Ellen turned where she sat on the mattress next to Billy's chair, and saw him glare at the vanquished, miserable form across from them with a contemptuous condescending look. He seemed to have no sympathy whatsoever, no pity for the girl at all, and Ellen sensed it was because he foresaw an equally harsh fate awaiting him tomorrow. He had struck her as colder than the others from the first, but she had never seen him so aloof, and she was glad – for some reason she didn't understand – that he seemed to have a special fondness for her.
Or, at least, he had seemed to before, but now she wasn't so sure.
The gang leader had sunk into an angry mood of depression since the well-dressed stranger had arrived and made him look like such a fool in front of the others whom he was already having problems bending to his leadership. Ellen knew that, in this horrible frame of mind he was in now, he would make great demands on her, and she was more frightened of him than she had ever been before. But she would exert every ounce of her energy and concentration to satisfy those demands no matter how perverted or gross – and to please him so as not to lose her position of favor with him. The other fate of being thrown to the others, and particularly Vito, was inconceivably worse.
"Uuuuuuhhhhhh."
Ellen's attention shifted abruptly back to the girl on the floor. Sylvia moaned in a low incoherent voice through her daze of pain and began to move her limbs tentatively as though to see if they still worked. She seemed to be coming slowly back to life, and gradually she opened her eyes and lifted a limp arm to her forehead to push back her wildly tousled jet black hair. She managed to raise herself painfully onto one elbow from where she stared hard at Billy and Ellen, glaring at them both with a look of implacable hatred.
"You picked that bitch, Billy. Well, alright! You take her," she spoke in a faint cracked voice. "But you better enjoy her before I get her, cause I'm gonna cut her to tiny shreds."
Chills ran the full length of Ellen's spine as the girl's bitter eyes seemed to pierce through her. Sylvia slowly pulled herself up to a sitting position on the floor and then wobbled onto her knees like a drunken woman. Ellen looked at her tottering, unsteady figure and only then realized the full sensual beauty of the girl for the first time. She was much taller than Ellen and possessed an arrogant animalistic sense of assurance even in her present battered condition. Her shoulders were broad and supported enormous widely-spaced breasts with large dark pink nipples like the petals of flowers. She created an illusion of strength and delicacy at the same time, and her sliver of a waist blossomed out over wide womanly hipbones to the roundness of her firmly fleshed buttocks. Her lithe, strong looking limbs and flashing eyes reminded Ellen of a cat that was about to pounce, and Ellen shuddered as she considered what might happen to her once the girl did get her strength back. Her pride had suffered a disastrous blow and, though there was nothing the girl could do to retrieve her lost status, Ellen sensed she would do everything for revenge on the person she considered responsible. And that person was Ellen! Instinctively, the young blonde hostage found herself glancing frantically at Billy for protection. He was her single bulwark of security in this depraved chaotic world against the rejected and angry girlfriend.
Ellen began trembling in spite of herself and moved closer to the gang leader. Her fearfully trembling hand shook his arm as though to alarm him to the impending danger. She cringed behind his chair until he was directly positioned between her and the infuriated girl, seeking vengeance. Her mind grew almost frantic with fear again, and she realized she would beg or humiliate herself in any way that he required for his strength and protection. She had to, there was no one else to turn to.
Billy had been drinking heavily and he chuckled out loud as he felt the blonde bitch tugging in panic on his arm. She was in a position of complete dependence on him now, he knew it, and she knew it! He hadn't planned for Sylvia's wrath to drive the girl to him, but now that it had happened he wasn't too surprised. He had known from the beginning that he couldn't lose in his desire to totally possess her, it was just a matter of the particular circumstances that would drive her to him. If it hadn't been this, it would have been something else, probably Vito.
