CHAPTER EIGHT
'You undo the damn collar,' Alex grunted, still thrusting his jism-spouting joy stick savagely into her ass. 'Aaahh!' He banged into her ass cheek, his rock-hard balls bumping, rubbing, teasing carnal bliss from her wanting, spurting pussy.
'Oh God,' Dee Dee groaned, clamping her lips I behind the glowing bulb cock in her mouth and sucked. She was in a libidinous heaven of insatiable lust. The hot come in her ass was delicious. The marvelous spongy radiating cock in her mouth was brushing exquisitely against her cheeks, her palate, her tongue, causing salivating sensuous desires to drool from her taste buds, but neither were satisfying her raging itch-ache monster so deep in her belly.
She wanted to be fucked! To feel searing, alive sperm pour down her throat from this provocative throbbing cock mystery. She wanted both, wanted to be fucked and feel the jism at the same time. She hunched her ass backwards for more pounding from the dwarf's now softening prong.
Marcus was delighted with this tender, beautiful teenager. She didn't know how to suck a cock, but she sure was willing. That was what he liked. Tender, young, cock-suckers. Cock-suckers he could train properly in the manly, art of head job.
He was so tired of professional whores or queers. A pro knew her job but was expensive and impersonal. The queers as a rule loved their work but were too eager to really clean out his balls. He wasn't a sadist like Alex, but he did demand total submissiveness in his women. That was what was missing in this tiny little girl's cock-sucking. She was slobbering over his cock, tonguing his pee hole, rolling her head so his swelling glans was touching and bumping every part of her small sultry mouth. She was rumbling his balls with her hot, darting, soothing tongue, and the gentle in and out head action drew up slivers of delight with her simultaneously delicate, soft hand jack-off on his shaft. It was all ungodly tantalizingly good and sensual; all it lacked for a super blow job was the tang of fear to dissolve her willingness and a pinch of hurt to heighten both their pleasure.
'Have you beat her ass?' Marcus unsnapped the collar and let it drop.
'With paddles!' Alex's eyes were shining. 'Boy did she squeal. Lookie, her asshole won't let go of my cockhead.'
Marcus laughed, it was true. His brother had withdrawn all of his semi-hard cock except the head. When he backed off, his prick lengthened and stretched out his base cock skin. She had him clamped like a bitch in heat. 'Tight, huh?'
'The tightest!' Alex hunched backward some more and his oversized glans popped out like a cork. 'But the best was in her begging. She acted like it was the first time.'
Dee Dee's head circling on his glans penis, her hot tongue exploring his pee hole, her tender soft warm lips, sliding in drooling spit up and down his prick, was getting to Marcus. He didn't want to come this way. He wanted the fear. But 'Aawww sshhittt!' He mashed his fingers in her billowy silken hair and drove his cock into her velutineus feverish mouth. His balls were volcanic and on the verge of erupting. He didn't want to come, yet didn't want to stop the intensifying goodness that was stiffening his prick like concrete.
He lunged his cock again for more of her mouth, her throat, her belly. He wanted to drive his rammer through her like a lance and have it sticking out of her ass. He wanted everything in her. But her sharp little teeth dug excruciating pain bullets just behind the head and forced him to stop his plunge. He exploded, his nuts in a gigantic rapturous orgasm, and he screamed. He cuffed at the ravenous head that was sucking and swallowing his life's juices, but he couldn't stop his weakness. 'Aaaahhhhhh!' He quivered as her band still pumped for more, her mouth pulled and ate each delicious jerking come spurt.
'Enough!' He summoned strength to force her wanting mouth off his twitching cock. 'Enough for now. Give me a break!'
Dee Dee was in an erotic daze. Each time Marcus' fleshy spigot had spurted its boiling musky juice into her mouth, her own slit had twitched sparks of erogenous pleasure and belched droplets of tantalizing pre-come. If she could have swallowed one more spurt or felt just one more orgasmic spasm, she would have come. She had been so close, but his wonderful meat pole had been torn from her. She could cry or scream, she didn't know which.
