"I'm getting hungry," Mike Adams said. "Go get me something from the kitchen."
"I'm not your slave," Susan answered. Susan had responded without thinking. It was the last time she would do that. She had been lying beside him on the bed, still not quite believing that she had been fucked. She felt his hand stroking her hair. Suddenly his hand gripped her thick blonde hair in a cruel way. He pulled her face around to where she could see him. He had a funny look in his eyes.
"Remember this," Mike said softly. "You are my slave. You'll do everything I say."
"You're hurting me," she whispered.
"Remember that I hurt you," Mike said. "Remember that I'll hurt you every time you don't do as I say. Remember that I'm strong enough to break your Goddamn neck!"
She knew he meant it. She trembled as he moved his hand down to lift one of her big, soft tits. Immediately she could feel a shiver going through her. He did something to her. She didn't understand it. Just his touch could make her knees weak and her pussy ache. She knew he was telling the truth. She was his slave.
"Now go get me something to eat," Mike commanded.
She was not even tempted to talk back. She quickly slipped out of bed. She pulled her panties up her legs, but he put his hand over hers when she reached for her bra.
"That's enough clothes," he said. "I like to see your tits bounce when you walk."
"All right," she obeyed him.
She was blushing as she left the bedroom. She blushed even harder as she stepped into the kitchen and found another young man sitting at the table. He had the same muscular build as Mike. He also had the same dark, curly hair. He didn't look surprised to see her standing there.
"My name's Kevin," he said. "You're a nice one. Mike really picked up a nice piece of ass this time."
"I'm not a piece of ass," she said.
"The hell you're not," Kevin said. "That's all you are while you're in this house. Just a cunt to be fucked!"
Susan wanted to run out of the room. But she couldn't return without bringing Mike something to eat. She didn't want to make him angry. She tried sot to think about the way Kevin was watching her as she walked to the refrigerator.
"You've got a nice ass," Kevin said. "I like a girl with a nice ass. I didn't like the last redhead Mike brought back. She could fuck, but her ass was too fucking fat!"
Kevin stretched out his legs in front of him. He liked the way the pretty blonde was blushing. He wondered how Mike had managed to tame this one. Mike had a way with even the most beautiful women, but this blonde was special. She was the kind a man wanted to fuck to death.
"Stop what you're doing," Kevin said. "I want you to come over here."
"I can't," she said.
"Come over here, bitch!" Kevin commanded.
He could tell she was confused and scared. This was more than she'd bargained for. Kevin didn't give a damn. He liked them scared. A woman really tried to please a man when she was scared. A scared woman could fuck a man to death.
She came toward him slowly. She wasn't sure how she should behave. She trembled as he reached up and caressed one of her pretty, soft tits. Her nipple became hard. He was going to enjoy putting it in his mouth.
"Did you like having Mike's big cock in your pussy?"
"Please don't talk to me that way," she begged him. "It makes me feel dirty."
"You are dirty, bitch," he said. "You're a dirty cunt with a hot hole. Isn't your hole hot, pussy? Don't you like to fuck?"
She didn't answer him. He ran his fingers up to her throat. Slowly his fingers gripped her. He heard her gasp for breath. A scared look came to her eyes.
"That's right," Kevin said. "You just stay scared of me. You stay scared and do what I say!"
Kevin pulled her down onto his lap. Susan didn't have the will to resist him. She felt his hands moving up to one of her lust-swollen tits. His fingers burned her as she went to work massaging her aching nipple. She started moving her ass against his half-hard cock. She couldn't help herself.
"You've got nice tits, baby," Kevin said. "I want to taste one of them."
He pushed her back slightly. He lowered his head to one of her pink nipples. He took the aching bud into his mouth. He knew how to make a woman cry with pleasure when he started working on her tits. Susan was no exception.
She felt his mouth open as he took more of her hot flesh into his mouth. She didn't want to behave so wickedly. She wanted to get away from him. She couldn't understand how she could let two men maul her this way.
But she couldn't move away from him. There was already a pleasing wetness between her legs. She began to rub her ass a little harder against his lap. His cock was almost totally hard. She could feel the bloated prick between the cheeks of her ass. She could feel the heat through his trousers and her thin panties.
"Oh God," she moaned. "Oh God, I can't help feeling this way. It makes me hot!"
She heard footsteps. She turned her head. Mike was standing in the doorway. He didn't look angry. She expected him to say something, but instead he walked to the refrigerator and took out a beer. He popped the top and sat down at the table.
