Priscilla Devereaux sat morosely in the hospital, her wrists strapped to the bed. Things had become worse since her coming here, under Dr. Hemmings' care two days ago. She had required special surgery for an anal and a perineal tear after the dogs that had raped her had torn their swollen penile lock-knots from her tender orifices, and she had needed a pint of blood to replace what she had lost that day when they had brutally degraded her at the same time as she wallowed passionately in her own wastes in the dust near the Pace mansion. The humiliation she had undergone had thrown her into a state a depression and anger, but her father had vowed to see the evil animals exterminated, increasing the reward to fifty thousand dollars per head.
The final insult had been the mysterious appearance of the video tape in her bedside drawer. She had found it yesterday, after Hemmings had left after examining her, and the note that accompanied it, giving dire warnings about any further attempts to blackmail DesirЋe Denning. She had secretly viewed the tape on the video machine supplied with her private room and promptly gone into fits of anger.
The tape, graphically photographed and well edited showed her in the most degrading position she could imagine, from the time she had of necessity voided her bowels to her seduction and abasement beneath the pounding thrusts of three big, savage German Shepherd dogs! She, Priscilla, the world's most scheming manipulator, had been set up! Obviously, it had been DesirЋe, grown crafty beyond former experience, and now the older girl understood. DesirЋe was the leader of the dog pack. The dog-fucking bitch was controlling them with her nasty pussy. It had been she, DesirЋe, who had arranged for Priscilla to be lured to that remote spot and systematically assaulted. The video tape was ammunition against Priscilla's own designs to shame DesirЋe and alienate the two newlyweds.
She had raged around her private hospital room, breaking everything in sight, until orderlies came to subdue her, and in her fury she had kicked, scratched and bitten until a doctor had run in with a hypodermic to calm her. They had strapped her to the bed and this morning a psychiatrist had been in to talk to her. Still unsatisfied that she was no danger to herself, he had kept her on sedatives with arms and legs immobilized.
Priscilla still wanted Mark Denning back now more than ever, and more than ever hated DesirЋe for coming between her and the man she wanted and deserved. The auburn-haired girl now understood what had to happen. The only way to protect herself from DesirЋe's blackmail was to see the young woman permanently out of the way, and soon. So the spoiled and scheming Priscilla Devereaux resolved to bide her time for another day quietly, until they removed the straps and sent her home.
How would she do it? Arrange a car accident? Poison? Yes, that sounded good. Arsenic, so the little singing bitch would die puking her guts out. Or maybe just a gun? That was a pretty awful death in itself, Priscilla knew, much worse than any depiction in any movie she had seen. She would have time to decide this afternoon, while she waited for these idiots to remove her bindings.
While his erstwhile lover mentally plotted to murder his lovely, loving young bride, Mark Denning was finishing his meeting with Buchanan and Mr. al-Mazkum. The afternoon had been an education in practical politics, and not a pleasant one at that. Mark found himself faced with the necessity of gross conflicts of interest and dishonesty if he were to ever become elected to office through the influence of Buchanan and his many powerful business cohorts. It was amazing the power, all silent and under the table, that these men wielded in the government of his country, even to foreigners like the sinister al-Mazkum, whose dark, smokey eyes hid much more than his words could ever reveal. Mark was beginning to feel soiled by all the covert and immoral activities he saw rising around himself on the front of state politics.
He was beginning to yearn for the company of DesirЋe, who was pure and decent except for one momentary lapse of self-control that night not so long distant when she had surrendered to the plundering penis of the predatory dog Lobo. DesirЋe was a gem and not to be deprecated. He must forgive her for what had happened, just as she had forgiven him for letting it happen to her. Yes, it had happened to her and she had been the victim and he must put the lurid image of her dog-mounted nakedness out of his mind, force it out, and purge it from his memory.
Buchanan had requested quite insistently that she be present at tomorrow night's party here at the mansion. It would be their chance, his and DesirЋe's, to rekindle their love and their physical intimacy. As he thought of her rosy, perfect nudity, he felt himself becoming aroused at the thought of thrusting his penis into her loving, tight vagina and reinitiating their attempts to have a child, which would bring them together like nothing else ever could. The thought of sending his millions of sperm up into her womb to invade and unite with an ovum to produce their son – or daughter as the case might be – filled him with a strange heat. He thought of her lovely, trim body swelling with the robust bloom of pregnancy until the two of them would become three, a family, and somehow, a power in the world of government – the three of them together. Until they were four, five, and six.
He thought of it. Six children, perhaps? Seven? Eight? Though the possibilities were not quite endless, the joy of it would be. Fortunately, even the powerful Lobo's seed could not do to her what his, Mark's, could.
Yes, they had a life to build together, Mark thought, and it was high time they got to work building.
He would call her tonight.
Less than an hour earlier, when DesirЋe had left Tanya and Robyn in panic-stricken haste, the latter had turned to the older girl with wide eyes filled with concern. Her best friend had departed without explanation but in obvious distress, and the teenager felt an answering anxiety. DesirЋe had always been the kindest and most unselfish girl she had ever known, had never done her the slightest harm, and it upset Robyn to think that her friend might be experiencing some pain or hardship.
"What was that about?" she asked Tanya, who sat quietly gazing at the door that had just slammed shut. When the older girl merely shrugged, Robyn came back reprovingly, "Tanya, aren't you worried about DesirЋe? Didn't you see the state she was in?"
Tanya nodded. "Yes, I did, but she didn't let us in on it. What could it be, do you think?"
"Family," said Robyn. "Mark or her parents. They're in Europe, aren't they? Some accident, possibly? What else could it be? A loved one. Nothing else would make her act like that."
"Well, if it were her parents would they have called her here instead of at her own home. She doesn't live here anymore, you know."
Robyn nodded. "Then it must have been Mark. But what?"
Tanya thought a while, then smiled. "Well, I wouldn't want to intrude in their private matters, but she and Mark have been having a hard time. He's gone cold on her and he must have just called up and bawled her out for something. I wouldn't worry about it. Everybody's got their problems in a marriage. I've had mine too."
"Really? Then you don't think it's anything I should worry about?"
"Robs, darling, from what you told me about you and your uncle, you've got enough problems of your own. Frankly, I don't think that screwing your uncle a few times is anything to write home about one way or the other, but I can see it's affected you pretty deeply."
The younger girl's eyes clouded with sorrow. Tanya looked at the striking young brunette teenager with the lithe, mature body. Her hair coloring was darker than DesirЋe's but her beauty rivaled that of the blonde. Together they looked like two heroines of a hit TV show, equally beautiful each in her own way. Robyn was slightly slimmer, though DesirЋe could never be called plump or even buxom, though definitely large-breasted. DesirЋe fair, blue-eyed, and angelic, Robyn chocolatey-haired, trim-hipped, and lithe, with a dancer's grace, for a dancer she was. DesirЋe with the straight nose and patrician features, Robyn with the small, pixie-like nose, wide, greenish eyes, understated dimples in the chin and rosy cheeks. Both girls radiating demure sexuality and prudishness, they would never sink to the moral depth that Tanya felt she herself had reached owing to her emotional deprivation of the last month and the experiences she had had – still secretly – with Liz Clark's wild pets, the dog-pack her husband Rodney seemed obsessed with exposing.
