by Paul Blades
“Oh, god! Oh, god!” Carly thought frantically. “That’s me in there. That’s what they are going to do to me! They’ll hurt me and use me and make me sob and cry with pain. Oh, what’s going to happen to me! What’s going to happen to me! Oh, god! Oh, god!”
As the sounds were the trigger for her despair, so it was the trigger for her assailant’s lusts. He began to push and pull at her head harder and harder. His hips came faster and stronger. His grunts became louder and more determined. “Ohhhhhhhh, yeah! Oh, yeah!” he growled. “Oh, yeah, you’re good, whore! You’re good! Take my cock! Take it! Suck it! Suck it hard! Harder! Harder! Harder or I’ll make you scream!”
Carly suckled with all her might. Terror ran through her. Her whole being concentrated at her task. And the demon kept saying, ‘Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” His cock exploded in her mouth. It began to spasm and jerk. He gave a deep, long growl and began to bang his belly hard against her face. His grip on her hair was so tight she thought he might tear it out by the roots. He roared and growled and his cock kept jerking and jumping and his sauce kept flooding her cavity. She tried to swallow it, but was too afraid of relenting on her efforts. It came bursting from her lips and she began to choke and cough. But he kept going on and on until finally he gave her face one, last forceful thrust, buried his cock deep into her throat, issued a mighty groan and he was done.
She sobbed and sobbed as he eased his cock back and forth slowly now over her lips. His grip on her hair loosened. Carly felt a misery that knew no bounds. She was going insane! She knew it! So many sensations and thoughts and emotions were running through her that she was overwhelmed with grief. Her assailant rapped his knuckles hard on her head twice, causing her to screech with pain.
“Keep those lips tight, you stupid cunt,” he snarled.
Carly brought her lips back closed on the softening shaft. Her body was sick with fear. “Please don’t hurt me! Please! Please!” she thought desperately as her sobs went silently on.
Finally, he let his rubbery cock slip from her lips. He patted her on the head. “Not bad, whore,” he said.
He picked up her gag. “Jack’s right to keep your mouth plugged up all the time,” he said as he examined the penis like instrument. “It makes your mouth so receptive. Open up.”
Carly parted her lips. He slipped the instrument into her mouth and fastened the straps behind her head. He patted her on the cheek. “Enjoy,” he said.
He rolled away from her and she heard him fishing around on the floor. A moment or two later, she heard the flick of a lighter and smelled the aroma of burning tobacco.
He got up from the bed and walked towards the bathroom. She heard water running and assumed he was getting a drink. He came back and just stood there, smoking and watching her for a while. Then she heard him step away again and he sound of the cigarette hissing as it landed in the toilet. And then he was back.
Carly’s sobs had subsided and she was left with just her misery. The man came over and rolled her back to her belly. She felt him unfastening her wrists from her ankles. She slowly stretched her legs out and groaned. He undid her hands from each other and brought them over her head. He reconnected them and fastened them to the chain that led from the headboard. He released her legs and told her to get on her knees. Then he pulled on the chain until she had walked herself towards the head of the bed and he tied it off, making it tight.
“Get on your back,” he told her. She rolled over to her back and, at his command, raised her knees and spread them apart. Her hands were bound over her head.
“What a pretty, little pussy, whore,” he told her. He crept up on the bed. He ran his hand over it. “And nice and juicy,” he remarked. “You must like getting your face fucked.” He crept forward and ran his hands outward along her thighs to her knees and back. “And such beautiful, soft skin. It’s too bad we can’t keep you around a little longer. I could get used to fucking you.”
He ran his hands back and forth again. Carly felt her pussy rise.
He placed a hand on it and began to slip his thumb up and down her loose and sloppy divide. A rush of pleasure went immediately through her. She moaned and her hands balled into little fists.
He didn’t say anything. He just dipped his head down and then dragged his tongue up from the edge of her perineum slowly to the apex of her gash. He tickled her clit with its tip. Carly sighed and her hips moved of their own volition. He brought it down again. She shivered.
“Like that, don’t you,” Ike asked facetiously.
