Trish didn't have very long to turn her questions over in her mind. Charlie suddenly rose, pulling his cock out, and began putting on his pants. There was a loud knock at the door.
"You about finished in there?" another stranger's voice called from beyond the closed door.
"Yeah, come on in, Greg," Charlie said, looking over at Trish with a smile. "She's all warmed up for you."
Greg? Oh, God, Mike's other friend. Then the door opened, and Trish's eyes nearly popped. It was a boy of eighteen who looked enough like Charlie to be his brother if it hadn't been for the obvious differences in their ages. The only other difference she could see was that Greg was a good six feet in height. She couldn't help but wonder if he was bigger than Charlie in other ways, as well.
"Hey, baby," Charlie smiled sadistically, "this is my son Greg. Just thought you might like to be introduced before the young stud fucks your brains out." Charlie laughed. "I'm gonna go get a beer, kid. See what you can do with this sweet thing." Then he left them alone.
"Come on, sweet meat," Greg smiled, "you and I are going to the basement right now."
He began walking toward her threateningly. The boy hadn't even put a hand on her, but Trish already felt more humiliated than at any other time during the whole horrible day. She wasn't a woman to him. She wasn't even a whore. Just another piece of meat to be hung like a trophy deer head over his mantle. One more notch to be chalked up for his cock.
At first, she started to fight, but decided it was hopeless. The boy's strength was so overwhelming that there was nothing she could have done against him anyway.
With no more effort than Trish would have used with a pillow, Greg picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. His torso was like his father's, barrel chested, broad of shoulder, muscular arms that corded and rippled as they moved beneath the sleeves of his T-shirt.
She had looked into his eyes when he picked her up. They were as black as his father's, but somehow even more menacing than the older man's.
Greg carried her down the stairs, his right arm locked around her waist to hold her firmly in place, his left hand buried between her legs with one of his fingers pushing between the lips of her still-dripping cunt.
They reached the living room, and Trish saw Mike sitting comfortably in a chair while Ginny knelt before him, sucking greedily at his cock. Charlie was behind the young girl, a beer can in one huge hand and one of her firm tits being crushed in the other. His massive cock was buried to the hilt in her tight, blond-furred cunt, and he was fucking in and out of her pussy while using her tit as a handle with which to pull himself back and forth.
Ginny was whimpering and slobbering with pleasure as the two cocks impaled her from both ends.
"We're going to the basement," Greg said in passing. "Come on down when you're finished with that cunt."
He took Trish downstairs and dumped her onto a mattress. Trish found that she was so exhausted from the constant fear and the day's repeated fuckings that she couldn't even attempt to get up from the floor. Her whole body was consumed by the poisons of fatigue.
Across the room, Greg was rummaging through a chest of drawers. What he came out with filled Trish with even greater fear. Four sets of manacles dangled, clanking in the basement's stillness.
"Greg, no," Trish begged. "Don't put those on me. I'll do anything you say… anything you want."
"You don't understand, slut," Greg said, snatching her up from the bed. "It doesn't matter whether you'll follow my orders or not. The bracelets for your pretty body are just a part of the fun and games."
Quickly, efficiently, the youth snapped a manacle around one of her wrists and attached the other end of it to a ring suspended from the ceiling. Then he repeated the process with her other arm and attached it to another ring.
Next, he put a manacle on each of her ankles, and forcing her legs apart, he fastened the respective end of each set of leg bracelets to pipes that rose from floor to ceiling.
"Now you see, sweet meat," Greg said, walking over and beginning to twist and pull teasingly at her nipples, "this is a little arrangement that your dear hubby set up to use when he works on any of the heavier parts of his construction equipment. But we found some other uses for it. Some people call the thing a traverse winch."
With that, he reached up and gave a quick jerk on the chains that held her arms. To Trish's horror, the whole assembly slid forward. Her arms had been dangling loosely, but now they were stretched so tightly that it felt as if her shoulders were being pulled from their sockets. When he had moved her as far forward as her arms would reach, Greg locked the thing in place.
"Ohhhhhh… Christ!" Trish screamed at the pain that lanced through her arms and chest. "It's killing me!"
"Baby, we're just barely getting started," Greg said. "You just be a little patient." At that, he began pulling off his shirt to reveal the rippling bands of muscle that lay beneath. As he kicked off his shoes and slid his pants down, Trish gasped at the horror that flopped out of his trousers. It was at least as long as Mike's cock, but apparently even bigger around than Charlie's. Veins stood out, throbbing angrily in the dim light of the room.