"I wondered what had happened to the food," he said.
"I didn't know what to do," Susan said. "Just do what you're doing," Mike said. "I like to watch!"
Kevin kissed her throat. His rough hands kept mauling her firm tits. She could hardly stand it.
He leaned over and brushed her lips lightly against his. He put his hands on her head and pulled her hard against him. His tongue thrust deeply into her mouth. She touched her tongue against his and that seemed to make him go crazy.
"You little cunt," he moaned. His big hands slipped down her back and into her panties. She felt his fingers parting her asscheeks and exploring the crevice between them. He was making her pussy hotter than hell. She was ready for his cock. He pushed her gently off his lap.
"Sit on the table, baby," he said.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked.
"I want you to show me your pussy," he said.
She quickly slipped her flimsy panties down her legs. It seemed like she was taking her panties off a lot that evening. She dropped them on the floor and turned to look at him again, he motioned her up onto the table. She blushed as she realized that he really did want to look at her cunt. She climbed upon the table.
"Spread your legs," he said. "Do it, Goddamn it!"
She felt really lewd as she spread her creamy thighs. She knew she was really giving him a view. He was looking right up her pink, quivering cunt. Her body trembled but she didn't try to hide anything.
"Yeah," he said. "You've got a beautiful pussy. I'm going to enjoy fucking your cunt!"
He licked his finger and worked it into her cunt. She didn't know what was the matter with her. Just his touch seemed to make her crazy. She hunched down on his thrusting finger and she could feel her pussy juices soaking him.
"Does that feel good, bitch?" Kevin asked.
"Oh yessss," she moaned.
He worked another of his fingers into her cunt. She was squirming with pleasure. She couldn't seem to get his fingers deep enough. She felt his free hand moving to her tits again. His hard fingers caressed her flesh and made her juicier.
"I need that," she moaned. "I need your bit dick!"
She reached between his legs. Her fingers traced the outline of his hard dick. A few hours ago she wouldn't have dreamed of touching a man's cock. Now she couldn't seem to get enough of feeling his prick.
"Jesus," Kevin moaned. "We really got hold of a hot box this time!"
He kept working his fingers in her cunt. She moaned when she felt one of his fingers brushing her hard clitty. She frantically worked with the zipper of his trousers. She wanted to feel his cock in her fingers. She got the zipper down end she slipped her hand inside. He wasn't wearing shorts. She touched his hot prick and felt him jerk with excitement.
Slowly she worked her fingers around his swollen pole and lifted it out of his trousers. She tightened her grip around his slimy prick and moved her hand up and down. It was only the second cock she'd touched but she somehow knew how to make him feel good. She worked her fingers up around the sensitive crown and he couldn't stand it any longer. She felt him jerk away.
"No, please," she moaned. "Let me hold it. I want to hold it!"
"You're going to hold it, bitch," Kevin said. "I'm going to let you hold it in your twat!"
"Oh yessss," she moaned.
"Now turn around," he commanded.
She didn't understand what he wanted until he grabbed her by her hair and made her turn around. He made her bend across the kitchen table so that her full tits pressed flat against the tablecloth. Mike moved his chair around so that he could watch her face. She felt Kevin moving behind her.
"I'm going to fuck you like a dog," Kevin said. "Just like a bitch in heat! I'm going to give it to you from behind."
She was so excited that she didn't care. She felt his cockhead pressing her wet slit. He didn't push inside her. Instead he held his cock and rubbed the thick cockhead in her pussy groove. She tried to turn around but he pressed her flat again.
"I need it," she moaned.
"I know you do, bitch," he said. "But I'm not ready yet. Just stay where you are. I'll give it to you."
"I'm ready," she begged him. "I'm so ready!" He laughed as he slammed his prick into her all the way to his hot balls. She hadn't expected it at that moment. She screamed in pleasure and pain.
She could see Mike laughing at the astonished look on her face. He reached across the table and pressed the beer can to her lips. She took a sip of the chuffed brew.
"Little bitch," he said. "You're going to learn all there is to know about cocks and fucking. You're going to learn everything. We're going to teach you how to be a real cunt!"
Kevin pulled his cock out of her. He hadn't left it in her pussy long enough. She could feel her wet cunt aching for more. She felt his hot cock back against her wet groove.
"Tell me what you are," Kevin demanded.
"I don't understand," she said.
"I want you to tell me what you are," Kevin said. "I want you to call yourself names. Admit that you're a cunt. I want you to think of yourself as a dirty cunt!"