Carly couldn’t answer. In her darkness, she imagined the man smiling evilly at her. Yes, she did like it, to her woeful shame.
A second later, she sensed the man’s head lowering again and she felt his lips seize her stiffened bud. He suckled at it gently while he caressed her inner thighs with his hands. She tried to deny the feelings of pleasure he was sending her, but it was useless. She tried to suppress her moan, but it was impossible. The man’s tongue now was lapping at her crux, lathering over her love bud. He let it slide downwards, wriggling it inside her and then washing her outer lips all around.
That familiar feeling was building in her. When he seized her love bud again, flicking it with his tongue while keeping a steady suckle on it, she arched her back and groaned. “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” she moaned through her gag. “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm.” His hands slid up and took hold of her breasts, mashing and massaging them. His fingers pulled at her teats while his tongue, pointed hard, drew mesmerizing little circles around her clit. He alternated flicking at it with the tip of his tongue and washing it, lapping at it with his tongue broadened, letting its rough texture abrade her tender organ.
He soon had her lusts at a fever pitch. She had given up resisting him and she let wave after wave of ecstatic sensation flow through her. He brought her near the top, while she panted and moaned and squirmed her hips, only to draw back and pause while she receded from the pinnacle. He did it again and again. She was moaning and begging him in her mind to let her come. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” she would repeat in her head as her lusts swelled to near bursting. When he relented his efforts, she would moan and whine. She spread her legs wider and lifted her hips, seeking his tongue. His tantalizing hands ran over her thighs, her belly, her breasts. “Please! Please!” she thought madly. “Please!”
And then, finally, she reached that plateau that exists just before an orgasm strikes. He held her there for the longest time, just barely touching her with his tongue, floating his fingers delicately across her skin. She groan loudly “…eeeeeeeease! …eeeeeeease!” she called out through her gag. “…eeeeeeease!”
And then his mouth descended on her pulsing button. He began to suckle and slaver and lick and lather over her pussy. “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” she called out as she came. Her pussy erupted into a cataclysm of contractions. Her body shook. Her thighs twitched and shuddered. Her heels dug deeply into the bed, sliding up and down frantically. “Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh! Uhhh!” she groaned. Her pussy was throbbing hard and fast. His mouth continued its lust driving attentions. Her orgasm kept going and going, way past the point of toleration.
And then, mercifully, she crested. His mouth slowed on her puss, contenting itself to drawing out her residual pulses of pleasure. When he lifted his head, Carly squirmed and writhed her body, needing to shake off the spell he had put her under.
Then he moved up. She felt his thighs brush up against hers. He propped himself up with one hand and with the other guided himself to her crevasse. She felt the round head slide up and down her entrance. “…ooooooooooo! …eeeeeeeeeease!” she tried to beg. When she felt him slide easily inside her, filling her void, abrading her tender inner self, she moaned and a wave of self pity flowed through her.
When he started his motions, his belly laying atop hers, his chest mashing her breasts, his breath coming hot against her ear, her pussy came alive with sensation. He fucked her slow and steady. The friction against her tun
nel’s walls, against her swollen clit, were incessant. “Stop! Please! Stop! Stop!” she called out in her mind. “Wait! Just wait! Let me catch my breath! Just a moment! Please! Please!” she prayed desperately inside, knowing that he could not hear her and knowing that if he could he would pay her no heed.
She had no choice but to accept the pleasure he was sending her. Her passions grew greater and greater. She could not hold back. Her pussy erupted again, clasping itself repeatedly against the invading member, sending her fierce rushes of pleasure. She bit down on her gag and moaned and groaned. Her hips writhed and pushed up to meet each one of his downward thrusts. Her hands were clenched into fists. Her heels dug into the back of his shins.
He was groaning too. But she sensed an immaculate control on his part. He would not get carried away. He would not come until he was ready. It was easy for him, in control, in charge. She went past her second orgasm and spun into her third. He was pumping harder now, faster. Her mind tried to grasp the thrusting member, hold it still. Her very powerlessness to do so sent her mind into a whirl. He was using her, using her, she thought madly. “They all will! I won’t be able to stop them! They’ll fuck me and fuck me and fuck me! Oh, god, please, no, no, no! Please! Please!”
