Jack was finishing up his cum. Men did it so fast! But Cindy was right in the middle of her climax, growling and snapping and panting like a dog. Her hips swerved uncontrollably. Cindy heard herself screaming. Jack bent down once more and bit her neck again. Another blast of cum shot up her snatch.
The terrifying impact of her climax ripped outward from her cunt. It was so overwhelming, so overpowering! It was far greater, more intense than the last one.
The flesh around her pussy and asshole was on fire. After each shivering throb of her cuntal walls, the ripples left her feeling empty until the next internal blast. Cindy sobbed, feeling his spurting, jabbing dickshaft. Her body had betrayed her. It was milking more and more cum from the big man's swinging balls.
God, God, she wanted more, more, so much more!
'Unnghhhhh…'
Jack pulled away after the last few shots, wiping the head of his bloated dick over her scarred ass.
Cindy fell forward, her arms collapsing under her head. Every inch of her body ached from the tension and beating she had received. 'Got it all?'
Jack was steadying himself, sucking in lungfuls of air. Cindy covered her face with both hands, feeling her cunt still quivering, trembling, the walls rubbing together against the slick coating of jizz.
'Yeah. It oughtta go well in Texas. Man, them freaks out there in Dallas go nuts when they see broads like this,' Don said, checking the camera.
Joe snapped off the tape-recorder.
'That little baby brings us in a lot,' Jack said to Cindy, hitching up his pants and zipper.
'Now… now will you let me go?' Cindy asked, feeling as if her world had turned upside down.
'You haven't even begun here yet, baby. Hey, what's your name anyway?' Jack asked, tucking in his shirt after having slipped off the couch.
'Cindy,' the girl whispered, wiping a stray tear from her cheek with her knuckles.
'Nice… nice. Think we'll use it for these shots. Sounds kinda innocent… they'll dig it, really like it.'
'What's that?' Cindy gasped, her scalp crinkling with terror as she heard an unearthly scream echo through the house. She drew herself up from the couch, folding one leg over the other, feeling more cum oozing from her fuckhole. There was another scream, then another. She noticed that Don was missing.
'Damn, he's probably watching that damned movie again. Hey, come on, you'll probably like this,' Jack said.
The big stud hitched one arm under her and pulled the protesting girl off the sofa.
Cindy steadied herself, feeling the warm trickle of cuntjuice and cum oozing down her thighs. She had become accustomed now to exposing herself in front of these men. Modesty was something of the past, something that had been erased by Jack, by that leather fuck a few moments ago, by that knife, and finally by the gang leader's fat dick reaming out her hole. No, there was no modesty left in her mind. There was only a will to survive to best these men, to come out on top.
Steadying herself mentally, Cindy followed them out of the living room, past all those suspiciously locked doors to a larger room at the end of the hall. As they entered it, Cindy guessed it must have served as a dining room in happier times. Now, it was empty except for several wooden folding chairs, a table and a projector whirring away at the back.
Cindy narrowed her eyes, seeing two big men and a slim dark-haired girl on the makeshift bed sheet screen before her. Her hair was cut short – straight and black – and combed over her forehead in bangs. As the image came into focus, Cindy saw the girl as Asian-Japanese or Chinese. Her tits were small – full and purple-tipped. Her belly was flat, her ribs somewhat visible. Her hips flared and her stomach tapered to the close cropped black V of her pussy.
She wore a dazed smile that became more unfocused as the two men took her. One man bent down, squeezing her jaw hard so her mouth stayed open. He forced her to her knees, swearing violently at her. Then, opening his pants, be pulled out a seven-inch dick and shoved it into her mouth, bouncing on the balls of his feet. The other man stretched out on the floor, his cock extended.
On closer examination, Cindy saw the two men were Don and Joe, obviously enjoying their part in this epic. As the young girl sucked, she was led back to where the other man lay. And while Don raised her hips to move her cunt over his dick, she kept on sucking, not missing a beat.
'Drugged,' Cindy whispered, watching this horror.
'Sure,' Jack said, chuckling. 'First I thought you might need some… help. But hell, you're a natural for this kinda shit.'
Cindy held her hands to her face, feeling her cheeks flush hot as the young girl in the movie became more and more involved in the two men. She was bouncing up and down like a puppet, her cunt splitting open. Then jizz began to spurt from Joe's dickhead, spattering her lips, spraying all over her face as he pulled out his dick to show the audience he was really cumming. The girl weakly raised one hand to protect herself from the hot spray. But he knocked her hand away, purposely shooting his jizz into her eyes, nose, mouth, down her throat, onto her tits.
Don kept pumping his cock into her cunt after Joe had finished. Joe staggered around for a few seconds, then came back, belt in hand. He raised the leather, dangling it in front of the girl. Though drugged, the young teen knew what was going to happen next. Even though the film was silent, Cindy swore she could hear the girl screaming as the leather cut through the air, finally biting into the girl's right cheek. Don reached up just in time to hold her into position, keeping her fastened to his crotch, his cock buried up to the hilt. Just then the film broke.
'Damn!' Don muttered.
'Got you worked up, huh? Don't worry,' Jack said, flicking on the lights. 'You'll get your chance with her just like you get your chance with all the others.'
Cindy felt sick to her stomach. These men were smut movie producers as well, using these girls for their own pleasure as well. No wonder some of the girls they found on the roadsides were half-dazed. After they'd been through the mill, they were suffering from shell shock.
'And you'd be surprised who our customers are,' Jack said, leading the girl out. 'Good straight types, you know, San Fernando Valley guys… with the wife and kiddies and all that shit. Man, they eat this kinda shit up. Don't know how they hide it from the family, but that ain't our business.'
'No, oh God, no,' Cindy said, clapping her hands over her ears. She didn't want to hear about their sick little operation. All she wanted to do was go home.
'There's nothin' you can do about it, so just relax and enjoy it. We got somethin' else goin' in a while. Take 'er back and let or calm down… and don't fuck with her, Joe.'
Rhoda was frantic. It was the following morning and still no Cindy. Brad had spent the evening and left early, reassuring her, even suggesting that Cindy might have run away.
No, no she wouldn't, Rhoda said to herself, calling the authorities again and again until she finally badgered them into agreeing to launching some sort of search for her.
That afternoon dragged by slowly. Rhoda called in sick, sitting by the phone, waiting for the police to call. It was nearly eight that evening before it rang.
'Yes? Have you found…'
'You got a nice, hot cunt. I want to fuck it, take my dick and stick it all the way in 'til you scream.'
Rhoda jumped to her feet, one hand to her throat. Her daughter was missing, possibly dead, and here she was listening to an obscene phone call!
'Stop it, whoever you are! Listen to me, I'm in no mood for this. Just stop it!'
Her hands were shaking, her body shuddering as the whispering voice continued, telling her how good her pussy was, and how he was going to fuck her so hard she wouldn't be able to walk for a week.
'And then I'm going to eat out your asshole, stick my tongue up that tight little bung and…'
'Stop!'
Rhoda wheeled around, slamming the receiver down hard on the cradle. She backed away, hugging her body tightly with both arms. It rang again. The woman started for the phone, stopped, then started again.
'Hello?'
'Then I'm gonna bite those tits… bite 'em, suck 'em in my mouth 'til…'
Rhoda slammed the receiver down again, running her fingers through her hair, looking around the room in
