Laurel was too stunned by the accumulated burdens of her night and day to pay much attention to what was happening now. She sat in the back seat of the car, silent, shaking, looking like a heroin addict in desperate need of a fix. Her face was pale, her lips trembled, and the gleam had vanished totally from her dark eyes.
Punch sat beside her, tentatively exploring her body with his hands. Robin kept looking over her shoulder, from her perch in the front between Timmy and the Spider, and she paid no attention to the fact that Spider had undone half her shirt buttons and slipped a hand inside to tickle her tits. All she could see was Laurel, being manipulated by an increasingly enthusiastic Punch, who was in the process of discovering that her tits were full and firm, with no brassiere protecting them from his fingers. He rubbed the tight crotch of her slacks, too, pushing insistently with his fingers at the fabric riding across Laurel's cunt.
They were up shit creek without a paddle, Robin decided. Laurel didn't have the strength to resist, Robin didn't have the opportunity.
The blonde slouched in the front seat. Timmy was half lying on her, and it no longer seemed important that he was putting his hands inside her green shirt, inside her jeans, upon her body. His fingers pinched a nipple and she didn't even cry out. Who was there to cry to? Spider shared the front of the car with them, and he certainly wasn't about to rescue her from his buddy. Laurel Willis was completely out of it, to judge by her face.
So there was no way out of it. At least not now. But she'd be watching, and when her chance came, these bastards had better be on their toes. Yesterday she'd given Spider a boot in the nuts, and there was a crimson scar on Timmy's cheek where she'd scratched him. If Robin found an opening, she'd leave more than those petty reminders today. She'd mutilate them till, but by then the '58 had pulled up in front of the condemned house on Meigs Street and Robin was being jerked out one door and into another.
The Spider popped open a can of beer and cast gimlet eyes on the two women. "Mmm-hmmm!" he enthused, wiping foam off his mouth. "Looks like we lucked out today! Yes, indeedy!"
Robin stared at Laurel. The older woman was on one of the mattresses, lying on her back, unresisting while Timmy and Punch rolled up her sweater and began to play with her unhaltered tits. They were pink-nippled, Robin noticed, just like Jamie's. Breathtakingly full, though with a tendency to droop, Laurel's boots jiggled uncontrollably as the two boys fondled them. She said nothing. Her eyes were open but they didn't even seem to be in focus. She looked at the ceiling and made pathetic mewing noises almost too soft to be heard Robin shivered in fear, for herself as well as for Laurel.
Spider scratched his belly. "Are you and her queers?" he asked, jerking a thumb towards Laurel. "I mean, that number you were doin' on each other in the kitchen?"
"Fuck off!" Robin snapped, hugging herself defensively.
Spider flashed his knife in front of her face then, scraping the blade edge on the point of Robin's chin. "Don't mean shit," he grinned. "You could be queer as a six-dollar bill but you're still gonna get fucked. Take off your clothes, bitch!"
Robin got to her feet, very slowly, still looking for some opening she could turn around to her advantage. There wasn't any. On the mattress Timmy and Punch were just beginning to strip Laurel Willis' body. Timmy waa sliding down the older woman's jeans and panties in one quick motion, his eyes feasting on the dark forest pussy of curls between her thighs, and Robin could see the sprouting bulge in his trousers. She couldn't desert Laurel, even if there were a chance of saving herself. Robin's eyes darted back to the Spider's face just as he decided to speed up the proceedings.
His hands grabbed the collar of her shirt and yanked hard. Every button down Robin's front popped off and Spider tore the shirt from her body. She tried to cover herself, even though he'd seen her bare tits before. He acted as if he didn't care, dropping to his knees and undoing her belt and jeans. They were tight-clinging on the smooth lines of her hips and legs, but he pulled them down all the same, heaping them on the floor with her feet still in them.
Robin staggered, uncertain of her balance, and the Spider put a hand on her belly. He gave her a push and she fell backwards, plopping down on the second mattress. It was dusty and dirty, and it smelled of dry cum and spilt beer. Robin thought she was about to gag, but that merciful impulse passed by. Her feet were pulled up as the Spider tugged off her pants and panties, jerking them over her shoes. Last of all he unbuckled her platforms and let them drop to the floor.
She didn't want to look at him. She knew his cock was hard, hard for her body, and she didn't want to see the lump protruding at his crotch, didn't want to know what he was about to do with that lumpy bulge. Beside her, on the next mattress, Laurel Willis was still in shock, naked and helpless, and Timmy had crawled on his knees into the opening of her spread thighs. He had his cock out and he was stroking it nervously as he stared at the crack lurking inside her dark-fuzzed beaver.