It was true that Tanya had ample reason to be unhappy. Rodney was a not-very-successful freelance writer hoping to win a Pulitzer with the shocking story of the marauding pack of woman-raping dogs terrorizing this affluent, Midwestern farm community. But his devotion to this literary dream of the prize had seriously taxed their resources. He had let many things go back at home, the bill collectors were getting nasty, and they had no resources left at all to get payments and obligations up to date. If Rodney didn't turn something over soon, they would be out on the street with only themselves to blame.
Of course, Tanya had no intention at all of helping him in his quest to find the animals that pleasured her lonely body and soul almost daily. She had lost track of how many times she had been mounted and brought to orgasm by the savagely-rutting animals. Most of all, she loved Lobo's technique, but Bruno, his giant offspring with his mammoth penis was special himself, with a member surpassing in size even that of his father, which was huge by all human – or canine – standards.
So the pressures of her young existence had brought Tanya to a critical stage in her life, where her baser instincts had conquered those more refined and left her with a comforting, hedonistic streak that threatened to overshadow her generally sympathetic and loyal personality. She was now drinking a lot, enjoying sensual afternoons of lesbian indulgence with Liz Clark, and going mad beneath the pounding loins of the animals that the older woman had trained for the purpose.
It was a terrible, tangled web! Rodney had learned to neglect his wife while searching for the dogs his wife had taken to fucking out of loneliness, and at the same time he was getting frequent thrills in heterosexual couplings with the dogs' trainer, Liz Clark, with whom his wife was having a secret homosexual affair. Had either the husband or wife known the truth of the convoluted circumstances surrounding their existence, he or she would have been astounded. But still, both of them were protected by ignorance of the full picture.
There was no doubt that the rot was setting in all over Pickford's Meadows. Even the pristine little Robyn Young was having an affair, albeit reluctantly, with her own uncle, and Tanya knew for a fact that Liz's dogs had had their way with several of the town women, having scared the life out of Agatha Proctor but only after already making use of her homely, red-haired and freckly seventeen-year-old daughter.
Yes, Robyn, and here you sit, you lovely little piece of pink fluff.
"Let's save our worries about Dez until we know it's all for real," Tanya said to the teenage brunette with the silky fall of chocolate hair. "Just relax and pour it out to me. I'm here to talk to, Robs, and I'm the understanding type."
Robyn smiled gratefully, toying with the empty wine glass. She had drunk already far more than during any past experiment with alcohol in her life. She felt relaxed, and the distress she had been feeling about her three sex sessions with Uncle Jim was melting away in the company of her new friend Tanya.
Robyn felt a tear of gratitude burning her eye and she dabbed at it, smiling shyly. "You're so nice, Tanya."
The older girl smiled back and touched the back of Robyn's hand where in rested on her skirt, on the firm and shapely thigh that was beginning to attract the emotionally twisted desires that she had developed in her afternoon orgies with Liz Clark and the dogs. She found she was drawn by firm, young, and healthy flesh, regardless of the sex or species. Robyn was ravishingly lovely and, in spite of her admitted couplings with her uncle, endearingly innocent. But she could be led, for her dear Uncle Jim had led her three times into lustful indulgence.
Tanya pressed Robyn's hand warmly. "Come on, tell me about it. Tell me about the first time with him. From the beginning."
The teenage brunette looked at the other dark-haired girl, finding warmth and, more than that, a fire in her eyes.
"I… I took a horse, to catch up with Priscilla, when she rode out in a hurry. I wanted to… go with her," Robyn continued haltingly. "The horse got spooked, saw something, it looked like a wolf, I think, and ran… ran away with me. Toward a cliff. I knew I was going to die, I was so scared, and I lost control. Wet myself. It was so embarrassing. All down my legs, my jeans – Yuck!"
Tanya was smiling, chuckling, but without ridicule. "Go on."
"I was sure I was going to die, but then he was there, Uncle Jim, like a knight in shining armor, and just swept me up with his big arm and threw me on the back of his horse. I was so weak with fright that I couldn't resist him when he touched me. He peeled my wet clothes off and just… just did it."
"What was it like?" Tanya asked smoothly.
"It-it felt good. Strange to be touched, but good."
Tanya, smiling softly, reached out, put her hand caressingly on Robyn's round, firm breast. "Are your breasts sensitive? Does this feel good."
Robyn shivered and dropped her eyes to the touch. "Yes – they are sensitive."
"And you like to have them touched?"
"Well, yes…" Robyn said, and gave a little nervous laugh. "Yes, I like it. I'm normal, aren't I?"
"Very normal," Tanya reassured her, taking her hand slowly away. She got up and poured another two glasses of wine, giving one to the younger brunette.
Robyn took a sip and smiled. "I guess I shouldn't get too upset. Lot's of girls have lost their virginity by my age. I'm the only one back home – or I was."
"You've got a whole new world of pleasure ahead of you, Robyn, now that you've learned to enjoy a man's cock inside you."
Robyn shivered at Tanya's explicit words, thinking back on the way her Uncle Jim had stroked his big penis so effectively and pleasurably in and out of her tight, wet vagina and brought her to orgasm countless times.
Changing the subject, Tanya said, "Have you seen this house? You know, the Mitchells are really wealthy. While I'm house sitting here, I'm using DesirЋe's room, now that she's married and living with Mark. Like a tour?"
DesirЋe burst through the double doors of the Pace mansion and stopped in the middle of the spacious reception room, looking anxiously around at the faded and dusty furniture. It was a bit eerie to be here in this place that she had heard about but had never before seen. This was where Nancy Pace had been raped by the wild dog, and there were local legends attached to the place. No one seemed to know why the house was unlived-in, but there had been talk of a murder here forty years ago and a haunting, ghosts of the angry departed. It was a splendid house, but the family chose not to live here, preferring a smaller, homier place two miles away on the property, over a hill from there.
Now she stood there, searching for Mark, some sign of his beloved presence, or something of his injury.
Nothing.
Spinning on her heel, she faced Mr. Smith and Mr. Jones coming through the door. While Sam Quaid turned the key in the door lock, Billy Canning walked toward her, smiling.
"Where's Mark?" DesirЋe asked. "I don't see him here."
Billy smiled. He was not bad looking. He had never suffered the acne that had scarred his older brother Johnny's face, and his proximity to and use of drugs had not yet wasted his younger body.
DesirЋe saw his transparent smirk and remembered something of his face out of the nebulous dreams that plagued her sleep at night.
"Just what is this?" she said suspiciously. "Please. Tell me, where is Mark?"
Billy stopped, removing his jacket and loosening his tie while Mr. Smith, Sam Quaid, stood behind him quietly. She forgot, now which was Smith and which was Jones? And it occurred to her that the two names were aliases and that something was seriously wrong. Her voice trembled as she asked meekly, "Please, what's going on? Where's my husband?"
Tossing his jacket and tie on the settee, Billy hooked his thumbs into his belt. "I'm not sure where he is, but he's probably where he's supposed to be. It's you who're in the wrong place."
"I want to go home," she said lamely. "If Mark isn't here, I've nothing to do here."
Billy smiled. "Oh, but you do, I'm afraid." His hand dipped into his pocket and came out with a huge – to her – revolver.
DesirЋe felt her knees going weak, felt a trickle of urine, which she quickly stopped by tightening the exercise-strengthened muscles between her legs. "What-what do you want with me?"
Billy's eyes blazed and there seemed to be a madness in them. "Revenge."
