an effort to keep himself inside her. His prick didn't seem to get any longer even with her mouthing, it just wiggled around the tip of her tongue and she couldn't bring it any further into her throat if she had wanted to.
In the meantime, Mr. Wiles had busied himself exploring and fingering the intimate channel of her vagina. He prodded gently at first, separating her vaginal lips and peering into what lay between them.
'What a small pussy,' he groaned. 'It's so nice, so nice…' then he let his finger push roughly into the open gash before his eyes.
'Mmmmm… aaagggghhh…' she gasped as the thickness of his fat finger pushed into her and wiggled maliciously, torturing her. When she gasped, the other man's prick slipped from between her lips and he grabbed her head again.
'Suck me again, harder… harder,' he threatened her. 'Make me cum, you bitch!'
The thought of his stubby cock cumming inside her mouth made her feel nauseous and she wished that Duncan would get home and rescue her from these two horrible men, but she knew that it would' at least be another hour before his key would turn in the lock. But, in another way, she wished that he wouldn't come home, she didn't want him to see her like this, not again!
Wiles was nibbling harshly on the soft, supple flesh of her inner thighs, working his way toward the juncture of her loins. His tongue slavered over her smooth, white skin and she shuddered as he neared his goal. Because of the way she was tied, it would be difficult for him to position his face at the V of her loins, but his tongue was teasing her, making her react involuntarily to his lewd caress. Her thighs were trembling as he worked his finger furiously inside her and his mouth sucked and nibbled so close to her vaginal opening.
The other man was perspiring as he rocked faster and faster into her mouth, his short, fat prick pulsing with lust as she sucked disgustedly on his manhood.
'I'm gonna make it, Tony,' he shouted, 'I'm gonna make it!'
His voice was choked with passion and he turned to look at the other man. It was as though he had never had a woman in his life.
Tony Wiles ignored his jubilant cry and did not lift his face from her legs. Gillian could feel his fat stump thicken and begin to twitch. For a moment, she thought that he would jerk out of her mouth, but he raised up further on his knees so that his loose, hairy testicles hung at her throat and he slammed down into her furiously as the first drop of semen spurted out and left a slightly bitter sweet taste in her reluctant mouth.
God, no, she prayed. Don't let this awful man cum in my mouth, please make it impossible, but then erratic spurts of his white thickened sperm began to spurt down her throat. She swallowed the bitter tasting offering to keep from choking, but she thought that she would be sick and wished that he would get it over with and let her alone.
He was bouncing on the bed, ecstatic over his accomplishment, and his head was thrown back as she swallowed the last drop of semen and his tiny prick slid easily from between her lips. He looked down at his limp organ as it seemed to disappear back into his loins, hidden completely by his thick mat of black pubic hair. It was a ludicrous sight, and she thought, no wonder he hates women, he couldn't satisfy one with that thing if he tried. She turned her head and tried to dry her mouth on the bedspread, but her neck could not turn quite that far, so his pungent sperm was left to dry on her lips.
Wiles had worked his finger wildly inside her and in spite of her revulsion, she could feel herself begin to involuntarily react to his fingering and her passage was becoming damp with her own juices. His tongue was licking between her legs, flicking out teasingly at her tiny clitoris, urging it, tantalizing it into unwilling hardness.
'Nuuuuggghhh,' she moaned as he roughly forced a second finger into her, straining her vaginal walls with the pressure.
He knew that he was torturing her, that soon she wouldn't be able to treat his caresses to stoically, that eventually she would have to react to him, beg for him, but he wasn't going to give it to her this time, he was going to let her hang on the verge of her fulfilment until he could satisfy his own sadistic plan.
'Do it to her,' the other man begged him, his eyes glassy with carnal lust as he watched. He was vicariously stimulated not so much by what Wiles was doing to the girl, but by the look of fear and revulsion on her face He knew that she was suffering, that she didn't want to feel anything, but he also knew that she would feel something soon, she would slowly begin to feel that burning sensation deep in her belly and in her vagina that he had seen her feel before, but he also knew that Wiles had something else in mind. He would have liked to see him fuck her, bury his massive cock into her until she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him toward her like a depraved animal, but this was still his fantasy.
'OOooohhhhh,' she moaned again and again as he wiggled his fingers skilfully inside her, lifting her hips from the bed with his roughness.
'You want it, don't you?' he gloated, finally lifting his lips from where they had been buried. 'You hot little bitch, you want it!'
She gritted her teeth so that she wouldn't cry out, so that her gasps and moans wouldn't betray her, but her body was burning as though she were a hot coal, smouldering and about to burst into flames. She rationalized that it was just a normal reaction, that her mind could not control her body, it was beyond that point.
Wiles knew all the sensitive parts of her body, and without removing his fingers from her moist, quivering cunt, he crushed his mouth against her breasts once again. The nipples sprung into erection at his touch and he bit and sucked them harshly, bringing groans from deep in her throat.
Her whole body was heaving with anxiety and she tried to free herself from her bonds, but the more she struggled, the tighter they became until the rope was cutting into her wrists, bruising and burning them.
Wiles was breathing heavily as he manipulated the girl any way he wanted to, did whatever he pleased with her, she was his puppet and he liked that.
'Fuck her,' the other man urged, 'Fuck her good!'
Do something, her body cried silently, I can't take this for much longer 'Please,' she finally whimpered. 'Please!'
'Please what?' he challenged her, but she gritted her teeth again and would not answer him.
'I think she wants it,' Wiles laughed, biting cruelly at her breasts until her skin rose in red welts between his teeth marks.
When Wiles was sufficiently satisfied that he had brought her almost to her zenith, he slid off the bed, leaving her there unattended and squirming, her body wracked with desire and no satisfaction forthcoming at least not for the moment.
'Look at her,' the other giggled, 'she's going out of her mind. Look at her squirm!'
He reached over and ran his fingers lightly between her legs, just brushing her tender vaginal lips and feeling the moisture that was gathering there.
She tried to angle her legs so that his finger would go inside her, but each time she moved forward, he would move his hand backwards, just out of touch.
'Oh God.' she groaned. 'Oooohh God!'
'Awful, isn't it?1' Wiles hissed. 'That's what you women do to men all the time… tease and run: well now you're being paid back!'
'Let me touch her again… just once,' the photographer asked Wiles as though he were his servant 'She's so soft!'
'Touch her gently, but don't let her cum, we must save that for the last coup.'
He reached out and squeezed her breasts, feeling the soft, warm flesh ooze between his fingers as he grasped it.
'Aaaaggghhhh… mmmm,' she groaned again, her body tingling with desire as he touched her, caressed her. They could have done anything to her at that moment, it wouldn't have mattered, but she couldn't take the pressure in her loins much longer.
Wiles looked at his watch and said, 'He should be here any minute now.
Help me grab him when he does and get the chair and the rope ready. We must have a captive audience for our final performance!'
'Oh… no,' she sobbed. 'You can't!'
'Maybe you'll listen to me after this, my dear,' he continued. 'We're just going to teach you both a good lesson.'
It wasn't too much longer after she heard Duncan's key in the lock and he called her name. Before she had a