As it was, he was satisfied. No matter how it had happened. The young blonde girl was now groveling at his feet and tugging at his arm as though he were her absolute last hope in life – trembling like a frightened little wild animal in sheer terror of what could and would happen to her if the humiliated Sylvia ever got her hands on her. And she was correct in her fear! He knew what Sylvia was capable of doing to another female if she ever got the opportunity; it had taken 197 stitches to close the knife wounds on that Puerto Rican girl. But she wasn't getting the opportunity. No, he would take the blonde girl to bed with him tonight, and Sylvia would have more than her hands full as soon as she was alone with the others. They would be even rougher with her than they had been with the blonde bitch, but that was all right. Finding oneself at the whims of others seemed to be the order of the moment. He realized that he, too, was at the behest of the arrogant stranger, just like Sylvia was at his command. If things didn't go well he would pay for the miscalculations just as Sylvia was suffering for her miscalculation of not leveling with him about laying around town while he was behind bars. Still, though, his decision to toss her to that little bastard Vito had been made in a moment of anger. He wished he hadn't done it, but there was nothing he could do about it now, and it seemed to fit in with this new incomprehensible system of justice.
The only thing left for him to do was to enjoy himself, and he planned to enjoy this night, probably his last night in the United States, with Ellen to the fullest. He would take from her all she had to give and more besides. Last night he had heard her shrieking out her wild orgasms; she was a hot little fuck, even if she didn't know it herself yet. Yes, he would put her through all the paces he could think of, and he wasn't going to let this tenderness he seemed to momentarily feel for her get in the way of his pleasure. It had been a long time since he had felt this gentleness toward anyone and it bothered him. There wasn't any way to consider it but utter sentimental weakness and he meant to overcome it. In fact, it would be dangerous for him if he started thinking like that.
Still, though, last night it had almost torn him apart when he had laid in the other room and listened to her screaming and fighting impossibly against the greater strength of his underlings when the men had taken her. Then her screams had turned to moans, then mewls, then shrieking encouragement to "fuck harder"! It had been humiliating for her, he guessed, but there was nothing he could have done about it. He had offered her as prize in the crap game and hadn't considered the possibility of himself losing. Well, he had lost her, and once that had happened there was nothing he could have done for her. She'd had to eat her humble pie just like he'd had to this afternoon with the man and Sylvia was doing now. Still, maybe tonight the blonde girl would get with it and really enjoy it; after all, he was prepared to be gentle as long as she wanted him to be gentle.
His attention suddenly jerked back to the brutal present with the tightening of Ellen's hand on his arm once again. He started when her fingers grasped his hairy forearm in a tight pinch, and he looked back in time to see the homicidal Sylvia swaying on her feet towards Ellen with her face contorted in an unbelievable look of venomous hatred and anger. The tall brunette tottered on her shaking legs and her arms swooped out in front of her unsteady body as though she were about to pounce on the crouching Ellen, then she did exactly that…
"Catch her, Cash," Billy shouted quickly, trying to fend off the suddenly attacking Rex who thought Sylvia was coming at his master.
Cash jumped forward, intercepting Sylvia in her wild lurch towards Ellen, and clenched his powerful arms in a vise-like grip around her nakedly supple shoulders and neck. Sylvia tottered out of balance for a moment in mid-air, then fell back against Cash's chest, her falling weight sliding down his front until her bare buttocks hit the floor. She lay at his feet totally naked and helpless, and stared vacantly at the rough plank flooring. There was no fight left in her now at all and she covered her face with her hands, beginning to sob uncontrollably as she realized her attack on Ellen had only succeeded in speeding her ravishment by another one of the men.
Cash grabbed her by the arms and dragged her like a dead horse over to another chair. Then he sat on the chair and grinned down at her, enjoying the spectacle of her kneeling naked like a slave at his feet. He, too, had grown tired of her haughty airs and flirtatious looks that were really meant to mock him, since she knew as well as he that Billy would kill him if he ever touched her. Well, she had lost her protector! He had wondered for too long what her full soft lips would look like warmly ovalled around his long white cock, and he was about to find out now.
