"Remember, Psycho," Tony said to his fellow biker, "no funny stuff."
Psycho? Why do they call him Psycho, Debby wondered. Her eyes jerked open, and she turned to look at the man.
"No funny stuff," the man said, his eyes on Debby. "Just lots and lots of fun."
He already had his rigid cock in his hands, padding toward the mattress where Debby lay.
CHAPTER FIVE
Debby felt her throat constrict with revulsion as she watched the man called Psycho undress. He was dirty and greasy, his jet-black hair matted about his angular face. His eyes were ferret-like, and she could almost feel his gaze as he looked hungrily at her naked body. At one time muscular, he was now a blubbery mass of flesh. Tattoos – poorly done and faded – covered his arms. "Oh – please let me go," Debby begged, almost gagging as he tore out of the rest of his clothes and scrambled between her legs. "Please. God, I'll do anything, just…"
Her words became an agonized groan when he tugged roughly at the ropes about her legs. She was then jerked to a sitting position, and Psycho draped his meaty arms about her shoulders.
"Hey, baby, you still got some pussy for me, or did Tony fuck it all out?"
Debby tried fighting him off by tearing at his shoulders with her nails, but it seemed only to inflame Psycho with greater lust. His long, wet tongue was dipping in and out of her mouth like an evil snake.
She was crushed beneath his hulking weight and she felt his enormous cock jab into her cunt hairs. Psycho lifted his ass quickly, squirmed around and found her fuckhole with his cockhead. With one hard drive, he shoved the full length of his prickshaft inside her pussy.
"Unhhhhhh… tight and hot," he gasped into her throat. "Now fuck me, whore!"
Debby felt her body jerk with pain, as if a hot poker were between her thighs. She tried pulling back, but each move only molded her constricted pussy walls more firmly about his throbbing cock.
And his cock!
Christ, it felt like a baseball bat up her cunt. Almost as big around as it was long, his prick seemed to be piercing right between her tits.
"Take my prick, slut," Psycho said, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of her tits. "Shit! Take Psycho's big cock and lick on it with your pussy."
His words were mere vibrations in Debby's throat. And with a sense of growing terror, she realized he would probably fuck her senseless with his horrible cock. She wondered how it was possible to feel so humiliated so degraded.
"Come on, bitch, don't just lay there like a sack of potatoes," Psycho said, lifting his head slightly and giving her a dark look. "I like my women to fuck, and fuck hard, or I'm not nice to them."
Debby began squirming her ass, then lifted her hips slowly up and down. Each move was painful, filled her with more and more loathing.
"That ain't good enough," Psycho said, sitting back on his haunches. "You get on top and do all the work."
This had to be the limit, she thought, the very limit. To crawl over his horrible body and fuck him. "Hang on a second," Psycho said, standing. He walked over to the corner of the room and bent down.
Debby's eyes widened with new horror, but when she saw him only get a can of beer, she was relieved.
"Now I'm just gonna lay here and drink my booze and smoke a cigarette," Psycho said, joining her on the mattress. He lay back and spread his legs slightly. "Hop on, bitch. Fuck on my cock. I want you to ride my cock like a horse."
It was all she could do to keep from vomiting right on his face. Instead, she swallowed hard and straddled his fat midsection. Then closing her eyes, she grasped his cock with both hands and inched it toward her tightly constricted cunt opening. Slowly, his prick entered her, slipping into her soft cunt tunnel.
"Shit, that's fine," Psycho said, guzzling down some beer. Some of the amber fluid oozed across his cheeks and plopped to the mattress, making gritty, foamy pools. "Fuck me real good and you can suck me."
Debby sat down firmly on his cock, then grunted in this position, it was even worse. And the idea of having to fuck him while he watched her with those penetrating eyes filled her with a raging hatred for all men.
"Faster, whore," Psycho said, taking another big swig of beer. "Run that little cunt up and down. Yeah, that's it, slut. Up to your fucking brains."
"It hurts," Debby gasped, although she was moving faster, afraid not to obey.
"Then I'll slick it up a little," Psycho said. He lifted his hand and splashed some beer onto their crotches. Then, after watching the foaming liquid seep into their meshed hairs, he dumped the rest of the booze on her tits. "Beer fuck!" He lunged forward and buried his face between her tits.
The feel of the beer, his mouth, and the burning of his cock made Debby scream with agony. It was the worst feeling she could imagine. She threw her head to one side and began crying.
"Fuck me, fuck me," Psycho ordered, hammering his ass up and down. "Mmmmmmm, gonna really lick these tits good, whore, and lick you to a million pieces."
For what seemed an eternity, Debby worked her ass up and down, sucking his rigid prick deeply inside her cunt. And for some reason, she began to loosen up a little. Perhaps it was the way he was gobbling down on her tits, she didn't know. The pain slowly ebbed. Psycho noticed also.
"That's the way," the man said.
"Nothing better than hot juicy pussy."
"Am-am I doing OK?" Debby spluttered, now feeling a slight tingle of pleasure inside her cunt. "Fast enough for you?"
"Pretty good," Psycho murmured, nibbling at her taut, rubbery nipples. "And you just tell me when you're ready to pop your nuts."
The very idea of climaxing with this scum – this animal – filled Debby with total disgust. Who the hell did he think he was, anyway? She bared her nails and tore them into the muscles of his shoulders.
"Ohhhhhhh yeah – like that," Psycho said, flinching with ecstasy.
Defeated in her efforts to convince him that she was not into this sickening fuck, Debby dropped her hands to her sides. She would just have to go with it, wait for him to splatter his cum inside her cunt and maybe get the hell out.
She fucked up and down his prick a little faster, hoping it would be over soon. His cock slid noisily in and out of her pussy, completely filling her insides.
"Be sure and tell me when you're ready," Psycho said again. "Do that, OK?"
Debby was about to cry out that she would rather die than have an orgasm – assuming she could, of course – when her insides suddenly jerked with life. The tingles of ecstasy seemed like some crawling insect on her cunt walls. She shook her head, afraid even to admit what was about to happen, "Ohhhhhhh fuck! Fuck me!" she gasped, squirming around again clawing at his shoulders. "Yes. Stick that big, dirt cock in my pussy and fuck me full of cum."
"Tell me – tell me when you're ready," Psycho said again.
Debby had no idea why he wanted to know, but if that's what got his rocks off, she didn't care. Hell, nothing mattered now. Just that delicious surge of pleasure inside her boiling cunt.
"Almost – just a few seconds," she panted, her orgasm swelling at the back of her pussy. "God, this is good… I-I love your sweet cock, you motherfucker."
When she was sure her pussy would explode, she gave a loud grunt, then froze. It was almost there – just a few seconds away. And even through her disgust and horror, she knew it would be one of the best.
"Now?" Psycho said, jerking his face away from her tits.
"Yes! God, yes, now," Debby panted. Two more cock strokes, perhaps three, and her guts would flood with burning satisfaction. "Ohhhh!"
She was suddenly thrown backward and her cunt was horribly empty. Psycho had jerked his cock from her belly and held her legs apart, slowly letting her climax evaporate.
"You-you bastard!" Debby screamed, realizing now why they called him Psycho. She felt tortured, used, humiliated. "Why? Why'd you stop?" Her eyes were wild, locked on his throbbing cock.