Kidnapped, chained and whipped

CHAPTER EIGHT

"Ohhhhh!"

Candy's pussy was so tightly gripped around Kevin's dork she wondered if her muscles would cut off its circulation. The young man was surprised at the girl's heat, considering she'd been fucked so violently so recently. She was tight… very tight, very hot, very wet. His dick was sinking like a red-hot rod in a tub of butter.

"Huhhhhhh!"

Candy gasped for air, once more feeling her body being split in two. The pressure was terrible, wonderful, exciting!

"God!"

Kevin damped his mouth against hers, driving his tongue deep into her throat while shoving more and more of his throbbing prong in her cunt. Candy felt her cuntal muscles cramp, relax, then milk the sinking dork. Juices bubbled out around the stretched cuntlips, wetting down her thighs, his groin, her buttocks. Everything was hot, wet, clenching, pleasurable! The young woman couldn't tell up from down any longer. She was whirling around in her own sexuality, her body being skewered by the fattest dick she'd ever seen in her life!

"Uhhh!"

Candy's sore, whipped asscheeks rubbed against the splintery wooden table as she unconsciously tried to back away from the dick stretching her. But it was useless. Besides, she was enjoying this sensation of being completely pierced, nailed to the wooden table by that dork! The way it forced her cuntal walls to separate, unstick and form a high ceilinged tunnel made her cry out more than once for more cockmeat!

Easing back a little Kevin flexed his hairy buttocks, sending his cock jerking back into her like a spring-driven knife blade. And as his dick stabbed into her snatch, his tongue drove back into her mouth. Candy bubbled and gurgled under him as if she were drowning, her body twisting around in a counter rhythm to his fucking. She wished she could hold onto his shoulders, grip his body, hunch back against him as he pile-drove into her. But Kevin seemed to enjoy fucking her while keeping her bound.

"Uhhhhh!"

Each time Candy felt the massive cock retreat from her cunt-pit hot breath roared from her nostrils. It was devastating to feel her cuntal walls shrink back to their normal position, touching one another, quivering and buckling as Kevin toyed with her clit. At times the young man would pull all the way back, letting his dickhead rest against the widely stretched opening of her snatch. Then, with a grunt, he'd shove back, splitting her in two once more, making her cry out for more. He was turning her into a slut, an animal whose need for dickmeat was unquenchable!

"Man, nice and tight… Christ, where the fuck did you come from?"

Candy couldn't answer. He jabbed his tongue back into her mouth, pulling her buttocks up, angling her body higher so he could fuck his dick into her more violently. She could hear the soft sucking sounds of his prong trenching out her hole. Again and again Candy moaned, tilting her cunt down as best she could, feeling his dick rubbing against her clit, rubbing her higher and higher up to climax.

"Uhhh… yessss, yessss!" Kevin hissed between his teeth.

"Please, come, come…" Candy groaned back, feeling hot, chilly flashes of sexual heat rushing through her cunt now. Oh, she was so close, only seconds away from coming! The blonde teen rolled her head from side to side, strands of blonde hair clinging to her dampened cheeks and forehead as she gasped for more air. Her chest rose and fell while sweat made her lithe, twisting body glisten. Oh God, this was it! Soon she'd be shooting off into another world, feeling her snatch walls crash down and grip hard onto Kevin's shooting prong.

But the young man had other plans for her. Just as she was about to topple into orgasm he yanked his cock out, watching her pussylips actually move against one another in a sucking, milking motion. He could hear the soft sucking sounds of air being drawn into the wet, dark hole. Candy screamed in frustration, her knees jerking violently toward one another, being held apart by that thick rope. Both of them could hear the sounds of the bonds scraping against the edges of the table.

"No, you ain't gonna make it this way," Kevin said, smiling cruelly down at the girl.

"No, please, oh God, don't do this to me!" she cried in horror.

But Kevin was off the table, holding onto his dick just below his cockhead to regain control of himself. He watched as Candy thrashed helplessly on the table, her eyes closed, her mouth formed into a tight scar as she tried to bring herself off. It was impossible. Kevin was a true sadist, knowing how to bring her to the brink of climax then leave her hanging there, twisting in her own sexual hurricane.