"Noooo!" Trish shrieked. "I can't take all that. It'll rip me apart!"
"Oh, sweet meat," Greg said, walking around behind the chained girl, "you're gonna take more than this."
At the angle he had her suspended, Trish knew she was in a perfect position for his penetration. She felt the boy grab one of her tits from behind. His other hand guided the mass of his bloated cockhead to her cunt.
"Now, slut, fuck my cock!" Greg grunted as he stabbed into her cunt with one savage movement. "Yeah… unhhhh! Right up that tight pussy of yours."
"Naaaaaaaaghhhh!" Trish shrieked, bucking and thrashing in her attempts to dislodge his massive cock from her stretched cunt. "God… hurts too… much!"
"Jesus shit, bitch! This is some fine, tight pussy you've got here," Greg mumbled, pushing forward, fucking the length of his prick all the way in until the pulsing cockhead slammed into the back of her cunt. His cock was so thick that for a moment, Trish thought she could feel the walls of her cunt tearing.
This was unbelievable. Trish's mind churned in disbelief at the torture she was enduring. The worst nightmare she had ever had was nothing like this. Only this morning, she had been with David. Sweet, loving David. And now, this stranger, this animal, was ripping her guts out with his inhumanly huge cock. Somehow, she feared that the horror and humiliation was only getting started. And even more, she feared she would be forced to remain conscious through all of it.
"Go, baby! Chew my cock with that tight pussy of yours!" Greg grunted, smashing his body against Trish until she could feel his wiry cock hairs scraping at her ass and his heavy balls banging into the backs of her legs. She gritted her teeth against the twelve fat inches of prick and the tearing pain of her tits.
There was so much pain, so very much unbelievable pain. The young woman could only make soft, pleading whimpering in the back of her throat.
"You're killing me!" she finally managed to gasp between his pounding fuck-thrusts.
But even as she grunted out the words. Trish felt the head of the boy's cock swell immensely and then twitch fiercely with his lust. In the next second, the young woman felt her cunt being filled with splashing gobs of Greg's scalding cum. She hated him. And even more, she hated knowing that the feeling was wonderful. The creamy jism coated her torn and aching cunt, soothing the piercing agony.
"Christ, I love this," Greg grunted, fucking like a madman between her sweating, cum dripping thighs. "Ream out a hot cunt and then get it ready for some real fucking."
The pounding was finished. In reality, it had only lasted a couple of minutes, but to Trish it felt like hours. She was so grateful when Greg pulled his massive cock out of her pussy that she sagged against her chains and began to sob with relief.
Thank God, Trish thought, he's finished. Maybe now he'll let me down. But she knew somehow that it would not happen.
"That was great, baby," Greg said, releasing the position lock on the traverse winch and pushing her back into an overheated position so that she could stand more upright. "But it just went too fast. I think we ought to try it again, real slow-like. Would you like to get that sweet pussy fucked real slow? Hmmmmmmmm?"
Trish was near tears again, but it wasn't from relief this time. The lips of her cunt were so sore that she didn't see how she could possibly stand to be fucked again.
She tried to block out the fears of what was coming, but her body was so racked with pain that she couldn't concentrate on anything for long. Pain – searing pain – seemed to be everywhere at once. But especially fierce was the agony that danced through her cunt.
"You're gonna love this one, baby," Greg said, stepping up behind her and pushing his fingers into her cunt from the back. Trish flinched and tried to pull away, but with her legs locked open, she had no place to go.
Suddenly, the youth reached up and yanked the sliding winch assembly toward him, pulling Trish off balance backward. Again, her body was tilted to the maximum reach of her chained arms. But this time, she was pitched backward, exposing her tits and cunt to his full view.
"Oh shit, that's fine," Greg said, walking around and stepping between her abused thighs. "Now, baby, we're gonna get this proper fuck under way."
"Please, Greg, no," she moaned. "I can't take any more of this." Her arms ached with the torture. Then she felt his cockhead rubbing up and down between her cunt lips.
"Nooooo!" she screamed.
Greg grabbed a handful of tit and squeezed down hard, crushing her lips with his and shoving his tongue into her throat. The probing snake of his tongue poked, teasing at hers, and to Trish's dismay, she suddenly found herself responding.
No, she pleaded silently. God, please don't let my own body betray me like this again. But she knew there was nothing she could do about it. As his fingers crushed into her tit and he ground the nipple of the other tit mound between his torturing teeth, Trish felt the beginning spasms begin dancing through the walls of her cunt.
