Kay lay naked and panting on the mossy ground, her face sticky and wet with Mel's spunk, her bruised cunt leaking Rick's thick jism. She wept with shame. Once again, in spite of all her resolutions, she'd let her lust carry her away. It didn't seem to matter what awful, dirty things they did to her, she still managed to get turned on.
"Let's get out of here," said Rick. "She's getting to be a bore."
"But we'll see her again, won't we?" said Mel. "I mean, we don't wanta give up a good thing."
"Sure, we'll see her tomorrow," said Rick, "but I'm gonna think up something new for us to do to her. I get tired of the same old thing."
The same old thing! Kay shuddered. If it didn't amuse him to have two boys fuck her at once, to screw both her mouth and her cunt, whit would amuse him? She didn't want to find out.
The boys hurried off, leaving her alone in the quiet forest clearing. Sobbing, she gathered up her wrinkled and torn clothing from where the gang had tossed it. She was pale and shaken, but her mind was working feverishly. She had to get out of this nightmarish situation, and she had to do it soon, if she wanted to keep her sanity and her self-respect.
The next day Kay decided to stay late at work, in hopes of discouraging the gang. She dismissed Danny early and settled down at her desk with some paperwork. But she didn't get much work done. Her thoughts kept straying to her dilemma, to the terrible choice she had to make – whether to give up her hard-earned career and leave town, or to remain and be Rick's sex-slave forever. She came to no decision. Both choices seemed impossible.
It got to be dinnertime, and the sun was going down, but Kay wasn't hungry. She decided to work until dark. Then she'd go home, have a few stiff drinks, and try to get some sleep. Sleep had a way of solving problems, clearing the mind.
The door of the library opened, and Rick and his gang walked in.
Kay gawked at them, going pale and cold. She'd never imagined that they'd have the nerve to approach her here.
"The night watchman is in the hall," she said coldly. "If you don't leave, I'll call him."
Mel tittered, that shrill sound of sadistic amusement that always chilled her blood. "We talked him into takin' a real long coffee break," he said. "Amazin' what five bucks'll do."
Kay believed him. Homer, the night watchman, had sworn he was off booze, a reformed man, when he was hired, but sometimes when she worked late, she'd smelled liquor on his breath when she bade him good night. She had no doubt that Homer would be delighted to take Friday night off with five dollars to spend at the tavern.
She began to shiver.
"Please," she said, trying to keep her voice calm, "leave me alone, just this one night. I need to rest, to think. You have girl friends, you can go out with them…"
"But they don't put out the way you do, baby," said Rick. "We don't want no little girls. We want a real woman. And we ain't never gonna leave you alone. How many times I gotta tell you? You belong to us. You gotta be ready, anytime. And we want you now."
They began moving towards her. Rick had a savage angry look on his face, but the others were grinning. Mel was practically drooling in sadistic delight, and Terry's freckled face was flushed with horny anticipation. Kris was smiling slightly, his dark-blue eyes focused on the jutting curve of her big tits under her prim cotton suit.
Kay stood up quickly. She had to buy time. If she had time to think, she might be able to get away.
"Not here," she said. "Homer might come back, or someone might walk in on us. Let's go to my house."
"Uh-uh," said Rick. "I locked the door, so nobody's gonna get in. Besides, I like the idea of making it in the library. It's time somebody put it to good use. You might as well cooperate, baby. There's no way you're gonna get out of it."
She knew it. She believed it, yet something in her rebelled. She had to fight these monsters, at least make the attempt, otherwise she'd lose all respect for herself. She couldn't just give in.
Kay started backing away from her desk, keeping her eyes on the approaching gang. If she could slip into the stacks, she might be able to circle back and get out the door.
Kay kicked her chair out of the way and ducked behind the nearest shelf of books.
"Get her!" Rick shouted.
Kay ran down the aisles between the stacks, kept changing her route. Her high heels were making too much noise, so she kicked them off. She heard the boys thundering after her, panting, calling to each other. From the racket they were making, she could tell just where they were, and it wasn't too hard to dodge them. Her heart began to lighten. If she got away, she could go to a motel for the night, and they'd never find her. She darted around a shelf and saw the door of the library, unguarded. Almost laughing in triumph, she made for it.