"Revenge? For what?"
"Revenge for my brother, who your nigger lover murdered out there in the fields."
DesirЋe gasped. She was shocked that they knew about her and Clete, doubly shocked that he had killed someone. Out in the fields. That young man in the pasture, torn apart. But that had been the dogs, hadn't it? How…
"He killed my brother, tore him to shreds, because of you."
"Me? Why…"
"So now it's payback time."
Mr. Jones, or was it Smith, thrust the gun at her and she quailed. She hated guns, feared them worse than almost anything. DesirЋe stumbled back.
"Now get your fat ass upstairs."
She hesitated the briefest moment, then turned and hurried up the curving staircase, running away into what she thought must be a dead end. She stopped at the landing, turned and saw the two men right behind her, stopped, looking this way and that.
"There, in that bedroom."
DesirЋe gasped. "Bedroom?"
"Bedroom," averred Billy.
"Please," she whispered, her throat dry. "Not that."
"Yes," answered Billy sadistically. "That. You're going to be a movie star." He looked at Sam, but the latter wore an uncertain expression, and he hesitated as DesirЋe walked slowly through the door, her shoulders drooping as Billy followed her.
Sam was not happy with this. His suggestion to kill DesirЋe had been made under the influence of drugs and now sober and alert, he was not sure killing her would be a good idea. It was certainly not fair. The girl was innocent and would never hurt anyone, yet she was to be made to pay for Johnny's murder. Still, his first loyalty was to Billy, since high school his partner and lifelong friend.
Sam saw the girl pause in the doorway, taking in the sight of the large bedroom, more like a suite, with the fireplace and the large area covered by an Indian silk rug. And the tripods and video cameras set all around.
DesirЋe wanted to throw up. They were going to make her do something and photograph it. Her lips trembled with frustration, that she had just rid herself of the threat of one nasty film and now another one was going to be made. She felt Smith – or was it Jones? – give her back a push and she stumbled into the room. It was a bedroom made for royalty, but what was going to happen to her here inside it?
Sam watched Billy go over to the leather bag where he had secreted the weapons with which to kill her. The plan was to slit her throat with a large, razor-sharp hunting knife, the saw her limbs off, disembowel her, and use the body parts to incriminate Clete for her murder, but not until they had shown the black sheriff the film they planned to sell in the brothels of Europe. The murder of the wife of a state politician would not go well for Clete, and Billy was gloating over Clete's date with the executioner.
Billy started the three video cameras one by one, then positioning the uncertain and frightened girl in the proper spot between them, thrust his hand into the leather bag for the huge Bowie knife. Sam waited, his heart rising to his throat at the thought of seeing DesirЋe's throat gouged open and her hot blood arcing from the severed arteries onto the carpet, the innocent blue eyes that would open wide in wonder, then dim with the rapidly encroaching oblivion of death. Billy was drawing out the knife when Sam's hand grasped his wrist and forestalled the movement.
"Wait a minute," Sam said. "Wait a minute, buddy." His grip was strong and Billy's eyes bored into his questioningly.
"I've got an idea," Sam said. He felt Billy trembling with pent-up energy, unreleased in the gruesome way it had been planned. "Got an idea. Come on outside." He drew Billy out onto the landing, near the rail that looked down onto the marbled entrance hall twenty feet below.
"This girl is one sweet piece of ass," Sam coaxed, nudging his friend with his shoulder. "Why snuff her so quick? Why not make use of her first? Give us something to remember her by." He saw Billy's lips curl in a thin smile. "Make her do a strip for us first, film the thing. Plant it in Clete's house, or something. Add to the evidence."
Billy's smile slowly broadened. "You know, Sam, you're one devious son of a bitch."
"Yeah, but you love me."
Billy nodded, looking toward the door. "Yeah, I'm getting a rhino horn on me just thinking about it."
When they re-entered, they found DesirЋe standing there, her sweet face full of fear and expectancy.
"Now, bitch," Billy said, pulling out the gun again and pointing it at her heart. "You're going to do exactly what I tell you to. If you don't, I drill you a new asshole right in the middle of your chest. Understand? Exactly what I tell you."
DesirЋe nodded hesitantly, her magnificent bosom heaving with her quickened, panicked breathing.
Sam was coming back now from the car, a large ghetto blaster in his hands. He plugged it into the car batteries they had set up to drive the cameras and lights. He turned it on and the tape inside began playing a rhythmic disco tune.
"Now, what I want you to do is please me so much I won't want to shoot you."
DesirЋe stammered, "Y-y-you mean, you won't kill me?"
Billy grinned. "That's right, baby. If you please me real good, I won't shoot you." Turning slightly away from her, he winked at Sam, who felt his skin crawl with apprehension for the girl. It seemed the closer they got to carrying out their plan, the more Sam regretted having made the suggestion in jest.
"Now, Dezzy," Billy went on. "I want you to do something you've never done before in your life, but I want you to do it really, really good. We're going to play this music and sit down in these fucking hand-carved chairs and you're going to make like a harem girl and do the sexiest striptease in the world. Got it?"
DesirЋe was shaking her head in disbelief, in utter revulsion. How could they ask her – But they weren't asking, they were commanding, and whatever their reasons were and however unreasonable their demands, she had to go along with them. They had a big gun pointed at her solar plexus, the barest twitch of a finger between her and oblivion, and they would have to have what they wanted. She couldn't leave this world without seeing Mark once more and declaring her love for him.
Sam saw the girl's distress and knew she was about to blow it. If Billy lost his temper, he'd whack her right here, and Sam knew that that would be the end of this beautiful and innocent girl. He touched Billy on the arm and whispered, "Bill, I don't think we should leave the car out there in plain sight. What if someone comes along? Why don't you go hide it up in the hill behind those rocks. Meanwhile, I'll prime the bitch and make sure she does a good job. If she's expecting to get snuffed at the end of it all, she's not going to make us happy beforehand." He smiled. "Don't you think?"
Billy nodded. "Yeah, you're right, but don't do anything with her until I get back." And he turned and hurried out of the room. Sam and DesirЋe could hear his footsteps thundering down the stairs, and slapping across the terrazzo of the entrance hall.
Sam turned to DesirЋe and tried to reassure her with a smile. "He's crazy, you know. He's gone off the rails since his brother was killed. There's no telling what he might do if you don't cooperate."
DesirЋe shook her head while the tears rolled down her creamy cheeks and Sam wanted to comfort her, but he wasn't sure he knew how.
"But I've done nothing," she sobbed. "I didn't hurt his brother, so why am I here?"
"You're Clete's woman, and that makes you a target."
"No!" DesirЋe fairly screamed. "I'm not Clete's woman. I hate him. I'm married to Mark Denning."
"Yeah, yeah, we know that, but you've been fucking Clete."
DesirЋe turned away. How did they know about Clete? It mortified her that anyone should know, but it had only been once that she knew of, or at least remembered well, for Hemmings' hypnotic manipulation of her mind had made her forget the first time, weeks ago, when under the influence of drugs that Priscilla Devereaux had slipped into her drink and she had allowed the older girl to seduce her into a position where Clete had been able to fulfill his dream of using her hot, wet baby cunt for his own pleasure.
"Now, DesirЋe, before he gets back I want you to understand that you're going to have to please him, any way you can. If he says jump, you say how high. If he wants you to suck his cock or eat his shit, you do it, just because he's got the gun, and don't believe he won't use it."
