Madeleine continued to stare in disbelief, but tore her attention from the entwined couple as McShea let loose of her and began to peel the rubber suit from himself. She stood as if petrified, then, backed against the table while he shed everything but a pair of tight-fitting swimming trunks that showed the massive bulge at his crotch, and then she gaped in despair at Shannon who was watching helplessly.
"All right, cunt… hike up your dress and show me your pretty legs," McShea ordered, standing back with hands on hips and grinning lasciviously at her.
Madeleine felt a wave of revulsion course through her. She pressed her buttocks against the table rim and shook her head slowly. "N-Never… never," she hissed. "You'll have to rape me, damn you!"
McShea's grin broadened. He said: "I don't think so, cunt. I think you'll be glad to do anything I ask…" He paused, then approached Shannon's helpless form secured in the chair. Twice, he struck the bound man across the face, Shannon's head rocking viciously from the force of the blows. Again, he raised his hand and Madeleine screamed.
"Stop it! Stop it…! I-I'll do it… anything you say… only don't beat him anymore…"
McShea chuckled sadistically while Axel smirked lewdly as Annette helped the gaunt one strip to his own trunks.
"Okay, bitch… let's get a look at those long, hot legs," repeated McShea.
Madeleine's feeling of revulsion and disgust, although still prevalent, was far overshadowed by her love and pity for her Shannon. Mon Dieu! She would do anything to spare her lover pain! Anything! She reached down to the hem of the tiny dress and lifted it a couple of inches.
"Higher!"
She raised the skirt which clung to her hips up to the triangle of the sheer panties covering her genitals, watching his eyes bug and his mouth fall open.
"Sit up on the edge of the table and open your legs," he ordered and she did, her skirt pulled high, spreading her thighs in shamed reluctance, giving him a bird's eye view of the soft swollen place between, her tight split outlined enticingly beneath the thin, gauzy material, tiny strands of soft, resilient pubic hair slipping tantalizing out from beneath the crotch band.
McShea's mouth went dry. Axel and Annette, who had gone behind the bar, watched with seeming excitement lighting their faces. Shannon stared blurry-eyed, a feeling of nauseating helplessness gripping him. McShea began to breathe heavily. He enjoyed a session of exhibitionism to prod his lust before he performed. He said: "Take off your panties."
Madeleine hesitated, but only briefly. Dear God, she thought, all was lost! They'd kill them before they were done with it, just as they had murdered poor Ginny Novak… But she had to do what she could to stave that horrible moment off. She shivered as she slipped her hands under her slightly trembling buttocks, grasped the flimsy material and edged the garment off her hips, down her thighs and over her low-heeled shoes, letting them drop to the floor in a useless pile.
McShea licked his lips. "Open wide," he snapped.
She spread her legs until her knees were wide apart. She felt giddy, almost as if she might faint as his eyes locked lustfully upon her completely exposed vagina, its moist pink flesh flowered open to him from her obscene position.
He made a grunting, animal sound. His prick had leaped into hardness inside his trunks as he stared at the open target of soft flesh in its wreath of silken, black cuntal fleece, her round full thighs spread open provocatively, if, unwillingly, the creamy-white orbs of her buttocks showing underneath. Roughly, he grabbed the waist band of his trunks and shoved them down, letting them fall to the floor to reveal his long, thick, rock-hard cock that was hot in his hand and already weeping from the tiny split at its tip.
Madeleine gaped at it; it was monstrous and it caused her lips to move in revulsion and her stomach to turn over. Desperately, she tried to cling to her wits.
"Pretty, eh bitch?" McShea taunted. "Make your mouth water, maybe?" He chuckled lewdly and began to stroke it as she watched in utter abhorrence.
"Go on, McShea," Axel prodded. He'd come around to the front of the bar and removed his trunks. He stood with a drink in his hand while Annette fondled his rigid prick standing out lustily from his bony loins. "Give it to her for Christ sakes. Let's start the show, eh?" He sat down his glass and tugged at the zipper of Annette's slacks. "Come on, kid… let's get those fucking clothes off. I'm about ready to pump a load into you."
Annette managed a smile and quickly began to comply, while, of a sudden, McShea reached out, grasping the low-cut bodice of Madeleine's dress with cruel, rough fingers, ripping it to her waist. She was wearing no bra and her young magnificent breasts burst into view before him. He caught her by the wrist and jerked her off the table, holding her as he tore the remaining remnants of cloth from her, then with a brutal twist of her arm, forced her to her knees before him, her tear-stained face even with his thrusting, jerking prick.
"All right, cunt… suck it!"
Numbly, Madeleine raised her eyes to him in a pleading, if, useless gesture, then automatically she wrapped her hand around the sticky, heavy-veined rod of flesh and McShea shoved his hips forward with a grunt, causing it to skin back until the spongy, purplish head popped from the thick foreskin, a scant inch from her dreading eyes.
"Well, bitch? You know what to do with it!" the big man taunted sharply. "Rub it around your lips, then lick it clean from tip to balls… and be Godamned quick about it!"
The nauseating thought nearly caused Madeleine to gag; she was certain she could smell its foulness. Oh God… she could never… but then, she stole a look at Shannon's helpless, bound figure and steeled herself to the task… moving forward. Through sheer force of will, her tiny pink tongue came out and she licked down the full length of the stiff lust-hardened shaft, sickened by the thought of her mouth being used as a receptacle of lust for this vile pig, and the repulsive thought of his lewd sperm being eventually pumped deep into her unwilling womb. Oh God… my Shannon… my cheri… what's to become of us…?
"That's enough of that," she heard McShea bark suddenly. "Now suck it."
She did, hesitantly, surprised that its taste was not as horrid as she had anticipated, but merely a pungent, salty tang from the lake in which he had been swimming. She parted her lips, opening her mouth to slide them along and over the thick rubbery head, along the full length of her tongue, the tiny drops of seepage from it filling the warm cavern of her mouth with its acid-like, racy piquancy.
Axel watched with Annette's naked body pressed tightly to his own, his arm around her slender waist, and his long finger playing down over her flat belly and pubic mound, to ease between her slightly spread thighs into the moist pink slit of her cunt, while she massaged and stroked his jutting prick with rhythmic caresses. He watched with lust-filled eyes as McShea began a slow undulation with his hips, sliding the thick cock in and out of Madeleine's obscenely clasped lips with a wet sucking sound, guided by his hand now ensnarled in her long, blonde-tinted hair. He watched the puffing of her cheeks as her head bobbed back and forth on the end of his prick with reluctant subservience, and McShea shoved the throbbing shaft deep into her mouth viciously. The big man's grin was widening with each thrust into the trapped face, and she groaned in degraded submission between his legs. What she needed was a bit more stimulant, Axel thought salaciously… and Annette had anticipated him.
"Why don't you help him, cheri?" she whispered up at him, giving his throbbing cock an exciting little squeeze. "I'd like to see that… her sucking McShea while you fuck her from behind… the bitch!"