Daughter degraded

CHAPTER EIGHT

For one moment Cindy thought of some of the boys at school. How would they look at her if they knew she were behaving like this, growling and howling at the dick reaming her out, disgracing her? She had had the reputation of being a little Miss Goody-Two-Shoes. Well, she would have something to tell them now, something that would make their hairs stand up on end!

"Ummmmmmm!"

It was almost like a battle, a struggle on the narrow squeaking couch. The wooden frame under them groaned, threatening to crack and give way under their weight.

"Fuck it out, bitch, fuck…"

Jack's voice was cut off. He was letting out strange strangled cries.

Cindy knew he was on the brink, about ready to fire his load in her cunt. It would be just like the last time when he filled her pussy with his man cream, when she flexed her cunt muscles, milking the sides of his cumming dick.

How good it felt, how wonderful it was sensing the wads of jizz spattering against her cuntal walls! There could be nothing in the world to describe that sensation! Even under these circumstances that moment of insanity, that instant when both of them toppled over the edge of reason and flew into the crazy world of orgasm was wonderful. It almost made this terrible ordeal worthwhile.

Cindy was growling like a bitch… a low, harsh sound that tore at her vocal cords. The whirling knot of lust in her crotch was about to explode. She hated the excitement, the cock and hands that caused it, and the man who rode her with vicious fuck thrusts. Each one was making her body shake, making her tits shiver and rock while her nipples still were twisted and torn.

"Now, bitch!"

Cindy tried to hold off. The hot furnace blast of heat between her thighs grew and grew. She could hear the squishing sounds of his dick slurping through her cunt, hear the sounds of her wet pussy flesh rubbing continually against his dick.

She was close, as close as he was! As much as she hated him, as much as she wanted to tear off his face, Cindy needed Jack now. She needed him to take care of that awful pulsing itch threatening to blast through her pussy with atomic force!

"Now!"

It was her voice, her voice joining his, warning him she was about to pop! The camera clicked, the tape-recorder hummed.

And, yet, all the girl could think of at this moment was that razor-sharp edge of arousal she was teetering on now. The tension had built up in her pussy until her cunt was clamping tightly around his cock. Cindy gritted her teeth. She had no energy for growling or gasping now. All her will was focused in her cunt, pinpointing around the pistoning rock of Jack's dickmeat!

Her climax was just a fraction of a second away from bursting, from ripping through her muscles, Cindy knew Jack's dick was ready to go off now. All she had to do was wait for the spurt and then his cock would be hard and throbbing. She wondered if she could snap his prick with her cunt muscles. Her cunt certainly seemed strong enough for that feat.

"Ugh!"

Cindy felt his dick thickening. The pounding bet of his cock thrusts slowed for just an instant. Then suddenly they resumed, more furious than ever.

Jack was growling like a mad dog, his body shivering, shaking, becoming more violent than it had when he fucked her before. Savaging her in this way was an obvious turn-on. The still photos couldn't possibly capture the rage, the lust he was throwing into this sexual mania.

With a furious jab his cockhead banged in. Cindy felt the blunt point stab in. She held on, clawing the dirty couch cushion.

"Yagggghhh!"

Jack slammed his belly against her ass, his fingers leaving long red marks on her thighs and butt. A lava-like blast of jizz fire hosed against her cuntal membranes.

Cindy felt the huge gush of hot spunk splash, burning into her convulsing pussy walls. She gasped, blowing out the long breath she had held. Her pussy walls crashed in, holding tightly onto his exploding dick.

The tape was picking this up, all of it. Later she would hear herself, hear her own excited pants, her gasps, the unmistakable sounds of her delight in being raped this way.

"Fuck it! Fuck it!"

Jack was finishing up his cum. Men did it so fast! But Cindy was right in the middle of her climax, growling and snapping and panting like a dog. Her hips swerved uncontrollably. Cindy heard herself screaming. Jack bent down once more and bit her neck again. Another blast of cum shot up her snatch.

The terrifying impact of her climax ripped outward from her cunt. It was so overwhelming, so overpowering! It was far greater, more intense than the last one.

The flesh around her pussy and asshole was on fire. After each shivering throb of her cuntal walls, the ripples left her feeling empty until the next internal blast. Cindy sobbed, feeling his spurting, jabbing dickshaft. Her body had betrayed her. It was milking more and more cum from the big man's swinging balls.

God, God, she wanted more, more, so much more!

"Unnghhhhh…"

Jack pulled away after the last few shots, wiping the head of his bloated dick over her scarred ass.

Cindy fell forward, her arms collapsing under her head. Every inch of her body ached from the tension and beating she had received. "Got it all?"

Jack was steadying himself, sucking in lungfuls of air. Cindy covered her face with both hands, feeling her cunt still quivering, trembling, the walls rubbing together against the slick coating of jizz.

