Her head was beginning to swim from the fire in her ass and cunt. She could feel her sphincter spread wide each time the cock in her asshole hit the base and hair tickled her rectum. Two deliciously different sensations were careening through her body at the same time.
Betty had forgotten about Bud, who was tied up and forced to watch this awful scene. She was ashamed of herself for beginning to enjoy the "torture" that the criminals were trying to put her through, and ashamed for abandoning the trust Bud had in her by enjoying it. She didn't know what to do to help ease Bud's mind, but she knew that she couldn't do anything else but feel the awesome pleasure of what was happening to her asshole and cunt.
"Pick up a little speed," Joey said.
"Ya… Ya…" replied Willy, straining between strokes.
Betty could feel her pulse begin to race as their pumping increased in velocity, digging deeper and deeper into her as they went. Her cunt began to twitch wildly, pulling and holding Willy's cock like a powerful vacuum. Her asshole began to wink like a small fist of pleasure, squeezing Joey's cock to new fullness and rigidity. The two men lost control of their rhythm and began pumping wildly and without restraint. Betty felt her insides about to explode from the pressure. Every time one of them moved, she felt her clitoris forced maddeningly against the stiff rod of Willy's tool.
She writhed between the two horny cocks. The mingled sensations of hurt, degradation and wild passion were overwhelming in their combined force.
Bucking and heaving, she took Willy's searing cock deeper into her cunt, her slick, inflamed cuntlips rubbing the prick to new hardness. Then she fucked back against Joey's impaling cock, her asshole spasming around him. She found that even with their weight and strength she could move her cunt.
"Aaannnggghhh!" Betty yelled, only to have her cry choked off as Willy buried his hot, thick tongue in her open mouth, swabbing the opening to her throat.
Joey wriggled his hands between her and Willy's chest, to squeeze savagely at the tenderness of her full breasts. She felt fire leap into her already swimming head from the delicious pressure.
"Glluuuggghhh!" Betty cried, unable to speak around the probing tongue in her lips. She impaled herself first on one cock and then on the other, seesawing back and forth in a deliciously sensual manner.
She pushed her asshole up to Joey's cock, and then dropped her cunt rapidly down on Willy's waiting prick. The two men were going crazy, but they remained as motionless as they could under the circumstances.
Betty could feel Willy's cock swelling up in her like a balloon, stretching the heated tissues of her cunt even more. She gasped as she felt the two cocks slide together within her, separated only by the thinness of her vaginal membrane.
She cried out in ecstatic delight as the first scalding burst of Willy's semen exploded within her tender cunt.
She thrashed wildly against him, rubbing her inflamed clitoris savagely across his spewing prick. Then, when she felt the spastic palpitations of Joey's cock pulsing in her asshole, her own orgasm was triggered with devastating force.
Betty went wild. She thrashed so blindly that both of the criminals were nearly thrown clear of the bed. With both cocks fountaining their thick, hot cream into her bowels and belly, Betty felt her cunt tighten and release in time with her clenching asshole. Her fists opened and grasped at anything. Her back arched and stiffened under Joey's continuing thrusts. The red-hot knot of pleasure expanding from her cunt seemed to threaten to explode within her, disintegrating her entire, pulsing frame.
She didn't know how long it lasted, but it seemed like hours. When her body finally relaxed and she opened her eyes, odd patches of color seemed to form and dissolve before her eyes. She sensed that her performance had not only awed both men, but also those watching.
Hesitantly, the two men both pulled their slimy cocks from her body. For an instant Betty felt that she had been turned inside out in two directions.
Suddenly the thought of where she was rushed over her, she felt shame; shame for having enjoyed this in front of Bud.
She looked over at him and saw the sweat pouring down his face, great beads of emotional pressure. Betty thought it was from having had to watch the awful spectacle of her degradation, but then Shorty spoke.
"He came in his damn pants," said the big spade. "He done came without ever touchin' her." The whole room burst out in laughter, even the two spent men beside her. Betty felt sorry for him and was about to go over and console him, but Fingers came up.
"It's my turn, sweetmeat," he said. "I'm going to give you a trip you'll never forget."
Betty feared for the remainder of her self respect, but she knew that she could do nothing about it.
Fingers waited for Joey and Willy to get off the bed. "Now I'm goin' to tie you up and show you why they call me Fingers," he said.
"What do you mean? Let me go!" she said as he grabbed her hands and ankles.
"You'll see!"
He picked up the rope and bound her wrists together and then to the bedpost. Then he tied her ankles, sure that her cunt was opened for all to see. She shrank, spread-eagled like she was, from their gaze, painfully aware of what an unobstructed view they all had of her juicy pussy.
Fingers smiled maliciously and spoke softly. "You're like a musical instrument, you see. And I'm going to play you."
Betty was intrigued now, more curious than frightened at his strange words. She pulled tentatively at her bonds, seeing if she could get free if she had to, but Fingers had tied them much too well.
He reached over her body slowly and touched her armpit, his fingertips finding a nerve she hadn't known was there. Before she realized what was happening, her lithe body snapped taut, her back arching to fling her slightly rounded belly into the air. She gasped aloud. With his other hand, he touched her side, one finger probing deftly inward at her thin waist. Her stretched body leaped to one side, her tits surging. Betty cried out with a mixture of pleasure and bewilderment. Fingers laughed in a low, sympathetic tone and pinched a muscle between her neck and her shoulder. Her hip rose. Twitching and twisting her torso, she shuddered, uttering a sigh.
Abruptly, then, his fingers were everywhere. She vaguely recalled having once thought of this as terrifying, and it wasn't, it was totally engulfing.
She was learning, and it was an exquisite experience. She hated herself for liking it, but there was no stopping that. She lay there waiting for the next wonderful touch.
Betty found she had no control over her body any more. She had no way of predicting where Fingers would touch her, or how the touch would make her respond. She was a bundle of very sensitive nerves after the first three contacts with his delicate fingers, and every fiber in her supine, tensed body seemed to quiver as lust-filled pleasure washed over her.
The sounds which came from her throat were foreign to her, and the protesting groans of the bed merely formed a suitable background for her animal cries. The faces that hovered over her seemed to blur and swim together as if they had emanated from a dream, the bonds on her supple wrists and ankles were her only contact with reality.
She knew Fingers was fondling her ripe tits, but that sensation blended with the strange, wild streaks of excitement from nerves which had never before been stimulated. She lashed about in a frenzy of delight, her body responding to her mounting lust. But gradually pleasure hardened to desire, and desire knotted in her moist, hot, sopping pussy. She became conscious of the powerful rhythmic undulations of her hips and shoulders and she knew that her cunt was thrusting as if impaled on a gigantic, pulsing prick.
"Oh, please!" she heard herself say without one bit of shame or self-consciousness. "Oh, please! Touch it! Touch my cunt! Please touch my cunt!"