"Suck it up, bitch," he snapped.
His hands went to her hair and again and, with the last of her come rolling through her, Lena sobbed and let him force her to suck up all the cum that was running down his throbbing cockshaft.
Sonny still yelled and fucked her ass, ramming her body into the bending tree as he let the force of his orgasm carry him away. His cock shot like crazy as he moaned and leaned forward over Lena's bound body, forcing the tree even farther down and her mouth deeper onto Jerry's oozing prick. The last of the cum shot into Lena's body and the three of them hung there, exhausted.
Slowly Sonny pulled his cock from Lena's slippery ass and it slipped out with a distinct sound that made Lena's shame rise to new heights. Jerry's softening cockmeat fell from her mouth and she gave an enormous sob of shame.
CHAPTER FOUR
They untied the weeping, terrified girl and threw her in the back of the van. Lena fell onto the dirty floor and collapsed, sobbing her heart out. Sonny got behind the wheel and they set off back down the rutted forest road to the highway. He drove for another half hour or so and then Lena felt the van make a slow turn and heard gravel crunch under the wheels.
It was still a long time before the van stopped. Finally Jerry threw the back doors open and bundled Lena out. Sonny grabbed her other arm and she just got a quick glimpse of a forbidding three-story brick building before she was carried up a flight of stone steps and through a pair of large doors.
Inside, Lena was dragged across a hall and up another flight of steps. Then there was a dark corridor and Lena hung from their arms as another door opened and she was flung onto the floor.
Gasping and trembling, she looked up. It was a large room and looked like a study. The floor was deeply carpeted and there was a large desk in front of her.
"Get up!" a voice snapped.
Trying to pull her torn dress round her exposed body, Lena struggled to her feet.
On the other side of the desk sat a tall, sinister looking man who stared at her and ran a pen between his fingers, pushing it on the desk top and twirling it, repeating the action constantly, slowly. Beside him stood a woman, her dark hair falling below her shoulders. She had a sharp, hard, but beautiful face with full, sensual lips. Both the man and the woman wore tight outfits of black leather. The man's shirt was open low on his chest, showing his hairy, muscular body. The woman's top was cut lower over a pair of small, thrusting tits. At her waist was a wide, tight belt, and below that a pair of hot pants. Her long, shapely legs were outlined in a pair of skin-hugging boots, Lena saw as she walked slowly round the table.
"Well," she drawled, running her hand across Lena's trembling body. "Nice piece of ass." She pulled the top of Lena's torn dress aside and Lena choked and tried to pull it back.
Instantly the woman slapped her hard across the cheek, getting a stifled sob from the girl as her head spun to one side. Lena let go of her dress and, to her utter horror, she felt the woman's hands on her tits.
"Needs some training though," said the woman. "I'm Zenor and this is Mr. Markson. 'Sir' to you. You will do everything we say from now on or you will find your stay here very painful indeed. Now what is my name?"
"Zenor," said the trembling Lena.
"And what is his name?"
"Mr. – Sir!" said Lena hurriedly as she saw Zenor's hand sweep upwards.
"That's better," said Zenor as she walked slowly around Lena, looking her up and down as she went. "Lift your skirt."
Lena hurried to obey, her trembling hands reaching for the ripped hem and lifting it.
"Higher," said Zenor impatiently, and Lena lifted the dress until it was around her waist and her ass and pussy were exposed for everyone in the room to see. "Turn around. Look at that, Rod! That's one whipped ass for you."
The man behind the desk laughed softly and Lena sobbed as he looked at her beaten ass.
"Bend over," he said.
Lena slowly bent at the waist, lowering her upper body. She didn't dare let go of her dress and she held that position, her hand bunched at her waist, holding the remains of her clothing.
"Not bad," said the man behind the desk. "Old Judgy sure knows the ones to send, eh, Sonny?"
"Yeah," said Sonny. "And he particularly wants a go at this one when she's trained."
The man laughed again, the sound making Lena tremble again. "Maybe," he said, "maybe." Then he also got to his feet. "Stand up."
As he came round the desk to her, he looked even taller and more well-muscled than Lena had thought at first. His face was set and fierce, the face of a man who got what he wanted, exactly when he wanted it. He looked at Lena and slid the top of her dress away from her tits, playing with the nipples thoughtfully.
"Okay," he said, "I think we can make something decent out of this." He went back to the desk and took a set of keys. "Here Sonny, you guys go get yourselves something to eat and then you can have any of the girls in C block. They nearly rioted last night and they need someone to calm them down."
Sonny grinned as he took the keys and he and Jerry went out. It was almost a relief to Lena to have her two violators out of her sight. She then watched as Rod went to the desk and pressed the intercom.
"Send Nancy and Fiona in," he said.
Lena stood on the soft carpet, her body trembling uncontrollably as Rod and Zenor looked at her casually and said nothing. Less than a minute later there was a soft knock on the door.
"Come," said Rod.
Two girls came in rather uncertainly. They were both dressed in tight, blue uniforms, the tops cut low across their tits and the skirts only just reaching to the tops of their stockings. They walked to either side of Lena, the stiletto points of their high-heels digging deep into the carpet.
"I've just promoted you two," said Rod, and the two girls giggled and simpered. "And now I'm giving you a chance to prove you can handle it. Take this one and get her ready for tonight. She'll watch, of course, but I don't want her looking and smelling like this. And don't use any heavy whips on her, she's red enough as it is."
"Yes, Sir," said the darker of the two girls instantly.
Lena was seized again and hustled out of the room. She yelled and struggled all the way through the door. Once they were in the corridor again she was slammed into the wall and held there by the two girls.
"Listen, fuck face," said the brunette, her face inches from Lena's sweating, horrified body, "don't you fuck us around, see? I don't wanna get busted back down to grade three cuz a slut, like you fucks me around. Got that?"
Lena sobbed and shook her head, tears pouring down her face again.
"And if you're wondering, you little cunt, you're grade one, so you gotta long way to go. Got that?"
Lena nodded her head again and almost collapsed onto the floor. They hurried her back along the corridor and into a large empty bathroom. The fittings were luxurious, with a shower, large massage table, a hot tub and sauna room.
Nancy and Fiona flung Lena across the tiled floor and told her to take her clothes off. Knowing there was no way out, Lena did as she was told, slipping the torn dress down to her feet and stepping out of it. The rest of her clothes had already been torn off in her rape.
"Now get in the shower," said Nancy, the darker girl.
Lena shuffled across the floor and stepped into the cubicle. Her face was a mask of shame as she stood there and waited while they turned the shower on. The stream of warm, soothing water almost relaxed the poor girl and she stood there while the two of them washed her body down, from her shoulders to her feet. Then they made her stay there while they washed her hair.