her back.
"Fuck deeper, fuck deeper!" she screamed at him in desperation.
He grasped her ass cheeks in both hands and drove his cock to the hilt. It was too short!
She groaned in frustration, splaying her legs wide out over the bed to give him greater access. But it did not help.
As if in apology, the sweating fat man rammed his tongue deep into her wide-open mouth, the saliva drooling down into her throat. She sucked at it in wild frenzy, her body caught up in a whirlpool of naked raw lust that she had never known before. His jerking cock pistoned into her mercilessly, bringing gasps of pain as his pelvis smacked against her crotch, a brutal thud resounding through the room with each pile-driving thrust. She moaned again, he was bringing her to the peak with the brutal pounding of his body alone.
Then – suddenly – as she bucked uncontrollably beneath him, she felt his plunging cock stiffen without warning and spew its white-hot liquid far into the hidden recesses of her tortured womb.
Jean groaned in frustration. It was too soon, too soon. She was almost there, the peak was but a hair away. She strained crazily for it, but the man's dead weight collapsed heavily across her still driving body. The useless deflated prick hung spent between her churning thighs.
She buffeted her wet crotch up against it angrily, tears of frustration running down her passion inflamed cheeks. But the soft rubbery tube gave way limply before her anguished last upward thrusts. He rolled from her body, breathing heavily in satiation, he had gotten his two dollars worth. He smiled happily.
The fire burned on in Jean, even as the man left the room, she was waiting for the next, grinding her buttocks into the mattress in anticipation.
Oh God, she sobbed, the hunger coursing through her like a narcotic. I'm going crazy, crazy. Send me someone! Send me someone!
Shalla's head appeared through the partially open door, a grin of satisfaction on his lips as he saw Jean's drugged body writhing out of control on the bed. He must raise his price and cut the time to ten minutes. Mufta had many clients waiting downstairs and the potion would last for hours. The girl was beyond objecting to anything now. In fact, he thought happily, she would welcome it.
Jean's eyes were glazed in frightened uncontrollable desire. The thoughts of unconsciousness had faded. She wanted to feel. She wanted to feel the deliciousness of a man fucking her. She wanted her belly filled by great pools of cum and feel it shaking around wetly inside her…
Hurry, Shalla, hurry, her mind droned drunkenly. Bring me one, bring me one or I'll die!
She did not have long to wait. The door opened and an old man on crutches hobbled in, his eyes shining in lust. He had only one leg and his clothes were those of a street beggar. They looked as though they had not left his body in months. Jean's passion was beyond caring now, he was a man! A man with a cock that could slice into her burning pussy. That was all that mattered.
Hurry, you bastard, hurry, raced through her mind desperately. She opened her legs wide, pointing the dripping hair-lined slit of her cunt directly at the lewdly grinning cripple, grinding it up with her tightly clenched ass in an equally lewd invitation to spur him to speed.
He lost no time in tearing his ragged clothes from his unwashed body. He hadn't believed the Arab on the street when he had described this women he had for sale. Nor the price. All that would buy on the street was a fat old hag who had been used up years before and who would lie drunkenly under you thinking of the wine she could buy with the money from this trick. But this was different. The Arab had spoken truly. She was young and her flesh was firm. It had been many long years since he had fucked anything even approaching this. He could not afford the young ones in the houses and even if he could they would turn him down because of his nauseating appearance. He could not believe his luck with this one, begging him for it with her obscene gestures and groans. He would use his ten minutes well.
He hobbled to the bed and without ceremony, threw the stump of his missing leg over Jean's squirming body. He straddled her stomach heavily. The soft whiteness of it brushed tantalizingly against the wrinkled sac of-his dangling balls causing his ancient prick to jerk in anticipation. He moved forward along her writhing torso, laying his still semi-soft penis between the valley of her full fleshy tits. He cupped a hand on either side of the quivering mounds and pushed them together, trapping his awakening cock softly between them. He had always wanted to do this but none would ever let him. Now with the girl's hands tied over her head she could not object. Besides, the Arab said anything as long as he didn't mark her.