"Aaaggghhh!"
With a savage cry, meant to terrify her, Kris leaped from his hiding place near the door. Kay was paralyzed with horror, and before she could move, the muscular blond boy had her in an unbreakable grasp.
"I got her!" he shouted.
The other boys came running out of the stacks.
Rick confronted her in a savage fury and raised his hand to strike her – but Terry seized him and pulled him back.
"Hey, man," Terry panted, "no need for that. We got her, she ain't gonna get away. I don't want that pretty face messed up. She'd be no fun to fuck."
Rick shrugged off the redhead's hold. "All right," he snarled, "but I think she oughta be punished. She's gotta learn not to try to get away."
"Well, you can think of some punishment for her," Mel said, grinning significantly, "only it don't have to be hittin' her. Get what I mean?"
Rick grinned evilly. "Yeah, I get it. And I thought you were dumb."
The swarthy gang-leader strolled over to Kay's massive walnut desk.
"Here's where she sits all day," he said sarcastically, "telling guys to shut up, making 'em read boring books, acting like she was a queen or something. I think this is a good place to punish her. Bring her over here."
Kris hustled Kay over to her desk, pushing her along effortlessly.
"Get that rope from the car," Rick said to Terry, who scurried off. "Strip her," he said to Mel and Kris.
Kay didn't resist, only sobbed helplessly as the two grinning boys roughly pulled off her clothes. Her career had meant everything to her, and now that, too, was going to be defiled by these hoods.
They were going to rape her right here in the library, at her own desk!
She'd never be able to sit there again without thinking of it, without remembering her shame and humiliation. She vowed then and there to leave town. She couldn't stomach it any more, couldn't endure being the gang's despised plaything. As soon as she got away from them, she'd leave…
Terry returned with the rope and watched as Kris and Mel finished undressing her. They tugged down her pink lacy panties and left her naked and weeping. Rough hands fumbled with her big trembling tits, the tender hairs of her snatch, and the boys laughed raucously. But as usual Rick got impatient and wanted to get down to business.
"Get her up on the desk," he ordered. "On her back."
There were a few items on her desk, and he swept them onto the floor with a crash. Kay cried out in protest, but strong arms lifted her onto the cold hard desktop and held her there.
"Now tie her," said Rick.
Kay wept in tenor as the boys tied her wrists and ankles to the legs of the desk. She was securely tied, unable to move, her long legs spread ludicrously wide. Never had she felt so helpless with the gang. No matter what they did to her, she couldn't escape, couldn't fight back.
Rick walked around to stand between her wide-spread legs, ogling her exposed pussy. He saw the light fringe of black hairs surrounding her scarlet slit, the tiny flesh-finger of her clit, and the recessed mouth of her dry cunt. He was still furious about her attempted escape, and he wanted to punish her in a way that she'd never forget, a way that would thoroughly humiliate and shame her.
He reached out and seized her tiny red clit between his thumb and forefinger, teasing and tweaking the little fleshy organ. In spite of herself, Kay felt instant pleasure. She couldn't resist having her passion-bud played with. She blushed hotly and closed her eyes against the grinning circle of boys, but she couldn't prevent the gradual moistening and warming of her pussy as Rick continued to play with her sensitive clit.
Kay gritted her teeth and desperately willed her cunt to be numb, to feel nothing, but it was no use. Her ever-greedy clit had a will of its own. It thoroughly enjoyed Rick's wicked finger-play, and it swelled into taut, throbbing life as he stroked and tweaked it. Rick felt the hot juice seeping from her aroused pussy, and he sniggered.
"Her cunt's gettin' wet," he announced to his leering friends. "She likes that."
"I know something she'll like even better," said Mel eagerly.
"Oh, yeah?" said Rick. "What's that, genius?"
"Just let me at her," said Mel, his watery blue eyes glinting behind his thick glasses. "I'll show you."
"Okay," said Rick, "but make it good."
