Axel was a gaunt, hollow-chested man with a skull-shaped face, lead colored eyes, knife-like mouth and huge, brutal hands. He seldom smiled or changed expression; his was a mask of inbred, unfeeling cruelty. His cohorts were both ugly men in their own right, McShea being the larger with heavy, powerful shoulders, a large, ruddy face, thick lips, a bulbous nose and little mean eyes, while Poulette was wiry and small of stature, with a pointed, bird-like face, vicious bulging eyes and a gruesome manner of speaking through his yellowed, clenched teeth. Ginny Novak knew and feared all three; they were Larreau's enforcers. She had seen some of the horrible results of their work… girls who had violated an order, or crossed the czar in one way or another; if they lived they were usually disfigured, maimed, or at the least, completely broken mentally.
She lay on the bed staring up at them in sheer horror; Larreau had thrown her to them as one might toss a bone to a pack of wild dogs, while Antoine had absolutely denied and deserted her, running off with his tail between his legs to humbly accept his punishment… the cowardly fool. Oh, dear Christ, it was over for her; they'd kill her once they'd satisfied their perverted lusts… she knew it, she knew it!
Axel walked to the bed and gaped down at her naked loveliness, while McShea and Poulette crowded in at the foot and opposite side.
"You're a stupid cunt," the gaunt one said. "And like all stupid cunts… you never learn."
"She likes to fuck," McShea said, grinning evilly. "And when a broad likes to fuck, her pussy does her thinkin' for her, eh, baby?"
"Maybe she'd rather suck than fuck," hissed Poulette. "Let's find out."
Ginny jerked her eyes from one to the other, eyes wide with terror, while her small white teeth nibbled helplessly at her lower lip. Suddenly, her breath caught, wadding in her throat as she watched Axel lean over her, his huge hand reaching down between her legs at her crotch.
"Open 'em," he ordered.
She was too frightened to refuse and she spread her smooth white thighs apart to him, exposing her slightly opened, moist pink slit, still wet from Antoine's attention, to their vile, salacious eyes. She gasped painfully as he dug into her with one thick finger, thrusting it right up into her cunt to the palm of his brutal hand and routing the sensitive, velvety flesh mercilessly.
"Augghhhh, please… please don't…" she pleaded, pressing her buttocks down into the mattress in an effort to escape his torturous invasion between her legs.
McShea sniggered, his ugly face twisted in a lewd grin as he watched his cohort's thick finger drubbing into the pink-fleshed hole in her sparse, blonde-covered loins. Christ, she was a sexy looking slut all right… the old man's private fuck, too… damn, he was really going to enjoy this one.
"You know what happens to people who cross the boss, don't you?" Axel sneered down at her, but Ginny didn't answer. "Well… it's up to us to decide just how much punishment you've got coming. So, for openers, we're all going to fuck you… or maybe these boys have other ideas of a few things they'd like to try on you." Poulette and McShea laughed softly, menacingly. "Me… I've wanted to get my cock into you for a long time, bitch, but there was no way as long's the old-man wanted you… now, that's all over, eh?"
Ginny felt him jerking his finger out of her and she sighed with the relief from pain, but she continued to lay as if petrified as suddenly they all started to undress. Panic seized her then; abruptly, she tried to scramble and bolt from the bed. McShea caught her from behind, twisting his hand in her long blonde hair and yanking her backwards across the bed. She screamed and Axel struck her with his open palm, back and forth, a half-dozen blows across the face, breasts and stomach. McShea caught at her arm, wrenching it cruelly up behind her back, forcing her over onto her stomach. Poulette came up on the other side of her and together, he and McShea pushed her shoulders tightly down, then knees wedged her own apart with a rough pressure as one of them moved in close behind her.
"Up, bitch! Kneel up!" Axel charged her, grasping her hips.
There was nothing to be gained by cooperating she reasoned; they would do whatever they intended anyway. In the end, she would probably wind up dead. She lay flatly on the bed in defiance, crying now, but in rage as much as fear. The hands holding her shoulders fast moved away, temporarily freeing her, then her arm was being thrust inhumanly upward behind her back once more and she was being hauled up and backward to her knees. She cried out, continuing to struggle against them, but she was no match for their strength.
"Fuckin' bitch!" snarled Axel as she swung her smooth rounded buttocks back and forth in a futile attempt to evade whatever he had in mind.
"I hope she throws it around like that when I get into her," McShea said, chuckling lewdly. "I'll fuck her silly."