Jean, beneath him, could feel the bones of his thin buttocks pressing painfully into her ribs as he rocked forward. He had straddled her so suddenly that she had been taken unaware. She needed him in her – not like this. She tried desperately to wriggle up the bed under him but he rode with her body.
"No, no, please, not that way, not that way," she cried in frustration as she looked down her nose and watched the red bulbous head growing between her tightly held tits. She could feel it begin to throb against the sensitive tissue of her skin, sending further sheets of hot licking flame racing down to the quivering slit of her palpitating cunt.
"Oh God no! Fuck me, please! Please!" she begged as he began a rocking motion, sliding his blue veined cock faster and faster between her straining breasts. Spit dripped from his puffing lips, moistening the narrow valley and making the passage easier for the rampaging instrument that ignored her pleas. He continued his desperate thrusting – faster – faster – his breath coming in quick labored gasps, until before her horror-stricken eyes, its long stored cum began spurting in sticky hot streams over her naked breasts. It ran down over her shoulders and throat in wet white rivulets, soaking the mattress beneath.
"Get in me. Get in me. Now! Now!" she raved, her head thrashing from side to side in bitter defeat.
"Why didn't you? Why didn't you?" she shouted up at him through hate-filled eyes, her arms straining at the binding ropes like a mad woman. She cursed his impotency with all the foul words that came to her lust deranged mind.
"Send me a man! Shalla you son of a bitch! Send me a man!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. Her cunt was a steaming hot cavern now that twitched like a nerve out of control. Her body was going to explode into a million fiery particles if someone didn't stuff a cock into her soon – she sobbed hysterically, crying out for deliverance.
The crippled dressed and hobbled hurriedly from the room, fearful that this lunatic might break loose from her bonds and do him bodily harm.
As Jean watched him disappear through the door, she suddenly gasped and held her breath. His form was replaced by the shadow of the biggest man she had ever seen. He stooped as he entered to keep from hitting his head against the frame.
He was jet black!
Her pleadings froze in her throat. Desire, suddenly replaced by fear, withered in her body. He would kill her!
"I've brought you a man, my pigeon," Shalla's voice cooed from behind the giant Nubian. "I've given him a discount to let some of the others watch. You must perform well," he chortled happily. "They are paying one American dollar each for a good exhibition and we can't disappoint them, can we?"
"Ohh, please, no," Jean whimpered, a battle raging between her mental revulsion and the fire raging inside her drugged body. "I can't, I can't, not in front of other people. N-Not with h-him. Ohh, please, please, Shalla!"
Without speaking, he reached for the towel over the caged black rat and withdrew it slowly, his cruel grin directed straight into her eyes.
"Chiga would like to watch also. I'm certain you would not like to disappoint my little pet. He offends so easily."
The starving rat clawed and struggled against the restraining wire of the cage, his beady eyes hungrily searching the room for some sign of food to quell his ravenous appetite. Jean shrank back into the mattress, the terror again crawling over her as his tiny wicked eyes locked on her naked white flesh.
Shalla watched the servile acceptance register on her terrified face. He was contented that she would not give trouble with the threat present of her breasts being ripped from her body. He patted the top of the cage lovingly and motioned for Mufta to herd the crowd into the room.
Jean was dimly aware, through drug glazed eyes, of the leering faces crowding into the small closed room. Would they ever stop coming? They were lining the walls and hanging over the iron rail at the end of the bed, packing the small chamber until the air became hot and almost unbearable from their sweating unwashed bodies and heavy excited breathing. They were horrible grotesque faces peering down at her. Some toothless and unshaven, some marred by terrible diseases, but all wide-eyed and eager for the cruel ravishment of the quivering white body staked out before them to begin.
When the room was jammed with at least twenty straining men, Shalla motioned for Mufta to lock the door, cutting off the last entrance for air. The odor was heavy and pressed down on Jean like an invisible musty cape. She struggled for breath, her lungs sucking in great gasps, fighting to maintain consciousness.
Shalla nodded his head at the painting Nubian who began eagerly stripping his clothes from his glistening black body. His pants fell to the floor causing a murmur of fevered approval to ripple through the excited crowd. His giant ebony cock reared out from his black muscular stomach like a third arm with a huge tightly balled fist at the end. It was at least ten inches long and two inches wide and the two great sperm inflated balls hanging at the base gave it the menacing appearance of a cannon ready to fire.
