She lashed the fevered snake of her tongue over the sliding rod of Charlie's cock. She sucked at the musky, oozing prickhead, pulled it deep into her throat, and taste the first faint drops of his clear pre-cum. There was no longer such a thing as humiliation. The sensation of degradation had disappeared from her world, been pushed out by her thundering hunger for cock, her thirst for the flavor of jism.
The very thought of his cock cream splashing into her throat drove the tortured young woman insane with passion. She wanted his cum, needed it desperately.
"Mmmmmmmmmm," she purred.
"Lick my cock, you cum-hungry whore!" Charlie growled. "Now, slut! Suck my fucking cock now!"
Trish felt the cockhead expand inside her throat, and then the first spray of Charlie's jism splashed onto her tonsils.
"Jesus Christ!" he grunted. "You never get enough, do you bitch?"
He was like a factory for cum, sending stream after stream of molten fuck cream down her throat. Soon his cum was churning and bubbling from between her lips, sending twin tongues of silky jism running from Trish's nostrils.
"Lick it all down, bitch," Charlie said, keeping up his steady pounding. "Suck down every drop."
With the first blast of Charlie's scalding cum that hit her throat, Trish felt her cunt begin to churn. And then it blew up. She felt as if her head were being ripped off by the force of her orgasm, but her mouth and throat were so filled with the man's huge cum-spouting cock that she could only grunt and gasp. Over and over, he fucked his prick into her throat until his wiry cock hairs ground into her nose. Over and over again, Trish felt climaxes tear through her pussy.
When she began to buck, she felt Ginny's mouth go back to work, teasing and sucking at her cunt lips and clit. When the first massive orgasm tore through her body, Trish did not so much ooze cum as spray it with the force of her cunt's contracting walls. The gobs of her pale pussy cream splashed across Ginny's lips and face, smearing it even more with gleaming cum.
Over and over, Trish grunted and swallowed. Spraying and being sprayed like a pump that took cum in at one end and then put it out at the other.
"Mmmmffff, rnmmmmfffff," she moaned, as she felt the last of her orgasmic convulsions die down into a series of tiny muscular quiverings.
"There," Charlie grunted, fucking in his last gobs of sticky cum.
Trish felt so ashamed when the last of her orgasms had died, that she turned her head away. Charlie's cock slid from her mouth and smeared trickling of cum across her cheek. There was now nothing left of her world. It had been so shattered by pain and humiliation that Trish felt there was no way she could ever put any of it together again.
These animals had used her in every way imaginable, even making her submit to the hungry mouth of a young girl. And what was even worse, she had so obviously enjoyed the girl's licking of her cunt that there was no way Trish could pretend it was not true. Surely, she told herself, there is nothing more they can do to me. But then, she heard Mike's sadistic laugh.
"Now, you bitch," she heard him growl, we've got a really special treat for you.
The threat was too much for her. In fear and shame, Trish fainted. Her body sagged limply in the chains.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Trish Wheeler was passing through a long, dark passage. No light existed anywhere except at the very end of that darkness. Trish began to hear voices, but only faintly. The words were unclear and jumbled. She struggled to understand, but the elusive phrases escaped her comprehension.
The light began to grow, and her eyes tried to focus. The voices grew clearer, and someone was throwing cold water in her face.
"Come on, little whore," she heard Mike say teasingly. "You aren't finished yet. You got your goodies licked by Ginny. I think it's only fair that you return the favor for her. In the meantime, there's no reason that the rest of us can't have a little bit of fun, too."
In shock, Trish gazed across the room. The manacles that she had so recently occupied now imprisoned Ginny.
The young girl's wrists and ankles had been chained, her arms and legs spread wide to accommodate her captives. But she had been harnessed up in such a way that she was bent forward at the waist. Greg stood behind the chained girl, the monstrous slab of his cock slamming in and out of her dripping cunt. Charlie, standing just to one side, had a double handful of the beautiful teenager's hair and had pulled her head around so that he could shove the fat length of his pulsing cockshaft between her bruised lips.
Ginny's face was smeared with sweat and cum. Her nude, firm body gleamed with sweat, and everywhere across her trembling tits, gobs of jism dried into crusty patches of salty milk. It was obvious that the three men had not wasted any time while Trish had been unconscious.
With little or no effort, Mike lifted the woman's aching body from the floor. He carried her across the room and dropped her to her knees in front of the grunting girl. It was only when he dumped her that Trish realized how exhausted she really was. Her aching arms would hardly support her weight, and she half fell forward, burying her face in the trembling, cum-slimed mounds of Ginny's tits. The young girl moaned softly as Trish's lips accidentally brushed against one nipple.
"Suck her tits, bitch!" Mike said, grabbing a handful of Trish's hair and pushing her face forward, burying ft in the girl's tits. "Suck it good and lick all that sticky cum off her nice titties."
The barely disguised threat in his voice made it more than clear that she had better do exactly as he demanded. But it was just too I much for Trish to bear.
"No, please, Mike," she pleaded, her voice barely rising above a whisper. "Don't make me do this. Haven't you done enough to me already?"
She felt hopelessness, knowing that nothing she said or did could have any effect on her torturer. At that instant, she felt the flat of Mike's palm slam across in a stinging blow to her ass, and as the pain brought a tear streaming across her cheek, Trish lurched forward and took Ginny's stiff young nipple deep into her mouth.
Poor kid she thought, as she looked up at Ginny's cock-stuffed face. But even as the thought entered her head, Trish felt the young girl shiver with delight from the feeling of having her tit sucked.
The nipple was hard and rubbery, and it tasted of cum from the coating of partially dried jism that covered its surface. Salt and sweat and man-smell. The odor of bodies that had absolutely wallowed in musky pools of lust. All the fragrances mingled to make a heady cloud of sensuality that caused Trish to become dizzy with its suffocating reality.
She kissed and licked, tracing the blue veins that ran outward until they became lost in the swollen pout of Ginny's nipple. Salt and cum. Odors and tastes. Poor baby, Trish thought again. If they're going to make me do this, the least I can do is make her feel good after the job she did on me.
Trish's tongue slid softly through the valley between the beautiful twin globes of Ginny's quivering tits. She kissed and sucked at the almost invisible, blond hairs that trembled and jutted outward from the girl's skin. It tastes good, she thought with amazement.
Her lips traced fire and ice, and as her growing hunger caused her to suck first one nipple and then the other into her watering mouth, Trish was rewarded by the sound of a grunting groan as it built in the back of the teenager's throat and forced its way around the spit-slimed shaft of Charlie's cock. Trish soon found that Ginny's chest was clean of cum and sweat, shining now with the juices of Trish's own lips.