It took a moment to figure out where she was and what was happening to her. She could hear birds chirping, but it was still dark. Her bladder ached. Her muscles were cramped.
Ellen tried to move, to roll over, but she found that her arms were tied out to the sides. Then she remembered it all. It was dark because of the blindfold. Yet, it must be daylight, or the birds wouldn't be singing.
She rolled her eyes, trying to see through the thin spot. She couldn't find it. The blindfold must have been repositioned sometime during the terrible night.
She lifted up as far as she could and determined that they'd untied her hands from behind her back and had spread-eagled her on the bed.
A cool wisp of air fanned over her body and let her know that she was still totally naked. The thought modified her. She felt her pussy lips try to close together.
The movement made the pressure in her belly more intense. She didn't know what to do. She didn't want to call them in and be led to the bathroom.
They were leaving her alone. That was what mattered most. But she couldn't continue to hold it much longer. And if she just flooded the bed, they'd probably make her lie in it. There was no choice but to call one of them in.
She listened for a sound. Only country noises came to her. Were they all gone? Had they left her alone?
Desperately, she pulled and yanked at the ropes restraining her feet and hands. As before, she couldn't budge them. She whimpered softly from the effort and the frictional burns she was giving herself. She was reminded of stories she'd heard about how animals caught in steel-jawed traps would chew their foot off to free themselves. She understood the desperation now.
She heard a thud from the other room, then a chair scraping back along the floor. Footsteps – a heavy tread.
Not Cy! She cried inwardly. Please don't let it be Cy!
She heard the low chuckle and didn't know whether to feel relieved or not. "Give it up, bitch," he grated, laughing at her. "You can't get free. Even if you did, where you gonna run to, huh? Gonna thumb a ride?" He laughed again. "You'd get as far as the first bank of bushes and then just get the shit fucked out of you again. But then we both know that'd suit you just fine, don't we, Mrs. Chidsey."
Ellen turned her head to the side with mounting shame. She wanted to scream at him that he was wrong, wrong, wrong! But how could she convince anyone of that – even herself after the wanton, shuddering string of orgasms last night.
"Would you send Velma in, please," Ellen said finally.
"What for?"
"I-I need to see her for a moment."
"What for?"
"It's personal!"
"Personal!" he mocked. "Fancy that. You thinking maybe you can work on Velma a little and get her to set you free?" He laughed cruelly. "No way, baby. Velma's my girl. My own adoring cunt! She does everything I tell her to, because she knows what's good for her. Besides, she can't live without my big cock sticking her full of tingles and pleasure."
"Please, Stan?" she pleaded, feeling her belly ripple and her cunt lips quiver with the strain of holding back the flood.
"She ain't here. Anything you want, you tell me."
"Oh, God," she moaned softly, flushing all over.
Then it happened. She couldn't stop it. The pressure became too great. She felt her twat open up and spurt a quick, short stream between her thighs. It wasn't even a cupful, but it felt like a mortifying flood.
He cackled thickly. "Personal, huh?" he mimicked again. "Only a sophisticated phony would think having to piss was something personal. The whole world pisses, baby. What's so Goddamn personal about having to take a piss?"
"Oh, please!" she cried. "Let me up! Let me go to the bathroom!"
"Bathroom! What the fuck you think this is, the Holiday Inn?"
"Hurry!" she cried.
"You piss in the bushes like everybody else. At least, you would, if you weren't such a special, high-class guest. For you, we got a bucket."
"Oh, God," she moaned, beginning to pump her hips up and down and jitter all over. "Then bring it, quick!"
He laughed again. She heard him stoop at the foot of the bed and drag something metallic from under it. He worked at the ropes holding her feet. When they were free, she snapped her legs together and crossed them tightly, feeling her crotch getting wetter and wetter.
He undid the hand at the far side of the bed and then roughly swung her legs around so that they hung over the edge of the bed. She sat up, her fingers clutching the spread.
He yanked her legs apart and shoved the cold, hard bucket between her thighs. She visualized the big circle, the way her twat was spread wide, centered over it.
