"Well, well, well," Trish heard a strange voice say from behind. "Looks like we've got a trussed pussy."
She couldn't see his face from her position, but she got an impression of a huge hulk of a man. She heard him approaching the bed, and then came the sound of him shedding his clothes. Suddenly, the man that Mike had called Charlie untied her feet and hands and Trish collapsed forward across the bed. The reprieve she had wanted for what seemed hours was only a partial relief. Her body was so weak from the constant strain that she quivered all over.
"Christ," the voice from behind said, "you're the best Mike has ever arranged so far. Where the hell did he come up with you?"
"What… what are you talking about?"
Trish asked through the fog of her stupor.
"The best?"
"You mean Mike hasn't mentioned all the pussies we've had downstairs in the basement? Oh, yeah, we get 'em in here and fuck their brains out. By the time we've finished, they love it. Hell, by the time we're done, they even like riding the fur."
Trish's mind churned in a frenzy of horror at his words. Do they do this all the time? Bring women out here to rape and torture them? She was really terrified of what these men might do. Why had none of the girls turned them in? Had they killed them? And what had he meant about riding the fur? She turned in fear, and for the first time, she got a good look at Charlie and gasped.
The man was under six feet, but from his huge barrel chest and steel worker's arms, she guessed that he had to weigh two hundred ten pounds easily. His legs were strongly muscled, like his arms. And from the top of his chest to his ankles, the man was nearly covered with a heavy growth of curly black hair. He was the furriest man Trish had ever seen.
However, the most awesome part of Charlie's anatomy was his cock. It wasn't as long as Mike's or Dave's, probably no more than nine inches. But as he stood there, almost drooling at the sight of her naked tits, Trish saw it swell until it looked nearly as big around as his forearm.
"That's a sweet-looking set of tits you've got there," he grinned, moving toward her. "You ever had them fucked? Mike tells me that you just dearly love to suck big hard cocks. Is that right, honey?"
Trish tried to back away, but he pushed her down on the bed. Charlie sat on her stomach and pinned her flailing arms with his knees. Trish could feel the weight of his balls dragging across her stomach. They felt hard and swollen, filled with cum. His cock was an oily python sliding its way back and forth between her tits. He took a tit in each of his massive hands and used them to encircle his sliding prickrod. As Charlie pushed forward and pulled back, the smell of his crotch was almost overpowering. It was a wet, greasy odor of not having bothered to shower or change clothes before he came over. It was a dank, musky smell.
As his hunching over her tits increased in intensity and the cockhead began pounding at her chin and lips, Trish tried to concentrate on the pain in her pinned arms. Anything, anything to keep from giving this man what he wanted. Anything to keep from reverting to the grunting, rutting bitch animal that she knew waited just beneath her facade.
She thought of Dave. She thought of how much she loved him, of how much his love meant to her. But even then, the sight of that thick cock bobbing right in front of her face, the tiny, clear drops of pre-cum that oozed from its hole, the smell of his crotch excited her.
"Eat it, you cock-sucking bitch," Charlie grunted, sweat standing out on his brow and unshaven upper lip. "Suck my big cock. Drink all my jizz."
It was awful, Trish moaned to herself. She was humiliated by it, degraded with the loathing that she felt for this beast who hunched at her face. And suddenly, to Trish's shame, she knew that she loved it. Her lips parted, and she leaned forward, taking the vile, throbbing head of his cock into her mouth.
"Yeah, that's fine stuff," Charlie panted. "Go after what you're hungry for, you cum licking whore."
Trish did as he ordered her, diving fiercely, her head bobbing over the head of his cock. She bit gently, nibbled greedily at it, lashing her cockhead with the tip of her tongue every time it escaped from her clutching, sucking lips. Her passion became more intense with each pounding fuck-stroke between her lips, an aching throb that rose between her thighs and seemed to echo through the cock-hungry emptiness of her wet cunt. As it did so, she felt the reality of his cock, the massiveness of the huge fucker that slid its greasy way between her upward pinched tits and slammed like a battering ram into her teeth, her lips, her tongue. Charlie's cock began to swell even larger than before, and Trish could see one huge vein pounding as it traced its blue path down the side of his immense slab of prickmeat.
