cock-head was within inches of my snatch. I could rub my sloppy split against the shaft. That was all I could do.
The cock was right there. I was frantic. I had to fuck him. My cunt was three inches below the crown of his rigid rod. I jerked and pulled at the chains holding my ankles. They were too tight. I couldn't raise my box quite enough to get the meat in.
My snatch was screaming for fulfillment. I swayed back and forth in a desperate dance. I rubbed my gash against the hot, ready prick. It wasn't going to do me a damned bit of good if I couldn't plug my hole with it.
This was the most frustrating torture anyone could have devised. I had cringed at the thought of
being fucked for the last few days. My stomach had knotted with fear every time I saw a man. Now I needed them! I was on the brink of insanity. They kept tormenting me. They wouldn't give me a cock.
The door opened. I didn't know or care who it was until the two newcomers came into my line of vision.
'You, you, you!' I screamed brokenly as I saw John and his partner.
The whole room filled with laughter at my outburst.
'My-my,' John chuckled. 'The college girl had a bad case of the hots.'
The two men pulled chairs up and sat down to watch the show. The woman bouncing up and down started fucking faster. The other cocks were burning around us. I forgot that my tormentors were enjoying the show. I tried in sheer desperation to raise up enough to get the cock between my legs. Nothing worked. I sobbed and choked in frustration.
'Remember how good this felt?' John laughed, unzipping his fly.
I tore my eyes away from the couple fucking on the bed and stared wildly at his big tool.
'Remember how thrilled you were to get these eight inches in your hole?' he chuckled.
I sobbed as he began to rub his cock. I did remember. It had been so good! It just wasn't fair!
'Bastard!' I whispered under my breath.
The girl leaned forward a little more. I could see her asshole winking as she hammered up and down on the hard-on with desperate urgency. They were panting and gasping for breath. The girl's shoulders were blushing. Sweat was running off her back. I shivered as I imagined how wonderful that cock would feel sliding in and out of my itchy cunt.
The man moved out from between me and the bed. I sobbed in total misery. I needed their cocks so bad. The guy being fucked tensed his legs and drove his ass in the air. He carried the girl up with him. I saw his legs rippling and the bottom of his meat as it pulsed.
He held her that way for a long time before sinking back onto the bed. The girl rode up and down on his prick. Trails of cum clung to his shaft. A puddle of the slimy milk began to pool on his balls as it squirted from her hole. I saw her ass began to twitch and her legs went crazy. She collapsed in a heap on top of the guy and purred happily. I shuddered violently as they rolled off the bed. John took their place. Everyone stood around watching.
My abductor grinned as he stroked his rigid prick. The woman who hadn't been fucked yet slipped down on the bed beside him. The bed shook with the efforts to tear myself loose. I wanted to kill the bastard. I wanted his cock!
The woman bent directly to John's cock. She smiled sweetly at me and gnawed on his meat like it was a dog bone. She pinched the head of his tool
and forced a couple drops of his golden oil out. Catching it on her fingertip, she reached over and wiped it on my belly. I sobbed and jerked at my bonds.
She stopped gnawing and drew her tongue from the very bottom to the crimson tip. She mashed her upper teeth into the top of his tool, just past his pee-hole. I saw his legs tense in excitement. She was thrilling him more than I had. That made my humiliation even greater.
The bitch pinched the skin of his sac. She stretched it tight around his nuts so I could see their shiny outline. Taking her mouth away from his hot prick for a second, she asked me how it felt to know I wasn't going to get any of his cream.
I almost broke my arms trying to get at her. The men laughed at me. I thrashed around and tore at my bonds. One of the guys cupped the bottom of my ass with his hands and began brushing my drooling cunt with his middle finger. The need tore at my belly. I doubled over as far as the chains would allow.
'God-oh, please!' I blubbered, stripped of the last shreds of sanity.
The man slipped his hand lower and pushed his rough finger just inside my cunt. I stretched mindlessly. I completely ignored the knifing pain in my arms as I wiggled my hips down in an effort to get more of the finger.
There wasn't enough penetration. I just couldn't get him far enough into me to do any good. I tried
and tried until I was worn out. Each time I stretched lower, he moved his hand lower. Nothing would make him stop. I had no way to make him have mercy.
John shot his load into the girl's mouth. She got up and spat 'it into my face. Another man jerked off while I watched. I was helpless. There wasn't a thing I could do. The itches started to wear off at last. They noticed I wasn't struggling as hard. Someone squeezed my jaws open and stuffed another candy into my throat.
The whole agonizing need started over. The group had tired of their fun. I was unchained and dragged screaming to my cell. The two guards took great pains to chain me to the floor in such a way that I could get my fingers within an inch of my snatch, but no closer. They laid a big dildo next to my face and locked the door behind them.
It took hours for the driving need to ebb. My wrists were raw and bleeding from trying to free myself. The door unlocked about the time my need was almost gone. It was a new guard. I saw the bulge in his pants. Maybe he didn't know what was going on. I decided on a desperate plan.
'No!' I squeaked. 'Please don't fuck me!'
I hoped it sounded convincing enough. I held my breath. I was in luck. The guard grinned evilly and began to undo his belt. I squirmed in an effort to put on a good show. The effect of the Spanish fly had almost gone, but I was still held a prisoner of the frustration that gripped me. Only a cock
could solve it for me.
The man laughed. He dropped between my legs. I sobbed in relief as he drove his big tool into my sloppy pit. He didn't know what was happening. His burning shaft slashed past my cunt-petals and drew a long, satisfying thrill along my cunt-top as he filled me.
My whole cunt shuddered with relief as he began to piston back and forth. He drove his cock all the way in to his balls. It kissed my cervix and roared back out. The pecker left trails of sparks where he'd been. My cunt was on fire. My ass was trembling like a leaf. I'd never felt anything so good.
He drove down harder. His hips grated and slapped against mine. I arched and twisted. Pedro had managed to make them shrink almost back to size with his massages and ice packs. Now it was paying off. The man filled and stretched my pulsing cunt. The guard mistook my need for terror. It was anything but that.
I could feel his cock pushing my insides out of the way. I could feel it burning against the tight muscles at the front of my snatch. I could feel it stretching the wrinkles and soothing the frustrated itches and heat that had been stored there for hours by the drug. The weight of his body mashing my sore tits even felt good.
My ass bounced against the hard concrete, absorbing the rough beating from his grinding pelvis. The heat of growing passion melted through
me. My insides turned to molten lava as the fires glowed brighter and brighter.
I could smell his sweating body. I could hear his panting struggle to climax. I could taste the need in my mouth. I was flying toward the peak. I arrived just ahead of him. My mind floated off into a blissful peace that had been denied me for so long. Waves of wonderful fulfillment kissed my tormented body. I whimpered and purred with satisfaction and release.
The guard didn't get wise. He fucked back and forth faster and faster. He hammered in and out of my box harder and harder. I began to boil again. His cock grew longer. It swelled, spurting stream after steam of his milky goo into my snatch. The need was back like it had never left.
Getting up with a grunt of satisfaction, he pulled his pants up. He kicked me roughly in the ribs and left the cell. I lay helplessly with a sickening pain in my ribs and a gnawing need in my snatch.