Her legs stiffened until her feet touched the floor. Her buttocks rested right on the edge of the bed, her twat free of it and thrusting forward.
She leaned back on stiff arms, her tits thrusting, her whole body nearly straight, making a forty-five degree angle with the bed. She'd never felt so lewd and shamelessly exposed in her life.
"Ohhhhh, I can't… I'm going to… oh, God!"
She jumped. She felt his fingers at the top of her cleft, spreading her pussy lips wide, making her urethral orifice totally exposed. His middle finger clicked her clit at the same time, sending shivers of sensation through her already stimulated pussy.
"Tickle, tickle," he said huskily, staring right at her open twat. "Come on, Mrs. Chidsey, and make your water, and I'll tickle your little pussy some more."
"Ohhhhh, you bastard! You demoralizing, rotten bastard!" she moaned harshly.
His finger flicked and flicked over the tented fold, making sensation blaze through her. There was no way she could keep from doing it, no matter how vulgar and deeply ashamed she felt.
Her belly rippled. She felt the muscles stretch and open. She felt the hot rush, the steaming stream.
"Ahhhhh!" she cried, tipping her head back, feeling her tits thrust hotly from her chest. It was nearly like having an orgasm. It felt that good to let it go.
The metallic sound of her gushing stream was devastating. It sprayed away the last bit of pride she had left.
"God, look at it," Stan grated huskily beside her.
His fingers swirled over her clit, making her stream wobble wildly and miss the bucket part of the time. She felt it spray against her leg, heard it spatter against the wooden floor as she overshot.
She was aware of his heavy breathing and the way his free hand gabbed at her tits and squeezed them hard and slid down her squeezing belly to her pussy, as if he were trying to push it out of her faster and harder.
Then she felt his iron-hard, blazing-hot prick punching into her buttock as he began sidling under her hips and pulling her butt up over his lap so that she would be sitting on him instead of the bed.
"Ahhhhhh, you perverted creep!" she cried, feeling his cock thrust upward between her ass-cheeks.
Her stream spurted and stopped and spurted again. She moaned and twisted her hips atop his thighs finally. She was able to lean back against his chest.
He brought his hands around to her pussy and held her cunt ups wide open. The head of his prick nosed into her cunt hole and choked off her stream for a moment, and then he began fucking her hard, thrusting and probing into her cunt while she continued to piss toward the bucket.
"God! Ohhhhh, God!" she cried, feeling nakedly obscene.
He watched over her shoulder, gasping and puffing, viewing the thrust of his solid meat into her open hole, seeing the hosing spurt from the top of her pussy at the same time, as if she were in the throes of constant ejaculation while he fucked her.
She tried not to watch it herself. She closed her eyes. She turned her head. She moaned again and again. But she watched, too, and her vaginal tunnel squeezed and shuddered wildly.
"Ahhhhhh, God, that turns me on!" he choked, lifting and fucking, making his fingers pinch and spread her lips alternately.
It was getting all over both of them. After a moment, she didn't care any more. She felt her breath catch in her throat, just as it was in his.
She didn't know how he could make her do anything more base than this. It was the bottom, the worst.
And it was so Goddamn thrilling she couldn't stand it!
"Eeeeeeaaaaaaagh!" she cried suddenly, the sound tearing from her lips.
Her whole body crushed together with powerful spasms. She sat atop his lap and felt her ass-cheeks clench at his root and her pussy muscles suck his cock all the way inside her.
She twisted and writhed, screwing her ass down against him, letting everything go. Her pussy sucked and gobbled at his prick and drew the boiling sperm right up through it.
"Yaaaaaagh!" he bellowed over her shoulder, watching the last forceful spurts come from her finger-spread pussy slit, driven through the air by her orgasmic spasms.
His hot, foaming load shot into her cunt, hosing up into the depths of her belly, swirling around, spurting out backwards, so that it seemed she was pissing sperm now.
The white syrup strung downward and splashed into the bucket. His cock fucked and fucked into her wet, draining pussy. She watched it all, and it wasn't enough.
"Ah! Ah!" she gasped, still shivering against his chest, her pussy sucking and pulling at his prick, begging for another load.