"Yeah. It oughtta go well in Texas. Man, them freaks out there in Dallas go nuts when they see broads like this," Don said, checking the camera.

Joe snapped off the tape-recorder.

"That little baby brings us in a lot," Jack said to Cindy, hitching up his pants and zipper.

"Now… now will you let me go?" Cindy asked, feeling as if her world had turned upside down.

"You haven't even begun here yet, baby. Hey, what's your name anyway?" Jack asked, tucking in his shirt after having slipped off the couch.

"Cindy," the girl whispered, wiping a stray tear from her cheek with her knuckles.

"Nice… nice. Think we'll use it for these shots. Sounds kinda innocent… they'll dig it, really like it."

"What's that?" Cindy gasped, her scalp crinkling with terror as she heard an unearthly scream echo through the house. She drew herself up from the couch, folding one leg over the other, feeling more cum oozing from her fuckhole. There was another scream, then another. She noticed that Don was missing.

"Damn, he's probably watching that damned movie again. Hey, come on, you'll probably like this," Jack said.

The big stud hitched one arm under her and pulled the protesting girl off the sofa.

Cindy steadied herself, feeling the warm trickle of cuntjuice and cum oozing down her thighs. She had become accustomed now to exposing herself in front of these men. Modesty was something of the past, something that had been erased by Jack, by that leather fuck a few moments ago, by that knife, and finally by the gang leader's fat dick reaming out her hole. No, there was no modesty left in her mind. There was only a will to survive to best these men, to come out on top.

Steadying herself mentally, Cindy followed them out of the living room, past all those suspiciously locked doors to a larger room at the end of the hall. As they entered it, Cindy guessed it must have served as a dining room in happier times. Now, it was empty except for several wooden folding chairs, a table and a projector whirring away at the back.

Cindy narrowed her eyes, seeing two big men and a slim dark-haired girl on the makeshift bed sheet screen before her. Her hair was cut short – straight and black – and combed over her forehead in bangs. As the image came into focus, Cindy saw the girl as Asian-Japanese or Chinese. Her tits were small – full and purple-tipped. Her belly was flat, her ribs somewhat visible. Her hips flared and her stomach tapered to the close cropped black V of her pussy.

She wore a dazed smile that became more unfocused as the two men took her. One man bent down, squeezing her jaw hard so her mouth stayed open. He forced her to her knees, swearing violently at her. Then, opening his pants, be pulled out a seven-inch dick and shoved it into her mouth, bouncing on the balls of his feet. The other man stretched out on the floor, his cock extended.

On closer examination, Cindy saw the two men were Don and Joe, obviously enjoying their part in this epic. As the young girl sucked, she was led back to where the other man lay. And while Don raised her hips to move her cunt over his dick, she kept on sucking, not missing a beat.

"Drugged," Cindy whispered, watching this horror.

"Sure," Jack said, chuckling. "First I thought you might need some… help. But hell, you're a natural for this kinda shit."

Cindy held her hands to her face, feeling her cheeks flush hot as the young girl in the movie became more and more involved in the two men. She was bouncing up and down like a puppet, her cunt splitting open. Then jizz began to spurt from Joe's dickhead, spattering her lips, spraying all over her face as he pulled out his dick to show the audience he was really cumming. The girl weakly raised one hand to protect herself from the hot spray. But he knocked her hand away, purposely shooting his jizz into her eyes, nose, mouth, down her throat, onto her tits.

Don kept pumping his cock into her cunt after Joe had finished. Joe staggered around for a few seconds, then came back, belt in hand. He raised the leather, dangling it in front of the girl. Though drugged, the young teen knew what was going to happen next. Even though the film was silent, Cindy swore she could hear the girl screaming as the leather cut through the air, finally biting into the girl's right cheek. Don reached up just in time to hold her into position, keeping her fastened to his crotch, his cock buried up to the hilt. Just then the film broke.

"Damn!" Don muttered.

"Got you worked up, huh? Don't worry," Jack said, flicking on the lights. "You'll get your chance with her just like you get your chance with all the others."

Cindy felt sick to her stomach. These men were smut movie producers as well, using these girls for their own pleasure as well. No wonder some of the girls they found on the roadsides were half-dazed. After they'd been through the mill, they were suffering from shell shock.

"And you'd be surprised who our customers are," Jack said, leading the girl out. "Good straight types, you know, San Fernando Valley guys… with the wife and kiddies and all that shit. Man, they eat this kinda shit up. Don't know how they hide it from the family, but that ain't our business."

"No, oh God, no," Cindy said, clapping her hands over her ears. She didn't want to hear about their sick little operation. All she wanted to do was go home.