He was about to find out just exactly how it would feel to shoot his hot stream of impatient cum down that long swan-like throat. He would spew it into her until her adam's apple bobbed up and down as she gulped it into her to keep from choking. The thought of his heatedly pulsating hardness wormed between those untouchable lips that had scorned him before, goaded his organ into a rock-like rigidness that jerked painfully against his pants. He bent over, a lewd grin on his face, and with the thumb and forefinger of his right hand pulled her lower lip tight between his fingers, enjoying her look of startled horror. He pulled the full fleshy lip out, studying its soft pink undersides, and relished the obscene feeling of power it gave him to watch her beautiful young face as it dawned on her what he meant to do to her.
Ellen froze. She could not move and her heart raced in total sympathy for the girl who strained her head backwards, the cords in her neck standing out, trying to escape the teasing fingers in her mouth. The men were heaping more and more humiliations upon her. They would not stop. The blonde hostage knew that the girl was an avowed enemy and that Sylvia would hurt and maim her without thoughts of mercy or hesitation if she got the chance. Ellen also knew that she was lucky it was Sylvia there so nakedly prostrate at the man's knees and not her. But she couldn't help identifying completely with the tall brunette for this was what had happened to her last night when Cash had brutally raped her vagina at the same time the grossly fat Pops had raped her virginal mouth.
"What ya movin' back for?" Cash chuckled down to the once-haughty girl kneeling at his feet. "Ya know it ain't gonna do ya no good, and ya might as well enjoy it."
Billy's former girlfriend began trembling visibly beneath him, and her sudden obvious display of fear signaled clearly to everyone in the shabby room that she knew Cash was right and that she was hopelessly cornered.
Then, even as Ellen watched in sympathy, the trembling ceased, and the gang girl regained her almost arrogant sense of animal-like composure. The piteous expression on her face was replaced by a fatalistic acceptance as she realized it was useless to continue to resist Cash or the demands of the men that would follow. Anyway, nothing could be as bad as what she had already gone through, nothing could equal the shame and humiliation of lying wide and open under weasel-like little sadist, Vito, and feeling his depraved sperm ricocheting around in every inch of her belly.
No… there was no hope whatever of escape from her defenseless position. Billy was not going to help her, and she might as well do everything she could to please the men and get them on her side for later… when she sought her revenge on that blonde bitch who had taken her man away.
Yes, it was Ellen's fault that Sylvia was now in this degrading and shameful position before the men that she wouldn't have stooped to spit on under ordinary circumstances. Ellen had taken her protector away from her and stolen the position that Sylvia had always possessed, and now she was utterly helpless and vulnerable before Billy's men. But she would get even, she would make Ellen suffer each indignity she was going through herself now. What Sylvia had to fuck, Ellen would fuck. What Sylvia had to suck, Ellen would suck. She would make that bitch go through everything she'd had to and more… and then she'd fix her so no man would ever want her again… maybe even perform a little plastic surgery on her – the same kind that was used on the Puerto Rican bitch Alicia, "Titless Alicia", they called her now.
Then Sylvia's thoughts of sweet revenge abruptly faded as she saw the hungry expression on the faces of Cash and Pop… and Vito again. Her fear returned as she recalled how she had mocked and teased each of the men, and something about their cruelly glinting eyes made her realize how completely aware they were of the disdain and scorn she'd always had for them. There wasn't a one, not even Pop, that she hadn't led on with promising glances and then dropped with a mocking laugh, or that she could count on now not to take full revenge on her and put her through all she had coyly hinted at when she had been teasing them. There would be no mercy for her, and now that her time had come, she knew she would get it good and hard, right down her screaming throat… just like so many other women she'd seen brutally gang fucked in the past.
"That's right," Cash hissed down at her suddenly submissive form. "Part of playing the game is losing. You've got to know how to lose. And, baby, you just lost. Did you ever!"
Sylvia's glance shot up to Cash, her eyes burning in a reflection of her inner fear and contempt for him, but she didn't speak or move a single one of her sleekly velvet muscles. Instead, her face turned into a kind of mask, a death mask – expressionless and totally immobile – as though she had suddenly thrown a switch which had shut off all feelings, both mental and physical. Cash bent down and cupped his hands over her large nakedly swinging breasts, and she remained still, looking like a statue of a Greek Aphrodite with only a slight quivering of her nostrils belying the anger and revulsion building deep inside her.
