Her wild supplications and moans were cut off abruptly when, without any prior warning, Vito's hand swung over her face and he smashed his flat palm down hard on her half-open mouth. Sylvia's further pleas were choked back deep in her chest and issued forth over the hand around her mouth in incoherent mumblings and piteous gurglings. The sadistic Vito, inflamed by her insults and encouraged by Billy's silence, spread his hand over her mouth and under the tall brunette's nostrils until Ellen thought that surely the girl would suffocate, but all the while the mumblings continued while Vito wildly thrust his hips back and forth, fucking her more violently and brutally than before.
Sylvia was torturously bent now, her knees pulled back over her shoulders and scraping against the floorboards on each side of her head.
Above her jackknifed form, Vito's stiff arm ground into her mouth and extended above her face like a lever from which the rest of his wiry little body slapped and beat against Sylvia's naked voluptuousness in an even more lust-crazed momentum. Below her, his long stiff hardness thrust mercilessly with all his strength into the tight little cuntal opening of her upraised crotch being presented up to him to batter and use as he willed. The long dangling leathery sac of his sperm-bloated balls swung lewdly beneath his legs, slamming fiercely into the sweating crevice of her quivering young rectum with each harsh stroke; the obscene sight caused Ellen to shiver with terror and repugnance from where she sat behind the lewdly splayed legs of the couple.
She didn't want to hear and covered her ears, but nothing could shut out those animal-like sounds of fucking. She closed her eyes in an attempt to separate herself from the salacious spectacle transpiring before her, but she involuntarily opened them wide again when she heard Vito ram into the gang girl so hard that her back bounced up and down against the floorboards.
Ellen stiffened, her eyes agape in horror as the sadistic little rapist seemed to lose all control of himself and began to churn and revolve his pelvis into the girl's widely-stretched pink vaginal slit in a maniacal sexual frenzy. His downward thrusts slammed Sylvia's softly fleshed buttocks down hard against the floor, and when he pulled outward he dragged her whole sweating body up with a wet sucking sound. Ellen thought that surely Vito would kill the tall brunette as she saw right before her eyes his already long, blood-engorged instrument expand and lengthen to monstrous proportions with each stroke he made into the girl.
The helpless young blonde hostage quivered involuntarily at the sight of the wet inflamed flesh of Sylvia's tightly clasping vagina being drawn out and then sucked inward with each thrust that the long white cock made into her moist warm hole.
And then Ellen gasped aloud as she heard a low guttural sound coming from deep in Vito's chest and saw his wiry little body slam into the girl one final time as though he meant to drive her through the floor. He buckled and collapsed over her half way, falling onto her painfully quaking chest as his naked buttocks indented and he began spewing his white sticky sperm deep into Sylvia's defenselessly upraised cunt.
Ellen saw his hands flail out and tangle cruelly on the girl's hips, holding her pelvis to the throbbing of his loins as he pushed his wildly jerking penis all the way down to her cervix. White sticky liquid bubbled up and overflowed around the thick base of his wetly glistening cock, the heated cum oozing down his trembling thighs and into the wide-spread crevice between Sylvia's buttocks.
As his cock slowly deflated in the tortured gang girl's stretched and battered cunt, Ellen could see the wetness continue to slowly seep out until it was puddling in a pearl-colored pool of thick liquid on the bare wood floor. Sylvia's legs had fallen heavily to the side, and Vito continued to lie on top of her for a good while in a collapsed heap, until his gradually deflating cock slipped out of the tight sheath-like cunt with a wet sucking sound. Then the little convict crawled cockily to his feet, and stood over the girl's limp defeated form with a proud expression on his face as he pulled up his pants and zipped up his fly. She wasn't so high and mighty now, she was no longer too good for him, and she and everyone else knew it. He delighted in the way she flinched and closed her eyes, unable to protest any longer, when she saw him smiling down at her tautly heaving belly that was filled with his hot cum. Billy had made a big mistake, he gloated, he had forced Sylvia down to Vito's level, and now she would be with him against Billy in the future.
Sylvia closed her eyes and lay absolutely still on the floor. Her long tapered legs were still nakedly separated, revealing a pubic mound soaked and glistening with thin sticky trails of the semen Vito had just pumped into her, but it didn't matter any more. Five minutes ago she had been the proud and untouchable queen, the leader's girl, and now she had sunk to the depths of the gang whore from where she could never return.
CHAPTER FOUR
Ellen turned where she sat on the mattress next to Billy's chair, and saw him glare at the vanquished, miserable form across from them with a contemptuous condescending look. He seemed to have no sympathy whatsoever, no pity for the girl at all, and Ellen sensed it was because he foresaw an equally harsh fate awaiting him tomorrow. He had struck her as colder than the others from the first, but she had never seen him so aloof, and she was glad – for some reason she didn't understand – that he seemed to have a special fondness for her.
Or, at least, he had seemed to before, but now she wasn't so sure.
The gang leader had sunk into an angry mood of depression since the well-dressed stranger had arrived and made him look like such a fool in front of the others whom he was already having problems bending to his leadership. Ellen knew that, in this horrible frame of mind he was in now, he would make great demands on her, and she was more frightened of him than she had ever been before. But she would exert every ounce of her energy and concentration to satisfy those demands no matter how perverted or gross – and to please him so as not to lose her position of favor with him. The other fate of being thrown to the others, and particularly Vito, was inconceivably worse.
"Uuuuuuhhhhhh."
Ellen's attention shifted abruptly back to the girl on the floor. Sylvia moaned in a low incoherent voice through her daze of pain and began to move her limbs tentatively as though to see if they still worked. She seemed to be coming slowly back to life, and gradually she opened her eyes and lifted a limp arm to her forehead to push back her wildly tousled jet black hair. She managed to raise herself painfully onto one elbow from where she stared hard at Billy and Ellen, glaring at them both with a look of implacable hatred.
"You picked that bitch, Billy. Well, alright! You take her," she spoke in a faint cracked voice. "But you better enjoy her before I get her, cause I'm gonna cut her to tiny shreds."
Chills ran the full length of Ellen's spine as the girl's bitter eyes seemed to pierce through her. Sylvia slowly pulled herself up to a sitting position on the floor and then wobbled onto her knees like a drunken woman. Ellen looked at her tottering, unsteady figure and only then realized the full sensual beauty of the girl for the first time. She was much taller than Ellen and possessed an arrogant animalistic sense of assurance even in her present battered condition. Her shoulders were broad and supported enormous widely-spaced breasts with large dark pink nipples like the petals of flowers. She created an illusion of strength and delicacy at the same time, and her sliver of a waist blossomed out over wide womanly hipbones to the roundness of her firmly fleshed buttocks. Her lithe, strong looking limbs and flashing eyes reminded Ellen of a cat that was about to pounce, and Ellen shuddered as she considered what might happen to her once the girl did get her strength back. Her pride had suffered a disastrous blow and, though there was nothing the girl could do to retrieve her lost status, Ellen sensed she would do everything for revenge on the person she considered responsible. And that person was Ellen! Instinctively, the young blonde hostage found herself glancing frantically at Billy for protection. He was her single bulwark of security in this depraved chaotic world against the rejected and angry girlfriend.