Her mother in bondage

CHAPTER FOUR

She felt him moving around, centering his cock over her pussyhole. The girl tensed, waiting for that initial thrust, the one some of her girlfriends sat was the best and yet the most painful thing they'd ever felt before in their lives.

Margie felt his legs tense, felt his arms circle more tightly around her shoulders while his hips shot forward. She let out a strangled cry, spitting out a fine spray of saliva, as he pile drove into her hot little hole. The elastic wet tissues of her cunt spread, making room for his invading fat cock. Juice sprayed out, flecking the kidnapper's thighs.

The blonde teen thought she was going to go out of her mind. His dick touched her clit, setting off a series of mind-blowing spasms that made her scream, buck, scratch his back with her sharp nails. Jack reared back when he felt something holding back the forward drive of his cock. It was her cherry.

"So, you was telling the truth. Good. Man, I dig breakin' 'em in like this. Shit, you're gonna feel a real man inside you for the first time, baby. Ain't too many broads can brag about this one."

"Take it out! Take it out!"

She wrenched one hand free, beating his chest with it, begging him to let her go. Jack laughed again, tensing his thigh muscles, drawing back, then letting his hard thick shaft fly forward again. "Aiyyyyeyyyyeeeee!"

There was a tearing sensation deep in her belly. He was tearing her cherry, ripping it to pieces with the flared spongy head of his cock. The girl shrieked again, her body quivering as if she were having some sort of fit. Then Marcie relaxed, her arms falling limply to her sides. She felt Jack's cock burrowing deep into her body, pushing aside her virgin tissues, tickling her aroused nerve endings. When she felt his balls resting against her ass, Marcie knew his cock was all the way inside her! Nine inches of dickmeat inside her! The thought made her shiver again.

Jack stayed still for several minutes, letting her get used to his cock. Then he moved his hips, grunting with satisfaction when he felt her move her thighs in response.

"Unnghhhhh!"

Marcie was coming around. The sharp pain had become a dull ache. Slowly she began to feel a tight, itchy sensation. Her ass was moving. The girl was resting on his prick now. Jack had drawn his cock back to the most sensitive part of her cunt. The ridge along the underside of his cockshaft was stimulating her pussy nerves.

Marcie felt her cunt muscles contracting, milking lightly at him without moving her hips. It was something she had never felt before! Jack loved it! He looked down at her with mocking eyes, shifting his powerful hips from side to side so his cock stirred in her pussy like a giant spoon.

"Dig it, honey? Don't you dig havin' my cock inside you? Feel real nice?"

His mocking words made her face burn with shame. Yes, yes, in spite of her anger, in spite of her intense feeling of humiliation, she loved having his cock working inside her! But surely all these sensations were because of her kidnapping, because she was confused. Under normal circumstances she wouldn't be acting this way would she?

The rising heat in her cunt made her move more sensuously. Jack led, but she followed in a perfect rhythm. Soon she was off in another world, not even thinking about him, about her mother, about her friends. A force had taken over. She was arching her back as he pulled his cock outward until the knob of his cock tugged at her outer labes. It was too much for the girl to stand.

Marcie was clutching wildly at him, her fingers scratching his handsome face, her legs curling around his and drawing him closer. She was stuffed to the hilt with dickmeat, so full that she was sure the head of his cock would be coming out of her mouth soon.

"Fuck… fuck…" She was saying things she couldn't believe. As Jack whispered about how hot her body was, she begged him for more dickmeat. And when his balls rolled over the bottom junction of her cuntlips, the girl thought about all that hot jizz stored up inside. She wanted to feel it spraying inside her, spattering over her pussy walls, filling her up.

"Baby, move that ass… yeah, just like that," Jack said.

He'd slipped one hand under her ass and was drawing his fingers down the crack to her shitter. She danced her ass around, moaning when his finger slipped into her asshole up to the second joint.

"Uhhhhhhhh!"

A mass of tension swelled like a balloon inside her. Cuntjuice poured out, squishing from her hole and dripping onto Jack's jiggling balls. Yes, yes, she wanted him, needed him. He was right. He had her begging for his cock. The girl felt her body turn into a rubbery, melting mass of clinging fluid. A whirling ball of sexual hunger spun out of control somewhere in the middle of her body.

"Huhhhrr! Huhhhrrr!" she cried with each thrust of his cock.

Is response Marcie tossed her hips in wild abandon. The simmering heat miter pussy was threatening to boil over soon. She started holding her breath, knowing her pussy was going to pop.

"Fuck, baby, yeah, gonna dump it… gonna pop!" Jack groaned, biting her earlobe and flicking his tongue inside.

Her cunt felt so full. His pistoning cock rammed in birder and faster. Her pussy mouth hurt from the friction from the brutal fucking. This was the first time she'd ever had a man inside her and he was going at lips if she were some experienced slut. But, of course, what did he care? She was the victim, subject to whatever ho wanted to do to his.