DesirЋe spun, her arms crossed over her breasts, shivering with fear. "I don't think I can go through with it. I'm not a dancer, I've never done… that."
Sam said slowly, in words spaced for effect, "You will have to, and do it well. Keep a big smile on your face, move like a belly dancer, push your crotch forward, and show him your pussy. Take your clothes off, all of them, slowly, but not too slowly, and whatever he tells you to do, don't say no. You do. You watch me, and I'll show you exactly how and when and what. And don't let your smile slip. You want him to think you like him, and if you show anything else, well, remember, he's got the gun. Bright eyes and a smile, don't forget, and if you turn him on, so much the better for you."
DesirЋe opened her mouth with alarm. "Turn him on! But if he gets turned on, what then?"
Sam was glad that his friend returned before he had to give an answer to that question. He didn't like being in the middle of the lovely young woman's outraged innocence and Billy's lust for vengeance. There was little more he could do for her short of physically confronting his unstable friend.
DesirЋe's eyes were wide with dread when Billy walked back in and he swayed his hips to the pounding music, moving over to the ghetto blaster to turn it even louder.
"Baby, baby, baby," he intoned, lifted his arms over his head and swiveling his hips, pushing his visibly hard cock forward against the inside of his pants. Sam could see that Billy had not only re-parked the car, but that he had had a long line of the white powder from their sales inventory. He was looped, aggressive and horny, and he hoped that DesirЋe didn't slip up or he would be wiping her guts off the wall within a short time. Please, DesirЋe, don't make me watch him blow you away!
"Go on, bitch," Billy commanded. "I want you to do the hottest striptease I've ever seen. Move that pretty ass."
The girl felt her knees going weak and fought to stay erect, looking desperately to Sam, who opened his eyes wide in exasperation and put on a grin, pointing to the corners of his mouth. DesirЋe, who had studied acting in high school, did her best to feign a loving smile.
Billy drew up a chair, sat down, and folded his arms, crossing his feet at the ankles before him. "All right, baby, perform!" he commanded.
Sam, standing behind Billy, used his hands to guide her into a rhythm, which she started with her head, then with her shoulders, and then with her hips. The music and beat she knew, for she had been to discos before in Chicago and the little nightclub here in Pickford's Meadows. She had danced before and studied dance at college, though her almost spectacular breasts had hampered her movements. Robyn was the real dancer, but DesirЋe knew the moves and had much of the grace, with the added allure of her perfect figure. To Sam's urging, she began thrusting and swiveling her hips, feeling the blush of shame and embarrassment, which she fought back, knowing that he might use the gun if he were somehow disappointed with her performance. Billy's eyes were glassy and gleaming and it made her almost physically sick to think that she had to do this to please this maniac.
But DesirЋe taught herself to do this lewd display, out of dire necessity, as she went along, watching Sam for her cues, how to move, when to turn and push out her shapely bottom at Billy, when to shake her hips and jiggle her tits, and when to start unbuttoning. Sam gestured and she read his signing, lifting the front of her dress and showing her expensive panties that covered the plump mound of her pussy. Sam mimed unbuttoning a shirt, and she began unfastening the tiny buttons of her blouse and she felt her cheeks and ears burning with shame.
No, this can't be happening to me. I just can't be doing this.
But she was. She was doing it, and by the expression on Sam's face, she was doing it well. As she let her blouse gape open and – after much inward hesitation and refusal – she removed her bra, Billy fairly salivated at the sight of her deep, warm cleavage. Finally, her big, firm, round tits popped free and rose tautly into the room, the small, pink nipples piercing the heated air and Billy's eyes grew beady and lustful. She danced more sensually, shook her breasts back and forth, moved closer to him. Billy's hands reached out, touching her ripe mounds, and DesirЋe had to steel herself to keep from backing away. She felt the electric shocks as his thumbs twanged her pink nipples, felt her belly flutter. His hands came up under her skirt and, feeling his fingertips brush over her vaginal mound, she reflexively backed away.
The look on Sam's face caused her a frisson of terror and a glance at Billy showed his beginning to contort with rage. Quickly and rhythmically she slithered back to him, her tender anus tight with fear, her ears burning with a blush she felt all the way to her nipples. She was going to have to let him touch! Had to, or he would shoot her. But if this was a rape, it was of the strangest kind, for she was stripping for him in front of cameras, enticing him. The camera couldn't know now that she was doing this to survive, to live out the day and be able to see her beloved Mark again. Was this to be a fate worse than death? Tomorrow she would know, if she lived that long.
Billy's hands came up under her skirt again and palmed her buttocks and partly immobilized her hips while he pressed his lips to her belly. She fought to keep from screaming, looking desperately at Sam, but the look on his face told her to go on, yes, don't stop, she was doing well. Fighting back her sobs, she felt Billy's mouth close electrically on one of her nipples, the lewd sensations shooting from the hardening breast tips down into her womb. His hands came up into her panties from underneath, through the leg holes, to splay across her flexing buttocks, pulling her off balance and hard against him. To steady herself, she closed her hands around the back of his head, causing him to suck so hard that she moaned, burying her face in Billy's bushy hair. Feeling a steadying hand on her shoulder, she looked up and saw Sam standing behind Billy, wearing an encouraging smile. She smiled back, then gasped.
Billy had slid his hand into the cleft of her bottom and was hotly feeling over her anus and down to her vaginal slit. It was already damp from the movement of her dancing and her inner labia were rubbing against her sensitive clitoris. His fingertip had no trouble finding the slippery well of her oozing cunt, sinking in to the first knuckle and doing a quick twisting motion against a tingling, wet spot inside her. Tingles ran up her tailbone, surprising her so that she tried to twist away, but Sam's hand tightened on her shoulder and his mouth formed a silly grin to remind her to keep smiling. She smiled and closed her eyes when she saw Billy's excited eyes staring up at her, and against her will she moved her hips closer to him, forcing his straightened finger entirely up into her juicy, tight vagina. DesirЋe grit her teeth and swiveled her hips around the intruding finger, feeling her lubricant increase as an unwanted pleasure shot through her.
How much of this was she going to have to take? When would he tire of playing with her? Exactly what was this all leading up to? But she knew in her heart and mind that he would not be satisfied until he had sex with her, with his penis thrusting and ejaculating in her defiled vagina. Trying to resign herself to it, she shook her hips faster.
Sam motioned for her to completely removed her blouse and bra, which she did as slowly as possible, slowly, feeling Billy's finger gouging into her cunt, drawing more creamy lubricant into her hot pussy. She shrugged off her blouse and gave it a toss with a flourish, then dropped her arms forward and let the bra fall off into Billy's lap.
Backing away, she stood back far enough that his hand was taken from her crotch, but glancing at the revolver on the floor beside him, she did her duty and began rolling down her panties, down until her pubic fluff was revealed and then the warm crease between her puffy, tender labia. DesirЋe spun, pushing the garment down her smooth, slender thighs, over her knees, letting them fall to her ankles. She had seen this move before and looked at him coquettishly without straightening up. Wracked with shame, she knew he was staring at her private nether orifices, knew that with this moment she had lost nearly all her body's privacy.