Jean jerked her tightly clenched eyes open at the ripple of noise running through the room, her shocked gaze locking on the monstrous shaft pointing directly at her. She gasped in terror, drawing her thighs tightly together in anguished fear, her mouth dropping loosely open in astonished disbelief.
It couldn't be true. He would split her open! Horrible visions of her ripped torn body flickered wildly through her cringing mind. They couldn't do it. They couldn't do it!
The Nubian stepped to the bed, the crowd closing behind him to get a closer look at the unbelievable spectacle about to take place before them. Helpful hands from the sides of the mattress grasped harshly at Jean's tightly clasped ankles, pulling them brutally open. Her delicate pink slit nestling in the soft pubic hair burst into full view of the spectators at the end of the bed. The others strained closer around the bedside to get their look at the palpitating treasure of the struggling girl. Over-anxious hands reached out to pinch quickly at the white full tits above, digging harshly for a stolen moment, and then disappearing anonymously back into the crowd.
The giant black climbed between her wide-spread legs. The restraining hands on her ankles levered them up off the bed and back over her head until the soles of her upside down feet were touching the headboard in a great vee about four feet apart Jean's face contorted in anguish, every muscle in her body felt as though it were stretched beyond all human endurance. The flat plane of her soft hair covered pussy was presented up to the kneeling Nubian in defenseless sacrifice. It was his, his to plunder at will.
He grinned down at it, his lips bared back over the white ivory of his teeth in unbridled lust. He stroked his immense cock with both hands in greedy preparation for the assault on the helpless up-turned cunt in front of him. His body swayed on his knees like a stalking cobra, the glistening ebony skin shining in the dim light of the single bulb hanging above. He shuffled forward slowly, his pelvis and great bulging black cock shoved out and quivering like a savage limbo dancer caught in the hypnotic throes of a primeval jungle ceremony.
Jean, up through wide-split thighs, watched in awed terror, the writhing torso advancing toward her helpless aperture. She could not turn her eyes from the vile instrument that was in a moment to cleave through her warm body in vicious rape. She was mesmerized into abject stillness.
Suddenly, without warning, the swaying Nubian jerked his pelvis back and his head came forward and down in a dark blur, his gleaming ivory teeth fastening into the soft flesh of her belly. A tiny nip at her navel and his tongue began a slow tantalizing exploration of her whiteness, following the soft path of light fuzz down into the flanges of her cringing pussy. He spread its young fleshy lips with his fingers and with a maddening liquid suck of the lips, drew the tiny pink bud of Jean's throbbing clitoris wetly into his hot moist mouth. He nibbled at it with the sharp tips of his teeth, feeling it jerking back to life from the softness that fear had brought.
Jean clenched her eyes tightly shut against the whirlpools of sensation that were shooting out of control again through her loins. She fought with all her inner strength against the betrayal of her body. Thoughts of Kevin and the life and children they would have after this nightmare was over coursed through her mind. No, no, she must not let them win. She mustn't! She mustn't!
But suddenly, the Nubian's tongue snaked forward, burrowing up her straining cunt like a racing lizard. The shock rippled crazily up her spine to the base of her skull where it shattered in a cascade of wildly shooting colored stars. The hot meteors rained down tauntingly over her whole body. Her crotch jerked involuntarily forward, burying the flicking tongue to its roots. Fire replaced fear and all else.
She was that cent! Oh God, she was that cant!
Her entire being was suddenly a great open cavern that had to be filled, that had to be gorged and stuffed with hot fiery flesh. Nothing else mattered now; not Kevin, not principles, not humiliation, just the flicking reality of the probing tongue that had crawled from between her hot steaming furrow and was tracing tiny round wet circles up her body.
"Ohh, ohh, yes, yesss, suck my tits, yes, like that, like that! Bite me! Aaaaagggg!"
It moved on up over her throat, licking at her nose and eyes and cheeks, the hot thick saliva soaking her skin. She rotated her lust contorted face around searching with her open mouth for the wet fleshy mass. She found it and sucked it deep into her throat with a low animal moan. His saliva gushed into her in unimpeded torrents, she swallowed greedily, mewling for more.
