about to begin.
The two men stood beside the bed and Gimp was again looking worried.
“What's wrong wiv' 'er? Cor, she don't 'alf look done up. Don't fink she's dead, do ya?”
Big Red snorted. “Nah. She's just a bit bashed from the ride. We'll strip 'er off then give 'er a spot o' gin t' bring 'er 'round. I want 'er t' know what she's gettin'.”
Through the grey fog that dimmed her senses, Marion felt the two men pulling at her clothes, taking off each garment carefully. She wondered, in a rather detached fashion, if they were being so careful not to tear them so that they would be more readily sold after she was dead. She heard Gimp question the ripped bodice, but he accepted Big Red's explanation that it had happened when he was putting her into the cart.
“Bring the candle nearer and get the gin. I could do wiv' a nip meself.”
Gimp's shoes shuffled across the bare boards of the floor and Big Red sat down on the bed beside her. Lifting her head, he forced the neck of a bottle into her mouth and poured a great splash of cheap, fiery gin down her throat. She coughed and spluttered but her head cleared a little and her eyes opened. She looked around her.
She was in a huge, high-ceilinged room. It appeared to be the whole top floor of a building, and much the worse for wear. One section of the roof was missing, leaving a gaping hole open to the sky. There were several shelves like the one she was lying on, a large table made of boards set on a trestle, and a few broken chairs. Heaps of rags and bits of broken furniture completed the contents of the dreary room. The light from the lamp splashed the wall with eerie shadows and although a fire was smoldering in some sort of makeshift stove, the room felt damp and cold. The sharp chill on her naked body did more than the gin to revive her, and she was now completely awake.
Big Red dropped her head and tilted the bottle to his own lips, taking a long swallow. He forced her to take another deep drink, and although the stuff tasted loathsome, it warmed her and took the edge off her terror, so she didn't complain. Gimp reached for the rapidly diminishing bottle and Big Red started stroking her bare breasts and belly.
“Let's work 'er up a bit. A female's always better at fuckin' if ye get 'er 'ot.” He spread her legs and started titillating her clitoris, manipulating it gently between his fingertips. Marion tried to close her legs, but Gimp grabbed her by the knees and held her open. His watery eyes gleamed and his toothless mouth hung open. He could feel life in his crotch, and his great organ filled with blood as he watched the beautiful body in front of him twist and shiver under the mauling hand of his mate. In spite of herself, Marion's vagina began to moisten, and she cursed her body for betraying her.
Big Red moved his hand from her clitoris and he pulled the heavy lips apart with both hands, exposing the damp, pink flesh and the hard, pointed button.
“'Ow'd ye like t' 'ave a lick o' that, Gimp? Go on, put yer tongue t' the doxy. She finks she can 'old off, but we'll make 'er like it.”
He laughed coarsely and the hideous old man bent his head down and ran his heavy tongue up her sex from the opening to the thick brush of hair that grew over the high mound of her pelvis. He licked avidly, lapping at her like a dog, taking her burning clitoris between his lips, and slurping up the clear fluid that ran out of her. Marion writhed on the bed, trying to get away from that monstrous mouth. She was humiliated, terrified, disgusted, but she could not control the heat that was beginning to mount in her belly. Unable to stop herself, her body arched slightly to meet the tongue that was working over her.
Big Red was breathing hard. He reached down and squeezed the bulge that had grown in his pants, rubbing it with his hand.
“She's feelin' it now. Ye like the taste o' that fancy cunt, don't ye, mate? Take yer pants down an' show 'er yer cock. That oughta please 'er.”
The old man stood up and pulled his pants off hastily. When he turned around to face them, Marion saw that indeed half his weight was in his member. Jutting in front of his skinny, shrunken frame like a club, was the biggest penis she had ever seen. More than ten inches long, the giant head would have filled a tea cup. Big Red beckoned the man closer. “Stand 'ere. Now, girlie, what d' ya fink o' that? Take it in yer hand and give it a tickle. Go on, ya bitch, do whot yer told or I'll bash you good.” Marion reached out and put her hand around the swollen purple mass. Her fingers would barely enclose it and she thought with horror of what it would feel like inside her. “Pull on it. Make it good an' 'ard fer yer cunt.” Red's eyes were bright with lust and his breath was coming in quick pants. He pulled and fondled her breast while he was talking, continuing to rub himself with his other hand while he did so. “Do it nice, now.”