Poulette had begun to squeeze, twist and pull at one of her full, hanging breasts, while McShea thrust her arm up further between her shoulder-blades, forcing her face down hard against the bedcover, and her swaying hips up higher into the air.
Ginny gasped with the pain as, suddenly, there was a thick invasion… a brutal probing at her naked loins from behind… as if the end of a baseball bat was being burrowed into her fear contracted vagina. She screamed, begging him to stop, but in vain. The tears gushed down her cheeks and the impalement continued, until she felt her thighs pressed wide apart, the heavy weight of his loins battering against her buttocks, shoving her face hard into the bed with the fierce pain racking her unwanting passage. The sensitive channel felt as if it were ablaze, and his massive prick ramming into it made her think of a leaden weight studded with burrs. She was in agony; her back throbbed from bending in her obscene position. Now, there were hands and more hands pawing her body, mauling her breasts and clutching at her bottom. Good God! Someone was shoving a finger right up her anus… her still smarting rectum, sore beyond reason from Larreau's sodomy of the night before.
Hissing wails of breath tumbled from her lips. Her cunt felt as if it were being steel-wooled into raw, bloodied meat… but then not quite so bad as it began to moisten with her own lubricating juices; however, simultaneously, his penetration increased, until she felt as if her whole passage and belly were being split open, as if she were being ripped from her anus to her breasts, the latter, of which, were being squeezed, pulled and knurled viciously.
Kneeling behind her obscenely spread and presented buttocks, Axel gritted his teeth and fucked in and out of her with dynamic lunges that began from his toes and quivered up through his strong, lean thighs to reach the apex of sensation in his long, rock-hard cock pummeling into her, ramming and splattering her flesh in every direction, blazing a trail of entry as if his lust-inflated shaft were an auger tunneling into her soft, vibrant body. His hands clutched at her satin-smooth white flesh, squeezing and punishing sadistically, hurting her and making her cry out and writhe with the pain, fear and degradation.
His balls swung wildly, alive with a mounting pressure ever building, while his cock tingled and pulsated. He ran his hands over the tormented flesh which, unwillingly but helplessly, was at his mercy. He jerked her buttocks apart, spreading them open obscenely, exposing the little wrinkled, inflamed hole of her anus, and he shoved his thick finger into it finding little resistance. His cock was battering into her to the last fraction of an inch, the sheath of her cunt still snug around his rigidity, its clasping, milking folds raising foul obscenities of delight to spew from his knife-like lips.
Ginny knew no pleasure. She was helpless, shamed, and her body ached as if it were infested with demons of the damned. She lay with her face sideways against the bedcover, enduring the unbelievable abuse at her helpless genitals with silent tears. All of her life she had given herself and had been taken by men, but never had she felt more naked, more debased, and so defenseless. Her crotch was one great open gap and his massive, violent prick was racing into it like some pistoning bludgeon being driven by super force. She was being hopelessly destroyed.
Her lips opened and closed in agony. Occasionally, she tried to flatten her hips or draw her buttocks in to lessen the pain of her rectum, but this only tightened her vagina, increasing the torture of his ruthless entry. And then, suddenly, there were fingers at her lips, opening her mouth, and a rubbery, stiff, hot object being rubbed around her there. She opened her eyes and saw it… a prick long and thin… Poulette's lead-hard rod, and he was lying along side her, pushing the vile thing into her mouth. She tried to resist, twist her head and squirm away, nauseated with the mere thought, but he grabbed at her nose, pinching it between thumb and forefinger until she gasped for breath, then the thin pole of flesh rammed in, crushing through her moist, red lips, between her even, white teeth and into the warm saliva of her mouth. She felt it on her tongue, no longer like a thin instrument, but a huge, blunt, hot cudgel, absorbing her complete attention momentarily from the never-ending battering of her vagina and the turgid head that was crashing against her cervix, causing her to jerk forward from the agony.
"Suck it, you cunt!" Poulette hissed between his teeth. "And suck it with feeling or I'll slit your fucking throat!"
Ginny felt his hips begin to rotate in toward her and his long cock to slide in and out of her mouth, never quite withdrawing, always leaving an inch or two beyond her lips in the warm, wet sanctuary of her mouth. He had grasped both sides of her head vise-like between his thin, strong hands and was holding it firm. Abruptly, he began to saw into her face with viciousness, causing her to gag as he plunged it half-way down her throat, its full length near-disappearing between her wide-stretched, ovalled lips to the hilt. Suddenly, his balls slapped harshly against her chin, the wiry black hair covering them tickling like the brush of a feather. She struggled for breath, catching small lungfuls of air on his outstroke.