"I love a good loser," the stocky convict chortled, his voice becoming hoarse from his mounting excitement.
He ran his open palms over the full weight of her firmly rounded white breasts and then pulled with his thumbs and forefingers at the small pink nipples. The exposed buds quivered and throbbed into hardness at the squeezing pressure of his harsh touch. His breath deepened and grew heavier with lewd desire, he was all too aware of the control he had over her and moved his hands with tortuous slowness down to the curving indentation of her small narrow waist. All the while, the tall brunette kneeled perfectly still; she was forced to let him do what he would with her.
"I ain't takin' no seconds," he murmured as though in explanation as he bent lower over her. "I ain't goin' to fuck you where Vito did. No, you're gonna take my prick in your sweet little mouth and suck it good."
Still, he let his hands roam slowly over the flatness of her firmly taut belly and then gradually moved to her sparse, kinky hair-covered pubic mound. He ran one outstretched finger between the swollen, tender-fleshed cuntal lips into the warm steaming slit still wet and slippery from the repeated gushes of heatedly thick sperm Vito had spewed into her a short while ago. Sylvia began trembling again, and Cash smiled confidently as he continued his probing exploration. A low helpless groan escaped from between her tightly clenched teeth when his finger slid mockingly over the straining little bud of her clitoris.
His arms swung out suddenly, and he harshly grabbed at the quivering white cheeks of her full firm ass. Sylvia jerked and squealed as he stretched the damp crevice between her buttocks wide and searched with the tip of his extended middle finger for her tiny, tightly puckered anus. Suddenly, he found the cringing opening, and she jumped forward, almost crawling up his chest, to escape the first unexpected pain. The stocky convict ignored her squeal of protest and pressed hard, feeling the brown starred orifice give a little, and then suddenly the tight elastic anal ring gave way completely, and his finger slid in up to the first knuckle joint.
Sylvia was struggling again now with every ounce of energy that she possessed in an attempt to escape the cruelly digging finger screwing into her buttocks. She pulled and pushed with all her strength at his arm that circled around her, but the movement merely increased the searing pain.
"You're hurting me," she yelled, pounding on his chest with her fists.
Cash turned his head and grinned down again at her naked young body quivering so helplessly on his single finger. He screwed it in deeper and his nail caught the flesh momentarily in her rectum, scraping her. She jerked and squealed again. Cash grinned from ear to ear obviously enjoying her pain and torment. The sight of the supple flesh of her curvaceous body kneeling vulnerably beneath him incited his lust even more. He gasped as he took in her large breasts dangling on each side of his legs, those same fantastic breasts that he had eyed in sacred lust so many times in the past. He wondered how they would look jerking and dancing below her pumping torso as she sucked the full length of his plunging cock buried deep in her warm, wetly clasping mouth. By God, he'd shove it all the way down to her fucking tonsils when the moment came, he thought, feeling the pressure growing in his balls.
Sylvia had discovered that the burning pain in her rectum diminished to a low throbbing hurt when she didn't move, and now she knelt before him in statue-like submission. She tried to forget her present anguish and humiliation and concentrated instead on what she would do to the little blonde bitch when she got her hands on her. And she knew that she would sooner or later. She would keep her mouth closed and not say anything more against the girl; and in a matter of hours she would find herself alone with the girl. Then she would make the bitch suffer all the degradation she was going through now. It would be an easy matter to turn the other men on the girl, and if they weren't around… well, she would enjoy slowly slicing her beauty into ugly little pieces. She knew she was stronger than the girl, her mind raced on in her anger and hate.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the rasping sound of a zipper being pulled open. She moaned deep in her throat and her eyes shadowed in disgust and revulsion as Cash's free hand struggled with the opening of his pants.
"I can see you're real anxious," he chided gleefully. "But we ain't gonna hurry. No, we got lot's a time."