His balls slammed into her tits with a resounding slap of cum-loaded flesh. With the swelling of his prick, Trish felt the throbbing cockhead reach even deeper into her mouth each time he fucked forward, and even when he pulled back, its tip was no longer beyond the reach of her tongue.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned between thrusts of the cockhead into her mouth. "It tastes… tastes so fucking good. Give it to me. Cum… give me your cum!" Each cock broken moan was accompanied by her rutting grunts as she sucked and licked his greasy cock ever deeper into her starving mouth.
"You're gonna do just fine, bitch," Charlie said, raising himself a bit so that he could shove his cock even deeper into her gasping, drooling mouth.
His raised knees freed her pinned arms, but it didn't matter. Trish was so far gone in her cock-hunger that she never thought of trying to escape his mouth-fucking.
"You want my jizz, slut?" Charlie teased. "You want a big load of cum to eat?"
"Ummm-hmmmmmmm!" she moaned around the length of his plunging, greasy prick. "Mmmmmff… mmmmfff!"
Suddenly, Charlie's cock fucked all the way into the back of her throat and exploded with steaming wads of his bubbling jism.
Trish wanted it all, wanted him to fuck his huge, purple-headed prick all the way down her throat. The cum seemed to boil and froth inside her desperately sucking mouth. She was starving for cum, and her throat muscles rippled convulsively as she tried to swallow it all and not lose any.
With the first spray, Trish had felt her cunt begin to thrash madly in its empty fury. Then her pussy guts exploded with fire. Charlie's cum only added fuel to the flames.
"Mother-fuck!" Charlie groaned as his cum filled her mouth and began flowing back in a scalding wash over his cock. "Suck my jizz, you cum-hungry whore! Eat down every inch of my cock and don't lose a drop of cum."
But try as she might, Trish could not swallow fast enough to get all of his tidal wave of jism. Cum blew up through the back of her throat and sent sticky, white streams trickling from both her nostrils. Gouts of thick cum gobs splashed from the corners of her mouth. The spray splashed over Charlie's cock hairs, and each time he fucked back downward, he smeared more cum across the cock-swollen cheeks of her lovely face.
"Mmmmmmmfff!" Trish choked. She had thought he was finished, but always another spray of his delicious cum was shot into her throat to splash off her tonsils and run streaming into her hungry guts.
And all the time that Trish sucked on his huge cock, she felt rush after boiling rush of climax convulse her body. Soon there was no strength left in her, and she simply collapsed beneath him in total exhaustion. She lay there, enjoying the sensation of having her mouth fucked, reveling in the flavor of piss and cum that Charlie's body exuded, the taste of his cum as he crammed the last few gobs deep into her throat.
"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned, licking and sucking until his cock was emptied of fuck juice. Then she turned her attention to his cock hairs and sucked them clean, as well. Finally, Charlie dropped over onto the bed and lay beside her, his cock against her cheek.
Trish became suddenly aware that she and Charlie were not alone in the room. She looked around quickly and saw Mike sitting across the room in a chair, smiling at her.
When had he come in? Had he been there long enough to see her go berserk with passion and begin pulling against Charlie's ass to force his cock even deeper into her ravenous mouth? Had he watched the cum exploding into her face and the starved way in which she sucked it down? Had he sat there smiling and heard her moans, her pleading grunts, her begging for his friend's cum?
"Hey, Mike, you were right," Charlie said, reaching over and pinching one of her nipples up into an angry reddened nub. "This cunt really does love to suck cocks."
Trish felt her face burn with shame and humiliation. These men had degraded her, had forced her to do whatever they wanted. And the worst humiliation of all was that she knew she loved it… and they knew she loved it. Even now, as Charlie tortured her nipple she could feel the juices stirring in her pussy again.