"You liked that, didn't you!" he grated.
"No!"
"You're lying!"
"No… ohhhhhhh, God…"
He clamped his hands over her straining, full tits and rolled them all over her chest, pulling at the distended nipples, making sensation blaze through her hot body, her awakened body.
"You loved it, you dirty, foul slut! You loved the double thrill of pissing and coming at the same time, don't lie to me!"
"God, it was awful!"
"Then why is your hot cunt still sucking at my cock?" he grated, cackling evilly, pulling at her tits and swirling his fingers over her wet clit.
"It's not! It's not!" she cried, shaking her head wildly, her voice harsh and husky, the sound of it not even deceiving her any more.
"You phony bitch, you can't lie to me. We're two of a kind, baby. Two hot fuckers! You want another trip to the moon so bad you can't stand it. Admit it!"
"Ahhhhhh, no!" she cried.
Deny, deny! You're good at denying! You've practiced denying how good it feels for sixteen years! She thought.
"No-o-o, I hate it!" she moaned. "Take it out! Don't make me come any more! I don't want to come any more!"
"Bullshit, baby," he grated.
He cupped his hands under her ass. He lifted. She felt her clutching, clasping pussy suck tightly around his slippery shaft. She moaned with each inch of withdrawal, everything about her body betraying her words.
His prick popped from her cunt. She felt her vaginal mouth spasm wildly, wanting it back inside her.
She got it, but not the way she'd expected.
"AAAAAGH! NO!" she yelled throatily.
Her body shot stiffly erect. Her legs sprang horizontally from her position on his lap. Her tits thrust outward from her chest, the nipples popping from the pointed ends as if they were two red corks ready to be fired across the room.
Her spine was nearly ram-rod straight, and her head felt as if it would fly straight up to the ceiling. Her eyes bulged, and her mouth fell wide open.
Her cunt spasmed and pulsed, rapidly opening and closing; the red mouth winking like a neon sign garishly proclaiming: This is the place! This is the place!
"Yaaaaaah, no-o-o!" she squealed again, her buttocks shuddering as the slippery poker of his prick burned between them and seared into the tight, tiny, screaming pucker of her asshole.
"Right up your hot, slutty ass, you phony bitch!" he grated, gasping and humping upward with his hips.
He slipped his hand around the sides of her hips and curled his fingers around her cunt. He pulled her ass downward, forcing the tight anal ring to stretch around the spearing mushroom of his cunt-slick cock-head.
Ellen couldn't even scream any more. Her breath was stuck in her throat. She felt her anus stretching and burning, opening up to the lancing shaft.
After sixteen years, it had shrunk. She remembered the last prick she'd let be fucked up her asshole. She couldn't remember the boy, but she suddenly remembered the way his prick had felt.
It had driven her wild. Her asshole had sucked and gobbled at the hard shaft. She had shaken her head from side to side and babbled for more, and there had been another hard prick in her mouth suddenly.
Maybe that was why her tongue was thrusting in and out of her pursed lips right now. The red, silky surfaces tingled with the rapid fucking of her tongue between them. Since there wasn't another prick to suck on, her tongue would have to do.
She felt her anal ring pop suddenly, and she knew that the wide part of his cock-head had entered her ass. Then she felt the rippling sensation of the veins and bumps along the bottom of his shaft as it sank deeper and deeper up her ass.
"Ahhhhhh!" she cried shakily, her hips tossing.
It was happening. She was suddenly aware of the way her asshole muscle was pulsing and drawing inward, helping him fuck her!
"Yeah, ohhhhhh, yeah!" he gasped heatedly in her ear. "You like that, don't you, baby. I knew you would. I knew what a hot bitch you were. Suck it up your ass, you cheap whore!"
"Oh, don't – don't!" she gasped. "Don't fuck my ass! It hurts! It's been so… Ohhhhhh, fuck my pussy instead! Anything!"
"Been a long time, huh, baby?" he cackled, running his fingertips up and down her slippery, quivering cunt slit.
"I didn't say that!" she denied vehemently, moaning again.
