She couldn't believe that he could suggest that she give her body for money, but he was capable of anything and she knew it. It would be a way to pay him off, but what guarantee did she have that he would give her the pictures.
"Come on, Wiles," the other man urged. "Let's get on with it!"
"Be patient," Tony Wiles told him, "there's plenty of time before her boyfriend gets home, and he may find our little plan very interesting. I don't think we should exclude him."
"What do you mean?" she gasped. "What plan?"
"You'll see," he answered her matter-of-factly, but not giving her any clue as to what was to happen.
She took long gulps of her drink, finishing within just a few minutes.
The liquor didn't calm her nerves, but she couldn't just sit there and wait like a calf for the slaughter, she had to know what was going to happen, it was driving her crazy.
She got up to make herself another drink, but this time the photographer grabbed her, pinching her breast as she passed him and grabbing her blouse by the collar. She struggled to pull away from him, but as she pulled, he yanked and the buttons of her blouse scattered over the floor and her smooth white skin, and the luscious mounds of her breasts were revealed in their almost nakedness.
"My, you are anxious," Wiles chided.
She tried to hide her breasts by folding her arms over her chest, then ran toward the bedroom to change her clothes, but Wiles blocked her way.
"No sense in changing your clothes, you may ruin others if you do, my dear."
"Ooohh…" she nearly screamed, but afraid that the other man would slap her again if she did. "You can't do this, Duncan will be home in an hour or so."
"We know," he continued, "and that's exactly why we planned it this way."
He reached out and cupped one of her breasts in his hand, pulling it free from her brassiere and pinched the nipple harshly until it stood up in in-voluntary erection.
"Ow!" she cried, and clawed at his menacing hand, running her nails sharply into the back of his hand and wrist.
"You bitch," he spat, "you'll pay for that," he told her, putting his hand to his mouth to stop the bleeding where her fingernails had dug deeply.
The photographer had positioned himself behind her and reached out, holding her tightly.
"Take her into the bedroom," Wiles ordered him, and he dragged the kicking girl by the waist and threw her on the bed, pinning her with his body. Wiles went to his coat and got some heavy wrapping twine, about the strength of clothesline, and went into the bedroom.
"Grab her wrists," he commanded his friend, "Let's show her who's in command here!"
The two men stretched out her wrists and tied them quickly and securely to the bedposts at the top of the bed. She kicked furiously, flailing her legs in every direction so that it was difficult for them to get near her, but Wiles reached out and grabbed one of her legs roughly and held it tightly.
"You'd better calm down or we'll have to cut your clothes off rather than take them off, so you have your choice."
He held her legs, grasping her ankles so firmly that she thought her circulation would stop, while the other man fumbled with the button and zipper over one foot, then the other. She lay clad only in her black brassiere and brief bikini panties and stockings. The man leered down at her helpless position and laughed cruelly.
"What should I take next?" the photographer asked lecherously.
"Take the panties so we can get her ankles secured, I don't want to have them hiding anything from us."
The other man laughed and hooked his fingers inside the tight elastic of her panties and slowly eased his fingers inside them. His hands were hot and sweaty against her skin and she squirmed as he touched the delta of her loins.
"What a sweet, soft pussy," he murmured, then cruelly jammed one finger inside her dry, unwanting channel. "And tight too!"
"Take it easy," Wiles laughed, "We don't want to get her all excited now, do we?"
The other man withdrew his fingers and yanked at the thin panties pulling them quickly off and throwing them in the pile of her blouse and skirt "Help me turn her," Wiles asked the man. "I want her hips sideways. I have something special in mind for the little lady this afternoon.
Something that I know Duncan would enjoy seeing!"
Gillian was squirming and bucking helplessly on the bed, trying to muster all her strength to fight the two men off, but she knew that it was hopeless, she was no match for their maniacal strength and sadism.
Wiles pulled harshly at her calves and ankles and the other man grabbed her hips, turning her on her side so that her hands were tied straight above her head, but her hips were turned so that her right ankle was being tied to the left bed post and her left leg was pulled behind her and tied to the right post.
She felt as thought she was being split in two and her arms and legs ached from the awkward position. When she was securely fastened Wiles yanked at her brassiere and ripped it from her body. His mouth immediately covered her breasts and sucked noisily on her nipples.
"Let me," the other man pleaded. "Let me do something!"
He was unbuttoning his trousers and reaching for his rigid, throbbing organ until it sprung free from its confinement.
"I want her to suck it for me!"
Gillian gritted her teeth, there was no way they could make her take that perverted little man in her mouth. His stubby organ was about the size of a boy's and she could hardly keep from laughing.
He knelt beside her on the bed, forcing Wiles to move down further and direct his attentions elsewhere, while he aimed his short, fat prick at her tightly closed lips.
"Open up," he commanded her. "Open your mouth."
She rolled her head from side to side, but she kept her teeth tightly clenched, refusing his order. He grabbed her face in his hands and pushed his finger harshly in between her lips and pulled them cruelly.
When she gasped in pain from his horrid stretching, he leaned forward and shoved his boyish stub between her teeth.
"Suck it nice, you bitch," he shouted. "Suck it nice or you'll pay!"
Her lips closed around his small, fat cock and sucked slowly on the swollen head. She could feel the weight of his testicles throbbing against her chin and she thought that she would suffocate as he nearly sat on her throat in an effort to keep himself inside her. His prick didn't seem to get any longer even with her mouthing, it just wiggled around the tip of her tongue and she couldn't bring it any further into her throat if she had wanted to.
In the meantime, Mr. Wiles had busied himself exploring and fingering the intimate channel of her vagina. He prodded gently at first, separating her vaginal lips and peering into what lay between them.
"What a small pussy," he groaned. "It's so nice, so nice…" then he let his finger push roughly into the open gash before his eyes.
"Mmmmm… aaagggghhh…" she gasped as the thickness of his fat finger pushed into her and wiggled maliciously, torturing her. When she gasped, the other man's prick slipped from between her lips and he grabbed her head again.
"Suck me again, harder… harder," he threatened her. "Make me cum, you bitch!"
The thought of his stubby cock cumming inside her mouth made her feel nauseous and she wished that Duncan would get home and rescue her from these two horrible men, but she knew that it would' at least be another hour before his key would turn in the lock. But, in another way, she wished that he wouldn't come home, she didn't want him to see her like this, not again!
Wiles was nibbling harshly on the soft, supple flesh of her inner thighs, working his way toward the juncture of her loins. His tongue slavered over her smooth, white skin and she shuddered as he neared his goal. Because of the way she was tied, it would be difficult for him to position his face at the V of her loins, but his tongue was teasing her, making her react involuntarily to his lewd caress. Her thighs were trembling as he worked his finger furiously inside her and his mouth sucked and nibbled so close to her vaginal opening.