She closed her eyes. Saliva filled her mouth and once or twice she coughed and spluttered, but then she grew accustomed to the asphyxiating entry and let it move in and out with rapidly increasing vigor, racing at a faster pace than its cohort gouging her cunt.
Axel suddenly realized that he was going to cum. He squeezed and kneaded the soft, white flesh of her thighs and buttocks fiendishly, thrusting with demoniacal fury, sensing his approaching orgasm growing in its intensity, until there was a heavy weight of blood hanging on the knob of his aching prick. He gaped at her tender lips clasping around the expanding, whitening cock of Poulette, who was writhing his own hips frantically as he fucked into her face. She was sucking and licking him now with subservient compliance, completely resolved to her task, as if she was working to end it.
Ginny was praying for it to reach a conclusion. The cock in her mouth was slimy with her saliva, and momentarily the moisture was thicker and the taste more pungent. She felt his loins pound against her face, tensing now in growing, trembling movements. His hands gripped her cheeks and then her hair, and he seemed to be trying to shove his prick down her throat to meet the other racing up into her cunt. Oh God… Oh God! she groaned inwardly, as they buffeted her back and forth like some lifeless mannequin between them, using her helpless, defenseless body as some great receptacle into which they'd pump their lewd, lascivious sperm. She felt hardly human any longer, for it seemed that the debased ravaging of her body had been going on for a never-ending eternity.
Poulette gasped, once, twice, a third time, then crushed his hips into her face so that she was suffocated and fought for breath, and even as she struggled, her mouth was flooded, his jerking cock gushing forth thick streams of creamy, piquant liquid into her throat, her cheeks bloating and contracting as she swallowed to keep from choking on the great continual spurts spewing from it, while immediately it began to lose its size and weight and his loins fell away, allowing her to breathe again. She opened her mouth to spit out some of the seething sperm clinging to her tongue and the roof of her mouth, but the opportunity was short lived. McShea had hauled Poulette from the bed and dropped his own big frame in his place. Before she could twist away or close her mouth again, his long, thick foreskinned prick crashed between her lips and she groaned in bitter anguish as she realized the vile degradation was about to be repeated. Again… and then, perhaps… again after that…
Numbly, she became aware once more of the filling of her cunt from behind, the pummeling rod of flesh that was pounding into her belly untiringly, and that was as broad and deep as her loins. There was no erotic feeling… nothing except the pained frictioned scraping of his cock as it grated against her cuntal walls. He was almost to the point of orgasm; she could hear him panting and grunting, his brutal stroke always increasing… faster, faster… harder, harder… and he expanded her thighs so wide with his knees that she was almost forced down flat on the bed, with her hips and pelvis afire with their ache at the inhuman stretching.
He gasped and cursed while at the same time, McShea's heavy cock was poling into her mouth to her tonsils, then, she felt him thrust into her so hard from behind that she cried out around the choking, blood-engorged head of the prick in her mouth, and he began to jerk convulsively against her ass as his shaft began shooting its thick, hot load deep up into her painfully burning cuntal passage; at last, he, too, was falling back away from her, allowing a cool rush of air to brush against and soothe her tortured cunt. But it was a brief respite, for as he crawled away she could feel another taking his place. Frantically, she twisted her neck and looked up and back to see Poulette mounting her, his thin, powerful hands tearing brutally at her round, white ass-cheeks, his finger gouging at her tender, puckered little anus. My God, he had another erection!
"Round robin, baby," Poulette hissed down at her between his teeth. "And it'll go on and on like this for hours, eh? Suck and fuck… until your belly's filled so full a cum you'll drowned in it… the time of your life, oui Cheri… the very last time…"
McShea chuckled lewdly as he clenched her cheeks and rammed his thick cock into her throat. "Suck it, you whore! Suck it!"
Ginny could barely think any longer; her agony had reached almost beyond human endurance. Her brain whirled and panic filled her… then, suddenly, excruciating pain, as Poulette's re-hardened cock charged right up her tightly resisting rectum in one barbaric thrust.
Oh God… Oh God… Oh God! It was the end for her… the bitter deplorable end… and there was no one in the world to help her… no one who cared a damn what happened to her… Oh God… have mercy on me…!