"Be right back honey," he said, his lips curling into a smile. She watched as he dressed quickly and stalked from the shed.

Candy sobbed, jerking furiously at her bonds, crying out with pain when the ropes cut into her ankles and wrists too much. If only she could work one hand free and bring it around to her cunt… then she could bring herself off and end this nightmare.

But Kevin had tied the ropes too securely. All she could do was endure the terrible pulsing in her cunt. Her cuntal walls rubbed maddeningly against her clit every time she moved her buttocks. The teasing made her thrash more furiously.

Candy had no idea how long Kevin had been gone. She was staring quietly at the ceiling, concentrating on that pulsing itch in her cunt.

"Oh baby, you put on one hell of a show. Better 'n most of them dog and pony shows."

"Don't… say things like that," Candy stammered, feeling a rush of horror and self-loathing. She turned her head away from the big man who had just come all over his shoes and Levi's.

"Don't matter much," he said, pushing himself off the box and slipping his softening cock back into his trousers. Tucking his shirt back into his pants the young man untied the girl's bonds, pulling the ropes from her thighs and arms, tossing them on the floor. "You can get some shut-eye here."

With that Kevin picked up a dusty old blanket and tossed it onto the girl's belly.

"Here, cover up and relax…"

"You're going to leave me here?" she cried, pulling the material protectively over her tits. Already she was shivering from the cold drafts in the shed.

"You don't think I'm gonna take you in the house, do you?"

A cruel smile crossed his lips as he headed for the doorway.

"We don't let animals inside."

With that Kevin slammed the door shut, bolting it from outside. Candy threw the blanket to one side and slid off the table top, her muscles aching from the strained position they'd been pulled in for the last hour or so. She curled her fingers around the rotting wooden handle and tugged furiously, grunting with frustration as the door held fast.

There has to be a way out! she told herself, giving up on the door and turning around to examine the walls. There were plenty of holes, but none of them large enough to crawl through. Shivering more, the young blonde teenager picked up the blanket and slowly covered her body with it, staggering back to the table tap. What in God's name was to become of her?

"Oh no," she moaned, sinking to the floor while hugging the filthy blanket to her throat. If only she hadn't been so rash in leaving her mother's house. What was her mother doing now – praying for her, calling the police? How could the authorities find her here in this God-forsaken place?

Crying silently, the young woman slowly drifted into sleep. Candy had no idea how long she'd been unconscious when the door crashed open. She opened her eyes, jerking away from the three men standing unsteadily in the doorway. Easily Candy could smell, alcohol on their breath. They'd been drinking heavily.

Candy shrank back, pulling the halves of the blanket more tightly to her throat. They were completely uncontrollable now.

"Nobody, man. Come on, let's clean it off 'er," Jack said, reaching down with one hand and unzipping his fly. Ben followed suit, pulling out his flaccid dick and aiming the head at her face.

"Take off that blanket, baby. We don't wanna get it dirty," Kevin ordered, his words slurring together badly.

"No," she whispered, holding the blanket protectively to her body and inching away farther.

"I said take it off or I'll beat the shit outta you," he said menacingly, holding a clenched fist near her face.

Candy whimpered and reluctantly opened the blanket, laying it to one side.

"Better," he muttered, backing away. "Now get on your fuckin' knees and hold that head up."

Candy did as she was told, wondering if the men were going to fuck her in the mouth again. Ben and Jack were swaying drunkenly back and forth, aiming their pricks at her mouth. But their cocks were soft. What…

"Let 'er have it," Kevin said, pulling his soft dick from his trousers and moving to one side of Ben.

Candy saw a few droplets of piss ooze from Jack's cockshaft. Then a steady yellow stream began, splattering on the dirt in front of her, then finally wetting down her knees.

"Ohhhhh!"

The girl started to back away, shuddering with revulsion from the hot wetness of Jack's piss. But Kevin ordered her to remain kneeling in front of them. Reluctantly, the girl did as she was told.

"Yeah, that's what you're good for, honey. You're nothing better 'n a Goddamn piss pot."