They watched her as she drank, sipping now, and letting the searing liquid slide down her throat. She hated it… but she wanted to be completely numb. When she finished the last drop, Jeff took the glass from her hand; Pete, behind her, laid her down on the soft mattress and slithered down beside her. Instantly, he sought for and captured her mouth with his, his tongue bursting through her lips to slide deeply into her throat. Strangely, and perhaps because of the helplessness of her position, she found herself responding to him, her own tongue lashing out to joust with his. One of his hands caressed her full-mounding breast, rolling the pink bud of her nipple between his fingers until it speared out hard, the areola puckering up at its base.
Then, Brad, who had rapidly stripped himself naked, stretched out on the other side of her, his warm body snuggling close, and she felt the hard rod of his prick press up tight against her smooth, white thigh. It seemed to be the twin, massive and long, of Pete's whose hardened cock pressed hard against the other thigh. Now, Brad's mouth was on her other breast, sucking and nibbling, voraciously, drawing the nipple and the areola completely into his mouth.
The liquor in her bloodstream began to spread its warmth through her body, the searing heat of it seeming to concentrate in her loins where tiny, tingling thrills of unwanted sexual excitation had begun to play a game of erotic leapfrog. An uncontrollable moan escaped her lips. She had to face the inevitable: even though she was being subjected to these rapacious outrages against her body, she was helpless to stop them, in the first place, and in the second instance, she was responding to them, against her will. She had hoped that the alcohol would numb her to the point where she could go through with it… but not be a part of it. It was hopeless. Her body was responding just as it had with Gabe… and with her brother and his friend, Ray Donahue.
Matt's voice came to her, from a distance; she looked up to see him, standing near her feet, stepping out of his pants. His erection lanced out through the fly of his shorts. He stripped them off, and his lust-inflated member stood out at an acute angle from his hairy loins, the sperm-filled scrotum swinging, heavily, below. "Christ… I've got to get my mouth on that sweet little cunt!" he grunted, dropping to his knees.
Then, she watched, horrified, as he pulled her knees up, flexing them, his hands going down her soft, inner thighs, forcing them to splay apart. Briefly, she resisted him, trying to keep her knees together, but he growled, "Goddamn it! Open your legs, bitch! If I have to…"
He didn't have to finish his threat. Charity knew — although she had not been mistreated, yet — that if she did resist, they would not hesitate to beat her, unmercifully. It was there in their powerful, hulking bodies… and in the fact they had carried out their planned rape… drugging her and bringing her to this motel room. She had no idea of where she was. The thing uppermost in her mind was to do what she must, without risking the possibility of being hurt, seriously. She allowed her legs, then, to be spread apart, slowly, and she heard his gasp and the wash of his warm breath over the sensitive flesh of her now widely exposed vaginal slit.
She could feel the moisture as it gathered there, exuding from the nearly aroused walls of her softly palpitating cunt. Then, his long, wet tongue taunted at the opening, at the tiny bearded mouth of her passage, for a long moment before he plunged it into her searing depths. Wildly, he moved it in and out, duplicating the motion of Pete's tongue in her mouth. She moaned, involuntarily, and sucked on the long lingual member that raced in and out of her throat so hungrily.
Shifting upward, then, Matt's lips nibbled their way through the searing, coraline flesh to find the tiny, erect miniature phallus, hiding in its folds of flesh, the sparse, pubic hair parting as his tongue pressured into it, tantalizingly.
Both Pete and Brad could feel the deep shock of it in her. The sparking are was grounded in her sensitive loins, the surge of it causing her to writhe her buttocks down and away from the erotic, super-charged sensations. In an instant, unconsciously, uncontrollably, her now fully aroused cunt moved, undulantly, up to Matt's plundering mouth.
"Oh… OOoohh… OOOooohhh!" she moaned into Pete's mouth.
Exquisite sensations multiplied themselves in her, and she could do nothing to stop them. The alcohol she had absorbed had not deadened the nerve ends of her body to them; if anything, she was more alive to their manipulations. She savored Pete's tongue in her mouth and his hand that roamed over her body, returning always to a breast, fondling and caressing it, the taut, smooth roundness of it satiny in his hand, the nipple spoked out pertly into his palm.
At the other breast, Brad still nibbled and sucked, unceasingly, at that nipple, his hand, too, smoothing down across her flat belly to caress the lesser mound just above Matt's licking, sucking mouth.
… And, now, Matt took the throbbing, erectile clitoris into his teeth, holding it, lightly, while his tongue danced in a circle directly on the tiny head of her throbbingly alive female bud.
The sensations generated in her aroused body was almost more than she could stand. Her naked, exposed genitals rose up to the tantalizing mouth, and she groped with both hands down to the center of her sexual being, searching for and finding Matt's head. She took hold of his hair and pulled his face tight up to her needful, sensation-filled cunt.
"Oh, Godddd!" she breathed into Pete's mouth.
"Okay, Matt! That's enough of that fancy stuff! It's time to do some plain ole fucking!" It was Jeff's voice.
Suddenly, Matt's mouth was jerked away from her seething loins. She looked down to see that Jeff had pulled him roughly away, and he now knelt between her widespread thighs, his hand grasping his huge, lust-inflated cock. She watched mesmerized as he drew the foreskin back to reveal the knob of its head, satiny smooth and fiery red, ready for action. She could see the clear viscous tear of moisture wetting its tip.
"You ready to be fucked?"
Charity hesitated for a moment, not answering. She was not going to beg in humiliation as she had with Gabe. The memory of it searing her once more.
"I–I don't have a choice… d-do I…?" she moaned in abject acceptance.
"No! You sure as hell don't!" Jeff snapped and dropped his weight on her, his pelvis cradled between her open legs, but his upper body supported on brawny, work-hardened arms. On either side, Brad and Pete moved away, slightly, making room for Jeff as he guided his hardened cock into her with no further preliminary.
The blood-engorged cockhead entered her tender, warmly wet young pussy, and Jeff forced it all the way in with one forceful lunge, using all of his strength to shove his huge, tumescent rod deep into her quivering belly. The defensively lubricated sheath of her cuntal passage was clenched, the massive head pushing waves of her tight, vaginal walls ahead of it. It felt to her like a great, unpeeled log being shoved into her without mercy.
She screamed aloud with the sudden stretching pain. Every ridge of his hardened cock was evident to her, as he slammed into her, his pubic bone crashing into hers and his balls slapped up tight and hard into her naked, upturned buttocks.
"OOOoooOOOOoooooOO! Th-That hurts!" Tears welled into her eyes.
"Shut up, bitch!" Jeff growled. "Another yell like that… and I'll knock your head off!"
Then, like an insane, unthinking automaton, he began to fuck in and out of her, completely oblivious of her groans of pain. He pulled almost all the way out, only to plunge back in, again, with punishing force. Faster and deeper he drove it into her, interested only in achieving his own satisfaction. She began to lubricate more after a few moments, and it became more bearable; however, there was nothing she could do. She couldn't move with him or against him. All she could do was lie there, on her back, and accept his buffeting cock into her young and tender cuntal passage that protested, painfully with each slamming stroke.