Her crotch ground frantically around below, searching with her gaping hot pussy for that monstrous pole that was going to rip her belly asunder. The lust incited crowd around the bed gasped as the great bulging head found its pulsating opening. It jostled for a moment against the pink ragged edges of flesh, insinuating itself gently between them. Then, with a flick of the hips, the grinning Nubian forced the blood-filled tip brutally into the throbbing lips of the hair-lined cunt, stretching the resisting rubbery flesh almost to the bursting point.
Jean threw her head wildly to the side and screamed: "Aaaagggg!"
It sunk a cruel inch, the struggling girl trying desperately to kick her legs free and escape the punishing impalement. The eager restraining hands held them tightly back against the bedstead. In her wild passion a moment ago she had overestimated herself. The cock was too big. She could never take it in a million years. It was splitting her cunt lips terribly, the pain unbearable, rocketing through her stretched body like tiny sharp probing needles.
The Nubian levered up on his hands in the push-up position and flicked again – his grin widening – the relentless monster sliding another excruciating inch.
"Uuuuuugggg!"
Another inch…
"Aaaagggg!"
Hot stale breaths coursed over her naked sweating body as the men crowded closer. Their faces hung over the bed within inches of her straining nudity, watching hypnotically this young white beauty being fucked and skewered like a medieval slave by the giant glistening Nubian. She was dimly aware of hands tearing at her breasts from the leering crowd and fingers clawing over every part of her flesh until it felt as though she were covered with tiny crawling animals trying to enter every pore of her helpless body. The room had become a giant octopus with thousands of grasping tentacles reaching out obscenely to crush her in her helplessness.
"Nooo… Noooooo!" she sobbed hysterically, tears gushing like fountains from her open but almost unseeing eyes.
Her sobbing, struggling protests and resistance brought a sudden crushing thrust from the Nubian that plowed the giant black cock deep into her tight resisting passage, pushing great ripples of pink soft flesh in rolling waves before it. Jean jerked convulsively as the huge rod raced into her belly like a runaway freight train smashing all resistance. It was an uncontrolled monster crawling around inside her, filling her every crevice and pushing her inner organs into tiny tight balls that could not breath or move. It was coming out her throat, out her mouth, curling around her shoulders and neck to crush her life away. It was ripping her soul from her body and devouring it in great gulps of depraved sensuality.
Suddenly, it stopped. With an earth-shattering jolt, the Nubian's pelvis thudded heavily into her upturned crotch. The monstrous sperm inflated balls insinuating themselves with a smack into the wide-split crevice of her ass.
The huge ebony cock lay imbedded to the hilt inside Jean's shivering cunt like an ancient impaling torture device.
The Nubian held still above for a moment until the bereaved girl beneath him adjusted to the presence of the huge member planted in her white soft belly. He watched as her pain contorted face began a slow relaxation, the tightly gnashed teeth opening in surprised adjustment.
"A-Aaaaah," her lips breathed in welcome relief.
He flexed the giant head, bringing a deep groan from her lips, her teeth re-clenching. He flexed again – another groan again – a lesser groan, as her hot passage grew accustomed to the increasing size. Then he began a slow revolving motion with his pelvis, grinding his cock tightly into her naked crotch, expanding the still cringing walls of her vagina until it fit like a well tailored glove.
Unbelieving eyes peered lustfully within inches of the huge buried member, amazed that the tight tiny cunt they had seen before was capable of swallowing the whole of it. Hands from the crowd rubbed lewdly over the moon-shaped cheeks of her skewered buttocks. From both sides of the bed, fingers pulled cruelly at the fleshy hair covered lips surrounding it. A fingertip probed under the dangling balls at her tiny puckered anus, flicking teasingly at it like another tongue. She winced as it suddenly popped through the tight surrounding nether ring and dug deeply at the soft rubbery flesh inside. It moved around, expanding the tight tiny hole until the palm of the intruding hand lay flat against her ass cheeks, the whole finger sunk safely inside the dry throbbing tunnel.