Marcie's enjoyment was something that didn't matter to him. Jack cared only about his dick. How she got off – if she got off at all – was her business.

"Nooooooo!"

The shame, the horror of cumming, actually reaching orgasm while under these circumstances knifed through her. Jack came, his fingers bruising her arms she held on for life and fired his hot load into her snatch.

"Take it, bitch! Take it… all of it!"

Marcie wept and struggled, her fists striking the big stud. Waves of ecstasy ripped from her cunt, going to all muscles in her body. She kicked and bit and clawed at him as the massive thrusts of his cum-spurting dick seemed to last forever. Her cunt was wet, hot and milking. The girl thrust up against his body, wailing and screaming while Jack held her pinned to the floor.

How long her obscene, grotesque climax had lasted the girl didn't know. When it was over, she found herself alone. She peered down at her cunt. Her pussy was still wet with her juice and his cum. Dots of pink flecked her thighs, signs of the bloody fucking she'd just endured. Sobbing, wiping the tears from her eyes, Marcie pushed down the torn remnants of her dress, holding up the material to cover her tits.

Jack was standing quietly in the corner. His cock was back in his trousers.

"Enjoy yourself?"

The question stung her pride. Yes, she'd enjoyed herself immensely. It was one of the best thing she'd ever felt in her life! But she'd never tell that animal a thing!

"Won't talk, eh? Well, it don't matter much. You did enough talkin' when we were fuckin'. Man, I knew you couldn't get enough dickmeat especially mine," he said with satisfaction.

Marcie flushed beet red. She curled her fingers, digging the nails into her thighs. No, she wasn't going to let them get to her. Alright, one of them fucked her, fucked her so well that he had her begging for more cock at the end. But they couldn't do more to her. Now they'd had their fun. Surely she'd find out what they wanted and, if it were possible, she'd get it for them somehow.

"Now… will you let me go?"

Jack grunted, wiping his lips with the back of one hand. He looked sneeringly down at the young girl. Marcie drew back, never before feeling this low, this insignificant before.

"Wanna know why you're here, huh? We've been watchin' you, you and your fuckin' old lady for a long time," Jack said. He was enjoying this, watching the shock and horror register on her face as his words sank in.

"What?"

"You don't remember me, do you? At the hospital? I'm Jack… used to deliver laundry up to your mother's floor?"

Marcie felt her mind whirling around and around. She found herself holding onto a table leg as if to steady her thoughts. Laundry? Her mother's floor? Wait, wait a minute! She leaned forward a little, narrowing her eyes and studying the big man standing before her. She couldn't be sure. But… yes, yes, he looked familiar!

"I… I think so. But what does that…"

"Me and my brother wanted to have a good time with your old lady… maybe even with you," Jack started, his smile fading. "One night in the elevator I made a pass at your mother – nothin' big, just a little pass. And man, did she get bent!"

The big stud rolled his eyes, his hands on his thighs. He snorted out a laugh, his smile completely fading.

"She called the hospital security. Security!" Jack repeated, his bushy black eyebrows knitted together in anger. Marcie trembled for her life. For a second she thought the was going to kill her. Jack calmed himself down, smoothing his palms over his Levi's.

"She lives alone… alone with me. She's afraid of… men," Marcie whispered.

"Don't matter. They came runnin' up and took me away. Shit, I was lucky they didn't throw me in the slammer. They just threw me out of the hospital. Man, that was all I had to live on."

Marcie already saw the reason for what had happened. She hugged her body tightly again.

"My brother got in as an orderly a couple of weeks after I got canned. We decided we were gonna teach your old lady a lesson… her and you," Jack said, grinning down in triumph at the girl.

"But I…"

"Shaddup!" Jack snarled, slapping her.

Marcie screamed, the blow stinging her cheek. She struck the wall. Lying there and moaning softly, Marcie wondered how her mother would escape this horror. Jack's brother undoubtedly was dogging her mother, waiting for her to be alone so he could pounce on her the way Jack did.

"But you brought me here. Why?"

"None of your fuckin' business for now. Better get used to it, bitch. It's gonna be your home for a long time," Jack said, hitching up his pants, then backing out of the room.

Marcie lay still after Jack had slammed the door shut. She listened to the fading footsteps. Now she was alone, alone to think of her shame, alone to rehash all that had happened to her. When she thought of Jack's hammering prick, when she thought of the brutal way his dick had torn away her cherry, the girl sobbed. Marcie covered her mouth, stifling the hysteria rising in her. No, no, she would survive all this. Soon they would be after her mother, possibly bringing her here. She had to be strong. Her mother, God only knows, lived in a Never-Never land where things like this just didn't happen.