"That's it, bitch," Mike grunted, fucking one last thick glob of cum into her guts. "You got the whole load."
Trish lay beneath his massive frame, and again she was made aware of her shame and humiliation. Is there no end to his ideas for my degradation before this horror ends? she wondered.
Had he really called his friends, or was he only playing a torturous prank? With terrible finality, her question was answered, and Trish knew that her nightmare had only just begun. A car door slammed outside, and then came the sound of the front door, and she heard voices downstairs.
"Oh, good," Mike smiled sadistically as he donned his bathrobe. "Our company's here."
CHAPTER SIX
"Well, well, well," Trish heard a strange voice say from behind. "Looks like we've got a trussed pussy."
She couldn't see his face from her position, but she got an impression of a huge hulk of a man. She heard him approaching the bed, and then came the sound of him shedding his clothes. Suddenly, the man that Mike had called Charlie untied her feet and hands and Trish collapsed forward across the bed. The reprieve she had wanted for what seemed hours was only a partial relief. Her body was so weak from the constant strain that she quivered all over.
"Christ," the voice from behind said, "you're the best Mike has ever arranged so far. Where the hell did he come up with you?"
"What… what are you talking about?"
Trish asked through the fog of her stupor.
"The best?"
"You mean Mike hasn't mentioned all the pussies we've had downstairs in the basement? Oh, yeah, we get 'em in here and fuck their brains out. By the time we've finished, they love it. Hell, by the time we're done, they even like riding the fur."
Trish's mind churned in a frenzy of horror at his words. Do they do this all the time? Bring women out here to rape and torture them? She was really terrified of what these men might do. Why had none of the girls turned them in? Had they killed them? And what had he meant about riding the fur? She turned in fear, and for the first time, she got a good look at Charlie and gasped.
The man was under six feet, but from his huge barrel chest and steel worker's arms, she guessed that he had to weigh two hundred ten pounds easily. His legs were strongly muscled, like his arms. And from the top of his chest to his ankles, the man was nearly covered with a heavy growth of curly black hair. He was the furriest man Trish had ever seen.
However, the most awesome part of Charlie's anatomy was his cock. It wasn't as long as Mike's or Dave's, probably no more than nine inches. But as he stood there, almost drooling at the sight of her naked tits, Trish saw it swell until it looked nearly as big around as his forearm.
"That's a sweet-looking set of tits you've got there," he grinned, moving toward her. "You ever had them fucked? Mike tells me that you just dearly love to suck big hard cocks. Is that right, honey?"
Trish tried to back away, but he pushed her down on the bed. Charlie sat on her stomach and pinned her flailing arms with his knees. Trish could feel the weight of his balls dragging across her stomach. They felt hard and swollen, filled with cum. His cock was an oily python sliding its way back and forth between her tits. He took a tit in each of his massive hands and used them to encircle his sliding prickrod. As Charlie pushed forward and pulled back, the smell of his crotch was almost overpowering. It was a wet, greasy odor of not having bothered to shower or change clothes before he came over. It was a dank, musky smell.
As his hunching over her tits increased in intensity and the cockhead began pounding at her chin and lips, Trish tried to concentrate on the pain in her pinned arms. Anything, anything to keep from giving this man what he wanted. Anything to keep from reverting to the grunting, rutting bitch animal that she knew waited just beneath her facade.
She thought of Dave. She thought of how much she loved him, of how much his love meant to her. But even then, the sight of that thick cock bobbing right in front of her face, the tiny, clear drops of pre-cum that oozed from its hole, the smell of his crotch excited her.
"Eat it, you cock-sucking bitch," Charlie grunted, sweat standing out on his brow and unshaven upper lip. "Suck my big cock. Drink all my jizz."
It was awful, Trish moaned to herself. She was humiliated by it, degraded with the loathing that she felt for this beast who hunched at her face. And suddenly, to Trish's shame, she knew that she loved it. Her lips parted, and she leaned forward, taking the vile, throbbing head of his cock into her mouth.
"Yeah, that's fine stuff," Charlie panted. "Go after what you're hungry for, you cum licking whore."
Trish did as he ordered her, diving fiercely, her head bobbing over the head of his cock. She bit gently, nibbled greedily at it, lashing her cockhead with the tip of her tongue every time it escaped from her clutching, sucking lips. Her passion became more intense with each pounding fuck-stroke between her lips, an aching throb that rose between her thighs and seemed to echo through the cock-hungry emptiness of her wet cunt. As it did so, she felt the reality of his cock, the massiveness of the huge fucker that slid its greasy way between her upward pinched tits and slammed like a battering ram into her teeth, her lips, her tongue. Charlie's cock began to swell even larger than before, and Trish could see one huge vein pounding as it traced its blue path down the side of his immense slab of prickmeat.
His balls slammed into her tits with a resounding slap of cum-loaded flesh. With the swelling of his prick, Trish felt the throbbing cockhead reach even deeper into her mouth each time he fucked forward, and even when he pulled back, its tip was no longer beyond the reach of her tongue.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned between thrusts of the cockhead into her mouth. "It tastes… tastes so fucking good. Give it to me. Cum… give me your cum!" Each cock broken moan was accompanied by her rutting grunts as she sucked and licked his greasy cock ever deeper into her starving mouth.
"You're gonna do just fine, bitch," Charlie said, raising himself a bit so that he could shove his cock even deeper into her gasping, drooling mouth.
His raised knees freed her pinned arms, but it didn't matter. Trish was so far gone in her cock-hunger that she never thought of trying to escape his mouth-fucking.
"You want my jizz, slut?" Charlie teased. "You want a big load of cum to eat?"
"Ummm-hmmmmmmm!" she moaned around the length of his plunging, greasy prick. "Mmmmmff… mmmmfff!"
Suddenly, Charlie's cock fucked all the way into the back of her throat and exploded with steaming wads of his bubbling jism.
Trish wanted it all, wanted him to fuck his huge, purple-headed prick all the way down her throat. The cum seemed to boil and froth inside her desperately sucking mouth. She was starving for cum, and her throat muscles rippled convulsively as she tried to swallow it all and not lose any.
With the first spray, Trish had felt her cunt begin to thrash madly in its empty fury. Then her pussy guts exploded with fire. Charlie's cum only added fuel to the flames.
"Mother-fuck!" Charlie groaned as his cum filled her mouth and began flowing back in a scalding wash over his cock. "Suck my jizz, you cum-hungry whore! Eat down every inch of my cock and don't lose a drop of cum."
But try as she might, Trish could not swallow fast enough to get all of his tidal wave of jism. Cum blew up through the back of her throat and sent sticky, white streams trickling from both her nostrils. Gouts of thick cum gobs splashed from the corners of her mouth. The spray splashed over Charlie's cock hairs, and each time he fucked back downward, he smeared more cum across the cock-swollen cheeks of her lovely face.
"Mmmmmmmfff!" Trish choked. She had thought he was finished, but always another spray of his delicious cum was shot into her throat to splash off her tonsils and run streaming into her hungry guts.