"What ya movin' back for?" Cash chuckled down to the once-haughty girl kneeling at his feet. "Ya know it ain't gonna do ya no good, and ya might as well enjoy it."
Billy's former girlfriend began trembling visibly beneath him, and her sudden obvious display of fear signaled clearly to everyone in the shabby room that she knew Cash was right and that she was hopelessly cornered.
Then, even as Ellen watched in sympathy, the trembling ceased, and the gang girl regained her almost arrogant sense of animal-like composure. The piteous expression on her face was replaced by a fatalistic acceptance as she realized it was useless to continue to resist Cash or the demands of the men that would follow. Anyway, nothing could be as bad as what she had already gone through, nothing could equal the shame and humiliation of lying wide and open under weasel-like little sadist, Vito, and feeling his depraved sperm ricocheting around in every inch of her belly.
No… there was no hope whatever of escape from her defenseless position. Billy was not going to help her, and she might as well do everything she could to please the men and get them on her side for later… when she sought her revenge on that blonde bitch who had taken her man away.
Yes, it was Ellen's fault that Sylvia was now in this degrading and shameful position before the men that she wouldn't have stooped to spit on under ordinary circumstances. Ellen had taken her protector away from her and stolen the position that Sylvia had always possessed, and now she was utterly helpless and vulnerable before Billy's men. But she would get even, she would make Ellen suffer each indignity she was going through herself now. What Sylvia had to fuck, Ellen would fuck. What Sylvia had to suck, Ellen would suck. She would make that bitch go through everything she'd had to and more… and then she'd fix her so no man would ever want her again… maybe even perform a little plastic surgery on her – the same kind that was used on the Puerto Rican bitch Alicia, "Titless Alicia", they called her now.
Then Sylvia's thoughts of sweet revenge abruptly faded as she saw the hungry expression on the faces of Cash and Pop… and Vito again. Her fear returned as she recalled how she had mocked and teased each of the men, and something about their cruelly glinting eyes made her realize how completely aware they were of the disdain and scorn she'd always had for them. There wasn't a one, not even Pop, that she hadn't led on with promising glances and then dropped with a mocking laugh, or that she could count on now not to take full revenge on her and put her through all she had coyly hinted at when she had been teasing them. There would be no mercy for her, and now that her time had come, she knew she would get it good and hard, right down her screaming throat… just like so many other women she'd seen brutally gang fucked in the past.
"That's right," Cash hissed down at her suddenly submissive form. "Part of playing the game is losing. You've got to know how to lose. And, baby, you just lost. Did you ever!"
Sylvia's glance shot up to Cash, her eyes burning in a reflection of her inner fear and contempt for him, but she didn't speak or move a single one of her sleekly velvet muscles. Instead, her face turned into a kind of mask, a death mask – expressionless and totally immobile – as though she had suddenly thrown a switch which had shut off all feelings, both mental and physical. Cash bent down and cupped his hands over her large nakedly swinging breasts, and she remained still, looking like a statue of a Greek Aphrodite with only a slight quivering of her nostrils belying the anger and revulsion building deep inside her.
"I love a good loser," the stocky convict chortled, his voice becoming hoarse from his mounting excitement.
He ran his open palms over the full weight of her firmly rounded white breasts and then pulled with his thumbs and forefingers at the small pink nipples. The exposed buds quivered and throbbed into hardness at the squeezing pressure of his harsh touch. His breath deepened and grew heavier with lewd desire, he was all too aware of the control he had over her and moved his hands with tortuous slowness down to the curving indentation of her small narrow waist. All the while, the tall brunette kneeled perfectly still; she was forced to let him do what he would with her.
"I ain't takin' no seconds," he murmured as though in explanation as he bent lower over her. "I ain't goin' to fuck you where Vito did. No, you're gonna take my prick in your sweet little mouth and suck it good."
Still, he let his hands roam slowly over the flatness of her firmly taut belly and then gradually moved to her sparse, kinky hair-covered pubic mound. He ran one outstretched finger between the swollen, tender-fleshed cuntal lips into the warm steaming slit still wet and slippery from the repeated gushes of heatedly thick sperm Vito had spewed into her a short while ago. Sylvia began trembling again, and Cash smiled confidently as he continued his probing exploration. A low helpless groan escaped from between her tightly clenched teeth when his finger slid mockingly over the straining little bud of her clitoris.
His arms swung out suddenly, and he harshly grabbed at the quivering white cheeks of her full firm ass. Sylvia jerked and squealed as he stretched the damp crevice between her buttocks wide and searched with the tip of his extended middle finger for her tiny, tightly puckered anus. Suddenly, he found the cringing opening, and she jumped forward, almost crawling up his chest, to escape the first unexpected pain. The stocky convict ignored her squeal of protest and pressed hard, feeling the brown starred orifice give a little, and then suddenly the tight elastic anal ring gave way completely, and his finger slid in up to the first knuckle joint.
Sylvia was struggling again now with every ounce of energy that she possessed in an attempt to escape the cruelly digging finger screwing into her buttocks. She pulled and pushed with all her strength at his arm that circled around her, but the movement merely increased the searing pain.
"You're hurting me," she yelled, pounding on his chest with her fists.
Cash turned his head and grinned down again at her naked young body quivering so helplessly on his single finger. He screwed it in deeper and his nail caught the flesh momentarily in her rectum, scraping her. She jerked and squealed again. Cash grinned from ear to ear obviously enjoying her pain and torment. The sight of the supple flesh of her curvaceous body kneeling vulnerably beneath him incited his lust even more. He gasped as he took in her large breasts dangling on each side of his legs, those same fantastic breasts that he had eyed in sacred lust so many times in the past. He wondered how they would look jerking and dancing below her pumping torso as she sucked the full length of his plunging cock buried deep in her warm, wetly clasping mouth. By God, he'd shove it all the way down to her fucking tonsils when the moment came, he thought, feeling the pressure growing in his balls.
Sylvia had discovered that the burning pain in her rectum diminished to a low throbbing hurt when she didn't move, and now she knelt before him in statue-like submission. She tried to forget her present anguish and humiliation and concentrated instead on what she would do to the little blonde bitch when she got her hands on her. And she knew that she would sooner or later. She would keep her mouth closed and not say anything more against the girl; and in a matter of hours she would find herself alone with the girl. Then she would make the bitch suffer all the degradation she was going through now. It would be an easy matter to turn the other men on the girl, and if they weren't around… well, she would enjoy slowly slicing her beauty into ugly little pieces. She knew she was stronger than the girl, her mind raced on in her anger and hate.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the rasping sound of a zipper being pulled open. She moaned deep in her throat and her eyes shadowed in disgust and revulsion as Cash's free hand struggled with the opening of his pants.