"Ya know what I'm going to do to ya, honey," Sylvia said, not releasing her tight grip on Ellen's hair. "I'm gonna make you feel real funny, like I'm gonna cut you up tit by tit, but that'll come after we have some other entertainment."
"Oh please! God! Leave me alone!" Ellen pleaded, the tears beginning to well up in her eyes.
"There ain't no reason to leave ya alone after the way ya been acting towards my man!" Sylvia screamed shrilly, then viciously back-handed the captive girl several times. The blows seemed to take the immediate pressure off her hate, and she let Ellen's head fall back against the wall.
The young blonde made another effort to communicate with the infuriated gang girl. "I-it wasn't my fault. I didn't ask to be kidnapped by those men," Ellen sobbed piteously.
"Ya know Rex is still here," Sylvia said cunningly and without preamble. "I suppose ya think he's gonna guard ya, don't ya?"
Suddenly a feeling of horror implanted itself and flooded through Ellen's entire being. Now she remembered the animal-like noises from last night and the ribald laughter of the convicts as they shouted gleefully, "Go on, Rex. Fuck her too; she's a bitch!" Oh God! Mention of the dog and the irrational of the animal that she had experienced earlier merged into one terrorized realization. No, this was too much, she couldn't even bear to think of it!
"That dog has been trained by Billy," Ellen said, her mind still grabbing for excuses to hold the tall brunette off from her. "Billy left him here to guard me."
"We'll see what kinda guarding old Rex is going to do," Sylvia chortled sadistically. "Hey, Vito, get your ass here and bring that fucking dog with you." She laughed uproariously at her own joke.
When Ellen began frantically struggling against her bounds, Sylvia grabbed her hair and rammed her head back against the wall. Low disgruntled groans could be heard from the front room, and a moment later the ferrety little convict appeared at the door accompanied by the huge German Shepherd.
"Hey, Vito, look at this," Sylvia grinned back at the greasy-haired man standing in the entrance way. "We're gonna have us some fun while Billy plays his little cops and robbers game."
The sadistically grinning gang girl leaned down and pinched and tore at the flesh on Ellen's arm until the young girl could stand the pain no longer. She jumped and screamed against her bonds, trying to escape the excruciating pain, but her struggles were useless and resulted only in the ropes cutting into her wrists and drawing blood.
"I-I don't think we oughta mess with this kinda crap," Vito said nervously, licking his lips. "Billy finds out, and it'll be all over for the both of us."
The statuesque brunette looked back at Vito contemptuously. It was obvious which one of the two had the strength to take command of this new situation, and the gang girl exercised that command now with the vicious poking and prodding of her fingers and hands.
"Hey, Vito, wouldn't you like to see what kind of cunt this sweet innocent little thing's got?" Sylvia asked, leaning forward and reaching with both hands for the front of Ellen's tee-shirt. Ellen pulled away, but there was no place she could go. "It must be something pretty special for Billy to get so hopped up." The gang girl's hands tore at the light covering material, and Ellen's large, ripely swaying breasts fell free into the air. Both women could see Vito's eyes bulge at the voluptuous sight of the naked white torso bound helplessly to the wall, and even as they watched, his features began to change from nervousness to a sadistic anticipation.
"Look at that, Vito," Sylvia said and leered back at the dumbfounded man behind her. "How'd you like to try some of that?"
Vito stood with his jaw agape, a thin line of spittle forming on his trembling lower lip. The dog standing by his side sounded a low whimper that redirected the terrified captive's attention to the big animal.
"What d'ya say, Vito? You get the bitch warmed up, and then we let Rex here have a go at her," Sylvia said, then turned to the struggling blonde again. "Old Rex fucks real good." Her eyes were devoid of emotion – lifeless – as she said it.
"Stop it, stop this talk, I can't stand it!" Ellen screamed in one last verbal attempt to dissuade Sylvia from her viciously lewd intent. "I'll do anything, but get that dog away from me!"
"Ya hear that, Vito?" Sylvia said in a low salacious tone. "She'll do what ya want as long as Rex boy don't mess with her."
Suddenly, the gang girl was upon Ellen again. She seized her legs and pulled them wide apart, then with surprising strength she thrust one hand against the struggling girl's crotch and unzipped the tattered jeans. Ellen tried to pull her legs tight, but the strong pressure of her assailant's grip on her thigh was too much.
"When I want you to open your legs, I mean it!" Ellen heard hissed at her through her pain-deadened mind.
Sobbing convulsively, the blonde hostage's legs went limp, and she let her thighs fall slightly apart from their own weight. She could feel the sadistic gang girl reaching down and grasping her ankles, and yanking her fearfully trembling body as far out of the corner as possible with her hands still bound to the wall. Her softly fleshed young buttocks scraped agonizingly across the rough floor, and she moaned in pained protest but it was not heard.
"Now open 'em, baby, I want Vito to see how nice and tight your little pussy looks."
Reluctantly, with tears of shame and fear coursing down her reddened cheeks, Ellen spread her legs a few inches more.
"Open 'em wider, you slut, poor Vito can't see it… can ya, Vito?" she teased at him as his wildly gleaming eyes grew wider and small beads of sweat began to form on his forehead.
Sylvia moved forward again. She grabbed the sides of Ellen's jeans and tugged at the tight covering denim, pulling them all the way off the struggling young girl's legs – then holding them aloft in contemptuous disdain. She laughed shrilly in sadistic glee as she saw Ellen cringing and trying to hide her nakedness.
The captive young blonde sobbed helplessly in pain and humiliation, feeling the raw pink flesh of her vagina stretched open from the outward pressure against her legs. She was totally exposed to the weasel-like little convict's gaze as his savagely burning eyes locked in lustful desire on the tiny tight opening nestling in the sparse field of soft blonde cuntal hair up between her legs.
"Now ya can do anything ya like to her, Vito. But ya gotta save the best part for Rex here. Whaddya think ya wanta do, Vito honey?"
"What… what about Billy," he asked, his voice raspy with fear and an animal-like lust.
"Who's going to tell Billy? Not me. Not you… not her! She's gonna try to escape and she's going to have an accident. Can't be helped. She likes to escape. We can't help it if she falls down three flights of stairs while being chased by Rex… and breaks her fucking neck." She grinned conspiratorially at the sweating convict.
Vito's laughter was a high-pitched cackle of enjoyment. He actually rubbed his hands in glee.
Cowering in terror in the corner, Ellen had never felt so naked and frightened in her life. Her mind whirled at the thought of being attacked by the lewdly grinning Vito, but an awesome sensation of incomprehensible fear shot through her when she thought of the dog that stood panting beside him. God, Rex was huge. She just couldn't stand the idea of touching the beast, much less passively submitting to the vile obscenity they had in mind for him to do. The hate-filled Sylvia was enjoying her sadistic revenge too much to listen to any kind of plea for mercy, in fact she probably would enjoy it a hundred times more if Ellen were to beg. There was no hope now for anything, and the young hostage didn't try to stop the tears of humiliation and fright that were streaming down her cheeks.