He stepped out of the way, and Mel took his place at the end of the desk, between Kay's widely stretched legs. The other boys crowded close to see what he did.
Mel half reclined on the desk, resting his chest there, and poked his sweaty face between Kay's tender thighs. She felt his clammy moist skin and shuddered. His hot wet breath farmed her exposed pussy.
"Hey, man!" Terry giggled. "What you gonna do – eat her cunt?"
"That's right," giggled Mel. "I always wanted a taste of pussy."
"I don't go for giving head to a chick," Rick said, sneering. "But if it turns you on, go ahead."
The idea obviously turned Mel on. Kay could see shiny spit gathering at the corners of his mouth as he thrust his head into her steamy snatch. Her body lurched sharply in repulsion as she felt his sweaty face between her thighs. Her repugnance vanished quickly, however, when she felt Mel's rough wet tongue making scalding contact with the tiny, hot bud of her clit.
He started to lick and tickle her little pleasure-button with the very tip of his tongue, and Kay felt incredibly delicious sensations streaking through her cunt, turning her on fantastically.
Mel lapped greedily at her sensitive little clit, his hot saliva dripping onto her tender red bud and adding perversely to her pleasure.
Kay's body writhed with helpless pleasure, and it was all she could do to stifle her cries of sensual bliss. In spite of herself, her cunt contracted ant spewed out a flood of salty juice that drenched Mel's face. He giggled shrilly and smacked his lips loudly. He apparently enjoyed the taste of her pussy-cream, for he began lapping it up as fast as it flowed from her aroused twat. That, too, felt delicious to Kay, his fat rough tongue licking hungrily around the pulsing mouth of her horny cunt. She hated herself for it, but she was hotly aroused, desperate for more of his wicked pussy-lapping.
Mel suddenly fastened his wet lips on the stiff little bud of her clit and began sucking the tiny organ like crazy. It was too much for Kay. Violent waves of pleasure washed over her lush body, and she couldn't help crying out.
"Ohhhh!" she wailed. "Ahhh! Ahhhh!"
Rick almost spat in his disgust. "Shit," he said, "she likes that. She likes ol' Mel slobbering all over her pussy."
"She sure as hell does," said Terry, who was leaning close to observe the action. "Her cunt's creaming all over his face."
Kris, as usual, said nothing, only watched intently. Kay was sure that some evil idea was forming in his mind. She couldn't worry about it too much just then. Her body was racked with blinding pleasure, and her only instinct was to get more sweet friction from Mel's busy tongue, to strive for the release of orgasm as he sucked ravenously on her hot little clit.
She moaned hoarsely and arched her lush body, helplessly feeding him her greedy little cunt. She began to pant and wail as she spun deliciously closer to release.
"Stop!" said Rick.
Mel jerked his soaked face out of Kay's drenched, steamy pussy. "Huh?" he said.
"Stop," said Rick. "She was digging it too much. I don't want her to come. She's getting punished, remember?"
"Oh, my God!" moaned Kay. She was being punished, all right. Her aroused pussy craved more of Mel's delicious tongue-fucking. She needed to come so badly, she could have screamed with frustration.
Mel grinned. "Oh, I get it." He wiped his sticky face with the back of his hand and took off his glasses to clean them. "Now what're you gonna do?" he asked Rick.
"We'll get her hot again," Rick said, warming to his sadistic plan. "Kris and Terry can do whatever they want to her – only don't let her come."
"Shit, I hope it's okay if we come," said Terry, a little annoyed at his leader's bossiness.
"Come in her ear for all I care," snapped Rick, "but don't give her any satisfaction."
Kris hadn't said a word. He leaped nimbly onto the desk and straddled Kay's heaving tits, pinning her head with his knees. He unzipped his fly and gently coaxed out his painfully erect cock. Kay gawked at the swollen knob, the rigid blue-veined shaft, as he directed it towards her mouth.
"Eat my cock," he said. Then, to his buddies, "She sure as hell can't come this way."
Kay choked and sputtered as Kris forced his fat, swollen meat into her mouth. He jammed his prick all the way in, butting the back of her throat and making her gag. His strong salty pre-cum dribbled down her throat, adding to her repugnance, but she started sucking his rod, knowing she didn't dare displease him.
