"Not bad for a fucking beginner."
"Now me," said Barth.
The ugly man still had his finger deep inside Ellen's wriggling little asshole. The finger was rough, and she twisted in agony. She was afraid to lift her head, so all she got was the sight of his pulsing cock.
"No, please, I feel sick…" she started to complain, but before she could say another word the man had lifted her up with his imbedded finger, making her head fall forward onto his dripping cock.
Ellen's jaws ached from the sucking she had just been forced to perform, but now there was another massive dick in her mouth. The second cock was even bigger than the first, and she was choking on it. She made sure she kept her mouth open wide and didn't bite.
Barth seemed even more horny than Arthur. His cock pulsed and throbbed, and she could feel the heat burn the inside of her mouth.
He moved his cock with his hips, and he swung his big body back and forth, fucking her tight little mouth as if it were a cunt. Arthur just sat and grinned, enjoying the spectacle of the helpless teenager being forced to eat cock.
Her rosy-red lips encased the meat tube, and her foamy saliva frothed as she worked on the cock. He pushed his dick so far down her throat that it seemed to reach her stomach.
He wasted no time in having his orgasm. He gave a low grunt, and then a massive load of hot cum poured out of his dick and filled Ellen's mouth. The man came and came, and there seemed to be no end to the flood of hot cum pouring down her throat. This load of sperm was even more vile-tasting than the first. It burned her throat as she frantically swallowed to get it all down.
"Ahhhh!" he said loudly. Then he picked the girl up by her hair and threw her to the floor of the car.
Barth grinned and looked at his partner.
"Not bad at all," he said.
"A natural. That little cunt really knows how to suck cock."
"I don't think we ought to dump her too quick," said Arthur. "Having a little cunt like that around to suck our cocks could prove somewhat amusing."
Ellen, sprawled nude on the dirty floor of the car, was in tears. Her throat burned from the men's jism, and little flecks of the horrible stuff dripped out of her nose. She was now positive that these two men were dangerous lunatics. She wished she could get Ricky's help, but he was still tied helpless in the back of the car.
The two men finished their conference. It was decided that Ellen and Ricky would be taken to the city, and placed in the car of the man named Martin.
Ellen was terrified at this prospect, but before she could realize what was going on, she had been picked up and dumped into the back of the Jeep with her boyfriend. The two nude teenagers were tied together in a sixty-nine position, helplessly bound by thick itchy ropes.
Ellen's mouth was right on top of Ricky's shriveled cock, and his mouth was jammed into the warm and dripping gash of Ellen's cunt. Ellen was horrified to discover that the ordeal had actually gotten her sexually aroused. She tried to block the episode from her mind. She could not bear the thought that her brutal oral rape had turned her on.
Ellen wanted to talk to Ricky, but she found that she could not move her lips without allowing their moist softness to graze Ricky's imprisoned dick. And Ricky could hot say anything without his lips caressing Ellen's cunt.
Ellen decided that she had to communicate with Ricky, even at the risk of arousing him. The two brutal kidnapers had already started the car, and she could feel it speeding down the highway.
Ricky's cock felt hard and warm against her lips. He had gotten terribly excited by the feel of her mouth, even though he was scared. She began to talk, all the while involuntarily blowing her teenage lover.
"Ricky," she whispered, her lips grazing his cock-head.
"I can hear you, Ellen," he whispered, his mouth full of warm pussy.
"We have to get the hell out of here," she moaned.
"I know. Maybe I can bite through these ropes."
"Quiet. Maybe they can hear you," she said.
Ricky's cock was now hard and long. The thick purple head of his dick had entered her mouth, and it was getting harder and harder for her to talk.
The juice in her cunt were also beginning to flow. Ricky had to lap the pussy juice off his chin in order to talk properly.
"Where are they taking us?" he asked, his face full of pussy.
"They said something about going to the city. I think they want to get rid of you," she said.
"I'm really scared. They seem like a pair of cons or something," he said.
In spite of his fear, he could feel his cock entering her warm mouth. Ellen still had to gulp in tremendous amounts of air, and the action of her mouth was heating up the blood of the bound young stud. Without thinking, Ricky began to move his hips back and forth. The warm heat made his cock pulse and throb.
Ellen knew that Ricky couldn't help himself. He was ashamed of the way he was acting, but the purely physical reaction of cock in mouth was having its effect on the helpless young man.