Billy's head throbbed with lust as his eyes nearly leapt from their sockets. She was his to enjoy at will, he knew, as he stared at the wet, red gash of her pussy, and above it the pale, vermilion halo of her tiny anus, looking so pristine and untouched that he wondered if she had ever used it for anything. He watched it pulse with the tension she felt inside her and he leaned forward, hooking one hand around her hip to draw her back to him. His wet tongue came out and licked the sweat-moistened anal dimple, lapping like a loving dog, trying to push his tongue into her tightness there. Too tight. Too young and pure.
Billy bent her forward and pushed his face into the gap between her asscheeks, beginning a hungry lapping over the trembling cleft of her vagina and on up to the other pulsing hole. And again, the tip of his tongue flicking at her clitoris, which had begun to throb with unwanted arousal, a masochistic reaction to her situation and the strange protected relationship she had somehow formed with Sam, to whom she was now exposed in all her glory as well. Glancing his way, she saw him looking into her secret region, wishing he would not, wishing he would throw his friend out the window and save her from this.
But Billy's splurging tongue was taking its toll, stoking up flames in the same way Clete had done, entirely without her willful acceptance, just two days ago. Why was she feeling like this, just two days after Clete had fucked her pussy into a lather of orgasms and left her totally satiated and completely disgusted with herself afterward? She wasn't this kind of girl, was she? She had lapsed once in her life – that she knew of – and she wouldn't allow illicit self-indulgence to become a habit. She was doing this to save her life from this evil young man, but somehow, against all her training, her body was responding. Behind her, she felt his tongue drill into her fiery area on the front wall of her vagina, just inside, and Sam was sliding his hand past his friend's cheek and very gently insinuating his fingertip in her squirming asshole.
How could he? she protested inwardly and she felt the tickle of the insertion, but she was forced to fight down her feelings of betrayal. Of course she had no friend or protector here, for they were both kidnappers and why Sam had coached her through this could not be completely for her own welfare. Of course, he wanted to see his maniac buddy gratified.
Billy now had two fingers slipping wetly in and out of her pussy and she noticed that he was intently watching the grip of her pink inner flesh on his thrusting digits. She felt Sam's finger give a twist in her rectum and felt a chill of pleasure bring up the gooseflesh on the backs of her legs and jiggling buttocks. She began to rotate her vagina around Billy's curious fingers, giving herself over to the feelings he was generating in her loins, thinking of Mark and trying to keep a grip on the image of his face and body while it threatened to slip away from her consciousness. Mark, Mark, my darling! I'm trapped here, doing this just to be able to see your face again. Even though you don't seem to love me anymore.
Now Billy spun her around and pressed his face into the luxuriant silkiness of her buttery pussy hair, whiffing her delicate aroma mixed with the pungency of her fear and the perspiration that was beginning to dew on her smooth skin. Again, his tongue slithered out and into the cleft of her furry labia, finding the vibrant bud of her clitoris. The men heard her sigh as he hit the mark and Billy's finger dug deep into the crease of her bottom. She jerked her soft pubic mound against his face and her fingers twined in his hair, wanting to pull him away, to stop forcing these feelings on her but in reality pushing his face deeper into her steaming bush. She was turned on, undeniably aroused, and she felt her juices beginning to streak her inner thighs.
Billy pushed her back a few inches and pried her thighs apart with his knees, pulling her down toward his lap. A glance down showed that while he had been tonguing her derriere he had also loosened and opened his own pants. His big, fat cock was jutting upward from his belly, pulsating in the air above his thighs. She felt him pull her down, clearly intending to skewer her sweet pussy with the blood-engorged shaft of man-flesh. He was going to do it to her! Fuck her, Mark's new bride, and fill her with his sperm! Wait! Wait! Not like this!
But Billy wasn't listening to her telepathic messages. Her legs stiffened, resisting him while she looked up in desperation at Sam, who, his eyes holding a sympathy he dared not express, reached out again and put his hand on her bare shoulder, pushing her down toward Billy's cock. DesirЋe stifled a sob. Was this a fate worse than death? Or should she try to cling to life no matter what? It would all be over shortly and she would see Mark.
DesirЋe surrendered, slowly bending her knees until she felt the blunt prod of his cockhead at the hairy and humid gates of her femininity, felt the soft tip part the fat labia and move inexorably to the oozing hole of her vagina, brushing electrically across her pulsating clit before sliding into the wet and slippery groove of pleasure. One last pleading glance at Sam and then her legs bent slowly, allowing Billy's cockhead through the tight ring of flesh. She felt the stretching by the fat cock, felt it push up in another inch as he arched his hips upward, and then she gave up the fight and began to settle down on the invading member.
Sam saw her bite her lip, heard her give a long quavering sigh as her honeyed pussy slid down the lusting, hard shaft. In spite of his jealousy, his concern for the lovely and innocent girl, he felt his own cock begin to stir. He saw the blush creep up her neck into her cheeks as he skewered her pussy onto Billy's rampant prick.
DesirЋe gave a sigh of surprise as she felt the penis enter her vagina, sliding up slowly and chafing the slippery walls that were still sensitive for the drubbing they had taken from Clete's massive cock. The bulge of his cockhead scraped up the inner membranes of her cunt, re-igniting fires she had just dampened two days earlier.
What Clete had done to her vagina with his massive cock had left an irritating itch in her tender insides. DesirЋe twisted around, looking for some escape, but he was inside her, Billy's hard, jerking penis was inside her tight pussyhole, and there was nothing she could do about it. It was a fact and she felt a fire burning in her womb, an itch that caused her to squirm her hips, trying to pull off him while he was pulling her down. But her heel slipped on the floor and she sank down heavily, his big cock doing deep into her, all the way, until her swollen clit was crushed against his pubic bone and hair.
Billy gave a grunt of satisfaction as he felt her sweet flesh close tightly around his leaking, erect cock. Without her even trying, the ring of her vaginal opening pinched almost painfully around the base of his shaft, and he felt his bulging balls warmly lodged between the plump cheeks of her bottom. What a babe! What a sweet, tight, hot cunt! He felt that he could fuck her hot hole for a week without resting. The cocaine he had snorted had bloated his cock to much larger than normal size and sensitivity.
Looking up at Sam, who was nodding his approval, DesirЋe felt despair and shame. Here she was accommodating one of her kidnappers, an evil man with the glaze of drug intoxication in his eyes, a maniac with a gun. Behind Billy, Sam was making up and down motions with his open hands which she understood to be that she was to start moving up and down. Shaking her head, she wrapped her arms around Billy's neck and hid her face in the side of his neck. They couldn't really be expecting her to fuck him now, could they? Not like this.
But in answer to her unspoken question, Sam moved around behind her and, cupping his hands under her soft moons, began lifting her up and then pushing her down, gently, slowly. She felt that the itch inside her vagina was getting scratched and she found that there was relief if she moved up and down. At first she went slowly, carefully, trying to soothe that spot of irritation a few inches up her love channel, and for a while it worked. Raising her head from Billy's shoulder she flexed her thighs, moving his cock in and out just a few inches, her hands resting on his shoulders while he sat there, his head lolling back while he moaned with pleasure.
It bothered her that he was enjoying it while she was trying to scratch the itch up inside her, so she told herself that she must stop this now. Just one more stroke and then she would stop, whether he liked it or not. Just one more, and then… just one more. In and out, and in and out again, and again, and she realized that, yes, they were fucking, that they were fucking each other, and suddenly she felt her hips beginning a more sensual movement, making a longer stroke on his rock-hard shaft, tipping her hips back and up as she rose and reversing the tilt as she descended. Her pussy was juicy, and growing more so with each wet-sounding stroke. The other man was back there somewhere, watching, she supposed, but she was beginning to forget about him. She found she knew what to do without his coaching or advice.