Kris sighed contentedly as he watched his pale dick being worked in and out of her wet warm mouth. He turned to Terry and said casually, "You can have her cunt if you want."
Terry grinned and leaped up onto the desk behind his friend. In moments he had his stiffly erect freckled prick out of his jeans. He knelt between Kay's grotesquely spread legs and directed his hot hard little rod into the wet mouth of her pussy.
Penetration was easy, not only because his cock was small, but because Kay had creamed furiously while Mel sucked her clit, and her aroused cunt was drenched and slippery. It was also scalding hot. Terry yelped with delight as he slid his cock into her twat-hole.
"Man, her cunt's like a furnace!" he exclaimed.
"Yeah, Mel got her hot," said Rick. "She wants it real bad. But don't let her come. Shoot your load fast and get out."
Bastard! Kay thought.
She needed Terry's rigid little dick, needed it badly, and hot waves of pleasure coursed through her body as the redhead began to fuck her fast and hard. She hardly noticed the ugly presence of Kris' swollen meat in her mouth. She went on sucking his dick mechanically, but her whole being was concentrated on Terry's deep-probing prick.
She intended to defy Rick, to achieve a climax before Terry could withdraw from her snatch. She thought it would be easy, for her hungry cunt was trembling on the very verge of a delicious orgasm. Terry's wonderfully hard little prick sawed and jabbed in her box, creating delicious hot friction, and Kay gurgled wetly around Kris' jabbing meat as she felt herself very near coming. This was one time when Rick wasn't going to win, she thought.
But just as the first tantalizing stings of climax touched her, Kris came, flooding her mouth with his sticky jism. It was unexpected, and it distracted her, forcing her to swallow the jetting bursts of jizz lest they choke her. And in that moment of distraction, Terry came, too, scalding her hungry cunt with his squirting boy-spunk. His rigid little cock quickly went limp and useless. Kay could have screamed with frustration.
"Nice work," Rick said as the two other boys crawled off her flushed body. The dark-eyed gang-leader walked closer to the desk and leered at Kay, who was writhing with unappeased lust, her pussy creaming in hot floods.
"You want it pretty bad, don't you, baby?" he taunted.
Kay only glared at him. She despised this sadistic creature. Rick suddenly reached between her legs and seized her cum-soaked little clit, tweaking it sharply between his thumb and forefinger. Blinding pleasure ripped through her body, and Kay moaned as the grinning hood massaged her little joy-button and brought her once more to the tantalizing edge of climax. Then he let go, leaving her shaken and yearning.
"You want it," he asserted again. "You want it really bad, don't you?"
"Yes, damn you, yes!" Kay screamed. Maybe a truthful answer would shut him up.
Rick laughed harshly. "Well, I'm a nice guy," he said. "Everybody knows that. I don't like to see you suffer, so I'll give it to you, doll. I'll make you come."
She wished it were anyone else but him, although even Rick would do. Anything with a stiff cock would do. She just had to get some relief from her aching horniness. Her hungry cunt contracted again and again, seeking friction, and her horny cream puddled out onto the hard desktop. She waited eagerly for Rick to mount her, to give her the hard, deep fucking she craved.
He only stood there grinning like an ape. "Yeah, baby," he said casually, "I know you're impatient. But I just remembered, my buddy Mel ain't got his yet. I want you to help him get his rocks off first."
Oh, God, not that monstrous prick in her throat again! Kay didn't think she could endure it.
Leering, almost drooling, pale Mel let down his pants and approached her, his mammoth cock waving stiff and heavy before him.
If she could just get that huge dick in her starving cunt instead of her mouth, it would solve all her problems. In desperation, Kay batted her thick dark eyelashes and said in a husky, inviting voice, "Why don't you ball me, Mel? That would be more fun."
"No way," the ugly blond boy tittered. "Like Rick said, you're being punished. No, I got a better idea than balling."
In her terrified imagination, Kay could already feel her throat stretched and stuffed, the horrible gagging sensation that would come when Mel forced his giant cock all the way into her protesting mouth.