Greg knew it as well, because the greasy cunt juice started dripping from her pussy lips and oiling the massive head of his cock.
Trish felt the throbbing knob of his prick begin forcing its swollen way into her cunt, and she bit her lower lip in anticipation of the shooting pains. But they never materialized. Instead, she felt the curious melding of pain and pleasure again that had become her newest of sexual experiences that day.
Trish felt the relentless cockshaft being pushed into her pussy. No, she thought, I can't want this. I can't want this animal to push his awful cock into me again. But she knew it was a lie. She did want it. Ached for his cock to fill her cunt all the way up again and spray her pussy guts full of his scalding jism.
"No… no," she moaned as he began fucking in and out with slow, easy strokes of his cum-slimed slab of cockmeat. "No… yes… yesss. Oh God, yes, fuck me! Fuck my brains out with that huge, hot cock!"
She heard the sounds of Mike, Ginny, and Charlie coming down the basement steps. She heard the door opening as they came into the room. She knew they wee standing and watching, enjoying her humiliation. But Trish realized that she was enjoying it as well.
That prick. That big, hot, hard, beautiful prick plugging her cunt. It felt as big around as a salami. Every time Greg fucked deep inside, Trish could feel his balls slap soundly against her asshole.
"Oh God, yes!" she grunted between clenched teeth. "Fuck that big thing all the way in. Fuck my cunt out good. Faster… oh, Christ! Faster!"
Trish's breath was coming out in grunting gasps in rhythm with the slapping dives of Greg's throbbing cock as it fucked into her pussy's hot depths. Each dive sent the cockhead plowing into the back wall of her cunt. And each of those depth charges cranked the level of her passion just a little higher until she was like a watch spring about to snap.
"This is fine, slut!" Greg panted, slamming into her groin while twisting and pulling her reddened tits. "Never had… a tighter pussy! Like a virgin's asshole. You want these sucked on?" He began chewing and sucking her tit, grinding her nipple between his tormenting teeth.
"No! No… yes! Oh God, yes, chew my tits!"
Suddenly, Trish seemed to go wild, grabbing hold of her chains and using them to grip while she pounded her hips forward to meet his slamming fuck-strokes. Her cunt began to churn with juice. Her pussy was on fire. It itched. It throbbed. And all these driving sensations tore at her consciousness at the same time. She just couldn't get enough of his wonderful cock.
Greg bit deep, making dark red tooth marks that surrounded her nipples, and his attack sent excruciatingly wonderful, agony searing through the pale, trembling globes of her tits.
"Yes!" Trish shrieked, eager for the pleasure-pain that his teeth brought, begging for his huge, bruising cock. "Oh, Jesus fucking Christ… fuck my guts out!"
In and out, the fucking of his meaty prick made Trish feel as if she had never before been so wholly aware of a man's body. Never before understood what her own body truly wanted, needed from a man. It was infinity itself, this fucking. It was the moon and stars and universe, just having Greg plowing through her cunt with the massive pole of cockmeat that stood out from between his legs.
"Harder!" she screamed, looking down at the tousled, black thatch of hair that bobbed over her tortured tits. "Fuck me harder and faster. Fuck my pussy full, you big-cocked son of a bitch!"
In that instant, Trish knew that Greg was about to cum. The giant knob of his cockhead began swelling until it filled the entire width of her cunt. The pounding of blood through his driving prick kept pushing her passion higher.
God, she thought, how can I want this animal's cock so badly? But I do. I want all his hot cum in my pussy.
And then, she got her wish.
For the briefest of instants, Greg's hard, young body froze. Every muscle, every tendon stretched until she thought he would surely snap something. Even then, however, his sucking mouth never lost its grip on her abused tit. Then, with a fierceness that would have frightened Trish had she not been hungry for his cock, Greg began to buck and slam in and out of the swampy depths of her cunt.
Scalding gobs of his greasy jism exploded from the tip of his cum-hole and lashed back through her pussy to splash against the back wall.
"Unhhh, unhhhh!" he grunted with his mouth filled by her quivering tit.
"Aaarghhhhhhh!" the tortured young woman shrieked as the first spray of hot arm slammed into her pussy walls. Fire lanced through her guts. His cum was like kerosene thrown onto a flame. Her passion raced upward to churn through her insides and downward to transform her knees into jelly. Had it not been for the chains that held her upright, Trish would have collapsed. As it was, all she could do was throw herself upward to meet his driving fuck-thrusts, using her chains for leverage.
