The couple's feet were just inches away from Ellen who sat on the mattress, and her vision focused up between their legs at the girl's pink-fleshed pubic mound that was delicately covered with tendrils of sparsely curling black hair. The soft, wetly glistening cuntal mouth had parted slightly to reveal a second layer of blushing pussy lips between them. Then Vito savagely forced the girl's legs further apart and the jagged inner lips surfaced, curling outwards from the smooth-looking flesh of the tight stretched opening. Above the defenselessly naked target of the girl's vagina, Vito's wildly pulsating cock and his sperm-inflated balls dangled between his parted legs. A thin stream of clear, sticky-looking lubricant had already seeped out of the gaping hole at the head of his lust-swollen penis, and Ellen shivered in revulsion and disgust at the sight of it.
The sadistic little convict's hands pressed into Sylvia's fearfully cringing abdomen and then mashed the softly fleshed white orbs of her already squashed buttocks more firmly to the floor. He poised his now fully erect member just inside the straining entryway, keeping it there for what seemed to be several eternities.
Ellen could see the blood-engorged cockhead throb and jerk as it slowly expanded Sylvia's small elastic cuntal mouth and pressed her wetly pink flesh inward. The full outer lips of the wailing gang girl's glistening pussy spread further and further apart, and small wisps of pubic hair brushed and curled around the sides of his pulsating stiffness poised between them. Then, suddenly, Vito shoved his long thick cudgel brutally into the tightly stretched cuntal opening, and the red layer of vaginal flesh sunk inward as his massively hard cock slithered all the way to the hilt into her, bringing a scream of pain from Sylvia's lips.
"Aaaaaargh! You're hurting meeeee!"
The blood drained from Ellen's head, and she sank back in a near-faint against the mattress where she sat only inches away from the couple's wildly thrashing legs. She felt dizzy and her vision blurred to the point where she thought she was going to pass out completely, but she didn't. Instead, her heart beat in her throat and she began trembling, half in fear and half in something she didn't quite understand. An obscene memory suddenly flooded into her mind without warning. She had been brutally taken like this last night! It had been different with… with, who? Who? Abruptly she remembered!
She was no longer in the shabby warehouse, watching Vito's cruel violation of Billy's discarded girlfriend. No, now she was back on the beach and peering over the sand dune, stunned at the unbelievable image of the boy fucking her very own sister, while a second man waited his turn! Jennifer had been wildly ecstatic – lewdly enthusiastic and enjoying it – as she lifted her heels onto the boy's buttocks in an effort to force his penis deeper, deeper into her insanely thrusting loins that writhed so wantonly back and forth while her vagina climbed steadily up the lewd pole of the boy's stiffened white flesh thrusting into her like a piston rod.
Everything looked the same to Ellen, except that now she could see the all-too-vivid close-up of Sylvia's blushing pussy flesh clinging to Vito's wetly glistening penis on the outstroke, before the cuntal lips disappeared back inside as the little convict rammed his hardened shaft forward again. There was one other difference between the scene with Jennifer, her sister, and what was happening here! Jennifer had been almost delirious with sexual enjoyment. Sylvia was screaming like a wounded animal.
Ellen wanted to ask Billy to stop the attack, but she knew it was useless. Vito was already master of the girl that he had beaten into a yelling mass of submission; it was only a matter of seconds before Sylvia became adjusted to the rape. Even so, Billy couldn't have interfered if he wanted to; he had offered the gang girl to Vito and allowed the brutal little sadist to mistreat her, and now Vito's first maniacal strokes into her wetly cringing cunt had sealed the poor helpless girl's fate.
Sylvia's mouth opened and contorted soundlessly on her anguished face, too stunned to even make a protest. She twisted her nakedly voluptuous body to escape the hotly stabbing cock, but Vito thrust harder, screwing his pelvis tighter into her loins so there was no escape. She was trapped… trapped, and he lay over her for a moment wanting her to realize the helplessness of her position, proud that he could hurt her this way.
From the beginning when the tall brunette had tortured and teased him to the point of madness, Vito had known it would be like this if he could only get his long hard cock into her smart-assed softness. And he was skewered into her good now; she was so deeply impaled on his rod of flesh that he could hurt her all he wanted, and there wasn't a thing she could do about it. After all, Billy himself had said, "Do whatever you want." The wiry little sadist reveled in the power he had over the leader's former girlfriend as he flexed the head of his impatiently throbbing cock against the tight wall of her wetly cringing cunt, bringing a low moan from the stuck-up bitch's gaping mouth.
Sylvia choked and sputtered beneath him in her ultimate humiliation of being the leader's rejected girlfriend now at the mercy of the sadistically sniveling Vito. In only a few hours her pride and assurance had plunged to depths of shame and fear beyond her wildest imagination. She knew that she would be tossed to Cash and Pop – both of whom hated her arrogance – when Vito was through with her body. They would shamelessly abuse her and violently fuck her when and how they desired until her young body lay hopelessly battered on the dirty floor, totally useless to anyone. She had seen it happen to other girls, but she had never believed it would happen to her. Never!
"Billy, baby, God, make him stop. Please make him stop," she moaned as Vito flexed his throbbing hardness mockingly inside her again.
"Fuck off, you bitch," the gang leader said cruelly.
Sylvia's bulging eyes gaped wider in piteous disbelief when Billy continued to sit silently in his chair next to the fearfully crouching Ellen on the mattress; he merely stared at his former girlfriend stonily and without sympathy. He had given his word to Vito and his men and he couldn't go back on it. The sensually naked brunette began to toss her head wildly from side to side on the dirty floor as the realization struck her with grim certainty that she had completely lost her power over her only possible defender… that another woman had taken her place… and she was no longer the proud and untouchable queen… only another helpless female.
Then Vito sank his impatiently pulsing hardness brutally deeper, beginning to plunge into her with long hard strokes that enveloped the full length of his erectly throbbing prick. The naked young gang girl pulled back under him, grinding her firmly fleshed buttocks down against the floor in pain, and moaning ceaselessly beneath his pounding body. Her mouth gaped open wide as her jet black hair flailed from side to side on the hard floorboards again and again in utter anguish. A whimper gurgled from her throat as Vito clenched his cruelly digging fingers under the backs of her thighs and pulled her legs forward until her knees were pressed against her shoulders. She was wet and open and helpless now, and he had complete access to her voluptuous young body as he began to fuck into her with ever-increasing brutal, hard-driving strokes.
"Oooooooooo God, Billy, stop him. Stop him!" Sylvia shrieked, then gagged in pain.
There was a seemingly endless pause lasting so long that Ellen thought Billy wouldn't even bother to answer his former girlfriend. "Sorry," the gang leader finally spat out at her nakedly thrashing young body, "but I ain't got no sympathy for bitches that cross me."
"Oh God, anybody else, but not Vito! He's horrible!" Sylvia wailed to no one in particular, realizing her pleas to Billy were useless.