Now the Nubian began a painful sawing motion in and out of Jean's moist stretched pussy, thrusting forward mercilessly from the apex of his withdrawal and battering her pain-wracked body back hard against the mattress. The finger imbedded in her ass joined the slowly pistoning cock in a rhythmic fucking duo that brought groans of pain and gasps of pleasure gushing from the lips of her moaning mouth in time to their simultaneous tempo.
The pain was easing and a weird sensation of happiness tingled through her helpless body. The outrageous debasement and subjugation brought strange masochistic pleasures flooding through her blood stream. Her hips began unconsciously gyrating in an abandoned rhythm with the increasing speed of the cock and finger fucking into her. A thousand helpful hands groped at her from the leering faces surrounding them.
"Ohhh yes, yessss, fuck me like this. Oh shit yes, fuck me like this," she crooned, squirming her body lewdly around among the myriad of hands and fingers that crawled over her tingling flesh. She opened her eyes. Cocks were everywhere. The men around the bed had pulled them out and were stroking them over her in time to the black and white flesh smacking together before them. Long ones, short ones, fat ones, she was in a great cock heaven, surrounded by them – a prisoner of them – and all the time while the great black glistening pole fucked into her, expanding with each stroke like a giant balloon, the finger drubbed into her asshole like another cock – she was a prisoner, a helpless prisoner to the delicious rape of her cunt and asshole – trapped between them like a helpless insect.
"Oh God, don't stop! Oh fuck, don't ever stop!" she grunted into the thick stale air, gyrating her upturned ass faster and faster, trying to keep up with the monstrous poles of flesh and finger that drubbed into her like tireless fucking machines. She felt long fleshy objects dropped into her tightly bound hands on either side of the mattress and other hands press her fingers tightly around them. She knew they were cocks and began a hard vicious stroking in time to the communal rhythm, as she felt the shaft of flesh pummeling into her throbbing cunt expanding almost to the bursting point.
"No! No! Wait, wait," she chanted in desperation, but it was too late. The Nubian's eyes rolled around helplessly in his head and his great balls began pumping spurt after spurt of hot white cum deep into her contracting belly. She ground her naked crotch up tightly against his pelvis to stop the flow for a moment but her very eagerness defeated her desperate purpose. The nibbling clasp of her pussy milked it clean, the last drop of his hot load sloshed around deep inside her dilated womb.
The giant rolled useless and drained from her still squirming form, helped by a hundred eager hands clawing to take his place. A thin string of white sticky liquid trailed from his cock over her leg to the floor where he collapsed in exhaustion.
"Three dollars, my friends, three dollars," she could hear dimly through the muffled confusion of the noise and caught a glimpse of Shalla desperately reaching over heads for the freely offered bills like an excited circus barker.
Her hips jerked up automatically to receive the hurried thrust of a short fat man who had replaced the Nubian between her legs. He rammed into her like a jack-hammer, needing no fore-play to incite him. The spectacle had been enough. They raced wildly together for the climax Jean had been so cruelly deprived of when the Nubian had deserted her. It hit her suddenly, like an angry fist in the stomach. Great waves of searing indescribable joy coursed through her fanatically aroused body with the power of a thousand lightening bolts, curling the tips of her toes and fingers like burning twigs on a bonfire. The fat man's cock spat uncontrollably into her as the palms of her bound hands were flooded too with the hot sticky fluid simultaneously. Great pools of cum clung stickily to her as she saw other cocks spurting at her body from the sides of the bed. She wallowed lewdly around in it, punishing and debasing herself in maniacal arousal, the odor rushing through her nostrils, as her own cum gushed hotly from between her legs, soaking the mattress beneath her wildly grinding buttocks.
The bodies came on and on, spurred by her screaming supplications for further and further humiliation. Her hair was matted thickly with the pungent fluid now and her body was covered from head to foot. She squirmed wetly on her back in it as she was buffeted up and down the mattress by one rampaging man after another. It seemed it would never stop.
Suddenly, Shalla grinned to himself. It was going too slow. There was a better way to handle this volume of business. After all, the American bitch was screaming for it. He would make sure she got more.
He held back the next men in line and reaching over the bed, cut her bonds.
"Turn over," he commanded.