And then, suddenly, he stopped. He slipped from her burning hole. His hands went under her thighs and she felt them being lifted up. He had gotten a chain from somewhere and he fastened one end of it to her right ankle bracelet. She felt the end go through the ring on her collar and then her left ankle pulled down and fastened off too. She was bent back, her ass in the air. He hurriedly spread something cool and oily on her rear entrance. She knew what he was doing. She cringed as the head of his cock probed at her delicate ring. “…eeeeeeeeease …on’t!” she called through her gag. But a second later, she felt her ring expand, her membranes tear, and his cock plunged inside her bowels.
“Oh, yeah! That’s nice! That’s nice!” she heard him say through her misery. “So tight! Tight and hot! Oh, yeah! Yeah!”
He was plunging in and out with frantic speed. He was atop her, plunging downwards. He gathered her ankles in one hand and began to press them down, down, as far as they would go. His other hand found her crevasse, and he began plunging his thumb in and out of it, running it across her clit again and again.
“Uhhhhhhhhhhh! Uhhhhhhhhhhhh!” she moaned. He was driving her inexorably towards another completion. The cock in her ass was sending a steady, hot, electric current to her sex. His hand was pushing her pussy beyond tolerance. She felt a tidal wave of lust building up inside her. All thoughts but the enjoyment of her pleasure were out of her mind. “Uhhhhhhhhh! Uhhhhhhhhhh! Uhhhhhhhhh!” she groaned. Her assailant was pounding away at her, grunting, groaning, calling out his need. And then he issued a roar. He gripped her ankles as if holding on for life. The digit in her pussy was thrusting madly. She could feel his pulses within her. Her pussy exploded anew. She groaned and cried out and screamed and moaned. Her innards were convulsed in mind wrenching throbs. “Uhhhh! Uhhhhh! Uhhhhhh! Uhhhhh!” she groaned.
Her assailant’s thrusts finally began to slow. Her contractions softened and began to wind down. He was still moaning and she was desperately trying to catch her breath. Her heart was pulsing violently. He was leaning down hard on her as if deprived of all energy. For a few moments, they remained that way. Her mind was spinning and it was hard to return herself to anything close to equilibrium.
Finally, her assailant rose from her. She heard him go into the bathroom to clean himself and then return. He fumbled with something by the side of the room and then came back to her.
A rope was tied around her right knee and then fastened to the side of the bed. He came around to the other side and tied that one off too. “There, that ought to keep you nice and still,” he said. He got up from the side of the bed and walked away for a second. And then he returned. She sensed him standing at the foot of the bed looking down at her obscenely displayed loins.
“You’re a really good fuck, cunt,” he said to her gruffly, “but you’ve got a lot to learn.” Then she felt something dragging across the insides of her thighs. When she realized that it was the thongs of a whip, her body tensed and she began to whimper.
“You know you’re not supposed to talk. That’s why you’re gagged. Nobody wants to hear what you have to say. You should be grateful that I don’t want you all marked up when you meet your new owner tonight. This here flogger will hurt like hell, but it won’t sting as much as a lash would. So mark yourself lucky.”
Carly didn’t feel lucky. Her whimpering turned into sobs. It was so unfair! So unfair! “Please don’t whip me! Please don’t whip me!” she thought frantically.
The strands of the flogger left her skin. There was a pause. She heard them whistling through the air and a half second later felt an intense burning on the inside of her left thigh.
“Ooouuuuuuuuuuuuu! Oooouuuuuuuuuuuu!” she cried out. Before she could catch her breath, another blow fell, this across the inside of her right thigh. It burned like anything and she cried out again. She pulled and jerked at her confinements desperately, but she could not get free. She knew where the next blow would fall and she wanted at all costs to avoid it. “Pllleeeeeeeease don’t! Pllllleeeeeeease!” she thought madly.
