'Brad… oh God, you're sooooo good!'
It was funny how getting fucked by someone made her feel so close to him, even though he had done this to her without asking. His masterly manner, the way he brutalized her, made her dig her nails against her palms, opening her mouth for him to kiss. Brad kissed her hard, his tongue fencing with hers.
When Brad held his cock just inside the convulsing folds of her cunt, Rhoda quivered. Her ass was just hanging there and trembling, waiting for his cock knob to be speared into her cunt. She cried and twisted her hips from one side to the other.
The silk belt and twisted pantyhose burned her skin. Her shivering muscles bucked helplessly as Brad raked pure pleasure from her soft cuntlips. Her clit was swollen and hot, pulsing with a raging tickle that jolted cries of delight from her throat.
'Ohhhhhhhh God, God, God!'
Rhoda's thighs were smeared with cunt juice. Her wrists and ankles had welts where the silk hat cut. But as each wild storm of ecstasy washed over her body, the pain seemed like a delicate sensation. She was enjoying the pain, jerking her arms and legs harder to let that pain blend with the vicious fucking of Brad's dick.
'Now!' she screamed.
Rhoda was only a second away form madness. Then the second passed and she went crazy, gripped by the power of her orgasm. She felt Brad's cock jerking around, banging against her convulsing pussy. He was shooting, spraying his load into her.
Rhoda closed her eyes and tried to picture his prick bouncing around inside her, the dark head spitting out wad after wad of the thick white cream, filling up her hole while his balls rested against her buttocks.
Again and again, terrible spasms ripped through her cunt, making Rhoda jerk and twist hard against the mattress. Her cuntal muscles spasmed, gripping Brad's cock hard, milking it at least twice for each wad his dick shot out. For several minutes Rhoda's cunt was hot, wet, clenching, milking his hot cock.
When it was finally over, she collapsed, feeling drained, almost dead. Brad eased his cock out of her, rolling her on her side and untying the knots at her wrists. She felt him undoing the silk tangle, throwing the hose and belt to the floor.
'Better than I ever thought it would be,' he muttered, sitting on the edge of the bed and stroking her naked, cum-smeared thighs.
Yes, perhaps. But now Rhoda thought of Cindy, and that thought destroyed what happiness she could have had now. Cindy was in trouble Rhoda was sure of it.
CHAPTER SIX
Several hours passed and no one came for her. Cindy lay in the small cell, trying to clean herself as best she could with her torn blouse. Her thighs were smeared with blood and an as she lay on the floor, staring up at the dirty ceiling.
What awful thing had happened to her! She had been raped, violated, her dignity ripped from her. But was that really true? When Jack had held her down, premed his dirty fingers against her shoulders and pushed his knees against her thighs.
Hadn't she felt that thrill, that secret lust sensation that made her pussy hot, slick and easy to fuck?
'No!' Cindy covered her face with both hands, rolling onto one side and sobbing quietly.
That awful thought came back again and again. She had let him touch her, had actually enjoyed the beating, the slapping around, the pulling of hair and the resulting degradation that preceded that awful, brutal rape. Rape? She had to keep telling herself it was a rape. How could she face herself, her mother, her friends, if she were to acknowledge the fact that she had encouraged him… to do that terrible thing to her?
Footsteps!
Cindy tensed, drawing her knees up against her tits and scooting backward. Gathering the remnants of her clothes to her tits and belly, she edged up against the far wall, her scalp crinkling with terror as the door opened once more.
It was the other two men who had kidnapped her, standing there, smirks on their faces.
'Jack said you're a pretty good fuck. I'm Don. This here's Joe.'
Don was thin, blond with a dark beard framing his Germanic face. Joe was stockier, thickly built, packed with muscles, his dark-brown eyes sparkling with vitality. He was holding straps of leather in one hand, tapping them against his thigh.
'What… what do you want?'
The words were ridiculous. Cindy knew what they wanted and that thought terrified her. She drew her legs protectively under her ass, her eyes shifting from one to the other, wondering what they had in store for her.
'I ain't had me a woman in more 'n five days,' Don said, rubbing his lips. 'Joe and Jack, they get all the cunts that come through here.'
Cindy raised her eyebrows. All who come through here? What was going on? Headlines raced through her confused brain. She remembered hearing her mother talking about girls being kidnapped, who were later found beaten and raped. The girls used to talk about their ordeal, mumbling something about several rapists. Of course the outraged families didn't press the matter. And, considering how many rapes and murders were going on in Los Angeles at the time, the news quickly became old and forgotten. But now it reared its head and Cindy could hear those conversations of her mother, could see the headlines screaming out about the fate of those unfortunate girls. Cindy was going to become one of them. She knew it the moment she saw those cocks pressing against the tight-fitting faded jeans on those men.
Don kicked the door shut, then started fumbling with his pants. Joe did the same, working the jeans down over his thick-muscled thighs. In a moment they stood near her, their cocks hard, rigid, ready to plow into her soft warm pussy.
Cindy gasped as Joe came at her, one hand stretched in front of him. She stared at their dicks – both narrower than Jack's but as long and hard. And they were all tightly muscled. Her blood began to surge strangely through her body. More torture, more humiliation. She scooted back along the wall, feeling her ass pressing against the corner.
'Come on, baby. From what I hear, she ain't the shy type.'
It was Joe who grabbed her by the arm and hauled her out.
Cindy cried out, her right arm nearly jerking out of the shoulder socket. Her tits slapped together while her knees slid painfully over the splintered floor. Scrambling forward to keep her balance, Cindy managed to make it to her feet, dropping her torn clothing to the floor.
Joe smiled. 'She might really dig leather, you know? Lots of broads do after they get a taste of it. Jack says you're gettin' a good hot taste of it later.'
What did Joe mean? What did those terrible words whispered in her ear mean? He was behind her now, cinching her tits with leather straps. He pulled tight so her shoulders were drawn back. Her tits rose like boulders, solid and smooth and white. The nipples were already distended.
Cindy groaned, trembling at this unreal terror. As he lashed her belly next, opening her legs and bringing the leather between them, Cindy felt her cuntal muscles contract.
'She likes leather, Joe,' Don said, standing in front of her.
Don squeezed and pinched her tits, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and smiling with satisfaction as her face became a mask of twisted pain.
'You dig it, baby? You like this, bein' strapped down, tied up? Lots of cunts dig it,' Joe said, his lips becoming flecked with spit as his excitement grew. He hunched forward, rubbing his cock into her sweaty narrow asscrack.
Fucked in the ass! No, no, she couldn't take it there. His dick would tear her bowel lining, kill her! Cindy panicked, wiggling her ass away.
But Joe was stronger. He pulled back on the leather reins, hauling her back against his body.
'Tie her tightly, Joe.'
Both men were on her. Don kept pinching and squeezing her nipples, at times dropping his hand and trying