Gimp felt the fire burning up his old legs as Marion's slim white fingers moved the skin up and down his erect cock. Fluid started to drip from the head and he thrust against her hand, muttering with passion.
“Cor, but she jerks it good. Ohhhhh, me prick's fair burnin'. Lemme stick it up 'er cunt before she pulls the juice right out o' me.”
Big Red pushed a thick wad of old clothes under Marion's behind, arching her body sharply. Frantic with passion, Gimp squatted on the bed between her legs and aimed his huge cock at the opening to her body. He leaned forward and Marion screamed as she felt the monster push into her, stretching her hole almost to the tearing point. Gimp leaned again, and the great shaft pushed further. Big Red, watching, was getting more and more excited as the gigantic shaft worked in and out of the reddened hole. Gimp was going slowly, wanting the exquisite tingle in his groin to last as long as possible. He could feel the wet walls of Marion's channel clasp his organ like a vice, and the heat that spread through him made it harder and harder for him to control his strokes. Mouthing obscenities, he groaned as he pushed the full length of his cock up into the woman's sex, ramming her cervix with the dripping head.
Marion was almost frantic. The pain caused by this gross invasion was coupled with a most unwanted desire. As the great cock pounded into her again and again, she found that her movements were no longer an attempt to escape, but dictated by a need to take all the man could push into her, to feel herself filled to bursting with hard, pulsing cock. She whimpered and moved her hips in a slow arc.
Big Red stood up. “She's likin' it now, the slut.” He reached inside his pants and pulled out his stiff, red cock. “Now she'll pay fer that bitin' she gave me.” He moved back to the bed, and kneeling beside her head he grabbed her hair and twisted her face around, pushing his wet prick at her mouth. “Suck on it, ya pig. Suck on it till it shoots in yer throat.” Even though she was being driven to distraction by the great cock between her thighs, Mario balked at the thought of taking the man into her mouth. It was different with Sir David, but she just couldn't force herself to let that dirty, gross thing between her lips. As she tried to turn her head away, Big Red yanked her hair cruelly, landing a ringing, openhanded blow across her soft cheek. The tears ran down her face, and in a moment she felt her mouth filled as Big Red thrust in. “Suck. Suck real pretty or I'll give ya a bashin' yer won't never forget.”
Terrified, Marion started moving her head up and down, running the inside of her cheeks along the length of the throbbing machine, and she felt her passion growing again. Finally, her aversion to the thing in her mouth changed to a terrible urge to shame herself, to wipe out all the horror in an orgy of disgrace and pain, and thick, hot come. Her mouth drew lovingly on the cock and she licked the head with her tongue. Big Red was breathing hard, the wet, young mouth and white body driving him to frenzy. His eyes were slits and saliva ran from the corner of his mouth as he turned his head from side to side, alternately watching the delicate, dainty creature being fucked by his friend's huge prick, and looking down to see her sucking so hard on his own cock.
Gimp was pounding frantically, driving to the hilt into the liquid fire that teased his sensitive pillar.
“Chris', Red, I'm gonna 'ave t' do it. Me nob's so full o' spunk it's like t' burst.” Marion jerked and twisted her pelvis in a wild lust-ridden dance. “Ohhhhhh, I can't 'old it! 'Er cunt's fair yankin' it out. 'Ere it is, girlie, 'er it is. OHHHHHH!” With a loud moan, the old man's body stiffened, and Marion felt burst after burst of thick, hot juice shot into her. Finally the old man moved back, his penis falling out of her as limp as his exhausted body.
Big Red moved back from her, and pulling her head back sharply with one hand, he took his rigid joint in the other, jerking it up and down quickly.
“Ye can take a load in yer mouth later on, but this one yer gonna get on your face.” He jerked harder, bending forward till he was directly over her. Marion watched through half closed eyes, wanting him to do what he threatened, yet dreading it. “Play wiv yer tits, ya bitch. Rub yer cunt while I'm jerkin'. I wanta watch y'.”
Marion's hand went to her breast and she started fondling herself, tweaking and rolling the dark pouting nipple. Molten lava ran in place of blood through her belly and thighs, and her hole felt gaping and empty without the huge cock in it. She reached down and started rubbing herself frantically, desperate to stop the itch that was driving at her desperately.
