"But you really turn me on!" Pam purred. Now she stuck her tongue out and ran it along her lips. "Your tits are so fantastic. I think of them when I'm using my vibrator and it always makes me come."
Linda was dumb-struck, once more. Her mouth gaped open and her eyes bugged out.
"I know it seems weird to you," Pam went on, "but I know that if you tried it, you'd love it. The first time I heard about it, when one of my friends said the same things to me that I'm saying to you, I felt really disgusted. But the more I thought about it, the more I liked it. And I know I love it. I want to just jam my vibrator right up that little slit of yours. I'd make you come so may times…"
"That is enough, Pam," Linda said, cutting in on her. "Hasn't it ever crossed your mind that there are those of us out there who are perfectly satisfied with what we've got, just with men and not with women?"
"That's what they all say. Every single woman I've ever seduced says exactly the same thing you do. If I were you, I wouldn't put the knock on it until you've tried it. Like I said, if you try it with me, I'll give you so much, you'll be a new woman when it's over. You're just so good-looking I'm creaming in my panties right now over you. I want to suck you until you scream…"
"Shut up, Pam. You're making me absolutely sick. I think you ought to see a psychiatrist."
"That's what they all say, too. Don't worry. I can tell that you'll come around anyhow, and I've got to go show those junior varsity cheerleaders how to shake their booty for real right now. I'll catch you some time later, lover. You're gonna love it."
"I'm sure," said Linda sarcastically. "You make me want to puke."
Pam shook her head back and forth slowly. "Now, now," she said, forcing a smile but not really meaning it. "You're going to have to get punished for that. You just made a big mistake, Mrs. White."
"I'm sure," Linda repeated. "I am so sure. What are you going to do – rape me?"
Pam smiled at her with obvious pleasure. "You just gave me a great idea, Mrs. White," she said gleefully. Then she called out a couple of lines: "Barry, Stuart, get your asses over here!"
Linda had been smiling up to that instant, with a sense of having gotten the better of Pam. But all of a sudden, a blur of movement came up on her and grabbed her arms. With a sinking heart, she realized it was two of the motorcycle gang that were moving her into a door in the back of the stadium, next to where Pam and Linda had been standing and chatting.
In a flash, she realized that these two leather jacketed toughs, who looked even bigger than the football players, were going to rape her, just as she had dared Pam to do a few seconds before. "Please, let me go," she whimpered, as they dragged her into a little room where there were a few pompoms and old cheerleader sweaters – a small cement alcove, just slightly bigger than a broom closet, where the cheerleaders apparently stored their spare gear. Apparently Pam had give them a key, for one of them had messed with shutting the door once they had dragged her inside. The whole thing had happened so fast that few people, if anyone, would have seen her. And then she realized that she had just stalked off from Steve, so there was no way that he would possibly come looking for her for hours. He'd probably think she had gone home or maybe gone out to a bar.
"Please, please, please!" she now screamed. The response was a hard punch to her stomach by one of her captors. It sent her sprawling onto the concrete floor and knocked the breath out of her, so she spent the next minute gasping and choking and crying, just trying to catch her wind again and not pass out. If she pasted out, there was no telling what these animals might do with her – maybe carve their initials into her stomach, maybe slice off her breasts.
But now, Barry and Stuart had their jackets and dirty T-shirts off, revealing body-builders chests and torsos. Sweat gleamed from their pale skin. Finally, one of them spoke in a voice that sounded like gun metaclass="underline" "Listen, bitch, if we hear one more peep out of you, we'll kill you. You got that? I'm not kidding about this, OK?"
"Yeah," said Linda in a quivering voice. Her stomach still ached from the punch.
"And what's more," said the other one sneeringly, "You'd better damn well enjoy it. We better hear some moaning and you'd better do a job of scratching our backs and blowing us and making us feel good. OK?"
Linda nodded her head miserably. If I had a gun right now, I'd kill these stupid idiots and then probably kill myself. I want to die, she thought.
Now the two gang members had pulled off their clothes, tossing their filthy jeans and underpants off into the corner. Both of them had huge erections, both standing up straight again their hard flat stomachs. The short hair that covered their bodies in a kind of fur, offered a stark contrast to the messy, greasy hair atop their heads, she had to admit at the immense shafts of their manhood, lancing out from their sparse pubic hair.
"Pretty little thing, ain't she, Barry?" asked the one who was apparently Stuart.
"I can dig it, Bro," said Barry, licking his lips. "She looks real tasty."
"Well, come on, bitch," said Stuart. "Let's get it on. Take those pretty little clothes off. I been dreaming about you all week."
"Wait a minute," Barry cut in. "I want her to suck me off right now."
"Good idea, Bro," said Stuart with a grin. "Bitch, get your ass over to this dude and get on your knees and show him how you suck your husband!" Horrified, but still scared of being beaten further, Linda complied. She decided that she wanted to get out of this alive. Never again, she vowed, will I ever be upset with Steve for anything he does.
In an instant, though, such thoughts were chased from her mind as Barry grabbed her by the hair and guided her face roughly into his blood-engorged member. In the back of her mind, she knew that the sense of overpowering maleness that pervaded the room was somehow fascinating her, despite the repulsion she felt. And it gave her the gem of an idea just as she started licking on the fully erect purple-veined cock in front of her.
"Why make me suffer, Barry?" she asked as nicely as she could. "I didn't mean to insult you. I like you, so maybe if we just take it slow…"
"Nice acting, baby, but it ain't gonna work," said Stuart, interrupting her. "You're gonna do exactly as we say, cunt. How do you think we feel sitting there in the class all day while you prance around in your tight little clothes and bore us with all this crap about Charlemagne and Julius Caesar and the Visigoths?"
"Well, I do the best I can. I'm sorry if you don't like it, but this is hardly the way to show it. I'd be happy to talk with you any time."
And she now gagged as Barry shoved the soft tip of his meaty thickness into her mouth as a he talked. "The only thing I want to hear from you is the sound of you sucking my cock," he said, then laughed evilly. "Now suck it hard bitch, or I'll make you really sorry!"
Damn, she thought. There was no way out of this mess! Steve would absolutely die if he knew that two teen-age punks with greasy hair were about to rape her, and probably just a few feet from where he was sitting.
Linda now closed her eyes. The humiliation, the debasement. Lord, she just couldn't go through with it. But when she refused, rolling her head from side to side to avoid touching the heated flesh with her lips, Barry grabbed her cruelly by the shoulders, digging his powerful fingers into her soft flesh until she cried out.
"Open up, you little slut!" he yelled. Then he grabbed her fluffy brown hair and yanked her head until she cried from the pain. "Now, just be a good girl and suck off Daddy and everything will be cool!"
Fear and mortification came out in a moan, but Linda did as directed, closing her succulent lips hesitantly around the spongy tip of his rock-hard shaft. Steve had never forced her to do anything this awful, she thought, but to her surprise, it didn't taste nearly as bad as she had expected. She could already taste the odd, salty flavor of the clear but creamy liquid now oozing out of the end of his cock.