Trish suddenly heard Ginny's voice, husky and broken with lust.
"Oooooh," the girl cooed, "that looks nice. I think I want some of that for myself."
"Don't be greedy," Trish heard Mike answer. "We're breaking this bitch in now. If you want something, you can suck my prick."
Finally, Trish's spasms of pleasure began to fade, and while Greg still fucked his cock into her pussy, she looked across the room to see Ginny fall to her knees and engulf Mike's cock in the firm, moist ring of her young lips.
With one last, deep push, Greg fucked the final gobs of his cum-load into Trish's cunt and then leaned against her, his mouth finally releasing her tit from its torment. As he stepped back, Greg's cock flopped out of her cunt with a splashing smack. When it did, Mike grabbed hold of Ginny's head and slid his cock from her dripping mouth.
"No," the young girl whined, begging for more of her favorite meat. She grasped the cockshaft and tried to force it back between her sucking lips, but her stepfather pushed her away.
"Whoa, little girl," Mike said, lifting the girl to her feet. "You like to suck so well, we're gonna let you suck on something you've never eaten before."
Ginny looked confused, but Trish realized from the look on her brother-in-law's face just exactly what he had in mind.
"Oh, no. Mike, please, don't make her do that." And turning to the girl, she pleaded, "Ginny, don't do it, honey. Please."
Realization suddenly washed over Ginny's lovely, young face, and then she began to try backing away. But Mike simply grabbed her by both arms.
"No, Daddy," the girl pleaded. "I've never done that to a woman before. I don't want to eat her out."
"Come on, you sucking little slut," Mike said, forcing the girl across the room until she stood in front of Trish's semi-reclining body. "You'll do as you're told or we'll give you even worse than this bitch is getting. Now, get down there and suck Greg's cum out of that hot cunt."
He forced the trembling teenager to her knees and pushed her face between Trish's legs.
"Suck it, Goddamn you! Suck it just the way you like to have your own pussy sucked."
"No, Ginny," Trish whispered soothingly. "Don't, honey. Don't suck my cunt."
The girl hesitated, then Mike leaned over and planted a hard, open-palmed slap to her firm, young ass. The force of his blow threw the girl's face into Trish's wide-spread cunt lips, and Ginny began lapping and sucking like a thirsty bitch at a water bowl.
Trish tried to pull back, but the young girl's face only followed her movements, pushing her nose and sucking lips ever deeper into the drooling cunt.
"No, Ginny. Don't!" Trish begged, feeling the first spasms of passion begin fingering their way through the walls of her cunt. But in spite of herself, she began to respond and push back softly against the teenager's face. As the muscles in Trish's cunt began contracting and releasing, the massive load of cum that Greg had pumped into her pussy began trickling out in continuous, greasy streams. It poured between the woman's pussy lips, drenching Ginny's pretty face in a gleaming sheen of jism.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," Ginny moaned. "This is good. His cum tastes so delicious running out of her sweet pussy." She licked and gulped, swallowing Greg's jism that had mixed with Trish's cunt juices.
The girl's mouth seemed to be everywhere at once, kissing, and sucking at the bound woman's cunt lips, licking and nibbling with gentle teeth at the swollen clit. Her long, pointed tongue fucked deep into the cunt hole itself.
"Oh, yes, baby!" Trish pushed against Ginny's mouth, sliding her hips up and down to rub her cunt across the girl's face. "Suck my pussy, baby."
"Take a look at that!" Mike said in astonishment. "She even likes it from Ginny." Not being able to stand any more, he dropped to his knees behind the teenaged girl and fucked his cock into the tight, puckered hole of her ass.
"Unhh, unhhh, unhhhhh!" Ginny grunted, her mouth full of Trish's cunt, her ass squirming back to take in even more of her father's hard cock.
Trish looked down and realized it was the most erotic thing she had ever seen. By now, she was so horny that she felt slightly jealous of Ginny. She wanted Mike's beautiful prick to be fucked up her own ass. But to see the two of them was beautiful. She could see Mike fucking his huge slab of cockmeat in and out of his step-daughter's young asshole, both of his hands clawing at the girl's tits, crushing them out of shape. She could see Ginny's lovely face, smeared with the mixtures of cum and glowing with the ecstasy of being ass fucked.
