Suddenly, she felt Mike grab her wrists and start to bind them with the other ropes.
"No, you son of a bitch!" she screamed, pulling away and lashing out at him. "If I could, I'd kill you right now. And if I can't, Dave sure as her will."
"You fucking little whore!" Mike said, slapping her back down as Trish tried to raise herself on her tortured knees. "You try that shit one more time, and I'll beat the living hell out of you!" He grabbed her arm and twisted it cruelly behind her back until Trish shrieked from the pain, certain that her shoulder had been dislocated.
He pulled her up at the waist as high as her wide-spread legs would allow and then tied her bound arms to the back bedposts. Trish found herself lying face down on the bed, with her arms and legs pulled cruelly to the sides and her beautiful young ass sticking up into the air.
"No, bitch," Mike said, admiring his handiwork, "it's time for the fun to get started for real." He slid his hand teasingly over her ass and underneath where he shoved three fingers into her cunt. Trish felt the invasion as a stabbing arc of pain exploded in her cunt.
"Goddamn, sister dear, that tight pussy is still dripping. Don't you ever get enough cock?" Mike teased, working his fingers deep into the meat of her cunt until Trish felt her ass begin to twitch in spite of herself.
"Oh, please, Mike. Not so hard. Finger me easier. Fuck me all you want, but please don't hurt me any more," Trish pleaded as her voice broke in sobs that were half pain and half pleasure.
"You can count on that, honey." Mike smiled down at her squirming ass. "But I just don't see how I can keep all this horny, hot pussy to myself. Do you?"
Something in his voice clutched at Trish's throat and she turned her head to look at him as best as she could in her bound position.
"What do you mean?" the tormented young woman asked with a tremble in her throat.
"Just what I said," Mike replied, pulling his fingers from her dripping cunt lips with a slurping pop. "I've got a couple of friends that have never seen anything like you. How could I get all this good ass and not share it with my buddies?"
In growing horror, Trish saw him disappear from her field of vision, and then she heard him pick up the phone and dial a number.
After a moment, someone answered at the other end.
"Hey, Charlie!" she heard Mike say. "Have I got something special for you…"
Trish felt the tears come to her eyes as she listened to Mike describing her like a piece of fresh meat. Not only is he raping me, she thought, but now he's inviting a friend over to join in the fun.
"Yeah, that's right," she heard him continue. "Be sure to call Greg and bring him along. It's one of the finest pieces of ass you'll ever find." Mike hung up the receiver with a click that sounded to Trish like, her own death sentence.
"Now, baby," Mike said, climbing on the bed behind her, "we're gonna have company in a few minutes. So until they get here, you and I are gonna have some more good fucking."
CHAPTER FIVE
Trish felt Mike's weight move the bed as he climbed up behind her.
"Have you ever had three pricks in you at once?" Mike asked as Trish felt him slide the blood-engorged head of his cock along the length of her cunt lips from the very top end of her pussy slit to the puckered ring of her ass. "Just think, sister dear. Three great big pricks fucking into your body at one time, ripping your throat out, shoving up your cunt and ass. Three big cocks full of hot cum to spray all your sweet fuck holes full of jizz."
"You bastard," Trish groaned, feeling her beginning ripples of orgasm as her cunt responded to the movements of his cockhead over her pussy lips. She had already begun to quiver inside, and even now she could feel the first drippings of cum that would soon start to gush from her cunt slit. "You wouldn't dare bring anybody else in here to witness you raping me!"
"Witness?" Mike's laugh was unbelievably hard. "Witness hell! You naive little slut, they're gonna be too busy fucking you themselves to ever dream of telling anybody about me."
"But you do have one point, though. We don't want to fuck you so much that it rubs all the hair off your cunt. We wouldn't want brother Dave to come home to a worn-out, bald pussy, now would we? I guess I'd better have Ginny come in and join all the fun. But first, I've got something for you."
For a moment, Mike left the bed, and then he returned.
"You know," he said, reaching underneath to grab one of her tits with one hand while guiding his throbbing cockhead back and forth along the path of her cunt lips with his other hand. "I was just thinking what a shame it was I couldn't fuck more than one of your holes at a time all by myself. But now I think I've got that problem all worked out."
Over her shoulder, Mike dropped a long, thick-braided sash. It was the tie for one of Ginny's robes. Trish had seen the girl wearing it every morning since she had been in the house and never even paid any attention. Now the sight of its thick length sent chills of dread crawling up her spine, for she knew where it was going to be used.
"No Mike, I can't take that up my ass," Trish begged, her face blanching. "I can't. It'll hurt too much."
"Sure you can," Mike said as the probing end of his cock nestled into the opening of her cunt instead of slipping back and forth as before. "You're gonna love it, baby. When you start to cum, I'll yank it out nice and fast. Just like jerking on a lawn mower cord."
His cock stabbed quickly as he yanked her hips back against him. The cockhead fucked deep into her tortured cunt. Trish shrieked at the searing agony as the swollen cock fucked ever deeper into her pussy.
"You'd be surprised how fast his rope can crank your motor over, baby," Mike teased.
The young woman's brain exploded as she bit her lip to try to hold back the pain that tore through her body. But it was too much as the burning sword of his prick began jamming in and out between the tortured walls of her pussy.
"Aaaaaaarghhhhhhh!" she screamed. Oh please, Jesus, she pleaded silently, let me pass out. I can't stand any more of this agony. But still she retained her consciousness, still she felt the throbbing plummet of Mike's cock as it fucked into her pussy depths and the air sucking rush as he pulled back for another fuck-plunge… and another… and another.
"God, stop!" she shrieked.
"Now, baby," Mike said, never slowing his pounding fucking of her cunt. "You don't want to say things like that. You might hurt my delicate feelings, and then I'd have to spank you."
Without warning, Trish felt her tormentor bring his palm down across her quivering ass with a tremendous, resounding slap, and she could feel the welt rise from her ass flesh.
"Stop, Mike," she pleaded, "please."
Again his hand fell and the echoing smack of his sweating palm across her reddening ass filled the room.
"Naaaaaahhhhh!" she screeched, struggling vainly against the tight bonds that held her trussed like a pig. And even through the searing pain, through the teeth-gritting slaps, Trish was horrified to find that her guts had begun to churn in the first stages of orgasm.
"Ohhhhh, it hurts," Trish panted, flinching at the blow that she knew was coming.
"Shit!" Mike said, always keeping up the rapid, deep strokes of his fucking hips, "you ain't seen nothing yet. By the time I'm finished whipping this sweet ass of yours, it's gonna look like hamburger."
For a couple of minutes, Trish was afraid that his words were no exaggeration. Over and over, his hand rose and fell with jarring punctuality. Red palm prints stood out all over her abused ass.
"Just let me know when you've decided to be a good little girl," Mike hissed between blows, "and I'll make your ass feel good instead of bad."
For only a moment, Trish tried to concentrate on the wonderful, hot feel of his cock fucking into her cunt, but only for a moment. Every time she was able to relax enough to really feel his huge prick, Mike's hard hand would strike her ass, causing all the muscles in her body to contract.