"Christ, you're something else! Who are you trying to hide from, huh? Me?" He laughed harshly, scornfully. "We settled that last night when you sucked my cock, Mrs. Chidsey. You can't hide from somebody who can see right through you. You hiding from Burke? Poor ol' Burkie? Have you been cheating him just to show him you aren't the hot-twatted two-dollar whore we both know you are? The poor bastard! Have you been doing that to him?"
"Ahhhhh!" she cried, feeling his prick draw down and then lunge up between her cheeks until his shaft was fucked into her butt all the way.
"Have you!" he growled, doing it again and again.
"Yes!" she cried suddenly, the sound tearing from her throat.
"You've been hiding your hot cunt and your steaming asshole from him? And from yourself?"
"Yes, yes! Yes!" she sobbed, taking thrust after hard, deep thrust into her bottom.
He swirled his fingers over her clit. He massaged her bloated, dripping pussy lips at the same time, nearly tearing them from her twat. He rimmed her pussy hole hard and fucked his finger into her cunt so that she could feel what it would be like to have two pricks fucking her holes at once.
She couldn't believe that she'd admitted it. Had he lashed her with whips and beaten her with sticks, she wouldn't have. But he was fucking her with his rotten, slimy, spewing prick, the hard shaft that was more forceful than a hundred sticks and whips.
She had to admit it.
Because she couldn't deny it to herself any more!
"You love fucking, don't you!"
"Yes! Ohhhhhhh, yes! I love fucking!"
His prick thrust into her asshole. She felt it bucking and throbbing. She felt it stretching for her depths. She felt the shudders that came from her as her anal ring squeezed and sucked and went utterly wild around the hard, filling shaft.
She felt the steaming rush of sperm, heard his gurgling growl of orgasm, felt him lift and shake, and then she was done for.
Her whole body seemed to open up and accept the truth.
Her asshole went soft and wide for a moment, just enough to let his prick gain its final fraction of an inch. Her cunt tunnel fanned a wide, silken cavern. Her pussy lips filled to bursting and spread open as far as they could to let air and finger and whatever else wanted haven there into her vaginal cave.
Her mouth opened. Even her throat seemed to make a soft, undulating tube just meant for milking sperm from a hot prick. Her tits swelled to bursting, and her hard nipples felt as if they wanted to spurt something sweet and warm.
She paused that way for an eternity, it seemed. Even her heart stopped for that incredible moment.
And then everything crushed together at once, squeezing tightly, entering into one violent spasm after the other, until she was a lolling, rocking blob on his lap, a being of oiled silk that drew and drank and took in.
A great draught of air filled her lungs. She let it out. It emptied from her body the way the torrent of cunt honey flowed from her shaking vagina, hot and slippery, coming as sound instead of sweet fluid.
"Eeeeeeeaaaaahgh!" she sang, her open throat making the tone pure and clean. "I'm coming! Cominnnnng!"
He should have caressed her. He should have kissed her and loved her and made soothing, sweet sounds. That's what Burke would have done.
But Stan didn't. He wasn't Burke. He was an animal. He was like all the boys before. He was interested only in using her.
Maybe that was what Gram had been trying to tell her after all – not that fucking was bad. But that being a cunt was bad.
Stan cackled evilly, triumphantly. He scooped his hands under her ass. He lifted hard and sucked her asshole from around his prick, making her butt let a farting pop of wetness.
He didn't even hold her poised over his lap. He dumped her to the side, as if throwing her away now that he was finished with her. He did it with a sense of scorn and revulsion, as if her body was of no more value than a filled rubber – somebody else's.
The moment of supreme joy she had felt at the instant of truth about herself vanished completely and harshly. She sprawled on her side on the bed, her arm twisting painfully under her body because the hand was still constrained by its rope to the bed.
"Phony cunt!" he growled loudly.
She sobbed. She clutched the bedding between her fingers and rumpled it toward her face and sobbed with wracking hiccups.
"You vile animal…" she whimpered.
He hadn't heard. He'd left the bed. He was standing by the window. He looked through it intently while he used her torn dress to wipe his slimy prick. Then he stuffed the abusing, bruising tool back into his pants and swore.