The sight of the two was more than Trish could stand, and she began fucking wildly against Ginny's mouth, the young girl's lips making slurping, sucking noises whenever Trish's cunt pulled out of her reach.
She saw Mike's now-familiar body grow rigid and then begin slamming into Ginny's ass with resounding smacks. Ginny's eyes went suddenly wide as Mike's molten load of greasy cum splashed into her asshole. She began thrashing against her step-father, biting and sucking savagely at Trish's cunt in the madness of her passion. And then Trish felt herself exploding inside.
The others soon followed as they grunted and sweated on the basement floor.
"Well, I'm gonna get some of this," Charlie said, crossing the room and joining the fucking trio.
He grabbed Trish's tangled black hair and yanked her head to one side. Before she knew what was happening, the young woman felt Charlie's thick cockhead being shoved all the way into her throat. She didn't care. She wanted all of it and more. She wanted to be totally impaled with cocks. She wanted to be immersed and drowned in scalding jism.
Over and over, Trish felt the screaming waves of orgasm rip through her cunt walls and up through her tits. It swelled and shrieked through her body.
"Mmmmmff… mmmmmffff!" she grunted around the slimy shaft of Charlie's cock.
Mike collapsed across Ginny's back, his cum running down the backs of her thighs in thick streams. Ginny's moans dropped to soft whimpers as her own orgasm faded into soft tremblings, but she continued kissing and licking softly at Trish's sopping cunt. But Trish had ceased to notice either of them. She was totally imprisoned in the sensation of Ginny's cunt tonguing and the choking mass of Charlie's cock fucking between her own lips.
She lashed the fevered snake of her tongue over the sliding rod of Charlie's cock. She sucked at the musky, oozing prickhead, pulled it deep into her throat, and taste the first faint drops of his clear pre-cum. There was no longer such a thing as humiliation. The sensation of degradation had disappeared from her world, been pushed out by her thundering hunger for cock, her thirst for the flavor of jism.
The very thought of his cock cream splashing into her throat drove the tortured young woman insane with passion. She wanted his cum, needed it desperately.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," she purred.
"Lick my cock, you cum-hungry whore!" Charlie growled. "Now, slut! Suck my fucking cock now!"
Trish felt the cockhead expand inside her throat, and then the first spray of Charlie's jism splashed onto her tonsils.
"Jesus Christ!" he grunted. "You never get enough, do you bitch?"
He was like a factory for cum, sending stream after stream of molten fuck cream down her throat. Soon his cum was churning and bubbling from between her lips, sending twin tongues of silky jism running from Trish's nostrils.
"Lick it all down, bitch," Charlie said, keeping up his steady pounding. "Suck down every drop."
With the first blast of Charlie's scalding cum that hit her throat, Trish felt her cunt begin to churn. And then it blew up. She felt as if her head were being ripped off by the force of her orgasm, but her mouth and throat were so filled with the man's huge cum-spouting cock that she could only grunt and gasp. Over and over, he fucked his prick into her throat until his wiry cock hairs ground into her nose. Over and over again, Trish felt climaxes tear through her pussy.
When she began to buck, she felt Ginny's mouth go back to work, teasing and sucking at her cunt lips and clit. When the first massive orgasm tore through her body, Trish did not so much ooze cum as spray it with the force of her cunt's contracting walls. The gobs of her pale pussy cream splashed across Ginny's lips and face, smearing it even more with gleaming cum.
Over and over, Trish grunted and swallowed. Spraying and being sprayed like a pump that took cum in at one end and then put it out at the other.
"Mmmmffff, rnmmmmfffff," she moaned, as she felt the last of her orgasmic convulsions die down into a series of tiny muscular quiverings.
"There," Charlie grunted, fucking in his last gobs of sticky cum.
Trish felt so ashamed when the last of her orgasms had died, that she turned her head away. Charlie's cock slid from her mouth and smeared trickling of cum across her cheek. There was now nothing left of her world. It had been so shattered by pain and humiliation that Trish felt there was no way she could ever put any of it together again.
These animals had used her in every way imaginable, even making her submit to the hungry mouth of a young girl. And what was even worse, she had so obviously enjoyed the girl's licking of her cunt that there was no way Trish could pretend it was not true. Surely, she told herself, there is nothing more they can do to me. But then, she heard Mike's sadistic laugh.
"Now, you bitch," she heard him growl, we've got a really special treat for you.
The threat was too much for her. In fear and shame, Trish fainted. Her body sagged limply in the chains.