"Go ahead," Punch invited. "Stick it in her."
"I'm scared," Timmy confessed in his high pitched voice. "We could get in trouble."
"Shit!" Spider bellowed. "Give that cunt a taste of your dick! Only kind of trouble will be if she wants seconds and you can't get it up."
He was taking off his own pants then, kicking and cursing as he jerked his legs free, and the barrel of his cock was sticking through the opening in his boxer shorts. It was a wicked looking prick, Robin thought, thick and curved, like a bull's horn.
Spider dragged his dick into the air, and she could see that it wasn't especially long, though it was thicker than any she had ever had inside her cunt. He petted his rod, as if it were a pedigreed dog on display for some connoisseur, and she saw him smile in anticipation. "I don't know how much you know about fuckin'," he said modestly, "but I reckon you'll know a whole lot more by the time I'm finished with you."
She bit her lower lip as he got down between her legs. I won't help him, she promised herself. If he wants anything, he'll have to take it. I'll just play dead. Resolutely, Robin closed her eyes and held her breath, hands on her stomach with fingers knotted together.
When he rammed his prick inside her cunt, she had to open her eyes. The shock and the pain were too much to bear stoically. His cock plunged into her unready hole, spreading the dry walls of her pussy with unendurable savageness. Robin winced and she cried aloud, locking her fingers all the tighter.
"Oh, Christ!" the Spider yelled. "This is SOOOO fuckin' good!" He rammed his dick all the way in, then drew back for a fresh stroke, grunting heavily as he filled her tight cunt once again.
Tears stung in Robin's eyes and she gasped when the Spider dropped upon her. He was like a wheelbarrow full of bricks on her body and she couldn't breathe, couldn't see. She could only feel his relentless pecker moving in her tight, aching hole. She knew that he was tearing her cunt, that she must be bleeding. He hadn't even bothered to see if her pussy was lubricated enough for penetration. And her cunt didn't want him inside. It refused to moisten, to make his screwing any easier for either of them. Robin twisted her head, sobbing out her revulsion.
"No!" she moaned, moving her face to avoid the kiss he was offering. She'd rather die than let him kiss her, too!
His sucking, leechlike mouth fastened on her neck and he started to give her a Dracula special. God, she thought in disgust, she'd have a fucking sucker bite, too! It was too Goddamned much. But she'd see him and his friends in the electric chair for this. Maybe they'd let her pull the Goddamned switch to fry them.
Robin opened her eyes and she saw that Timmy had finally gotten up his courage. His cock stuck out through his unzipped fly and he was even now inserting it Laurel's cunt, doing it slowly, carefully, as if he were afraid of making a mistake. It was a comical sight, or as near to a comical sight as this experience could provide. Robin wondered if, by concentrating on Timmy and his skittish penetration, she might be able to take her mind off what was happening to her. She tried it.
"Uggghhhh!" she groaned as the Spider's tongue licked up and down her neck from nape to earlobe. He was trying to get it inside her ear now, tracing the whorls and loops, jabbing his tongue as if he meant to fuck her there, too. And he was blowing in her ear.
Timmy sighed as he felt his dick sinking into Laurel's hole. Her crotch jerked as he continued to penetrate and his face showed that he was straining to get inside her cunt. She started to sit up, her eyes beginning to flicker with fresh life, but Punch seized her shoulders and pulled her down once more, and, as quickly as it had stirred, Laurel's resistance faded and she lay whimpering.
Punch continued to hold her until Timmy was balls deep in her gash, and his hands slid down to cup and cuddle the globes of her tits. Robin could see his fingers digging into the cushy mounds, saw the white streaks his clutch left behind, saw the nipples pinched and pink between his fingers. She was sorry that Laurel was there, sorry that she was here herself.
Spider was giving her a fucking she'd never forget as long as she lived. Him cock was hard and thick and brutal, ravaging her tender hole with callous unconcern. Robin knew that every time she saw a man she'd be able to think of nothing but this degrading experience, that she could never be able to trust a man again. Ever. She wanted to cry for herself then, but she couldn't allow Spider the gratification of seeing her tears.
As if he'd even notice. He was grunting like a Goddamned pig in rut, lying on her, crushing her tits beneath his body, banging his crotch against hers. All he cared about was getting his rocks off. And, she was very much afraid, he wasn't about to do that just yet. His fuck strokes didn't give any indication that the Spider was ready to blow his nuts and she feared that he intended to make this an all day job.
Again she looked at Laurel, sick to her heart at what she saw. Mrs. Willis was being buffeted like a toy by Timmy's amateurish, cunt-jabbing strokes. He held her legs up in the air to let his rod in deeply, and with a short, skinny cock like his, Timmy needed all the assistance he could get. Laurel's feet dangled and flopped limply. Timmy might as well be fucking a corpse.