Ellen was almost disgusted. She had just been forced to blow two strange men, and now there was another cock in her mouth, the cock of her supposed protector. She wanted to bite on it, just to make him stop, but before she could, Ricky began to cream right in her mouth. He shut his eyes and began to lap on her pussy, sucking the tasty juice pouring from the hot little gash.
"Arrrgghh!" he moaned.
Spurt after spurt of cum gushed into Ellen's mouth, and she shut her eyes and moaned to herself. She made no attempt to swallow, and she allowed the white juice to drip out of her open mouth, even as Ricky pushed against her to increase his own perverse pleasure.
There was no way to hide the sound of the intense lust in the back of the Jeep.
Barth turned around just in time to catch a glimpse of the rampant dick, shooting its load deep into the throat of the young girl.
"What the fuck is going on back there?" he said. He poked his partner in the ribs. "Hey, Arthur, stop the car! That little bitch can't get enough dick! Now she's blowing the little asshole!" he exclaimed.
The car ground to a halt, and the two men looked at the sordid scene. Ricky had his eyes closed, and was still thrusting his cock into his girlfriend's throat. His face was buried in her twat.
The two men smiled at each other, enjoying the sight of their captive little cocksucker.
Ellen was now completely disgusted. She felt betrayed by everyone. Ricky had proved to be a little bastard. Instead of helping her out, he had cum in her mouth, the same as her brutal captors. The tears began to well out of her eyes. She no longer gave a shit about Ricky, or anything else. As far as she was concerned, he was just another bastard.
Barth leaned over and grabbed Ricky by the hair, and glared at him.
"Did you see the plate number of our Jeep, asshole?" Barth asked.
"No," answered the nearly delirious teenager.
"Lucky for you, asshole," said Barth. The man brought his fist back and let Ricky have a powerhouse punch to the face. The blow put Ricky out like a light. Then Barth took a huge knife from the glove compartment and slicked the ropes that bound the boy.
Arthur gave Barth a hand. They picked up the unconscious boy and threw him out of the Jeep. He landed with a sickening thud on the grassy knoll, at the side of the highway.
"That ought to hold the little bastard," said Barth.
"Do you think he got our plate number?" asked Arthur.
"Now. And the way he acted he won't even remember the way we looked. I don't think we'll have to worry about him at all," he added.
Ellen still lay in the back of the car, bound, nude and helpless. She was actually glad that they had gotten rid of Ricky. He had turned out to be no good after all. He was just as bad as the rest of them.
She looked at the two men defiantly. Barth was the first to speak.
"You see, girlie, even your best friend turned out to be a slob. That's a lesson you'll soon learn. Everybody's rotten. You just can't trust anybody at all. If you're smart, you'll come along with us like a good girl, and not cause any trouble," he concluded.
Ellen thought about this whole mess. She was sure that she did not want to go back home. She felt like she had been betrayed. She would show all those bastards. She'd teach her father a good lesson too. She decided she would go along with the two men, and do anything they wanted her to do. She'd get back at everyone.
The very idea of being the sexual slave of these two powerful men made her pussy hot. Here was a chance to get all the sex she wanted, and have a wild escapade as well. She made up her mind, then and there that she would willingly submit to any man that wanted her.
"All right, I'll go," she said to the two men. "You can do anything you want to me. I want you to."
"That's a smart girlie," said Barth. He took his knife and leaned into the back of the car, and cut the ropes that bound the nude girl.
"Remember, no tricks, or we'll have to cut up your pretty face a little bit," he reminded her.
"Oh, no tricks, I'll be a good girl, I promise," she whined.
"That's a smart girl," he repeated.
Ellen jumped up into the front seat, and snuggled against the two men. She could see that they were already getting excited again, and she liked the sight of their good, hard dicks. She reached out and touched Arthur in the crotch. He responded with a grunt of pleasure.
"You're going to make a fine little piece of tail," he said.
"I'll try," giggled Ellen.
She felt free and proud. Nobody was ever going to tell her what to do again. She was going to be an outlaw, and fuck and suck and do what she pleased. Her stupid old father could just go fuck himself and his curfew, she decided.
Barth was looking at the young girl and drooling. She had a tan, ripe body, and the very sight of her made his cock as hard as a rock. He couldn't wait to jam his dick back into her moist mouth.
Ellen wriggled with pleasure. She enjoyed the feel of being nude in the front seat of a car with a couple of tough men. She would let them do anything they wanted to her, anything at all. She felt like a harem girl, and the idea of being a slave had always excited her.
