He held back the next man in line and reaching the bed, cut her bonds.
"Turn over," he commanded.
Without hesitation, the young blonde girl rolled her battered body over in the slippery pools of cum, resting heavily on her stomach.
"Now kneel," he ordered to the half conscious girl again. He grabbed impatiently at her hips and helped her to her knees. She rested panting for a moment on all fours, her nakedly gleaming buttocks high in the air and her face pushed into the bed. Her eyes were glazed thickly from the ravishment her body was enduring.
Henry directed the waiting traffic like an experienced policeman on a busy intersection.
Sarah felt heavy hands on her hips from a nameless body suddenly kneeling behind and between her open thighs. She eagerly waved the stretched moons of her buttocks back at him, feeling the blunt end of his hot throbbing cock pressing into the now dripping slit of her crotch. With a grunt, he shoved cruelly forward, burying his impatiently pulsating manhood deep up her crevice, causing her to jump forward in surprise at the sudden lunge.
Her face ran head on into another waiting long rigid cock that rammed without warning into her wetly gaping mouth. The man was kneeling on the mattress in front of her grasping both sides of her head vice-like between his strong callused hands and holding it firm. He sawed into her face viciously, as though it were a softer – warmer – more delicious cunt. Sarah gagged as he rammed it halfway down her throat, the full length disappearing into her tightly ovalled lips almost to the hilt. His sperm-bloated balls slapped harshly against her chin, the soft fuzz covering them tickling like a light airy feather. She struggled to breath, catching small gasps of air on the out-stroke.
"Oh, God," she groaned as they buffeted her back and forth like a rag doll between them, using her nakedly helpless body as a great receptacle into which they would pump their burning sperm. She was no longer human but merely a great mass of flaccid flesh, unable to think or feel.
But then, the very helplessness of her position flickered through her mind. The mental picture of her body being fucked between two excited men simply incited her. The hunger in her belly began raging out of control again and she started undulating her buttocks in tiny circles, squeezing with her revitalized cunt muscles at the fleshy staff boring into her. She wanted to milk it dry, to fill her own belly again and again until more of the hot sticky fluid ran down her already thickly covered thighs. She wanted to wallow in it again.
She sucked voraciously at the warm thickness of the cock in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing and filling with each cruel thrust. Her tongue licked wildly at the blood-filled head, the tip probing hotly into the gland on the end. She wanted it to shoot in her mouth. She wanted to swallow it and feel it running down her throat until her stomach was as filled as her cunt. She wanted it to run through every pore in her body in great torrents of joy.
Her wish came true a moment later!
Simultaneously with the rising tide of her building orgasm, she felt the hotly ramming cock fucking into her from behind inflate and begin spewing its white hot load deep up into her tightly clasping cunt. His churning sperm ricocheted wildly around inside and dripped from her hair-covered pussy lips into the matted hair of his belly. His massively discharging balls pressed tightly against her exposed little clitoris, causing her kneeling body to jerk convulsively forward; burying the rod in her madly sucking mouth to the hilt.
It, too, exploded, flooding her throat with the delicious pungent liquid, her cheeks expanding like a balloon to keep from choking on the great heated gushes that spurted without stopping, deep into her throat. She swallowed in eager little gulps, fastening her lips like an elastic ring tightly around the thick ejaculating rod, fearful of losing even a drop of the precious fluid. Small droplets ran from the corners of her mouth as he collapsed in front of her. As he fell, his deflated penis flopped lifelessly from her still hungrily sucking mouth and thin sticky strings of cum hung like cobwebs from her lips to the deflated cock several inches away.
Sarah screwed her firm young buttocks back tightly against the still squirting cock in her cunt, and with a scream from between clenched teeth felt her own body explode in a delirious convulsion of pure sensation as she came… and came… and came. Her strength was suddenly gone, and she collapsed on the mattress as the rapidly shrinking cock slipped limply from her drenched pussy and gushes of cool air rushed refreshingly into the unplugged opening.
After that, time became meaningless and merged into a blur of strange and different penises, fucking her as they would and where they would. Sarah was beyond emotion. Her emotionally drained body still reacted with orgasms to several of the more inventive males that bent her to their will, but her strength was gone… and she followed mechanically the directions that Henry would scream at her when she lagged in her duties to the clients.
"Get those legs up! Move that ass! Suck harder!"
She was nothing now but a robot at his command and weakly moved her limbs to comply with his shouts.
Her final and absolute humiliation, her depthless pit of pits, was to come much later, after the men had had their fill of her, after their hip flasks of Canadian rye had filled their brains with hungers they would never have dreamed of sober, back with their families and friends. One of them hastily conferred with Hawkins, that much she could see for herself, and a number of them left together out the huge rear doors, opening them so that the great clouds of cigarette smoke billowed out, mixed obscenely with the pungent smells and aromas of her uncounted couplings, the sweet-sour fragrance of nakedness and jettisoned desires that soaked her bruised and battered young thighs and vagina like so many quarts of vile and untold liquid.
She could hear the commotion before she could see what was at its center – the laughing and shouting of the men, the excited sound of some animal. But by now there was no concern. Sarah didn't care what they wanted of her; she would do it without thinking now, with or without Henry's wonderful drug. For it wasn't the drug talking now… it was Sarah… the real Sarah! Sarah the whore, forevermore!
For one last degrading thrill, one final humiliation, they had given this old male burro some of Hawkins' Spanish Fly and led him, wheezing and bleating, into the van. He balked at being forced into this confined space and began to buck and kick, but the laughing crowd of drunken, sex-mad men pushed and pulled him over to where the battered young blonde girl lay immobile on the stained and torn mattress. She was too far gone to resist – nothing mattered now. They positioned the old burro over her ripe nakedness and his enormous animal cock hung nearly to the floor of the van in his sex-drugged state. It was then that Sarah, in this lowest of acts, lifted her legs voluntarily and allowed them to position the wild-eyed beast over her as two of them held her legs back tightly against her chest. She was still on the mattress, or at least part of her was, so she was raised so high that ten inches or more of the animal's wrist-sized cock slid wetly and obscenely into her ravaged and bruised cuntal sheath, closing around it like it was just another man, just another penis to empty itself in her sloshing belly.
The ragged beast began to hump madly, blinded now to the sight of the tightly-huddled men, answering only his immediate painful needs in this handiest of ways. His long dark cock skewered into her like a pole being driven into her very insides, and she moaned and writhed piteously as almost a full foot of enormously thick, frenetically-pumping animal cock was rammed repeatedly up into her belly.
With the animal's drug-heightened state, it didn't take long… and within a few minutes, there was a maddened, wheezing braying that echoed around inside the van as the mangy beast discharged a last flood tide of thick, viscous sperm that mixed lewdly with the rest already filling her to overflowing, sloshing out of her pink ragged slit and oozing onto the mattress where it added but another, if slightly larger, stain to the dozens already there. It mattered not to Sarah… embarrassment was something beyond her ability to feel now. This most degrading of acts only helped to answer her burning needs and she smiled weakly as the huge, still-throbbing organ withdrew lewdly with a long wet sucking noise from the tightly-clasping confines of her pink moist vagina. She left her legs where they were, pressed back against her chest so tightly that she was nearly doubled in half. It never really occurred to her to bring them down… after all, there might be one man left, one man left to satisfy. And that single hope was justification enough for the added discomfort.