She waited, weeping silently, but to her surprise Mel didn't try to feed her his stiff drooling meat. Instead he climbed onto the desk and straddled her quaking belly, not close enough to get his cock near her lips. Giggling insanely, Mel slid his hot hard prick between the quivering mounds of her big tits.
His sweaty hands cupped the big fleshy jugs and squeezed them close together, so that his rigid prick was sandwiched between silky mounds of white titflesh. He began to fuck his long hard cock in the compressed cleavage of her huge wobbling tits.
The other boys snickered and guffawed. "Well, I never heard of that before!" laughed Terry. "Fuckin' her tits – far-out!"
"Most chicks don't have tits big enough for that," said Kris, who was clearly delighted with Mel's kinky idea. "I bet that feels pretty good, huh, Mel?"
"You better believe it!" Mel panted.
His rubbery lips flecked with spit, his pale face breaking into a horny sweat, Mel pumped his blazing-hot hard cock faster and faster between the compressed mountains of Kay's big knockers. It was snug and hot there, and his dripping cock-head made the way wet and slippery.
Kay quivered with horror. The tender flesh of her sensitive tits was being rubbed raw by Mel's monster cock, and every time he thrust forward, she could see the reddish-purple knob emerging from her cleavage, swollen and hard and menacing, oozing sticky slime.
Mel began to whine shrilly as he approached his climax, and he dug his wormy-white ass into her tender belly.
"Oh, Christ!" he whimpered. "Ohhh! Oohhh!"
Suddenly, with a shrill wail, Mel came, and in the split-second of time allowed her, Kay saw the thick white jism spurting from his twitching red cock-head. Then she was blinded with the stuff, getting a faceful of it as Mel howled blissfully and shot load after load of steamy scum.
Kay felt slimy jizz in her eyes, her nostrils, her mouth… With a moan of shame and horror, she tried to turn her head away, but someone behind her – no doubt Rick – held her head steady and forced her to take it all. Some of the cock-juice had squirted into her mouth, and again Kay tasted Mel's strong salty cum and was forced to swallow it.
How much more could they humiliate her? she wondered. What worse thing could they think of than coming all over her face?
She was to get her answer very shortly. Panting, grinning like an idiot, Mel crawled off her, his long pale cock limp and dripping.
"Man," he sighed, "that was something else. You guys oughta try it."
"Maybe we will sometime," said Rick. "But, Jesus, wipe her face off, will you? She's a mess."
Mel took out his hanky, a little dirty now from his own sweat, and mopped Kay's sticky face. She could still feel the congealing slime, but at least she could see. She'd brought off everybody but Rick now. Surely he'd keep his promise and fuck her.
In spite of the lewd thing Mel had just done to her, Kay was still hotly aroused and frantically horny. Her fiery-hot cunt ached for a fuck, for the rough probing presence of a stiff cock, any cock…
To her relief, Rick approached her, unzipping his jeans. She saw his rigid prick pop into view. Naturally he'd gotten a tremendous hard-on from watching Mel's kinky performance – things like that really excited Rick.
Kay knew this and despised him for it, yet she desperately wanted him to fuck her. She didn't care who he was, as long as he had a hard cock.
When Rick let down his pants, revealing the taut pale shaft of his prick and the swollen furry bags of his balls, her shameless pussy creamed in a hot spurt that puddled out onto the desktop.
They all saw it, of course, and laughed. Kay didn't care. Later she would feel ashamed, guilty… But right now she could only think of getting fucked. She had to have it, she just had to.
Rick didn't climb onto the desk. Instead he turned to Mel and said, "Give me that light."
Mel reached into his heavy leather jacket and took out a large flashlight. The handle was made of cold gleaming stainless steel, and it was about a foot long and three inches in diameter.
Grinning evilly, Rick held the thing backwards, the light pointing towards himself, and aimed the long gleaming handle towards the unprotected mouth of Kay's cunt.
"This oughta bring you off," he laughed.
"No, no!" Kay gasped. "No! Nooooo!"