He lifted his buttocks slightly from the chair, his outstretched middle finger still wormed securely in the deepest recesses of her defenseless rectum, and tugged his pants down his hairy abdomen. They caught for a moment at the bulging obstacle of his now fully erect penis and then, suddenly freed, his massively throbbing cock jumped straight out from his belly.
"Pull the pants down my legs," he grunted happily at her look of dismay. "I want to give you lots of room to work with."
Sylvia complied after a second's hesitation and pulled his trousers down his heavy legs until they were bunched in a disordered heap around his ankles. Her head reeled at the sight of his pulsating blood-engorged penis cleaving out from his belly, and the sperm-inflated sac of his balls squashed against the seat of the chair. She fought the urge to slam them with her closed fist. But the gang girl knew better than to resist now, and she focused instead on the revenge she would seek later when she had the advantage. She flinched but didn't protest as Cash's free hand began to roam in wild excitement over every inch of her nakedly exposed torso that kneeled in a position of lewd subservience before him.
Cash's eyes moved gloatingly over the voluptuous curves that had been denied him for so long but were now hovering beneath him like a pagan making a sacrificial offering. His hand harshly kneaded her firm globular breasts, her resiliently rounded ass cheeks, and the smooth soft flesh at the curve of her sleek upper thighs until he could stand no longer the maddening torture building deep in his balls.
Suddenly, and without any prior warning, his hand tangled in her hair and pulled Sylvia's sensually beautiful young face closer to his jutting groin. Her eyes widened at the full view of his impatiently pulsing penis with its mighty sac of sperm-bloated testicles only scant inches in front of her. Her mouth tightened in revulsion as his free hand circled around the long thick cock and gradually pulled the heavy foreskin back, exposing the red bulbous head. The stocky convict shifted closer and Sylvia closed her eyes as he began moving the thick blunt hardness over her upturned face. She began trembling again in shame and humiliation as she felt it rub like a red-hot poker over her cheeks and around the edges of her tightly closed mouth.
Ellen's skin turned beet red in embarrassment for the girl who was forced to remain on her knees before the man and forced to feel his throbbing hardness rub over the softness of her face as his thick finger began to fuck rapidly in and out of her defenselessly puckering little rectum.
"Aaaaaaaargh," the tall brunette moaned in pain as the finger began skewering ever more violently into the sensitive spongy depths of her anus.
"Open your mouth," Cash commanded with a lewd grin on his face. Sylvia hesitated a moment, and his hands tightened painfully in her silky black hair, pulling the skin back from her temples.
Ellen's eyes widened in horror at the terrifying scene of humiliation and torture rapidly building into utter depravity and animalism before her unbelieving eyes. Had this been the way she looked last night when Pop had fucked in and out of her mouth?
Cash began groaning now, foul obscenities spewing from his contorted lips as he roughly shoved the girl's face deep into his groin. He spread his heavy thighs and the girl's entire head seemed to sink into the hairy depths surrounding his testicles. His hand, tangling painfully in the jet black hair, guided her wetly parted lips over the fleshy, swollen sac of his balls dangling down between his widespread legs, then slowly forced her face down the inner sides of his eagerly trembling thighs.
Then abruptly, as though he could stand his own cruel torturing no longer, he ripped the finger from her anus and, with both hands free now, yanked her head roughly by the hair until her face was once again poised directly over his long violently throbbing cock. Without further hesitation, he gruffly thrust his loins forward and groaned when the warm moistness of her open mouth closed over the sensitive head of his pulsating hardness.
"Now suck my cock, baby," he swallowed deeply above the girl haunched over his loins. "Suck it good and hard, and I'll give you a present."
