"The bloody big moron would go and ruin everything," moaned Billy, looking down at his weapon as he moved to sit with the girls. They were sitting up, Linda's arms around Jenny and both of them anxiously looking at the prostrate form of Jim Yates lying flat on his back with that horse's cock hanging limply over his thigh.
"Well, what are you going to do now?" queried Billy.
"Tie up the bastard," Hugh said, going to the kitchen to get some rope. "Get some more beer and mix a couple of strong vodkas for the birds, Billy. That'll keep you busy," he ordered.
As soon as Hugh left the room Tiger suddenly pushed Linda's arms away from her tight hold around Jenny, picked the model up and carried her, kicking and flailing her arms to the bedroom. She was struggling violently with him on the bed when Billy brought in a beer and vodka.
"Shut the door when you go out, Billy," he yelled pushing Jenny back onto the bed and holding her shoulders down while he kneed her legs apart.
Outside the door Billy was faced with a scratching, clawing Linda, her long hair flying about her face as she tried to push past to wrench open the door.
"Let me in, let me in," she screamed deliriously.
Billy ducked and dodged the savagely clawing girl until he grabbed her around the waist, took a handful of hair, pulling her head back so that he could clamp his mouth hard down on one of her heaving young breasts. His cock shot up into a rock hard, curving rod; his hand went between her ass-cheeks where he was just getting a finger into her wet crevice when he felt Hugh's arm go around his neck. He was forced to release the girl who rushed to the bedroom door calling out for Jenny. Temporarily she was strengthened by the adrenaline flowing into her system, and the haze of hashish and alcohol momentarily cleared. If I don't resist these mad animals there's no hope for me. I'll die, she thought bitterly, rather than give in and be at the mercy of these dreadful beach bums. Her sudden move to the door had caught both Hugh and Billy by surprise and she had the door open before they joined forces and grabbed her.
Before being dragged away from the bedroom she was horrified at the sight that met her eyes. Her wonderful Jenny had her long legs wrapped tightly around the savagely pumping Tiger who was kissing her and licking her unresisting body from top to toe. Trembling in abject terror and desolation at being deserted by her love, her sudden burst of strength expended, Linda allowed herself to be dragged back to the couch after the bedroom door was slammed in her face.
Flung onto the couch, she heard Hugh saying, "Don't let the bitch get up while I finish tying old Sludgie's wrists together." Billy placed his foot in the small of her back, pressing her down while Hugh completed the tying.
"That'll hold the horny lunatic," Hugh laughed, satisfied now that everything was under control.
Taking a long swig from a can of beer, Billy was also amused at the sight of the powerful surfer lying helpless as a baby on the floor, his wrists tied securely.
"I want to feel her cunt," Billy said, bending down and rubbing his hand over the cheeks of Linda's vulnerable buttocks. He felt her shiver at his touch. "She's a jumpy bitch all right," he said, pushing harder with his foot against the terrified girl's back.
"Go on, have a feel," Hugh said generously, enjoying the scene. He didn't see Linda as a tortured, suffering and pathetic girl of fifteen, but as a stuck-up little bitch who should be taught a lesson. She's asked for it, he said to himself, and by God she's going to get it. The sight of her writhing and fucking against his cousin had brought him to a state where he desired savagely to have her want him as badly as she wanted the girl. Jesus, he thought, it'll take two of us at least to give her all the cock she wants.
Lying flat on her stomach, Linda jerked forward from the sudden clutch of Billy's hand going deep into the cleft of her ass-cheeks and rubbing clammily into the wetness of her pussy. Her yell of protest was cut off when her head was shoved viciously face down into the couch. Oh my God, they'll kill me if I move, she thought. There's no escape. She tried to wriggle her buttocks away from the pushing hand salaciously rubbing from her anus down to the entrance of her vagina, attempting with all her remaining strength to evade the fiercely digging fingers seeking her cuntal entrance. She felt him find the wet, silky smooth opening and ram his finger hard forward, cruelly violating her vaginal passage. Not content with grinding one finger in the tender recesses of her delicate cunt he brutally shoved two, then three fingers and finally his whole hand up her sorely stretched passage.
"Oooooohhhh," she screamed wildly, lifting her shoulders to swing weakly with her arm back at the burly leg pushing into her back. Again her head was shoved down. She couldn't bear it, she just couldn't, it was inhuman. The muscles of her cunt tried to eject that cruelly invading hand but that only excited the brute more. Her gorge rose and she felt sick to her stomach.
Hugh drained a can of beer, moved over to the couch and kneeled behind her, watching the poor writhing pinioned girl.
"OK, you've had your feel, Billy," he said, pulling the hand away from her wet slit. "Sit down and hold her head while I give it to her from behind."
Billy sat at the far end of the large couch, lifting the crying girl's tear-stained face to confront his throbbing member. He thrust it into her sobbing mouth, delighted with the spectacle of its hugeness making Linda's cheeks bulge lewdly. In desperation she knew she'd have to suck him off if she were ever to get out of this intolerable torment. She sucked back and forth like an automaton, her eyes glazed in her semi-consciousness.
"You love it, you little whore, don't you?" Billy sneered. "Come on Hugh, she wants to be filled at both ends; ram the old avenger home."
Linda could only manage a token resistance, piteously trying to keep her legs together as Hugh grabbed her by the waist to lift her buttocks into the air. She felt his groping hands move down to her sorely ravaged pussy, felt his fingers parting the almost hairless lips to guide the large head of his cock into her inflamed cunt, her body protesting in jerky spasms. She felt the blood-filled head of his hot cock move in, expanding her vagina as it moved, then she screeched as Hugh savagely rammed far into her belly so quickly and roughly that her tender vaginal passage burned as though a red-hot poker had been thrust up her.
"Please, please no more, I can't stand any more," she withdrew her mouth from Billy's wetly glistening member to plead. Billy grabbed her head on both sides and thrust it back at the wildly jumping head of his cock, shoving her head back and forth energetically while Hugh's shaft seared into her cunt in the same rhythm. There was to be no mercy for her. She felt like a tribal sacrifice in some primitive native ritual. She was no longer a person, she was just a juicy, wet hole to be fucked and fucked and fucked. If only I could pass out, she thought. If only I could die!
Hugh reached over to the coffee table beside the couch and picked up a glass of straight vodka. "Here make the little fucker drink this," he said, handing it to Billy.
They were both surprised when Linda drank greedily, spilling much of it down her chin in her anxiety to find oblivion. They won't want me unconscious, she thought, and even if they do, I won't feel anything. But already she was half-conscious of the reaction of her vagina and clitoris to the squelchily thrusting and withdrawing cock that was making her belly quiver. She could feel the sex fire building up against her wilclass="underline" her buttocks were beginning to grind back into Hugh's pelvis despite the pain she felt from the way he had mercilessly entered her.
He had never sunk his cock so deeply into her before… she could feel it right into her womb… it must be because of this new position.