DesirЋe moved that way for a long time until Billy was groaning and giving an upward stab each time her steaming vagina lowered and swallowed his penis. There were other sounds too, coming from somewhere, human sounds that she thought she recognized. Yes, she knew those sounds well, for she had heard them before, heard them when Mark made love to her and when Clete was raising her to the heights of sexual joy just 48 hours ago. It was her own clear voice, tightened with passion, groaning, moaning, grunting and sighing, barely audibly, almost just a vibration in her head, but growing in volume with each passing moment.
Sam watched her from several feet behind, watched her blonde hair tumbling over her shoulders, shimmering as she moved, her beautiful derriere rising and falling like a white, inverted heart, the round cheeks parting as she raised them, tipping them up, the cleft opening each time to flash the enticing, pinkish halo of her anus, centered with a tiny dimple so perfect that it looked as if it had never been used for any purpose. A fraction of an inch below that private opening, so clearly displayed, was the entrance for Billy's veiny cock, the thin, perfect edges closed wetly around that shaft, sucking it inside toward her hungry womb. Each time her butt rose, her soft, delicate cuntal lining clung to the penis, to be swallowed back inside as her pretty hips moved back down, the round loaves jiggling as they dropped onto the man's thighs.
Sam saw that she was getting into it, her wet, sucking pussy loving the cock thrusting into it, and he remembered how she had responded when Johnny had taken her on her own bed, but two or three months previously. He had been surprised that she had not recognized either him or Billy when they picked her up on the road today, but he had no way of knowing that Dr. Hemmings had used hypnosis and drugs to cloud memories that would be painful to the dear girl. Whatever was going on in her head, her body was loving what was going on in her little cunt.
And from the way his cock was throbbing, Sam knew that he wouldn't be able to wait much longer to get into the girl. The thing was, Billy was digging it and it was obvious that he had no intention of cutting his own pleasure short just to accommodate his best friend. But his cock was so swollen and painful at watching the beautiful girl moving and fucking so gracefully that he had to loosen his pants to relieve the pressure. He watched her rising and falling, her cunt slurping audibly up and down Billy's long, thick shaft and felt a need building that he could not control.
Kicking off his shoes, Sam let his pants fall to the floor with his shorts and, stepping free of the puddle of clothing, walked forward, his eyes on the junction of the other man's cock with the girl's cunt. Billy's bulging scrotum and DesirЋe's thighs were already shiny and dripping with her lubricant and the inner surfaces of her open buttocks were coated with it as well, her cute asshole shining wetly. Where one hole was occupied, another was vacant, and Sam decided that, after having saved her life, at least for the time being, he should be the first to use the coquettishly-winking orifice.
Billy opened his eyes on the divine sight of the beautiful blonde servicing his heavy penis with her silky, babyish vagina. She was the sight of dreams, her round, pink-nippled breasts bouncing tautly each time her bottom touched his thighs. Her cherry-lipped mouth opened and closed partway with her breathing and with the feelings of rapture that were beginning shoot through her loins, causing her fertile womb to vibrate and sing with joy. Whatever her mind thought, whatever her lips spoke, her cunt loved cock, any cock that could bring it to orgasm. And while he watched her jiggling tits, he saw two hands come up under her arms and spread their fingers across them, squeezing them as if to milk them of the life that someday they would give to the child her pure womb would bear.
He saw Sam's face over her shoulder, saw his friend place his lips on her shoulder in a sucking, hungry kiss. DesirЋe impulsively pressed back against him, her body given over to the sensuality growing inside her. His hands rubbed down her belly and found her clitoris, stroking it while Billy's prick drove up and down inside her, and Billy felt the touch of his friend's fingers more than once by accident.
DesirЋe's brain swam with the enormity of what she was doing and was being done to her, the incredible perversity of being sandwiched in between two men. She squirmed her ass back against Sam, perhaps to push him away, or perhaps to entice him, overwhelmed with the physical chaos she was engaged in. She felt his hand tweaking her clit, felt another hand between her asscheeks, rubbing fondly over her anus, digging into it until a fingertip slipped inside. Oh, no! He's touching my bumhole, putting his finger inside! Somehow, recollections of an earlier troilistic invasion was coming back to her, the face of Johnny, and of these other two young men, all together on a bed, hands feeling over her while one of them fucked her pussy. Recollections, unclear, of gut-wrenching shame and degradation, of being raped while these two held her, resistance and then acceptance, a building pleasure interrupted by a blood-curdling roar, the roar of a lion perhaps, and then all three of them running, leaving her… to what?
But her thoughts wavered from those nebulous, dream-like memories with the pleasant immediacy of what was happening now. Billy was hoisting her hips up and down, reaming her innocent pussy with his driving cock, while Sam's hands played over other sensitive areas. She felt his hands rubbing up and down in the cleft of her buttocks, over her anus, one fingertip intruding, and then two, stretching her open and filling her with a strange feeling.
"DesirЋe, honey," he was saying in her ear. "I've got to have you now, baby." She felt herself warm to his words, hoping this other man would take her away from the one whose cock was filling her belly now, this man she loathed even while he raised her to sensuous heights. But the feelings were irresistible and she was unable to stop herself from bending her head forward and kissing him on the mouth. Billy opened his lips and pushed his tongue into her mouth.
Sam looked down and wet his cockhead with saliva, slowing her hips' motion with his hands, pushing the perforated tip toward the tight, untouched hole, centering it over the twitching hole and pressuring forward, feeling the tightness resist, resist, and then yield, her warmth flowing over his cock like molten lava.
DesirЋe felt the uncomfortable stretching of her most private, never-before-touched rear hole, choked on Billy's tongue, and groaned.
"Oh, no, not there!" she cried, feeling Sam's arm encircle her waist from behind, pressing her belly so that she was forced back on his hard cock squeezing deeper into her rectum. Was there no limit to the degradation she must endure? Fucking her backside! She had read about things like this, but had no idea she would ever participate, and that it was happening at the same time as another man fucked up and down in her vagina at the same time, well, it was unbearable. There was a fire burning through her, from her well-stretched pussy to the hideously and unnaturally distended rim of her anus and the two cocks were like electrodes arcing a current between them through her genitals.
Having forgotten through hypnotic suggestion all that she had been through in the last few months, she was shattered by the realization of what she was doing. In her mind, her abasement had begun when Clete had used a pornographic film – which she could not remember having participated in – to lure her into a disgusting session of sex in his back office, of all places, while Mark loitered around in the front. She remembered how she had felt, still bucking madly in the throes of her orgasm, when Mark had ventured into the back office and seen her with the black sheriff thrusting into her wet vagina from behind. Disaster had only been avoided because Mark had not seen her face.
But now, after having crossed the boundaries of race and all decency, she had sunk to the very depths. She was taking two men at once, one of them in a forbidden spot reserved for excretion only, in the most unnatural way. Her poor back passage was burning, spasming around the penis stretching it, and she felt she must die of shame and embarrassment. Anything but this, please! She felt like begging him to stop, that she would let him do it in the natural way, if only he would stop.