She didn't want to do that. It was just another humiliation. But she needed his hot dick in her pussy. She needed it badly enough to do anything he asked. She looked at Mike for some sign of mercy. There was only amusement on his face. She made up her mind, but she was too late. She felt his hand jerking her hair. He pulled it back until she thought her head was going to snap.
"Talk to me, cunt," he said.
"All right," she sobbed. "I'll do what you want. Don't hurt me anymore. I'm a cunt. I'm a fucking cunt. I was made for hard cock. Please put your hot dick in my cunt!"
"Now you're being smart," Kevin said.
She gasped as Kevin rammed his throbbing tool back into her snatch. She closed her pussy lips on the throbbing length of cock. She could feel sweet spasms of desire shaking her body. It hadn't taken her long to learn to love the raw, animal pleasure of a hard dick.
"Fuck me," she moaned. "Fuck me hard!"
"Give the little bitch what she wants," Mike told his brother.
Kevin kept laughing as he began to brutally fuck her cunt. He had one hand on the back of her head and he kept her pressed against the table. His huge dick was thrusting deeper inside her each time he rammed her.
"Ram her good," Mike said. "Really give it to her. Fuck the cunt!"
Kevin released her head but it was only to reach around her body. Her tits were lifted off the table by his cupping hands. He squeezed them brutally as he drove his hard dick into her. She could hear the sounds of his breathing and the heavy slapping of his balls. She thought that she was made for fucking. She had discovered the sweetest pleasure a woman could know. It didn't matter that they had forced it on her. The only thing that mattered was his big cock.
"Oh, baby," she cried. "I love it. Keep giving it to me like that. I love your cock!"
In her position his stiff cock rubbed her clitty each time he pulled back. The sensation of his cock nabbing her aching little bud was more than she could stand. She felt the first intense explosions her body.
"I'm coming," she cried. "Coming. It feels good. Oh thank you, Kevin! Thank you for your cock! It feels good! Oh Kevinnnnn!"
She gripped his throbbing dick with her pussy walls as her juices flooded him. Wet with her juice, his prickhead seemed to slide even deeper into her. She could feel his knob in her cunt.
"Now really give it to her, Kevin," Mike said. "Pound the bitch's ass. Pound her!"
Kevin was willing. He seemed to be trying to drive ha through the table. His rhythm got faster he bent over her. She could feel him breathing against her car. She could feel the hot swelling of his knob and she knew she was about to come again. She remembered the sticky feeling she'd had before and she found herself hungry for it again.
"OK," she moaned. "Do it to me!"
"Give her a shower, Kevin," Mike suggested.
She didn't know what he meant. She was surprised when she felt Kevin pulling his dick out of her aching pussy. She knew he hadn't come yet. She felt him pulling her off the table.
"Get on your knees, cunt," Kevin said.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked.
"Don't ask questions, Goddamn it," Kevin said. He slapped her face and she bit back tears. "Just get on your Goddamn knees."
She didn't question him anymore. She fell down on her knees in front of him. She was really scared. She knew she'd heard about women doing all sorts of things for men. She even knew of women who talked about putting cocks in their mouths. Susan didn't want to do that. She knew she would get sick.
Kevin moved over her. His cock brushed against her cheek. She expected him to press it against her lips and she knew she was going to gag. Instead, he reached down and got a handful of her waist length blonde hair. She could see him wrapping his prick in a few strands of her silky, fine hair.
"Play with my balls," Kevin said. "Finger them."
Quickly she slid her hand up under his heavy balls. She began to caress them as Kevin moved his cock in and out of her silky hair. She could feel her hair growing wet from his lubricating fluid. She breathed a sigh of relief. At least he wasn't going to come in her mouth.
"I'm going to give your head a shower," Kevin laughed. "A cum-shower. We're going to baptize you, cunt!"
She heard him groan and she made the mistake of looking up. She felt a sticky drop of jism on her cheek. She turned her head quickly. She felt his thrusts getting violent.
"I'm showering you, cunt!" he screamed. "I'm giving you a fuck-shower! You… cunt!"
His hips jerked wildly as he shot his thick wad into Susan's blonde hair. He groaned again and she could feel sticky rivers running down the sides of her face. She had never felt so degraded, and yet she had never felt like so much of a woman. These two men had used her roughly and made her feel more feminine than she'd ever felt.
And they weren't done using her. She knew that. She also knew, that she wouldn't escape or try to call her mother. Not until they were finished with her and they kicked her out!
She found herself hoping it wouldn't be for a long time yet.