She looked up at Charlie, hating him, worshipping the maleness of him, the huge cock that had brutalized her but given her so much pleasure at the same time smiled down at her evilly. Somehow, Trish knew they were not finished. But to her horror, she realized that no matter what they asked, she would do it.
"Yeah," Mike agreed, "I thought you might like that. As soon as Greg gets a turn, we'll take her downstairs to the basement and let her get a real workout. Are you done for now?"
"Fuck, no!" Charlie grinned. "I've got plenty more for her."
"All right," Mike said, standing to leave. "I'm gonna go get a drink. Let us know when you're finished."
"What did he mean about the basement?" Trish finally asked after Mike left the room. It was the second time she had heard the basement mentioned, and it had started to taken on a sinister connotation for her.
"Never mind about that," Charlie said. "You'll find out soon enough. Besides, you've got more important things to worry about. Do you think that sweet, tight pussy can handle my cockmeat?"
Again, Trish's thoughts became locked onto the massive slab of cock that rose threateningly between the man's legs. It was like no prick had she had seen before. His cock rose throbbing and pulsing like a fleshy fence post. Inhuman, somehow animalistic, the thick hairs curling up around its blue-veined base.
Trish had wondered whether she could take his cock from the very first instant that she had set eyes on the thing. Will he tear my cunt when he puts it in? she wondered, staring at the fearsome prick.
"Are you ready for a good hard fuck, bitch?" Charlie asked as he climbed between her legs, not really caring whether or not she was ready.
Somehow, Trish found the fear thrilling. Her cunt lips had begun weeping, the muscles relaxing in anticipation of the plunge of his iron-stiff prick into her greasy depths. It's almost like being a virgin again, she thought, because he's definitely going to push into places that no man's cock has ever been before.
"Please," Trish cried, "take it easy at first. I'm afraid you'll tear my cunt to shreds."
"Take it easy?" Charlie laughed. "No way, the only way to fuck a whore like you is to pound it in from the very first stroke."
Trish closed her eyes and waited, holding her breath to keep from crying out when the man fucked into her cunt. But when the pain didn't come, she looked up to see the cruel smile on his face. Charlie was perched, waiting, getting enjoyment from the chance to torture her by making her wait. Instead of fucking her, he merely hunched his hips, forcing his cockhead to slip up and down between the greasy folds of her cunt lips.
"Goddamn you, you bastard!" Trish groaned in her frustration. "Fuck me, if you're going to."
Her shout of rage was transformed into a shriek of pain, however, when Charlie snapped one of her tits up between his teeth. The rough edges of his strong white teeth seemed to slice into her nipple, driving a searing pain through her chest so fiercely that it nearly took her breath away. But after the first shock, she realized that the pain was wonderful. It made the other nipple stand up anxiously. It made her cunt quiver as if it were suddenly filled with hot jelly.
"You like your tits chewed, slut?" Charlie asked, his words mumbled around her nipple as he darned down on it again. "Hmmmm!" The soft tit meat trembled beneath his teeth and tongue.
"Ye… yessssssss," Trish hissed and grunted. Charlie bit and chewed, sometimes gently, but at most times, with fierce roughness. Each harsh bite into her flesh brought pain and pleasure that ripped through Trish's guts. Each one lifted her passion a little higher, made it much more intense. She began squirming and wiggling beneath her torturer, pushing upwards with quivering hips, trying to suck his cock into the gasping emptiness of her pussy.
"Jesus Christ, fuck me!" Trish whined. "Shove that beautiful, big cock clear up to my brains. I don't care if it rips my guts out. I've gotta have it!"
"Not just yet, bitch," Charlie teased. "I'm not ready. I want to drive you nuts first."
Trish thought she was going to die if he didn't fuck her. The fire inside her cunt raged, licking the walls of her pussy into a quivering inferno of flesh. The pain grew even more intense, and Trish wanted the delicious torture.