Not that it felt bad, for the pain had vanished almost immediately. Once the muscle had stretched, it was not uncomfortable, for the opening had passed objects of similar size and shape before, but the idea of being used this way was so loathsome as to nearly mask the sensations caused by the dual shuttling motions of the invading penises.
Sam held his cock planted deep, feeling that of his friend, fucking into her honeyed vagina from the front, rubbing his through the tender wall separating the twin, pleasure-giving channels. He could feel Billy's cockhead, swollen to bursting, alongside his own, ramming up and down in her belly like a fleshy piston. The three of them had become a single machine of passion and pleasure. Sam initiated a smooth thrusting up and down in her rectum, his knees braced against Billy's.
DesirЋe opened her mouth to protest, to beg for mercy, but a wave of sensation passed through her, from one penis to the other, and she began trembling violently. Sam fucked her asshole carefully, drawing incredible pleasure from her silky, hot inner surfaces sliding over his cock. This girl could kill a man with pleasure, and could thereby tame any man she let into her.
Billy felt Sam's cock rubbing against his own, and felt the girl begin to groan and move with a new frenzy. She began to jerk wildly, her two holes clamping down on the cocks fucking them. Billy felt her juices gush out over his balls and cock and knew she was coming. He was making her climax, and he just couldn't believe it! He was making this lovely girl, better looking that anything he could ever hope to buy with a thousand dollars, come like a river. Her swampy crotch was making sucking noises as she ground her pussy against him in circles.
And then sagged forward over Billy, panting and whimpering with exhaustion.
Sam, feeling her anus clasping spasmodically around his hard cock, said, "I want some of that pussy."
"I didn't come yet," Billy said, beginning to shuttle his prick into her still body as best he could. "But I guess we can trade places."
"On the bed."
"Yeah."
Sam drew out of her asshole slowly, stood, grasped her under her arms. Billy got up and helped him carry her to the bed. Sam repositioned the cameras to take in the next episode, and then, while Billy stood jacking his cock and watching, got onto the bed. DesirЋe's eyes were open, watching him come down over her. In her situation, she had bonded with him as her protector against the insane other half of the kidnapping team, taking him for a friend. Now, as he hooked his hands under her knees and drew them high and wide apart, he looked down at her enticing vulval slit covered with the soft pelt of butterscotch-colored hair, lying like cornsilk on the plump labia, either side of the delicious, wet furrow.
DesirЋe's breasts heaved with her breathing as she looked up at him helplessly, knowing that a second penis would soon be sluicing wetly into her sacred vagina. She peered between the ample melons of her round tits as his cockhead disappeared below the hairy mound of her pussy. She felt the insistent prod of his flaring glans, felt the mouth of her cunt yield and stretch, giving way before the young man's lusting thrust. Once again, she caught her breath in a gasp as he eased his cock into her vagina, his weight supported on one arm while his other held one of her knees high and wide. Their eyes locked as the intimate penetration deepened, then the both looked down to watch it happen, as they alternately glanced from each other's face to the junction of their genitals. Sam saw her tender flesh swell outward, the labia doubled back.
Billy watched, jacking his big cock while his best friend sank his cock into the cunt of the most beautiful girl he had ever known, saw her mouth open wide as Sam's shaft slowly and completely disappeared from sight, his big balls swinging against her exposed asshole, raw and red from the fucking it had received and which had helped bring her to her first orgasm. When he was all the way in, Sam lowered himself onto the comfort of her tits, which bulged out to the sides, and the girl's legs, trembling in the air, slowly raised up higher and folded around her new lover's lean buttocks, which began to slowly rise and fall, driving the rampant cudgel of his penis in and out of her soft, tight vagina.
Billy knew what his friend was feeling and knew that he would not want to change places very soon, so he stepped back and flopped in the chair, stroking himself to bring back the sensations he had relinquished when they had drawn their wet cocks from her juicy, young, female belly.
Sam was fucking her, and he had never felt anything so pleasant in his life, her tightness and tenderness goading him on involuntarily to the next deep, hard stroke, and the next and the next, in and out of her pink, honeyed palace of joy and pleasure. He felt her moving instinctively with him, pushing her vagina up and over his cock, matching him stroke for stroke, feeling the inner surfaces of her flexing asscheeks clutching at his down-swinging balls, her fingers gripping his shoulders and pulling him down close to her, so that her panting breaths puffed in his ear. She was so sexually hungry, he wondered if her politician husband was giving her regular sex or not. And he heard her very quiet voice in his ear grunting quietly whenever his penis hit an especially sensitive spot inside her.
"You… you won't let him hurt me, will you?" she whispered. "I didn't hurt his brother. I – agh – agh – I've never hurt anyone."
Trying to control his voice in spite of the feelings the loving grip of her cunt was raising in him, Sam whispered to her, "I'll do my best, DesirЋe, but – agh – aaaaagh – but you've got to make – aaaagh, shit – you've got to make him like you. Don't let him think you don't like him."
DesirЋe strained harder against him, feeling the reaming stab of his cock to her cervix, making her womb vibrate with desire for his cum. He began fucking her faster and faster, rising up over her so that his thrusts jarred her heavy tits and made them roll on her chest. Sam could see the inner lips of her pussy gripping his penis, could feel his passion building.
And then she was coming again, great shudders of body-quaking explosions ripping through her loins as her nails scored his back. She moaned and whimpered for a long moment, and fell back, her pussy still squeezing his cock in spasms.
– you've got to make him like you, came the echoes of her present lover's admonition in her mind. She had to make him like her, but how? While Sam, whose name she did not know, continued fucking his cock into her still-hot vagina, she turned her half-closed eyes toward Billy, sitting in the chair masturbating. Taking a chance, she reached out her hand for him.
At first he didn't notice, but then he got up and stepped over to the bed, leaning his knees against the edge of the mattress. DesirЋe's hand moved slowly, timidly to his prick, which she found difficult to encompass, and began stroking it up and down in the same way he had been doing to himself. Billy took a deep breath, smiled, closed his eyes, and leaned his head back, savoring her gentle touch.
Sam kept fucking DesirЋe and she urged him quietly, "Please don't stop," she said in her silky voice. "Don't stop yet, please."
"You like it, baby?" he whispered, feeling her left arm distractedly moving her hand up and down Billy's cock, her thoughts on the deep electric feelings in the loving vagina.
"Oh, yes, I can't help it, and… and I can't stop myself. You won't stop, will you?" She was making little grunts of pleasure in her throat.
"Not if I can help it."
"Agh… agh… oh, I'm sorry… you… agh… feel so good."
"Really?"
"Oh, why won't Mark make love to me like… agh… agh… this?"
"He must be crazy."
"I want him to, but he won't touch me."
"I'll touch you," Sam said, his fingers prodding gently around her anus, feeling his slick, wet cock sliding back and forth in her snug, oozing pussy.
"You hurt me, you know, back there," she said softly, without missing a stroke with her cunt up over his raging prick.
"Really? Sorry."
"Yes, I'm a bit sore," she told him. She was speaking calmly now, having bonded with the saner of her captors, with the young man whose male organ was giving her so much long-needed pleasure. He was pushing so deep into her, staying planted against her cervix a moment before each quick, sucking outstroke that rasped at the bundle of nerves near the entrance to her womb. "I want to have a baby, and he won't even touch me."
Sam saw her eyes mist with tears of frustration that this fuck seemed to be relieving. Damn, she was trying to get knocked up and she wasn't even protected, not on the pill. What if she got pregnant today? That would be a hoot! Aroused at the thought, Sam began to fuck in and out of her pussy faster.
