Ellen closed her eyes to blot out Sylvia's smirking face then reopened them again and jumped suddenly as she felt a pressure between her legs. The tall brunette gang girl had knelt down beside her and had brushed her hand against the softly tender flesh surrounding her vagina. "No, no, stop, please stop," the captive groaned in abject fear.
Vito bent eagerly down behind Sylvia and the slightly built convict inched forward, leering toward Sylvia's hand that worked at the bound girl's wide-splayed vaginal lips. Then like some anxious animal closing in for the kill, he pushed past Sylvia, thrusting his face a few inches away from her finger working around the edges of the tortured little cunt. For a moment Ellen forgot about the slow humiliating violation of her nakedly exposed cuntal area and focused all her attention on Vito's crazed expression that contorted in obvious anticipation of what he would do to her next.
"Yeah, I'll warm her up all right," he growled, not taking his eyes from between her legs where the grinning Sylvia had expertly insinuated her fingers and was methodically massaging them around and around to widen the already wet passage.
"Let's get her on the bed," the gang girl said in a commanding voice. "You and Rex can't do nothin' to her down here on the floor… you'll both get splinters in your balls."
As though she were in a dream, Ellen felt herself pushed from the wall, and saw the ropes cut swiftly by the knife in Vito's hand, and then she was being bodily lifted, with all will to resist gone, and held in the tight clench of Vito and Sylvia's arms above the bed. She was dropped heavily and hit the soiled mattress with a hard smack. Then she sensed her arms being pulled back from in front of her and her back striking against the wall. Through a blur of scalding tears she made out the figure of Sylvia standing over her and Vito's ferret-like form crawling up on the bed next to her.
She felt the sadistic convict's thin tensed body push up against her and heard him fumbling with his clothing, not bothering to remove his pants but just unzipping his fly. He moved closer and she pulled away from him towards the wall, jerking abruptly as she felt hands on her buttocks behind. It was Sylvia and she was reaching over the bed, thrusting Ellen closer to Vito's lust-incited form. The two pairs of hands that were suddenly pinching and clawing over her nakedly writhing young body were indistinguishable from one another, and it seemed as though every sensitive area of her fearfully cringing flesh was being explored and prodded to increase her pain and humiliation. Then she sensed an all-too-familiar touch, something she had learned to recognize from the several violations of her body during the past two days. The hot spongy hardness of Vito's eagerly throbbing cock sprang out from the opening of his pants and with a soft thud smacked against the narrow hair-lined opening of her cunt. The helplessly struggling girl stretched her buttocks backwards, but the evil little Vito followed her, moving his hands across her hips until they clenched the quivering cheeks of her ass.
Ellen lurched back again and wriggled her buttocks in one last vain attempt to escape the constant painful kneading of his fingers and hands. But it was useless. Vito's long hard cock began making its slow entry through the tight outer lips of the girl's moistly dilating cunt, his progress only slightly impeded by the spasmodic wrenching of her groin away from him. Suddenly, Ellen felt a new pressure coming from behind. At first there was a tingling, then a more painful sensation as Vito's hands tightened in back of her, pulling her clenched buttocks wide apart. She looked up and saw Sylvia's sadistically smiling face only inches away from her thighs. The gang girl had thrust her finger against the tight rubbery ring of Ellen's anus and, with the aid of the man in front of her, began a malicious prodding at the blonde's tender rear entrance.
"Oh, noooooo, aaaaaaargh," she moaned in pained humiliation. "Please don't. God! Don't do that to me."
But the young hostage's helpless protestations were useless. Her nakedly trembling body gave a fretful heave sideways to escape the dual prodding from in front and behind, and she felt an excruciating pain rip through her thighs as Sylvia's sharp claws dug into the soft white flesh above Ellen's buttocks. The gang girl clenched her fingers until the screeching-in-agony captive could stand it no longer. The outstretched finger that worked at her nether passage now had full access to her and Ellen felt she would do anything now to avoid the terrible searing pain that she had learned to associate with each of her struggling movements. Nothing was important anymore as long as she escaped the burning torture of Sylvia's viciously grasping hands that she could still feel digging into the sensitive skin of her inner thighs and prodding at the tightly puckered anal ring.
She could feel the hot rubbery hardness of Vito's cock thrust partially into her moist, slowly widening cuntal passage, even as Sylvia's extended finger screwed into her quivering ass.
"Deeper, do you want me to fuck you deeper?" Vito asked lewdly, removing his hands from her helplessly squirming buttocks, and moving them up to her large pink-rippled breasts that he squeezed and kneaded in growing lust.
Ellen did not answer. Her mouth opened in silent protestation, but her lips pursed tightly shut when she felt Sylvia's finger worm farther into her rear orifice. She was impaled now from both sides. The vision of the brunette gang girl bent over her and Vito cleaving into her moistly clasping vagina sent an electric shock of shame through her pulsating groin and into the rippling flesh of her abdomen. She could feel the sadistic little convict's long burrowing penis grow larger, if that were at all possible, as he began his strong ram-rod thrusts. She pulled back away from him, but this seemed to increase his excitement and he drove harder, his thick, sperm-inflated hardness pushing the unresisting moist folds of flesh in surging waves before its cruel searching head.
Ellen looked up again and saw Sylvia smile in triumph. Then she heard and felt the swift removal of the gang girl's finger slipping out of her ass with a moist swish of air.
"Go on, fuck it, fuck it, Vito!" Sylvia screamed, long swatches of cum-matted black hair dangling over her face and giving her a demented appearance.
The gang girl stood back away from the bed for a moment and watched the lewd scene with dazed eyes. The German Shepherd sat at the woman's side and viewed the writhing figures with a bemused animal curiosity, perking up his ears with each spasmodic lurch and groan from the bed. Low bestial growls came from the dog's panting mouth, completing the depravity of the scene and seeming to merge with the rhythmical moans and squeakings that resounded from the bed.
Ellen's naked young body twitched and writhed uncontrollably as Vito began his last pile-driving thrusts into the deepest recesses of her cunt. The day of waiting for this blonde bitch had taken its toll on Vito's ability to hold himself off from climax much longer, and the incredible warmth of the girl's lushly quivering body and the moistly contracting tightness of her hot little cunt brought him closer and closer to orgasm.
There was nothing else in the world for the girl hostage now. No Billy, no Sylvia, nothing but this deep mind-dazing screwing of animal lust and flesh, of belly smacking against belly, crotch grinding against crotch.
"That's it, Vito. Fuck 'er with all you've got," Sylvia intoned from across the room, driving him on into greater lust-incited fury.
Ellen's eyes opened and closed in a lost gaze of pain and humiliation. The convict was coming in from a new angle – one that gave him added depth. She had not been fucked this deep before, not once in the last two days, and she winced as he routed the head around deep inside, enlarging the virginal end of her channel and feeling her own involuntarily clasping muscles grip at his rigidity like warm elastic.