"Dumb twat!"
Ellen squeezed her eyes shut. She waited, for more. It didn't come. He left the room hurriedly, closing the door behind him, and she realized suddenly that he hadn't even directed the comment toward her.
She lifted her head. That was when she heard the sound of a car outside. A brake drum squeaked. The engine died. The front door of the house opened and closed, and she heard Stan clumping down the wooden steps.
Ellen listened hard for a moment and heard their voices, male and female, too muffled and soft to be understood. Then she made a sudden discovery.
Her left hand was free!
Quickly, she lowered the blindfold, her heart pounding. She saw the room, bare and stark. She whimpered when she saw the complicated knots in the rope binding her other hand.
She worked at them frantically, her fingers scrabbling and uncoordinated because she was right-handed. The voices outside grew louder.
She gasped and stared at the window. She strained all she could to see through it but they were out of sight. She heard them coming up the steps.
Knowing she couldn't possibly free herself in time and knowing the chance for escape right now was nil, even if she did get free, she pulled the blindfold back up over her eyes, adjusting it quickly so that she could see through the thin spot again. Then she flung herself on her back on the bed with her arms and legs outstretched as if they were tied again, and she waited.
The door opened and closed. She heard them in the other room. Stan was loud. He was merciless. The girl had to be Velma, of course. She'd done something wrong.
In a moment, she would whimper and cower and take all his abuse. If he commanded, she would open her mouth and suck his cock. She would spread her legs and let him fuck her with his finger or his prick or a broom handle or anything he wanted to fuck her with, and she would lie there and have an orgasm.
Because Velma was a cunt!
A thing to be used, just as Ellen had let herself be used when she was a young girl.
She had been used by Stan and Cy and even Velma, but she hadn't been able to help that. It hadn't been voluntary, and there was a difference. A big difference!
That was what Gram had been trying to tell her! Not that she shouldn't fuck, but that she shouldn't be fucked!
She sucked in her breath and blinked against her dark world. Excitement coursed through her body, as if she'd just discovered the key to a fabulous treasure.
It was so simple, so incredibly plain now! God, why hadn't she seen that simple truth years and years ago!
Tish – she had to tell Tish the simple truth. She had to make her daughter understand before it was too late for her, too. God, she had to get out of here and tell Tish!
Ellen's mind raced. Was Tish already a cunt? A stupid, for-fucking-only cunt? Had she even been cherried yet?
Ellen thought back and knew that had to be a stupid question. There'd been those two crummy-looking kids Burke had run off. There'd been others before them, and probably others after them that Tish hadn't let them know about, just the way Ellen hadn't let Gram know about any but the first two or three.
No, it was very likely that Tish had been fucked. Been fucked – used, like a dumb little twat.
There was another side to it Ellen had just learned. You could be used without wanting to be – by force. Even by forces more subtle than ropes and blindfolds and pain. It depended on the man.
Thinking back on her own girlhood, Ellen could see that she'd been fucked by boys who were prone to be users, fuckers of cunts. Animals, like Stan. Like the boys Tish had had hanging around.
It came to her with great, sudden clarity that Burke was not such a man. He had never tried to use her, and yet she had reacted to him as if he were the same as the others.
She had held herself back from him and not given to him for fear that he would be another animal. But Burke had been as different from them as… as Jay from Stan, or Jay from Cy. Jay could have used her too, but he hadn't.
"Oh, God, Burke," she moaned softly. "I'm sorry, darling. I'm so sorry! I'll make it up to you, Burke, I swear I will!"
She pulled at her remaining rope ineffectually and then rolled over to work at the knot again. She became aware of the sounds from the other room and stopped.
"…you listen! I came out because I think I have a right to know just what the hell you're doing! Why did you kidnap her, for God's sake! Why didn't you take the jewels the way everything had already been planned?"
Ellen froze, her head turned, listening. That wasn't Velma!
"Hey, baby, for money," Stan said soothingly. "For lots of bread, that's why. Shit, by the time we took the beating from the fence, we wouldn't have crap left over. This way, we get it all, see? C'mon, baby, trust me for once. Shit, she walked right into it! What'd you want me to do, have her escort me into the Goddamn place? She might wonder where I got the key from, don't you think?"
