Diane whimpered. Her whole body began to shake uncontrollably. The tremendous feelings in her tits seemed to connect with the dangerous feelings in her cunt. It felt to her like lightning streaking from her tits to her pussy and back up again. The electric thrills devastated her and rendered her more helpless than before. Even her wrists stopped struggling against the leather bonds. She felt whipped.
Yet there was no relaxation for her, even though her tongue-teased body felt weak and beaten. Every fiber of her being seemed to be finely tuned to a high pitch of erotic pleasure. It was new to her – new, and mind-boggling, and irresistible. What could she do against it when her own body was writhing and twisting as if it liked what was happening?
Hank registered most of the girl's helpless responses and winked at his buddies who continued to lave her luscious tits with their relentless tongues. Hank waited for the psychological moment, then eased his soaked finger up into Diane's quivery cunt-hole. Her pussy-walls stretched, yet caressed, his invading finger. With his thumb-tip, he massaged her little pink clit and coaxed it into a quivery erection.
Diane shuddered and whimpered as the small electric shocks of sensual delight stabbed deep in her belly, where her burgeoning fuck urge lay hidden.
"Ohhhh," she groaned. Her eyes rolled in her head. Her pulsating pussy-mouth sucked on Hank's drilling finger.
She didn't want it to happen, but her pussy started humping and squirming on the ravishing finger. Her tits started rising hard and pushing into the mouths of Lenny and Ralph. If she could see herself, she would have seen a luscious teenaged girl driven to the very brink of orgasm by three wild men.
Each of the men paused from time to time to admire the girl. She looked so juicy and pretty tied as she was, with her arms stretched above her head and her curvy body squirming beneath the men's mouths. It was a sight to remember in future fuckless days and nights!
These men were usually womanless, so to have a cute chick like Diane their sole prisoner of sex was pure delight. Each, in his own way, planned to get the most out of the girl. After all, what was a girl for?
One last sane thought about what was happening to her in the barn caused Diane to cringe with humiliation at the obscene, evil acts she was being subjected to without her permission or desire. Then, even that mental protest was washed away by an overwhelming flash of heat that coursed from her tits to her fingerfucked cunt.
The hot mouths and the cunt-raping finger left her body. Diane whimpered and forced her eyes open. The three men were standing, grinning, waiting for her.
Her gaze dropped, and she stared at the size of Hank's big, swollen, wet cock. She gasped. She looked over at Lenny's enormous cock, then back to where Ralph's gigantic prick throbbed wetly near her naked hip.
Panic gripped her tensed belly, and her cunt got wetter. Oh, dear God, she thought feverishly. Their cocks are so big! Enormous!
"Wh-what are you going to do?" she asked in a terrified voice.
The men laughed as they looked up and down her beautiful body. Diane needed no better answer than that. They were obviously horny out of their minds for her virginal flesh. They were raunchy, evil, twisted, lustful men – more animals than men!
"What do you think we're gonna do?" Ralph taunted.
"I don't know!" she screeched. "Sure you do," Lenny chuckled. Hank grinned at her and peered lewdly into her wide blue eyes. "We're gonna fuck you, kitten," he said boldly.
"Oh, no!" Diane cried. "You can't! Please! I-I never… ohhh, please, don't do this to me… why me? Don't, don't! I'll-I'll…"
"You'll what?" Lenny teased.
Diane blurted it out. "I'll jerk your pricks!"
The three men reared back in laughter. "Not with your hands tied, you won't," Hank chuckled gleefully.
"Besides," Lenny taunted, "we have lots of other things in store for a pretty little cunt like you."
"We don't need your hands, honey," Ralph put in, staring hotly at her sweet pussy.
The men accosted her then, taunting and teasing her vibrating body. Ralph caressed her ass-cheeks and whispered, "You ever been fucked in the asshole, baby?"
Hank rubbed her sensitive pussy and clit and grinned at her. "How would you like my stiff cock up your cunt?"
Lenny caressed her aching tits and said, "I'd like to fuck you between these lovely tits. You ever felt anything like that? Imagine my stiff prick running in and out and pumping cum all over you."
Diane wanted to scream. She wanted to shriek and kick and struggle. But she was so overwhelmed by their raunchiness and powerful lust that all she could do was whimper helplessly before them and shed tears of dread.
"You're terrible," she sobbed, quivering all over. "I hate you. Bastards. You're rotten bastards. You can't do this to a girl! It isn't right! It isn't fair!"
As if she'd never uttered a word, the men discussed a pressing problem. Standing back from Diane's scrumptious body, they examined the situation.
"We can't all get at her if she's tied up there," Ralph offered.
"Hmmm, you're right," Hank agreed, eyeing Diane's wrists, tied above her head.
"I think we should tie her somewhere else," Ralph suggested. "Somewhere where we can all feast on her luscious body."
"You pigs!" Diane screamed at them.
Hank peered into the cow stall, his prick jerking in mid-air like a piece of wet iron. "I have an idea," he said. "Cut her down."
CHAPTER FIVE
Diane screamed at first as one man cut her wrists free and another gripped her naked, slim waist. As she was lowered, she began to sob, then plead and beg. She wept, she cursed, she sniffed, she whimpered.
"A fiery little thing," Hank observed, watching her with growing lust.
"Her tits jiggle when she's upset," Lenny said with a lewd grin. His gaze fastened on her perfect tit-globes with their cute pink nipples, and his big prick throbbed wetly.
"Take her in there," Hank said, nodding toward the empty stall. A cow mooed, and the heavy sound mixed with Diane's sudden moan of protest as Lenny and Ralph dragged her into the space.
"Don't! Don't!" she cried, trying to resist. But it was no use. She was no match for two big, horny males, and they pulled her kicking and screaming into the hay-lined stall.
"What are you doing?" Diane shrieked, pulling back every inch of the way.
This was nice for Hank. He stood back and enjoyed the girl's display. Her tits jiggled some more. She crouched and tugged at the men's hands, which were gripping her wrists. Hank grinned, eyeing the way her naked little ass wiggled and twitched as she bent over and tried to pull back.
Lenny and Ralph laughed and dragged her feet over the hay and yanked her writhing body into the stall. Ralph looked to Hank for further instructions.
"Stick her head in there," Hank said.
He pointed to the yoke used to hold the head of a cow so it could be milked. When Lenny asked what the wooden contraption was, Hank explained, then with a chuckle, he added, "We're gonna milk her, ain't we?"
The three men laughed uproariously at that little joke while Diane sobbed and whimpered helplessly among them. Lenny and Ralph forced her down and stuck her pretty head into the apparatus. Hank stepped forward and lowered the over piece down and clamped the crying girl's head into the device. She was practically on all fours, forced into the shameful position by the yoke around her neck.
If she thought she had been humiliated by being strung up on a post, that was nothing compared to what she felt now. She couldn't see the men now that her head was stuck into the contraption. But she was profoundly aware of their presence behind her. It was torture to know that the three of them could freely stand there and look at her naked, trapped body all they wanted to. She had never felt so vulnerable in her life.