She saw Punch let go of Laurel's tits, saw him got to his feet. He stood there a moment, watching Timmy, watching the fishlike opening and dosing of Laurel's mouth. Robin could see the thoughts forming inside his head, and she saw him glow with sudden inspiration. He unzipped, shucked off his pants, and knelt astride Laurel's tits, guiding his cock to her guppy mouth.
Robin closed her eyes, not wanting to see it, but she found herself opening them again and looking all the same. It was as if she had to know everything, to see it all.
Punch put his cock into Laurel's open mouth and moved it suggestively. She didn't get the message; she only lay there, accepting but not encouraging the rape of her body. Punch sighed and thrust his dick in a little deeper. Laurel made a faraway, gagging sound, and he pulled back quickly. His knob lay just inside the gate of her teeth, resting on her tongue, and Robin saw him caught in his quandary. It was clear she wasn't going to suck him off of her own free will. What should he do?
The blonde girl felt a little tinge of nausea as she saw Punch resignedly take hold of his cock and begin to jack himself, keeping the knob inside Laurel's mouth. It was as if he were turning the older woman into a cuspidor for his jizz. She'd never seen anything so sick in her life. She didn't want to watch. But when she tried to turn away, her own predicament became worse, for the motion of her head brought her mouth into contact with the Spider's, and she found herself kissing him unwillingly. Robin made a chocking sound as she inhaled his stale breath and she forced her lips away, finding that she was compelled to watch Laurel's degradation or else compound her own.
"Oh, baby," the Spider whispered into her ear, breathing hot air across her neck and hair, making her shiver as though the temperature had suddenly dropped fifty degrees. "Have I got a load of jizz building up for you!" And with that he was sucking and biting her skin once more, stepping up the tempo of his fucking. Robin whined in protest, but she was trapped beneath him, impaled on his disgusting prick, and she could only hope he'd be finished soon.
Timmy gave a startled cry and his shoulders shook. Robin knew that he was creaming inside Laurel's cunt. When he pulled back for a last stroke, the sides of his cock were coated in his jism, and he was sighing and groaning as though he'd just been admitted to heaven and found that he'd been elected God.
Not to be outdone, Punch began to move his hand faster and faster on the shaft of his dick. He was jerking himself off so speedily now that he couldn't keep his cockhead in Laurel's mouth. His knob slipped past her teeth to bob and jiggle in the open, but it didn't seem that he noticed or cared. His hand was a blur of motion, and Robin barely saw the first squirt of his cum blast forth.
It was a gleaming glob of cream, darting from the tip of Punch's dick towards Laurel's face, striking her between the eyes. The scum oozed down her nose, across her cheek, hanging for a long moment on her jawbone. Robin followed it with her eyes, staring curiously at the way it flowed, and when she looked away, she saw that Punch was emptying his gun right into Laurel's mouth, cleaning the fuck juice out of his dick with lightning fast strokes of his hand. She could hear the other woman's choking, muted gurgles of protest, could see Laurel's eyes rolling in confusion, it was too sick!
"Oh, shit," Timmy giggled, finally starting to pull his cock out of Laurel's hole. "I gotta piss," he added, but that was obvious, for he'd already begun. His cock streamed yellow water as he tugged it free, right onto the mattress, right onto Laurel's body, and he stood there, laughing like a hyena as he emptied his bladder shamelessly.
Punch looked behind himself with a snicker. "You're like a fuckin' dog," he chided. "If you can't eat it, piss on it." He wiped his cum-dripping dick on Laurel's cheeks and mouth and got to his feet, stepping carefully to avoid the puddle of warm piss that lay on the mattress beside Laurel, between her legs. The afternoon sun beaming through a windowless frame caught a bubble of that liquid clinging to the older woman's pussy hair, made it gleam like a tiny diamond. The incongruity of it made Robin begin to laugh hysterically, to laugh in spite of the bodily and spiritual agony she felt at that moment, and her belly heaved beneath the Spider's bulk.
"See," he grinned. "Told you it'd be fun." He began to fuck her faster, hollering to his buddies, "I think she's comin'."
They came close to watch, and Robin, laughing and crying at the same time, couldn't distinguish their faces any longer. They were blurs, ugly blurs. Nothing else. More tears rolled across her eyes, further muting their images. Now it was even difficult to see the Spider himself, his face only inches from hers. It was like peering through a rain-smeared window at a distant object. She felt almost good now.
At the other end of the room she caught a flash of something, a motion, she wasn't sure what. She blinked her eyes to clear away the tears, [missing text].