There was the same sound of the leather running through the air and immediately following she felt a rabid burning spring up on the fulcrum of her thighs. The lashes curled around the curve of her body and struck right along her delicate pudendum.
“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” she screamed. And then the blows started falling one atop the other. He worked over her thighs, her rear cheeks, her fulcrum, again and again. She screamed and wailed and cried and used everything in her mind she could think of to make it stop. It was like a river of fire was washing over her. Not being able to see the blows, to know when they were coming, to be able to prepare herself for their fall made it ever so much worse. It was like and invisible force had exploded into the room and was washing lava all over her poor, distended, helpless regions.
She was sobbing madly when he finally stopped. He didn’t bother to say anything to her, but she sensed him standing there appreciating his handiwork. Then she heard the flogger drop to the floor and he left.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
When Ike had left the kitchen, the small crowd broke up until there was just Jack and Stitch left. Jack had taken possession of the bottle of Jim Beam and he poured himself a double shot as everyone was walking out.
“Take it easy, bro,” Stitch told him.
“Mind your own fucking business,” Jack answered as he threw it back.
Stitch sat down at the table. He took hold of a rocks glass and poured it near full. He lifted it to Jack who matched it with another one of his own.
“Fuck the motherfuckers!” Stitch announced as they clicked their glasses together.
“Fuckin’ eh right,” Jack replied.
They downed their drinks and Stitch moved the bottle of Jim Beam out of Jack’s reach.
“It may not feel like it right now, Jack, but you’re sitting on top of the world,” he told him in an avuncular tone. “You can have a hundred girls like the one upstairs. Once you get your deal going with Morales on one of your trips you can pick yourself out something real nice and bring her back to Mexico with you.”
“It’s not the same,” Jack complained.
“Listen,” Stitch said calmly and sympathetically, “you and I chose a way of life. We coated our souls with iron and did what we had to do. There’s no room in our lives for sentiment. Two weeks from now this girl will just be a memory to you. You feel special towards her because she was your first one out of the joint and you travelled so close together. For you, it was a time of heightened stress. It made you vulnerable. But that’s not who you are. You might hate Ike for what he’s done, but he’s just like you. And he’s right, too. For you to make this girl’s pussy the center of your life would spell
disaster. Sooner or later you would have to make the same decision you made today. And if you chose wrong, that would be an end to you. We’re not meant to own anything permanent. We are supposed to have nothing to lose. It’s the only way we can live.”
Jack knew that everything that Stitch was saying was right. It was difficult to accept, that’s all. He had made a connection with the girl and he hadn’t done that in a long time. It was a connection that most people in the straight world wouldn’t accept, would think as abnormal, even perverted, but it was a milestone for him. He thought of the moments when he might have put her to sleep and the feelings he had then, fear of loss of something important, something vital, came resounding back.
And that asshole Ike was upstairs fucking her right now! Jack had spent his life angry and that feeling was familiar to him too, the feeling of spiteful hatred, a rage against the injustices the world had visited on him, a determination to acquire revenge, no matter what the cost. It had driven him for years and years. It had allowed him to pull a shell over himself when he was sentenced to life without parole. It had been what had made him sell off that stupid little college kid back in the day, his first real act of out and out cruelty.
He knew that only by concentrating on that kernel of pain inside him, by letting it fester and grow into the pure, unadulterated hatred he had for the world and everything in it, would he survive. And, just as Stitch said, Ike had done him a favor. The girl was poison to him. She had lured him into a realm of feelings and emotion that threatened to erode away all of his strength, all of his power, like some form of kryptonite. And the feelings of sorrow he felt when he thought of what the girl would go through as the sex slave of some Mexican drug lord, well, that would just have to go. He would replace it with anger and hatred.
She was going to get what she deserved, no less. She was going to get what everyone deserved, but especially her, she who had sought to sap his strength with her piteous looks, her needy pouts, her ravenous cunt. He thought of her upstairs, getting her mouth stuffed with Ike’s cock, or spreading her legs and being brutally and thoroughly fucked like the lowliest whore in the lowliest whorehouse. That was what she deserved all right. And he was glad, happy, that she was getting it.