Her stomach ached horribly from the eating demands of her personal monster. She rubbed at her stomach while searching her mouth for a taste of Marcus' delicious released jism.
'We ain't through with her yet, are we brother?' Alex asked.
Dee Dee looked at his shining beady eyes and cruel smile. It made her shudder.
'Hell, no!' Marcus was catching his breath. 'Take off those knee grips. We'll put her on the water bed!'
Sanity returned to Dee Dee with the unsnapping of the knee grips, and she found her voice. 'Now wait.' She stood and protested, 'I said I'd sleep with each of you, and I have. That's enough! Now you have to let the boys fix my car!'
'Before you fix this?' Alex was leering and pointing to his fully aroused devil's prick.
Dee Dee flushed at the sight of his disproportioned prober. How could anything so grotesque have given her so much pleasure? But then, it hadn't given her pleasure. It had hurt, hadn't it? 'I,' she stuttered and didn't know why she was stammering, 'I already fixed it once. That's enough!'
'Oh,' Alex grinned, stooped, and retrieved the ping-pong paddle. 'You want some more of this instead?'
A strange stimulating chill swept over Dee Dee at the sight of the horrible wooden spanker. She instinctively rubbed her sore and bruised bottom. 'No,' she said, 'please, no more of that.' Then she was horrified to hear what followed out of her mouth. 'No more of anything, and you can't make me!'
She looked at the evil smiles that erupted over the faces of Marcus and Alex. Why had she said that? What was the matter with her? Marcus was huge. He could break her in two with one blow of his hairy, meaty arm, and she had already felt the strength of the dwarf. Besides, she was naked, helpless, and locked in a sound proof torture room. They could do anything they wished with her, and she couldn't stop them. So, why had she challenged them?
'You're right, iambic pie.' Marcus winked at Alex, his voice solicitous, 'We can't make you do anything you don't want to do!' He turned to Alex, his face a question. 'Should we show her Sister Maude's bridal bed?'
'Yeahhh!' Alex's eyes and mouth were both beaming.
'This way, Honey!' Marcus took her left arm, Alex took her right, and they walked her to what looked like a rub-down table, only different. It had holes on one end, was hinged to bend in the middle and had an octopus apparatus of rubber tubes and a motor beneath it. Dee Dee didn't resist, didn't protest, didn't do anything except breath faster in anticipation.
This couldn't be happening to her. This had to be happening to some other perverted girl in her body. She, herself, wanted to submit to their desire, she wanted to screw and fuck and suck them until not only they had enough, but her own personal itch-ache beast was satisfied. Still this other her was resisting, demanding pain. What had happened to her?
'Up you go.' Marcus lifted her to the table as if she were a feather. 'Over on your stomach and set your sweet titties in those holes so they hang nice and free.'
Oh God! What were they going to do? And why was she so willing?
'Your arms over the sides, baby.' Alex took her right wrist and clamped on a cold handcuff before unreasonable panic flooded her brain and turned her into a screaming, hysterical blob.
She was yelling, begging, and fighting their combined strength as her left wrist was dropped and secured. Then in rapid succession, her knees were splayed and cuffed and soft rubber things attached to her breast nipples.
'Simmer down,' Alex's sharp voice broke into her babbling, and the familiar swish of the paddle froze her throat in wild, crazy anticipation.
Whack!! The terrible searing, branding blow engulfed her struggling body and stilled her movements to a quivering insane delight. 'Oohh!' She came quickly, then cringed at her other self as a coarse, unreal voice spit out obscenities. 'You rotten bastards! You dirty fucking cocksuckers! Beat me! Beat me!'
Whack!! Fire exploded on her other cheek. Then tears and sobs wrenched from her throat as a terrible burning hurt washed over her body and poured the excruciating ecstatic come juice from her twitching spitting funnel. 'Stop!' she managed between gasps of insane pleasure-pain. 'Stop… I'll do anything, but stop, please!'
'Anything?'