Slowly the girl began to nibble in fear of the further pain and humiliation that would come to her if she refused him. Ellen watched the lewd effects of the gang girl's efforts play over Cash's face as the convict felt the first moist firm pull of Sylvia's lips over his cock, then the warm suction when she slowly lifted her head and let his long member slide wetly through the tightly clasping insides of her mouth. An involuntary whimper of dismay and shame escaped from Ellen's lips as the scene brought back lewd memories of the previous night and her own mouth working obscenely over Pop's stiffened penis in the same utter helplessness. The sight of Sylvia sucking away, coupled with her own memories, caused a momentary twitch in Ellen's suddenly moistening vagina. Vague, dimly felt echoes of her repeated orgasms rippled faintly through her loins, and quickly she forced herself to begin thinking of other things.
"C'mon, baby, c'mon," Cash grunted fiercely and pulled maliciously at her hair. "Suck harder, harder… suck Goddamn you! Ahhhh, that's more like it, you beautiful little cocksucker. Ahhhh…"
Sylvia's head began a rapid bobbing rhythm and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder. The flesh of her tightly compressed lips pulled out grotesquely and clung to the long white trunk of his penis as she nibbled and licked, her frightened mind caught up in the task with all her concentration. The kneeling girl twirled her tongue around the moist stickiness of the blood-inflated head on each outstroke, and the nerve-tingling lick made the cock tip throb and jerk so that the entire long column seemed to grow rapidly right before Ellen's eyes.
"Don't stop, keep sucking like that, keep sucking!" he gasped to the tortured girl who slaved dutifully below him, her body glistening from the tiny droplets of sweat that began to form over her skin.
The gasping-in-pleasure convict's hands tangled tighter in Sylvia's long black hair, and he began to convulsively ram his massive male hardness farther and farther down her throat. He bent his head slightly to the side in order to watch her contorted face. The profile of his hardened shaft sawed rhythmically in and out of her wetly ovalled mouth and disappeared with each vicious inward thrust he made until only a little stretch of it showed white and glistening as it lewdly protruded from between her lips.
Ellen twisted her hands nervously around the back rungs of Billy's chair and watched helplessly. She prayed desperately that the gang's attention wouldn't suddenly return to her in the terrible heat of passion that they had all worked themselves into from watching Sylvia's dancing torso, her naked young breasts jerking and swaying lewdly as her mouth pumped up and down over Cash's still erect cock. Pop hovered anxiously around the couple, his eyes gleaming in obscene anticipation while he waited his turn with the haughty fallen queen of the gang and Vito leaned against the wall, stroking his own once again hardened cock between both of his hands at the same time. Ellen glanced up at Billy, a silent plea for protection in her eyes, but he looked at her impassively, then turned back to watch the obscene spectacle. She found herself hoping that he would take her to his room soon, just as he had said he was going to do at the beginning of the horrible evening. The blonde hostage knew from his rapid breathing and bulging pants that he was excited from watching the cruel assault on Sylvia and that he would do terrible things to her and expect her to do disgusting things to him. No matter how disgusting, though, she would do it because it would get her safely out of the room and away from the wantonly perverted scene that threatened to make her sick at any moment. No, nothing could be as bad as this, even submitting to Billy's whims.
Cash groaned and thrust his loins forward involuntarily as the naked young brunette kneeled before him like a lowly slave. Sylvia could feel the spongy heated head rub the full length of her tongue before embedding itself deep in her throat, and could taste and smell the sharp pungent flavor and odor of the tiny droplets of seminal fluid that seeped from the tip of his cock in his rising excitement. But she didn't think about what was about to happen; she considered instead the cruel and bizarre punishments she would mete out when she got her hands on the rotten blonde bitch who was responsible for this. Her thoughts returned to the task at hand only when Cash's hands pushed her wetly clinging mouth down harder on the long hard cock screwing so mercilessly into her face.
She began sucking to end it, her head bobbing like a cork in the stormy seas over his maniacally pumping loins. She sucked demon-like, swishing her tongue with a vengeance now around and around the throbbing head sliding in and out of her widely ovalled lips – wanting him to cum and get it over with. Her mouth was full of saliva and she hollowed the smooth wet insides on the outstroke and expanded them on the instroke, allowing her hot breath to race over the air cooled trunk with a maddening rhythm. Cash's semen-laden balls beat a staccato rhythm against her upturned young chin, and the saliva-matted curly blonde pubic hair covering his lower stomach brushed against her face with frantic thrust for release.