"Please, Charlie," she whined. "My cunt is burning up. Scratch my itch. Fuck me… please."
No more, she thought. I can't stand any more of this waiting. If I could only pass out now, I could have this whole nightmare over with once and for, all.
Just then, Charlie slammed down like a pile driver, stretching the walls of her cunt until it seemed that her pussy must surely burst. His huge cock seemed to be ripping her guts loose and stirring them around, and for a moment of the intense pain, Trish was afraid that he actually was going to tear through into her bowels.
There was agony, more awesome than anything she had ever experienced. But, it was accompanied by pleasure.
"Fuck me!" Trish screamed.
No part of her body was spared the fires of climax. It seemed to take every nerve, each individual cell, and explode them with a blast of pleasure. Again she shrieked, as her whole body froze so rigidly that she thought her back would snap.
"Jesus fucking Christ," Charlie groaned, raising his head to look down at the orgasmic fury of the woman beneath him. He scooted up on the bed until he managed to force himself back into a sitting position on his haunches. Trish's thrashing body was dragged along with him as he dug his nails into her big tits and used them for handles. At that angle, his monstrous cock was driven deeper, and Trish shrieked as he twisted the rubbery nipples into angry torment. "I've never had such a hot piece before. It's so hot and tight, I think I could fuck you like this all day long."
The man slowed his fuck-strokes, pushing his prick in until his huge, hairy balls were nearly buried in the fuck hole, then pulling back until on the thick, pulsing tip of his cockhead lay inside her cunt.
Trish couldn't even summon up enough energy to groan. It was enough to concentrate on his prick fucking in and out of her abused pussy. The pounding pleasure, the pain, the joy, the unbelievable pressure against her cunt walls.
"Christ! I thought I could… hold out for a long time," he grunted after only a few more slamming dips into her depths, "but… can't… can't do it!"
"Go!" Trish grunted, sucking his cock back into the splashing recesses of her pussy. "God, go ahead. Load my cunt with hot jizz, you fucking stallion! Christ, your prick is so immense that I…"
Another wave of excruciating pleasure bit and chewed its way through her guts, and Trish felt Charlie's cock begin to swell again.
The pain was so intimately intense that it felt as if the walls of her cunt were being blistered, but she didn't mind. All she wanted was more rough fucking.
"Fuck!" Charlie bellowed, fucking her with all the strength he could muster. Gallons of scalding cum seemed to boil upwards from his convulsing balls, throbbing out to explode from his cockhead and spray all the way to the back of her sloshing cunt.
When his jism bubbled into her pussy, Trish thought her guts would blow up. Her pain and joy reached levels she had never imagined. It was almost as if she had left her body and was watching as it thrashed and screamed beneath the body of the rutting man.
The spasms made her cunt suck and pull at Charlie's cock as if it were her mouth doing the work, instead. Each spray of jism only made her hungry for more. She pulled and milked at his cockmeat, draining him, swallowing him alive through the man-eating slit of her cunt.
"Eat my prick all the way in, you cum licking slut," Charlie grunted, his orgasm reaching its peak and then pushing him completely over the edge. "Christ, it feels like your cunt is pulling my cock off."
Finally, they both collapsed, totally exhausted. Charlie's full weight lay across her stomach and chest. His eyes were closed as if he were asleep, and his lips rested gently near her ear.
Trish lay there, torn and confused. The weight and pressure of his cock still inside her pussy acted as a reminder of the pain and pressure.
Oh God, she moaned silently in her bewilderment, how could I have allowed myself to do that? Is it so easy for some brute of a man to take my love for Dave and just throw it aside?
But there was no doubt in her mind that what she had undergone was something that few modern women ever knew. Brutal, uncivilized lust had been forced through her defenses, and it had been so overpowering that nothing she had ever known before had prepared her for its attack.
She tried to relax, tried to sleep. The images were too brutal, too wonderful for her confused mind to handle.