settled himself between her legs. His cock ground against her pussy hair. Then the head of it slipped into her slit and started in search of her hole. A squirm of her hips and she felt it nuzzle her gate.
He thrusted. She felt like she was being torn in two by the monster invader. Reaching down, she clutched his ass, urged him deeper. His cock plunged its way into her slick depths. She felt every ripple in her cunt walls being stretched by his monster bulk. She felt his shaft drive deeper and deeper and deeper. It seemed like there was no end to his monster rod. She spread her legs wider and felt the head of his wang hit the end of her hole. Then he actually stretched her twat lengthwise, drove his whole tool into her tunnel.
It was like she was being gutted by a dull javelin. She lay under him and willed him to run her through with his monster dark. She felt her cunt stretch and stretch until she was sure she was going to tear.
'Gaawwd,' she moaned.
'Shit, you're hot and light,' he grunted.
'Fuck me,' she urged, clawing at his back. 'Fuck me dl you come out my mouth!'
He tied. He pistoned in her, in and out, in and out, a carnal machine in her cunt.
He drove at her forever. She was sure that this time, with his tool, she would cum. And since he had spurted into her mouth she was sure he would have the staying power to ravage her beyond belief, to drive her to orgasm after orgasm.
She reached a high point, and hovered there. She couldn't get any higher. His cock pumped in her cunt and pounded her clit to a pulp. It was good, ecstatically good, except for one thing.
She wasn't cumming. And she wasn't going to cum. She fought her tears of shame and fear and horror. The coupling went on and on and on, but there was no release for her.
She clutched him, and remembered the pool table, remembered the endless series of cocks. She began to edge toward her peak. She remembered being rolled over, remembered the rail grinding into her belly, and edged a little closer to her cumming. Then, as Larry pistoned his mammoth prick in her cunt, she remembered the rape of her asshole. And reached the glittering, geysering peak of pleasure. While Larry's cock fucked her numb, she climaxed from the memory of the gang rape. Now she knew what it took to make her cum. She felt Larry's cock spurting in her stretched depths, felt his cream hit the end of her cunt. She moaned as her orgasm raged through her. Desperately, she clung to the man between her thighs.
She thought of being bound and gagged and ravished, and her cumming flared up one more time.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Clara was bound spread-eagle on Wil's bed. Unexpectedly, there was a knock on the door. Wil frowned and finished pouring his drink. He was stripped to the waist. His torso was trim and hard. The lump of his cock was impressive even though he was wearing tight jeans.
'Who the hell is that?' he mused when the knocking was repeated.
Clara's gut knotted as she watched him walk toward the door. She was nude and totally exposed and totally helpless. She tested the ropes that held her wrists and ankles. This week Wil had been better prepared. When she had arrived, the first thing she had noticed was the rope. In addition to the four short lengths on the bed, there was a long coil on the wall.
One drink and she had stripped as ordered, and let him tie her. She had wanted him to dominate her, and now he was. She did as she was ordered. If she argued, it earned her a beating. She was content.
She lay stretched out on the bed with her legs spread. The air dried her juice as fast as it seeped from her slit. Wil had stripped to the waist, and then puttered around the room. Her helpless excitement had grown steadily as she wondered when he would do more than just sweep her naked display with his eyes.
She knew he was carefully building her anticipation. He was torturing her, making her wait.
Now he was at the door. He was probably looking through the peephole. If he let whoever it was in, there was no way she could cover herself.
She heard the lock click open. Instantly, her cunt knotted with lust and her gut knotted with fear. He was letting whoever it was in! Was some stranger going to witness her wanton degradation? The thought made her insides coil into a tight swirl of horniness. She writhed against the bonds holding her wrists and ankles.
'Well, hello there,' Grant said. His eyes played insolently over her naked display. They lingered on the ropes, on her aroused tits, and on her cunt.
'Hi. Uh, forgive me for not getting up.'
'Sure thing!' He reached down and stroked one breast with insolent casualness. 'Very nice.'
'Care for a drink?' Wil asked Grant calmly.
'He makes great whiskey sours,' Clara said huskily.
'A sour would be fine,' Grant said, sliding his hand down to Clara's tight gut. Her flesh was crawling with horror and horniness. His fingers probed her pussy, slithered between her labes, explored her sopping, slippery folds. 'Man, is she hot!' he reported to Wil.
'Is she? I hadn't checked,' Wil responded casually, handing Grant a glass.
'Check it out,' Grant offered.
Clara lay there helplessly as the two men discussed her. Wil's hand replaced Grant's on her pussy and probed rudely into her juicy snatch. She moaned as he fingered her clit, then the slithery inner lips. His finger slipped into her cunt, tested the wetness of her hole.
'Sopping,' Wil agreed. He withdrew his hand from her muff and held it an inch from her nose. 'See how wet you are, Clara?'
'Yes,' Clara choked out huskily.
'Smell it!' he coated the tip of her nose, then her upper lip, with slime. She couldn't avoid the smell. It made her gut knot with excitement.
'Where's Lois?' Wil asked. His hand was still in front of Clara's nose.
'On her way here,' Grant answered.
'Lick it off,' Wil ordered.
Her stomach rolling with disgust at her eagerness, Clara obeyed, licked her cunt juice off his hand. The taste brought a fresh flood from her pussy.
'Horny bitch, isn't she?' Grant mused, staring down at her. She met his gaze defiantly. But then the defiance melted into horny longing, and she writhed with need.
'Properly treated she is,' Wil answered.
'There's Lois,' Grant noted as the buzzer in his apartment sounded faintly. 'Where's your door button?'
'By the kitchen,' Wil answered.
Clara strained stupidly at the ropes as Grant pushed the button and let Lois into the building. The thought of having Lois witness her bondage made Clara's gut tighten further, made her pussy spasm hungrily.
Lois came into the apartment, caught sight of Clara roped to the bed, and grinned. 'Boy, that looks like fun!'
Clara squirmed feebly.
'Have you tried blindfolding her?' Lois asked Wil.
'Not yet,' Wil answered. 'Get raped today?' Lois was wearing her outrageous tee shirt and short skirt outfit, in spite of the chilly drizzle. The shirt was posted to her lush breasts.
'Not today. Gosh, I wish I was like that.' She gazed longingly at Clara.
'Care to take my place?' Clara said in a choked voice, not sure if she meant it or not. She felt humiliated, but was enjoying the humiliation.
'Gosh, it's awful nice of you to offer. But you were here first, after all.'
'Why don't we have some fun with the two of them?' Grant suggested.
'How?' Wil asked, intrigued.
Clara's cunt twitched with fear. Grant's ideas of fun were pretty extreme.
'Lois will do anything I tell her to,' Grant noted. 'Won't you, Baby?'
'Sure, Grant. But right now I'm thirsty. Can I have a drink?'
'Get naked, Baby,' Grant ordered. 'Then you can have a drink.'