"I like the way you look, bitch," said Barth. "I think I'll just keep you naked as long as I own you."
Own her, thought Ellen. The words sounded funny. She was going to be owned by a powerful man. She felt shivers travel up and down her spine, and she felt the moisture gathering inside her hot little cunt.
Barth had another bright idea. He rummaged through the glove compartment for a few minutes, as if he were looking for something. He threw out a box of Kleenex, an old scumbag, a roll of toilet paper, and then he grinned when he found what he was looking for. He held it up for Arthur to see. It was a dog collar, the choker-chain type.
Ellen did not realize what he was up to for a moment, but then she caught on. Barth slipped the chain around her neck, and he giggled as he examined her.
"You're mine, slut," he said. "Say 'yes, master'," he ordered.
"Yes, master," repeated Ellen, the words sounding funny in her ears. The chain felt cool and slippery, and she was happy that Barth was paying her so much attention. She felt as if she were really worth something now. She loved being owned, she decided.
"Next week, I'll get a little tattoo for your rump," he told her.
Ellen shivered. It felt funny to hear him talk like that. He was going to takeover her life completely, and she was going to let him. She shook her full tits, feeling the metal chain click on her body as she did. It felt good. She felt like a totally sexual creature, something she had never felt before. She was going to accept whatever they did totally, and she was going to give them no argument.
Both men were looking at her obscenely, and she could tell that their cocks were full and hard. She wasn't in the least bit ashamed. In fact, she was proud of the way she had them captivated. She was happy that they lusted after her full warm body.
This was not the first time she had been ogled by men, but this time she knew that she must be available to them if they wanted her. It seemed as if something had snapped inside her, and she was willing to happily submit to her captivity.
She decided to examine her two captors. She still didn't really know what sort of men they were. She knew they were dangerous, but she didn't think they would harm her as long as she satisfied them sexually.
Both men looked like hardened ex-cons. They were unshaven, and they carried themselves in the suspicious, reptilian fashion of men who were constantly on the alert for danger. She noticed they were always looking out the window, keeping one eye alert for the possible approach of the police.
"What did you do?" she asked, batting her lashes.
"What the hell do you mean, cunt?" replied Barth.
"I mean why are you running away with all these guns? You must have done something wrong," she said.
"I think you ask too many questions, bitch. You better shut up or you'll end up just like your friend. I'll tie you up and throw you in those bushes so fast you won't know what hit you," Barth said with an air of menace.
Ellen decided that she had better shut up. There would be plenty of time to answer questions later, and then she would find out everything that they were keeping secret.
Arthur, who was driving, pulled on the dog collar that was around her neck, and she fell face forwards onto his exposed cock. With a reflex action, she opened her mouth and began to suck on it hungrily.
Arthur moaned with pleasure. He patted the sucking little cunt on the head.
"Eat cock, cunt. Eat it. What did I tell you, Barth? This one's a real cocksucker," he said.
Ellen didn't answer. She felt exhilarated. Here she was, with a tremendous mouthful of hard dick, a chain around her neck, and speeding down the highway at ninety miles per hour. The erotic excitement was just too intense for her to bear. She wanted to squeal with joy, but the fat cock in her mouth kept her quiet.
Arthur came quickly, and she gobbled up the sperm. She was used to the taste by now. She liked the sound of that word in her ears. Cocksucker. She was a real cocksucker now, and she was as pleased as hell with herself. She wished she could go on eating cock forever.
She sat up straight, and looked at the landscape. They had crossed over a bridge, and now they were heading north on a New England highway. The signs were getting unfamiliar, and then Arthur turned the car around and began to take a back road somewhere. They stopped in the middle of a dirt road, miles from the main highway. There was a little shack by the side of the road. It looked like one of those things that hunters used to stay.
The two men got out of the car, and Barth dragged Ellen out by the leash around her neck. She started to walk after them, but suddenly she felt a hard blow on the firm cheeks of her young ass. "OWWWW!" she wailed. "Shut up," said Barth.
"What did you kick me for?" she complained.
"On all fours," he said. "I want you on all fours. You don't stand on your feet unless I tell you to. You're our slave now, cunt, and you had better do everything I tell you to, or else."
"Yessir, I'm sorry," she said. Even through her humiliation, she felt intense excitement. She could feel the juices in her pussy start to flow. She fell quickly to her knees.