The woman's voice was calmer. "I just don't like it, Stan. It's too much like the last time, three years ago, when you went off on your own with big ideas. I should never have let you talk me into this."
"Aw, baby, that's no way to talk. After what we've been to each other?"
The woman chuckled softly. "Come on, you big stud, cut that out. I've had a long, hard night. I don't think I could get a wet pussy again for a week. Ohhhhh, Stan, come on, stop, honey."
Ellen's ears strained. That voice… low and silky… it was familiar. So familiar!
"I can't stop, baby, you know that. Just looking at that tight little ass makes my cock hard. When I touch it like this – oh, Christ, feel what happens, baby. Feel my cock get hard for you!"
"Stan, I can't – not even if you paid me for it…"
"I am paying you, baby. Fifty big ones! Half and half, just the way we always did it."
"What about the others?"
"Fuck 'em," Stan grated. "Jay'll think a hundred bucks is great all at once. Cy's gonna be happy I don't feed him some hot lead."
"And Velma?" she asked pointedly.
"Ah! Piss on her. She's just a cunt." There was a moment of silence. "God, come on, baby, a quick one. A hot one! Remember how we couldn't wait to fuck back when we had that beach place? Like that, baby, hot and hard and wet!"
"Where are they now?" she moaned heatedly. "I don't want any jealousy until this is all over."
"In town. Don't worry about Velma. She's a cow. Cows don't get jealous."
"I do," she gasped, moaning again. "You've been fucking his wife and Velma."
"So what? Didn't you just say you'd spent all night fucking the horny bastard to a standstill? You trying to make me believe ol' Burkie's prick is the only one that's been slipping in and out of your hot pussy all week, is that it?"
"Mmmm, of course, darling," she chuckled throatily. "What do you think I am, one of your two-dollar whores, like her?"
"Christ, not to me, baby," he rasped huskily. "That silky, sweet pussy's worth a million to me!"
"Which pussy, Stan? Hers?"
"This one, baby. This slippery-lipped gash right here."
"Ohhhhhh, God…" she gasped breathlessly. "I don't know why you turn me on like this! My cunt's sopping inside already! And you're just an animal! A low-class, no-good, rotten – ahhhbhh, God! Deeper, you bastard! Fuck it deeper!"
"Christ! Oh, Christ, what a sweet, hot cunt!" he squealed.
"Ohhhhh, your prick's like a flaming rod fucking into me! Oh, Stan, harder! Pump! Fuck! God, yes! Like that! Qhhhhh, you know how! You always knew how!"
"Baby, baby!" he gasped. "What a pussy! It's the best, I swear it is! All the rest are lined with sandpaper! God, let's not break up any more, baby! We'll take all the dough and run! I can't live without this sweet, silky cunt any more!"
"Yes! Yes!" she gasped, the words ripped from her lips by his hard, driving thrusts into her steaming twat. "Ohhhhh, harder, you fucker! We're not apart now! I'm right under your plunging prick! Ahhhhh, God, I'm going to come! I can't believe it! All night, fucking, and I'm going to come again!"
"Baby! Baby! Me too! Christ, you're sucking it right up my jerking prick!"
"Stan! Fuck me! Ohhhhh, fuck me! I'm… God, I'm going to come! Yes! Yes, now! Ahhhhhhhgh!"
"Baby! Me too! I'm gonna blast your wet cunt full! Ahhhh, shit! Here it comes! Now! Yaaaaaagh, Wanda!"
Ellen froze. She sucked in her breath. She felt as if she'd been smacked in the face with an icy fish. She knew now why the voice had sounded so familiar, and all the loose pieces began coming together in her mind with a rush.
She listened to their moans rise and shudder with orgasm and then fall. Her pussy twitched and burned deep inside as she closed her eyes for a moment and imagined it.
Not them!
Burke's hard, throbbing prick, spewing and hosing and splashing into the first hot, gripping, silky-wet pussy he'd had in seven long years.
The kind of pussy she had denied him…