Frantically she buffeted her wetly steaming loins up against his flaccid tube, tears of angry frustration running down her lust-contorted face. She screamed in anguish as he rolled from her nakedly buffeting body, breathing heavily in satiation… he had gotten more than his money's worth. He smiled happily and a bit sheepishly at the spectators who were moving restlessly; their whispers sounded like the first-zephyrs of an approaching storm.
The fire burned on in Sarah, even as the man left the roped area. Impatiently, she waited for the next customer, grinding her buttocks into the mattress in anticipation.
Oh God, she sobbed, the hunger coursing through her like a narcotic. I'm going crazy, crazy. Send me someone! Send me someone!
Henry's head suddenly appeared at the door; a grin of satisfaction was on his lips as he saw Sarah's drugged body frantically writhing out of control on the bed. Henry had many clients waiting, and the potion would last for hours. The girl was beyond objecting to anything now. In fact, he thought happily, she would welcome it.
Sarah's eyes were glazed in an all-encompassing desire. Her earlier prayers for blessed unconsciousness had faded, now she wanted only to feel the deliciousness of a man fucking wildly into her. She wanted her belly filled with great warm pools of cum and feel it sloshing around wetly inside her.
Hurry, Henry, hurry, her mind droned drunkenly, bring me one. Bring me a man or I'll die!
She did not have long to wait. An old man on crutches hobbled in, his eyes shining in lust. He had only one leg and his clothes were filthy and stained. They looked as though they had not left his body in months. Sarah's passion was beyond caring now, he was a man! A man with a nice hard cock that could slice into her fearfully burning pussy. That was all that mattered.
Hurry, you bastard, hurry, raced through her mind desperately. She opened her legs wide, pointed the dripping hair-lined slit of her cunt directly at the lewdly grinning cripple, grinding her femaledom up with her tightly clenched ass in an equally lewd invitation to spur him to speed.
He lost no time in tearing his ragged clothes from his unwashed body. He hadn't believed the news in the town street, nor the price… three dollars! All that would buy in the whorehouse of Dawson Creek was a fat old hag who had been used up years before and who would lie drunkenly under you thinking of the booze she could buy with the money from this trick. But this was different! She was young, and her flesh was firm. It had been many long years since he had fucked anything even approaching this. Nowadays he could not afford the young ones in the houses and even if he could they would turn him down because of his nauseating appearance. He could not believe his luck with this one; Christ, she was begging him for it with her obscene gestures and loud groans. He would use his ten minutes well with this crazy-to-be-fucked little bitch.
He hobbled to the bed and without ceremony, threw the stump of his missing leg over Sarah's nakedly squirming young body. He straddled her stomach awkwardly. The soft whiteness of tautened belly brushed tantalizingly against the wrinkled sack of his heavily dangling balls causing his ancient penis to jerk in anticipation. He moved forward along her nakedly writhing torso and laid his still semi-soft penis in the warm fleshy valley between her ripely quivering breasts. He cupped a hand on either side of the feverishly straining mounds and pushed them together, trapping his long, awakening cock between them. He had always wanted to do this but none of the Dawson Creek whores would ever let him. Now with this young bitch's hands tied over her head, she could not object. Besides, Hawkins said anything went as long as he didn't hurt her physically.
Sarah, beneath him, could feel the bones of his thin buttocks pressing painfully into her ribs as he rocked forward. He had straddled her so suddenly that she had been taken completely unaware. She needed him in her – but not like this. She tried desperately to wriggle up the mattress under him but he rode with her firm young body.
"No, no, please not that way, not that way," she cried in frustration as she looked down her nose and watched the red bulbous cock-head sliding back and forth between her tightly held breasts. She could feel it begin to heatedly throb against the sensitive tissue of her skin, sending further sheets of hot licking flame racing down to the quivering slit of her palpitating cunt.
"Oh God no! Fuck me, please! Please!" she begged as he began a rocking motion, sliding his blue veined cock faster and faster between her warmly straining breasts. Spit dripped from his sun-cracked lips, falling onto the narrow fleshy valley and lubricating the passage for the hotly pulsating penis as it fucked the soft warmness between her breasts.
The cripple continued his desperate thrusting – faster – faster – his breath coming in quick labored gasps, until before her horror-stricken eyes, the man groaned loudly and stiffened; his long-stored cum began spurting in sticky hot streams over her naked breasts, spewing its vile warmth up against her chin and face. It ran down her shoulders and throat in wet white rivulets, soaking the mattress beneath.
"Get in me, get in me! Now! Now!" she raved, her head thrashing from side to side in bitter defeat. "Why didn't you? Why didn't you?" she shouted up at him through hate-filled eyes, her arms straining at the binding cords like a mad woman. She cursed his impotency with all the foul words that came to her lust deranged mind.
"Send me a man! Henry, you son of a bitch! Send me a man!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. Her wildly pulsating cunt was a steaming cauldron now that twitched like a nerve out of control. Her body was going to explode into a million fiery particles if someone didn't stuff a cock into her soon – she sobbed hysterically, crying out for deliverance.
The cripple dressed and hobbled hurriedly from the van, fearful that this lunatic might break loose from her bonds and do him bodily harm. He ignored the jeering catcalls of the other spectators – he had gotten what he wanted.
As Sarah watched him disappear through the doors, she suddenly gasped and held her breath, for his bent-over form was replaced by the shadow of the biggest man she had ever seen. He stooped as he entered to keep from hitting his head against the frame.
He was jet black! Her pleading froze in her throat. Desire, suddenly replaced by fear, withered in her body. He would kill her!
"I've brought you a man, honey," Henry's voice cooed from behind the giant black. "I've given him a discount to let some of the others watch. You must perform well," he chortled happily. "They are paying a lot for a good exhibition, and we can't disappoint them, can we!"
"Ohh, please, no," Sarah whimpered, a battle raging between her mental revulsion, and the drug-fed fire of lust raging inside her crazed young body. "I can't, I can't… he's too big. He'll kill me! Not with him, please!"
Without speaking, Hawkins gave her a cold-steel stare that would have curdled fresh milk. His glance was more fearful than what the black man would do to her; she knew she was beaten again – she would have to do whatever he wished of her.
She was dimly aware, through drug glazed eyes, of the leering faces crowded into the small room. Would they ever stop coming? They were lining the walls and hanging over the rail closest to her, packing the small chamber until the air became hot and almost unbearable from their sweating, grimy unwashed bodies. There seemed to be horribly grotesque faces peering down at her. Some toothless and unshaven, some marred by accident or design, but all wide-eyed and eager for the cruel ravishment of the quivering young blonde before them to begin.
When the room was jammed with straining men, Hawkins motioned for Al to lock the door, cutting off the last entrance for fresh cool air. The odor was heavy and pressed down on Sarah like an invisible musty cape. She struggled for breath, her lungs sucking in great gasps, fighting to maintain consciousness.