"There's nothin' you can do about it, so just relax and enjoy it. We got somethin' else goin' in a while. Take 'er back and let or calm down… and don't fuck with her, Joe."

Rhoda was frantic. It was the following morning and still no Cindy. Brad had spent the evening and left early, reassuring her, even suggesting that Cindy might have run away.

No, no she wouldn't, Rhoda said to herself, calling the authorities again and again until she finally badgered them into agreeing to launching some sort of search for her.

That afternoon dragged by slowly. Rhoda called in sick, sitting by the phone, waiting for the police to call. It was nearly eight that evening before it rang.

"Yes? Have you found…"

"You got a nice, hot cunt. I want to fuck it, take my dick and stick it all the way in 'til you scream."

Rhoda jumped to her feet, one hand to her throat. Her daughter was missing, possibly dead, and here she was listening to an obscene phone call!

"Stop it, whoever you are! Listen to me, I'm in no mood for this. Just stop it!"

Her hands were shaking, her body shuddering as the whispering voice continued, telling her how good her pussy was, and how he was going to fuck her so hard she wouldn't be able to walk for a week.

"And then I'm going to eat out your asshole, stick my tongue up that tight little bung and…"

"Stop!"

Rhoda wheeled around, slamming the receiver down hard on the cradle. She backed away, hugging her body tightly with both arms. It rang again. The woman started for the phone, stopped, then started again.

"Hello?"

"Then I'm gonna bite those tits… bite 'em, suck 'em in my mouth 'til…"

Rhoda slammed the receiver down again, running her fingers through her hair, looking around the room in despair. Her daughter was being searched for by the police. She couldn't keep the phone off the hook. They might call.

It rang again. The blonde woman turned away, bending half over, sobbing. It was some time after the telephone stopped ringing that Rhoda heard knocking at the door.

"It's me, Brad. I just wanted to check on things here," he said, entering the hallway.

Rhoda felt relieved. She was about to tell him of the phone calls, then decided against it. If it rang, then she'd have Brad pick it up.

"Yes, oh nothing's come in. They haven't called. I think I'll go crazy if I don't hear something from them soon," Rhoda wailed, sitting on the edge of the couch and putting her head in her hands.

"Don't get upset. The cops are good at this sort of thing, missing kids. I'll bet Cindy's having a good time right now. She's going to walk right through that door in a while and…"

Rhoda wasn't listening to him any more. Something clicked in her mind, something that had clicked before but hadn't fully aroused her suspicions. It was Brad's tone of voice, the phrasing, the cadence. In a shock of realization, Rhoda knew that the obscene caller was Brad!

She looked at him, her eyes wide, uncomprehending. Why had he done it? Why had he humiliated her like that, calling her all those awful names? Certainly he had done almost the same thing in bed last night. Why did he have to have the extra thrill of saying dirty things over the phone?

Brad stopped, his eyes narrowing. He folded his hands over his knees and nodded his head slowly up and down.

"You know, don't you?"

Rhoda felt thrills of fear and excitement rush up and down her spine. The woman wiggled her ass back, drawing her knees together and smoothing down the light cotton dress over her legs. Rhoda wanted to order him out of her house. But he was her boss, had tried to help her. Besides, was making a dirty call all that terrible?

"I like doing it, like standing there in the booth or laying there at home calling you, telling you what I'm going to do… and then doing it."

Rhoda felt her heart skip a beat. He couldn't be serious. Not with all the things on her mind.

"There's nothing you can do to bring Cindy back. She'll come around. But right now, there's nothing wrong with…"

"No, no, get out of here! I won't have it, not with my daughter missing, not with…"

She stopped short. Brad's face was red, his eyes wide with anger.

"Na one turns me down. No one."

The words were spoken quietly, but with a force behind them that made Rhoda shiver. He stepped up to her, grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her from the chair.

"You're in my blood, Rhoda. And I'm gonna fuck you tonight whether you like it or not."

"No!"

Instinctively she wheeled around, twisting in his grip, slapping him hard across the face. Nothing deterred him.

"You like action, bin? Want to fight? Okay, you got it."

He was changing again. He was turning into a maniac as he pulled her through the living room into the kitchen.

"Stop!"

Rhoda tried hooking her ankles around tables, bending over at the waist and pulling back. But it was hopeless. Brad was too strong, too determined to have his way. Screaming, Rhoda found herself being dragged down the creaky wooden stairs that led to the small basement.

"Now, we have our fun."

He was holding her against the cold cement block wall with one hand pressed against her chest. With the other hand, he curled his fingers around the bodice of her dress. He tore at her, ripping her clothes from her body, peeling her bra and panties off until she was stark naked! Rhoda screamed again, silenced by a sharp backhanded slap across the right cheek. Her head snapped to one side as the world darkened before her eyes.