Lana lay heaving and groaning. She was still straddling Vicki's face, but now, her head was lowered onto the girl's abdomen. In this position, she didn't see the door swing open.
"Well, well, well. Jumping the gun a little, ain't you, you sorry slut!" Bud's voice was even, a hint of a chuckle in it. Two boys stood behind him in the doorway, their eyes wide, gathering in the lewd scene before them.
Lana slowly raised her face and tits from off of Vicki, revealing the sore, lacerated state of her prisoner's tits, tied up so tightly in the rope.
At the lewd sight of the gorgeous redhead with her tit-flesh cruelly bound up, the boys groaned with excitement and desire, their cocks hardening and swelling. At that moment, any one of them was perfectly capable of busting Vicki's cherry.
CHAPTER FOUR
Even Bud was surprised at the vicious way Lana had bound up Vicki's tits, but he couldn't help being excited at the sight. His prick throbbed painfully, stretching the fabric of his tight pants.
"Get off her, Lana – now!"
Lana frowned, but immediately scrambled off the girl.
Bud, wrinkling up his nose, saw Lana's cunt juice all over the girl's face. Some of it was drying into a flaky white consistency on her forehead and hair.
"Get some water and a towel and wash that bitch off," he said.
Lana immediately left the room, attracting some attention from the other boys as they looked up and down her voluptuous body. They knew that now that Bud was interested in the red-haired chick, they could fuck Lana as much as they wanted. Up till now, it had always been strictly hands off.
"Well, well, well…" Bud said again. He walked casually up to the bed where Vicki lay trembling.
"Get away from me, you… you…"
"That's not nice, Vicki. Better not say it. That would make the second time you've insulted me, and I don't take kindly to insults – not one little bit."
He reached out and ran his hand along her smooth belly and thighs, passing lightly over her silky red cunt hair.
"Let me go, Bud. If you let me go now, I promise I won't tell anyone what happened. Don't get yourself into more trouble than you're already in." Vicki was trying to think fast, trying to scare him but not so much that he would lose his temper and strike out at her.
"Shaddup!" he grunted, slapping her hard across the belly. "Shaddup, you cunt. You laughed at me! You treated me like a piece of shit, and now it's my turn."
Vicki held back her tears and thrust her chin out defiantly. She tried to keep, from losing her cool. She knew that might be all that saved her life.
"Listen, you – Bud…" Her tone suddenly softened. "Someone will miss me. They'll trace me here."
"Not a chance." He smirked knowingly. "This is my dear sweet old grandmother's house," he said sarcastically. "And she's in Florida for another month. So we can keep you here a long, long time, and no one will find you. The place is on the outskirts of town. Ain't no one gonna pay your screaming any mind. No one."
He began to drag his fingers through her cunt muff, letting his blunt thumb strum her clit.
"Aaaaaah!" she gasped as his surprisingly gentle touch sent sparks of pleasure up her spine.
Just then, Lana came back in the room, a bowl and towel in her hands. She set about cleaning Vicki's forehead and neck as Bud continued to caress her pussy mound. The other boys looked on with leering expressions. They knew their turns would come.
"Bud, baby, this prick teaser is cherry!" Lana said as casually as she could, a strange gleam in her eye. "I felt it – I felt it with my finger!"
Bud's cock gave a wild lurch at this bit of information. "Cherry, hunh?" He laughed long and loud for a minute. "Fuckin' shit, I should've known. Her walking around in them tight sweaters and clinging skirts, lookin' real sexy, walking around with them bedroom eyes, like she liked nothin' better than a slow fuck with a guy who rates… and she really didn't know nothin' about cock. Shit, that's a good one! What a stupid little fake you are, you stupid little bitch!" He had a surprisingly cheerful smile on his face. "Well, old Bud, here, is going to end all that. I'm gonna bust your cherry for you."
"No… please! Don't do… do this thing. Don't! You can't!" Vicki began to blubber. It was all true. Even though she tried like hell to look sexy, she was scared to death of being fucked.
Lana had finished cleaning up her face. Bud looked down at her intently as he unzipped his fly and kicked off his boots. He lowered his pants, and, since he wasn't wearing underwear, his prick jutted out immediately, hard and erect.
Vicki squealed in terror. She had lost all self-control. She went livid at the sight of his huge, drooling prick, his prick head so big and rubbery and menacing-looking. Her cunt contracted with fear. She couldn't imagine having something as big as that fucked into her precious cherry pussy.
"Oh my God! Please… don't do it! Please!" She was shaking with fear, tears coursing down her face. But Bud paid no attention to her outburst. Slowly, he untied the rope strangling her tits, easing it out from under her. Vicki sighed with relief.
Nude except for his shirt, Bud climbed on the bed and reached toward her. She stiffened immediately. She could feel his hard prick touching the inside, of her thigh as he worked on the rope. The hot, throbbing cock scared her to death.
She knew he would fuck her now, that it was all inevitable. But then, she kept feeling that somehow it would all turn out to be a bad dream, that it wasn't really happening. Things like this didn't happen to beautiful young prom queens who were destined for great things.
Bud threw the rope aside and began to knead her poor tortured tits. They were sore and swollen, red rope burns cuss-crossing them. Bud massaged them thoroughly, bringing back the circulation, teasing blood into the stiffening nipples.
For a moment, Vicki almost felt comfortable, soothed. But as soon as Bud saw a faintly dreamy look cross her face, he lifted his hands, lowered his head, and took a brutally deep bite into her left tit.
"Aaaaaaaaah!" she shrieked as the intense pain ripped through her jagged nerves. "Aaaaaaaah!" She writhed in agony, her ankles chafing against the manacles, the thin skin of her wrists becoming torn with her wild movements.
"Shaddup!" Bud growled. He lunged onto her other tit, sinking his teeth right into the nipple.
"Ooooooow! Aaaaaaaagh!" she screeched. The intense pain distorted her perceptions. The room seemed to be spinning around, and her head felt suddenly cold and empty. She thought she might faint.
Bud was slobbering all over her tits now, his licking and sucking punctuated periodically with cruel bites into her tender flesh.
Vicki was writhing with the sharp pains he was inflicting on her delicate flesh. The numbness left by the ropes had quickly subsided when he had kneaded her flesh, and now every nerve in her sensitive tits was receptive to the agonizing sensations he was causing to sear through her.
"Uuuuuunh, unh, unh," she groaned, squirming under his sharp teeth, pulling frantically against the chains that held her prisoner under him.
He raised his head, smiling down at her as he noted how her face contorted with pain. "Paying you back, you filthy little cock teaser, you stupid uptight bitch."
He slapped her soundly across the face, leaving a large handprint on her pale cheek. Then he began to kiss, bite, and lick farther and farther down her body, leaving small purple bruises on her abdomen and belly and on her delicately curved thighs.
She thrashed and moaned, edging closer and closer to absolute terror. "Please… ungh, oooow! Please, stop!" she begged. But she knew it was futile. It was almost as if he knew exactly how to inflict the most pain. If he had just kept biting and gouging her continually, she might have grown numb, might even have fainted.