"Take me home. Take me home!" she demanded, tears streaming down her face.
"Why don't you spend the night here?" he asked kindly.
"Because I want to go home!" She was still crying uncontrollably as he lay on top of her.
Buddy rolled off her, looking puzzled, and he started to pull on his pants. She jumped up and threw on her clothes too. She didn't look at him throughout the entire procedure. If she had, she would have seen that there was only kindness in his eyes.
As he drove her home, he tried to cheer her up, but her mind was set against it.
After he left, she cried herself to sleep. She kept telling herself that he had taken advantage of her being drunk and had raped her.
When she awoke in the morning, she swore that she would never speak to him again.
CHAPTER THREE
Betty stopped reminiscing and looked down at her tied legs. She was sorry that she had been so harsh with Buddy. He had tried to make pleasant advances to her after the scene, but she had rebuked him as if he were the plague itself.
Her thoughts of Buddy were halted by the sound of a barking dog. They must have left a watchdog to guard me, she thought.
Just then the door flew open, and Joey led his gang of criminals into the one-room cabin.
"Well, how's our young cop doing?" Joey asked.
Betty hated his familiar tone, especially in the circumstances she was in, being tied and bound by him and his henchmen. It was like he was making fun of her and she couldn't do anything about it. She had the greatest desire to spit in his face to show her defiance, but he wasn't close enough, and she knew that she should keep her cool.
"We talked with your wonderful police chief," he said. "We're going to be able to exchange you for Mack."
Betty remembered that Mack was the member of their gang that the police had captured near Harvard Square about a month ago.
"I don't know if the rest of the boys want to trade off someone as beautiful as you for that clumsy asshole," Joey continued. "But we have to because he is the only one who knows where the money is."
"Ya," said the short, dark man with black eyes. "He isn't half as pretty as you are."
"Oh," Joey said with a facetious smile, "we haven't been introduced properly, have we? Well, this big spade is Shorty, and this lime guy with the weasel eyes is our mastermind, Albert. The dumpy one is Willy, and the guy standing by the door is Fingers. He can open anything with a lock on it. I'm Joey Frank. I suppose you've heard of me?" He laughed and the rest of them laughed with him.
"We have two hours to blow," said Willy. "Why don't we fuck her real good before we go."
"NO!" Betty yelled.
"I was afraid that you couldn't speak," Joey said. "But now that we see that your mouth moves, I'm going to stick my cock in it. But you better not let a drop slip from your mouth, because these boys can be very irrational."
Betty couldn't help but shake with fear. They really expect me to eat his sperm, she thought, clamping her lips tight, hoping that they wouldn't insist on this debasing degradation.
She watched as Joey pulled down his pants and the others gathered around the head of the bed to be able to watch. The only one who seemed a little reluctant to join in was Albert, who finally moved up with the rest of them as Joey's shirt hit the ground.
Joey climbed onto the bed and Betty felt her arms and legs pulling at the cords as she bounced. She tried with all her might to get free, though she knew it wouldn't work with all of them standing around her.
"Now open that pretty little mouth," Joey coaxed. "And if you bite my cock, I'm going to slap you silly." He was grinning, his teeth closed tightly in a devilish smile, and she knew that he was telling the truth. She opened her lips reluctantly, and Joey swung his legs over her chest as he mounted her.
She looked at his cock for the first time. She could see the wrinkled flesh just below the cockhead and knew that he wasn't fully erect yet. He pulled the skin back and she saw the head go taut and shiny. She remembered thinking that Buddy had been brutal with her; but that was nothing compared to what she was in for now.
"Now swallow it!" Joey demanded.
Betty first swallowed the lump that had risen to her throat, then she looked around her at all of the leering eyes. She looked back at the cockhead positioned at her face and saw the lubricant dripping from the spongy head. She opened her lips a bit more and Joey moved his hips forward, insinuating the glans into her mouth.
She could taste the spunky liquid on her mouth, and the flavor made her stomach do a little flip. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth. The big prick slid in across her teeth and to the back of her mouth. She felt the pulsing along her tongue as the cock was buried in her warm mouth.
"Look at dat!" said the big Negro in his colorful bass tones.
"Ya!" said two of the others in unison.
"Now suck on it!" Joey commanded with a sneer.
Betty closed her lips around the throbbing prick and drew in her breath. She felt the skin along his cock draw into her mouth and cover the pulsing head. The lubricant tasted even spunkier now and she would have tried to spit out both the fluid and the cock if she hadn't remembered Joey's warning. She swallowed again, drawing his cock to the opening of her throat.
"Mmmnn!" Joey moaned as his cock was pulled taut.
Betty stopped sucking and just held the throbbing meat in her open jaws.
"Now… blow it!" Joey gasped.
She puffed up her cheeks and blew a breath of hot air into the tiny mouth of his cockhead. Joey buckled on top of her, tossing his head back and groaning loudly.
When she blew, she felt the bottom ridge of Joey's cock expand like a balloon. The prick felt like it was burning hotter now, and Betty could feel the increased pulses of the prick between her lips.
She sucked again as soon as Joey began to calm down a bit, and as the cock hit the back of her mouth, he buckled again. She had control now and she liked it. Joey was like a puppet on her chest, jumping and bouncing as she sucked or blew on his thick prick.
"Look at her go!" exclaimed Fingers in a low, slow voice. None of the rest of them spoke, but they all sighed deeply in agreement.
Betty closed her eyes again because her neck was becoming sore from the somewhat unnatural position.
Joey, in all of his ecstasy, still seemed to notice. "Untie her!" he commanded in a loud distraught voice.
Fingers and Willy worked quickly at the cords and her hands and feet were free in no time. As soon as her hands were free, she put them under her head for support. Just as she was getting back her rhythm, Joey pulled his throbbing meat out of her mouth. She gasped hungrily after the escaping cock.
"Stand on your knees!" he demanded, holding onto his prick with his large hands.
She pulled herself up shakily, having been tied in that supine position for over three hours. When she was on her knees, she wavered slightly and then lunged for his cock. He let go immediately and she sucked it deep with one breath.
She knew why he wanted this now. His cock was no longer chafing across her bottom teeth, and his prick could go much deeper into her mouth from this angle.
Betty sucked again and the head of the turgid cock sunk into the opening of her throat. She gagged and held her breath, not sure if she were going to suffocate while trying to satisfy Joey's perverse desires. Then, as panic set in, she quickly realized that even though her throat was blocked she could still breathe through her nostrils.
Joey then lay down on his back. Betty followed, holding onto his prick with her beautiful, sensuous lips. This angle was even better yet; she forced her face down and the cock went deeper, throbbing at the tender tissues of her throat.
She was breathing easy now, through her nose, and massaging the ridge along the bottom of his throbbing cock with the top of her agile tongue. She scrubbed at the member, and Joey began contorting on his back, writhing halfway between pleasure and pain. Betty was a little worried at first, but his animal groans told her that it was just excitement that made him act that way.