Jean rolled her battered body over in the slippery pools of cum, resting heavily on her stomach.
"Now kneel," he commanded to the half conscious girl again. He grabbed impatiently at her hips and helped her to her knees. She rested panting for a moment on all fours, her buttocks high in the air and her face pushed into the bed. Her eyes were glazed thickly from the ravishment her body was enduring.
Shalla directed the waiting traffic like an experienced policeman on a busy intersection.
Jean felt heavy hands on her hips from a nameless body suddenly kneeling behind and between her open thighs. She waved the stretched moons of her buttocks back at him, feeling the blunt end of his cock pressing into the now dripping slit in her crotch. With a grunt, he shoved cruelly forward, burying the long thin instrument deep up her crevice, causing her to jump forward in surprise at the sudden lunge. Her face ran head on into another waiting hard erect cock that rammed without warning into Jean's gaping mouth. The man was kneeling on the bed in front of her grasping both sides of her head vice like between his strong callused hands and holding it firm. He sawed into her face viciously, like it was a second delicious cunt. Jean gagged, as he rammed it half-way down her throat, the full length disappearing into her ovaled lips almost to the hilt. His balls slapped harshly against her chin, the soft fuzz covering them tickling like a light airy feather. She struggled to breath, catching small gasps of air on the out-stroke.
"Oh God," she groaned as they buffeted her back and forth like a rag doll between them, using her helpless body as a great receptacle into which they would pump their burning sperm. She was no longer human but a great mass of flaccid flesh, unable to think or feel.
But then, the very helplessness of her position flickered through her mind. The mental picture of her body being fucked between two excited men incited her. The hunger in her belly began raging out of control again. She began to undulate her buttocks in tiny circles, squeezing with her cunt muscles at the fleshy staff boring into her. She wanted to milk it dry, to fill her belly again until more of the hot sticky fluid ran down her already thickly covered thighs. She wanted to wallow in it again. She sucked voraciously at the cock in her mouth her cheeks hollowing and filling with his cruel thrusts. She had never tasted a cock before and she explored its every pore. Her tongue licked wildly at the blood-filled head, the tip probing hotly into the gland on the end. She wanted it to shoot in her mouth. She wanted to swallow it and feel it running down her throat until her stomach was filled as her cunt. She wanted it to run through every pore in her body in great torrents of joy.
Her wish came true a moment later.
Simultaneously with the rising tide of her building orgasm, she felt the cock fucking into her from behind, inflate and begin spewing its white hot load deep up her clasping cunt. It ricocheted wildly around inside and dripped from the hair-covered lips into the matted hair of his belly. His balls pressed tightly against her exposed clitoris, causing her body to jerk convulsively forward, burying the rod in her madly sucking mouth to the hilt. It too exploded, flooding her throat with the delicious pungent liquid, her cheeks expanded like a balloon to keep from choking on the great gushes that spurted without stopping deep into her throat. She swallowed in hungry crazed gulps fastening her lips like an elastic ring tightly around the ejaculating rod, fearful of losing even a drop of the precious fluid. Small droplets ran from the corners of her mouth as he collapsed in front of her and his deflated penis flopped lifelessly from her still sucking mouth, thin narrow sticky strings of cum hung from her lips connected still to the deflated cock several inches away.
She screwed her buttocks back tightly against the still squirting cock in her cunt and with a scream from between clenched teeth felt her own body explode into what seemed a thousand tiny sparks. Her strength was suddenly gone and she collapsed on the bed as the cock slipped limply from her drenched pussy, gushes of cool air rushed refreshingly into the unplugged opening.
Time, after that, became meaningless and merged into a blur of strange and different cocks, fucking her as they would and where they would. Jean was beyond emotion. Her body still reacted with orgasm to several of the more inventive males that bent her to their will but her strength was gone and she followed mechanically the directions Shalla would scream at her when she lagged in her duties to the clients.
"Get those legs up! Move that ass! Suck harder!"
She was nothing now but a robot at his command and weakly moved her limbs to comply with his shouts.
Many long hours later, the room was finally emptied and she fell into a deep exhausted sleep on the soiled sticky mattress that was forever to be her shame.