Cash's desire mounted with the lewd power he now had over the girl who submissively accepted his cock's violent plunges into her mouth and even matched them with a driving, sucking vengeance of her own. He clasped his palms tight against her ears and enjoyed the way she tightened her lips and increased the speed of her movement even more, as though she would do anything to appease him. He wanted to spurt his hot cum all the way down her throat and into that white little belly of hers until she burst. He wanted to debase and completely humiliate this smart-ass little prick-tease for all the times she had deliberately tormented him when she was under Billy's protection.
Now Billy's presence magnified his pleasure because he knew it made Sylvia's predicament that much more shameful and degrading. She was sucking voraciously on Cash's rapidly expanding cock while both she and he knew that Billy himself was watching. All the men were watching the way he had brought Sylvia to her knees and forced the former girlfriend of their leader to work to please him like the lowest of prostitutes. He watched her lick and suck on his thickly thrusting cock, and as the image transcribed itself obscenely on his brain, he felt the pressure growing in his balls… and he knew it wouldn't be much longer now. He could hardly wait for the moment when he spewed his white hot stream of cum in rushing gushes into her mouth and forced her to swallow it down that pretty little throat of hers.
The nakedly kneeling brunette's head bobbed wildly now in her desperation, and he felt the unbearable pressure building – building deep in his impatiently pulsating balls. It felt like he was sitting on a ticking time bomb that was about to go off. There could be no more waiting, something had to give before he exploded in a thousand different directions. Then he felt his erupting sperm begin its mad race up the long length of his insanely jerking cock.
The moment was now!
He gasped and his lips bared back over his teeth as though he were being tortured by fire. His head fell back and he arched his loins up into her slavering young face, tangling his hands cruelly in her hair and holding her head tight against his loins while he rammed his long exploding shaft into the tight warm softness between her tongue and the roof of her sucking mouth. He groaned over and over again, and a low guttural sound started from deep in his chest as he pushed the wildly jerking penis all the way down to her tonsils. His hands pressed hard against her cheeks so that her mouth tightened while he convulsively fucked his lust-hardened cock deeper and deeper into her mouth.
Then he felt his cum spewing out thick heated streams into the soft sanctity of her wet young mouth. Gush after gush of the white hot sperm bloated her cheeks outward with each bullet-like squirt and she swallowed frantically to keep from choking… gasping and gagging at his thrusting loins. His hands tangled in her hair and held her warmly ovalled mouth tight to the emptying cock while he shot the last of his heated load deep into the confines of her still sucking mouth and until every last drop of the warm sticky sperm had been nibbled from his rapidly deflating hardness.
The flaccid penis slipped slowly with a wet sucking sound from the girl's mouth, but her throat continued to tighten and untighten, swallowing in great desperate gulps in an effort to clear her mouth and throat of his warm pungent sperm.
Ellen was so overwhelmed and transfixed by the horrible and depraved spectacle of Cash cumming in the girl's mouth that she hadn't even noticed Billy's hand roaming familiarly over her back and softly curved buttocks from where she sat next to him. But suddenly her attention reeled back to her own vulnerable situation when she heard him rise from the chair and felt his hands cup under her arms to pull her to a standing position. She began trembling in fear, but didn't struggle as Billy, incited by the lewdly obscene performance, began leading her across the floor to his room and the long night of submission that awaited her. Sylvia's challenge to Billy's authority had provided for Ellen only a temporary respite, she realized with dreading full awareness now, and once again it was her turn to be used as a sex slave as she had been last night. Except that now there was just Billy, whereas last night there had been three, and she made up her mind to cooperate as best she could so as not to lose this advantage, as small and pitiful as it was. She allowed Billy to lead her down the hall to his room, hearing behind her the sounds of Sylvia whimpering as the grossly fat Pop prepared to take his turn at her.