The naked young blonde could feel every part of her abandonedly writhing body more alive and more sensitive than it had ever been before in her life. She smelled his maledom, swallowed his maledom… was aware of his hot cum sliding like warm custard down the back of her gulping throat to sink into her belly… and once in her belly, she felt its warmth rippling outward in ever larger waves until they met and mingled with the waves of pure sensation surging up with ever greater intensity from her wildly twitching vagina.
Now nothing was gentle anymore, nor did she want it to be. There was a frightening maelstrom of erotic sensation churning in the pit of her belly; it was swirling, swirling… like an incipient cyclone. She felt its awesome growth, welcomed it… pleaded silently with it to sweep over her.
And then Cash, fucking furiously into her kneeling young body, crooned with surprising gentleness again, "Cum on… cum on… let go, baby… and cum. Let's cum together… cum together… now… now… now! Oh… Ahhhh???? God!"
Ellen felt the convict begin his last pile-driving movements from behind her. These were new and terribly urgent thrusts that she had no way of comprehending, neither with body or mind, and they came in blasting, ass-crushing bursts that shoved his iron-hard cock as far as it could go deep up inside the fartherest recesses of her trembling belly.
"Aaaaagggh, God! I'm cummmm-iiiinnnngggg," he yelled, and then his bared-back animal-like lips sputtered out lewd oaths and vile incantations as his geyser of heated sperm spurted hotly into the spasmodically sucking walls of her flaming vaginal passage and inundated the waiting void of her womb.
And with the first hot spewing of his cum into her vagina, Ellen felt the storm sweep over her own body and she was jerking and convulsing, biting down so hard on Pop's flaccid cock still in her mouth that the old man screamed in pain – a cry of protest that was drowned out by her shrill cry of exaltation, "I'm… I'm cummmmm-iiiiinnnggg too! Aahh… ah… aiiiiiieeeeee!"
The rapture of the moment caught her naked young body and stroked it with fiery arrows of pure sensation, and she rejoiced in her fulfillment, her moment of ecstasy. Instinctively, even as it was happening, she knew that never again would she have an orgasm quite like this one that had been compounded of shame and pain and brutality and fear… and a certain gentleness. It was rape, of course… and yet some small quiet voice passed down through the millenniums of female knowledge told her that this was really what it was all about. This was the subduing, the subjugation… the capture and defeat, the sacking of a city or a nation to get at its women. Swords of flexible steel in the bellies of their men, the swords of rigid flesh into the bellies of the females. That was it… that was history.
Wave after wave of ecstatic rapture washed shudderingly over her body, and she was barely conscious of Cash's slowly deflating penis inside her still wildly quivering womb. And then, when the last tidal wave, the last powerful gust had racked her body, she began weeping quietly… not knowing the exact reason – not sure whether it was because she had been physically hurt and mentally shamed… or whether in lament for the passing of her orgasm, the death of that beautiful moment which would never again return.
Now there was no movement, nothing except the loud rush of breathing from the three sprawled-out figures on the mattress and the beat of her own heart whose pounding seemed to crash into her throat. Ellen lolled her head to the side and caught a last image of Vito standing above her masturbating by the side of the mattress, his lips convulsing insanely as he too approached climax. There was a shuffle of bodies, as Cash slid from on top of her and heaved in total exhaustion onto the floor while Pop pulled his legs from beneath Ellen's head and turned his body to the wall.
Ellen turned over onto her back, her eyes staring blankly at the overhanging light bulb that seemed to hang like a symbol of her inner emptiness over her. She had had it, she had experienced the height of human emotion… and the depths of human degradation, and now the horror and revulsion of the experience swept over her in a wave of shock that was impossible for her young woman's mind to even dimly comprehend. She had been battered like a child's toy to the point that her own body's movements were no longer of any meaning to her, and now as her body throbbed with the last zephyrs of an orgasm that wouldn't stop she felt the light touch of fingers sliding up her sperm-drenched thighs. She turned and saw Vito's evilly leering face a few short inches from her loins, a vicious vindictive grin working his lips. She didn't move, but lay watching in dazed disbelief as Vito held his long hard cock in his hand, ready for entry into her.
Almost disbelieving, she saw her own pelvis make one little punching movement upward, almost as if it were inviting the further rape of her weary loins. Rather than watch, but otherwise not caring what he did to her just so long as he did not bring renewed pain, she closed her eyes and turned away from the evil little convict.
A second later, just as she had mentally prepared her body for the insertion of his heatedly throbbing maledom, she heard a scuffling sound and a few vicious back-handed slaps.
"Vito, you gonna get yourself killed doin that," she heard Cash's harsh voice shout out. "Ya remember what Billy said and you still wanta fuck her. You're a crazy son of a bitch."
Then there was an arrogant but acquiescent groan, and she felt the weight of his hands lift off her thighs. Slowly she felt herself float into deeper unconsciousness, but for some reason she opened her eyes again for a short moment before she knew she would fall into a deep death-like sleep. She shivered as she saw Vito standing in a half-kneeling position, his cock poised like a javelin between his hands as he stroked it over her large splayed-out breasts. He was pulling at his long distended penis in short jack-knife thrusts, wandering his wild eyes in crazy patterns down her torso to the moist wet mound of her loins that glistened in the strong glare of the overhanging light. She watched him lurch and arch bolt upright, then felt a spurting flash of hot viscous wetness coursing over her naked breasts.
And then it was over. She floated down into a trance-like state of semi-consciousness, where voices and remembered images merged and transformed themselves into lewd nightmare flickers that slowly dissolved as the pain and battered sensation in her loins faded into the all-embracing darkness of sleep.
She was only vaguely aware when Pop's heavy body settled down between her nakedly widespread legs… only vaguely aware that her body was responding to his fucking by orgasming again… and again with Cash… until they slept the sleep of the dead with her.
CHAPTER SIX
Ellen never knew what it was that awakened her about an hour before dawn. Perhaps it was the cacophony of snores coming from Pop and Cash. She shivered in the early morning coolness and gazed around. They were all asleep, even the vicious little Vito, who had finally come to her after the others were asleep – sneaking over toward her like a jackal coming to feed after the lions were gone. She bore a bruise on the right side of her cheek where he had hit her with his closed fist after she had not responded with an orgasm as she had with Pop and Cash.
She ached all over her body, with most of the uncomfortable throbbing coming from her battered and bruised vaginal area. Dazedly she gazed around her, still not awake enough to recall the events that brought her here, much less remember the multiple rapes of her virginal loins. It seemed that there was something missing, then she remembered… there was a fourth member of the gang – Billy, the leader – asleep in the other room.