Billy had been watching them talk quietly while they made love slowly, but he could only catch the odd word of their conversation, which never seemed to slow the pace of their motion. The girl's body was moving on its own, independent of her mind, but as Sam increased the speed of his fuck-strokes into her furry, pink-rimmed vagina, he saw her eyes begin to close as her feelings expanded. Her hand on his cock was losing its coordination, and Billy wanted some stimulation, so he got onto the bed.
"Roll that way," he said to Sam, tapping his friend on the shoulder. "On your side."
Sam looked up, understood slowly and reluctantly complied. He had wanted to come with the girl, all alone just the two of them, but now Billy was getting impatient. He couldn't really blame him. Lying on his side, with DesirЋe's legs around his waist, he kissed her soft lips and slid in and out of her slowly. Not bad. It felt good in this position.
For DesirЋe, it felt ever better as Sam's cock could reach deeper into her hot belly. She kissed him back naturally, her mouth wanting to feel even as her young vagina did the loving caress of a man's parts.
Billy looked under DesirЋe's squirming butt, lifting her upper leg so that her asscheeks opened wider and he could see her pinkish, raw anus winking at him just a fraction of an inch from where Sam's shiny cock, wet with her juices, shuttled back and forth in her eager love-hole. Billy moved his face down, watching up close for a moment, then spat a gob of saliva onto the twitching little dimple of her anus. Then, moving into position and further wetting the head of his cock in the secretions that had collected in the cleft of her buttocks, he pushed it against the light, demure opening.
Sam saw DesirЋe's eyes open with dismay, saw her mouth open in a gasp, and then heard Billy moan with pleasure, saw his eyes close in ecstasy. He felt DesirЋe's vagina tighten and the stiff shaft rub against his inside the girl's belly, the two penises separated only by the thin wall of flesh between the two tender passages. He felt Billy's balls brushing against his own as he began fucking in and out of the girl's asshole.
Her blue eyes were wide as she gave a grunt of discomfort. "Oh, that feels funny," she whispered.
"Yeah?" Sam said, fucking slowly, further aroused by the pressure being created by Billy's cock against his own. "What does it feel like?"
"It feels like… like…" and she stopped, unable to put word to it, giving a backward push with her buttocks.
"Like shitting in reverse?"
He saw her eyes partly close in embarrassment while a slight smile touched her lips and a blush spread up to her cheeks from her neck. And then it all melted away as her hips and entire body began moving back and forth between the two males organs ramming in and out of her vagina and rectum. Sam felt her shudder with tiny orgasms every minute. Billy was moaning, clutching at her tits from behind and Sam felt Billy's balls banging against his own. It was a strange kind of friendship, this, their cocks sunk deeply and joyfully into the belly of the same beautiful woman.
DesirЋe raised her upper leg high into the air, undulating back to take Billy's cock into her ass, then forward to suck Sam's up into her vagina. She tried not to think about what she was doing, but she had to confess that it now went far beyond saving her own life. Her body was enjoying this far more than she could have thought possible as they plunged in and out of her twin holes, filling and emptying her, sometimes both in at the same time, sometimes one in and one out, but her little orgasms were coming thick and fast and she couldn't stop herself now, no matter how disgusted she was with herself.
But they went on, the three of them, for a long time, working together, the two men pounding the lovely girl between them, for a good half-hour. Billy was getting wild behind her now, and DesirЋe felt a strange, pleasure-pain darting out from her stretched anus. He was going to come soon, right up inside her, back there, where no one had ever ventured before. Sam was kissing her face and in her hunger and passion, she kissed him back, feeling the supreme joy of her approaching orgasm, radiating from the plunging head of his cock in her vagina.
Oh, Mark, forgive me! They're doing it to me and I can't stop myself. I'm a slut and a whore and lower than dirt, but my body loves this feeling and you weren't here, my darling, like you haven't been for weeks, and I need a normal sex life. Oh, Mark, I love you, but I can't stop myself now!
Billy clutched at her big tits from behind, driving wetly into her asshole, growling and grunting with his orgasm, feeling his balls begin to erupt. His swelling cock was felt by Sam in her cunt, and his own climax could be postponed no longer and as their big, throbbing cocks, working as a team, began to spout, gushing their pent-up sperm into her. DesirЋe felt the scald of their semen and felt her own orgasm whip through her. It was amazing! She was being filled up with their thick, gooey sperm at both ends, hundreds of millions of tiny wriggly little beasts sent squirming the warm, wet tubes of her body, seeking out an ovum to fertilize.
DesirЋe felt it happening and gave a cry of masochistic passion as they flooded her belly with their white, creamy ejaculations. Her body quaked with the release of the tension in her thighs, belly and womb as Sam poured his semen into her pulsating cervix. In concert, the three of them howled in the grip of sexual paradise before a contented lassitude crept into their labored muscles.
And then, as if on cue, they began to subside, the men's cocks draining their last drops of cum into her warm, receptive orifices. Four arms stayed locked around the girl's sweaty, lush curves while their softening pricks lay in the wet grip of her body, while the stillness of the room was disturbed by the sobbing of three pairs of tortured lungs. The heaving slowly stilled until their three tangled bodies lay like a beached octopus, glistening with rivers of perspiration.
DesirЋe was barely sentient, and as awareness began to dawn, she pushed it again to the back, wanting to expunge this experience from her consciousness. She could not believe what she had just done, even to save her own life. Death would have been preferable, the honorable thing to accept from these two nameless men. But the thought of being separated forever from her beloved young husband had been too much to accept, and the passion they had aroused and the joy they had given her made, for the moment, a pleasant mask for the grief she knew she would soon feel at her betrayal of her marriage vows.
And so, she forced herself to relax and let herself drift into an exhausted slumber.
Sam felt her sweet body melt. She was so wonderful to lie with this way, all feminine aromas and honeyed flesh. He felt content to stay like that, in the arms of this sexual Goddess, and would have been happy never to move, but after only ten minutes, he felt a hardness push against his soft and limp penis as it was gradually slipping from her vagina. The stiff prod turned out to be Billy's re-hardened cock seeking entrance where his own lay lifeless in the sucking mouth of her pussy. He allowed his shrunken hose to slip free, felt Billy's shaft find the opening and squeeze into the streaming hole.
Billy began fucking loudly and before long, DesirЋe was following his movements, her eyes half open and rolled back in her head. Sam lay quietly and watched her respond and lose her mind to the newly-stoked fires in her loins. He was getting aroused just watching her face as Billy fucked her from behind. She raised her upper leg to better accommodate Billy's driving cock and Sam could see the pink folds of her pussy taking the hammering cock.
He was hard again, Sam saw, so hard that he thought it would explode, but there seemed nowhere to put his aching member. It seemed impossible, but he moved into position, pressing his cockhead against Billy's slippery one, waiting for the instroke, and then fucked up inside her vagina, his penis driving inside her cunt right alongside his best friend's. Incredibly tight, but if she could take Clete's monstrous shaft, she could stretch to take both Sam's and Billy's cocks.
DesirЋe yelped, groaned, and swore. "Oh, shit! You're tearing me apart!"
But both young men fucked away in her tender, hideously stretched vagina and until she came again twice and her two lovers again pumped their creamy sperm into her belly.