Mom and her dog

CHAPTER SIX

Traci's mind snapped back to the reality of what was happening to her. She could feel the greasy concrete hurting her back and shoulders while Ron's hands were running all over her naked body. He was hurting her, pinching her flesh, pulling out more cunthairs and laughing as she jerked her legs out and screamed in pain. Once he threatened to slap her when she tried wiggling away from him. He was playing terrible games with her, teasing her cringing flesh, painfully kneading her white skin into tight little balls, then clenching them in his rough fists. He grabbed at her soft inner thighs, tugging at them while dropping his face down to hers.

"Ughhhh!"

It was disgusting! He was driving that long, slippery tongue into her mouth, down into her throat, making her cheeks bulge out because of it. His spit oozed down into her gut while he tongued her, still grabbing at her cunt. Every tooth in her head throbbed as she tried fighting back, spearing her tongue into his mouth. Oddly enough this oral interplay had its exciting side to it as well. Traci felt her cunt muscles tightening up, spasming while the two of them fenced with their tongues.

"Stop this!" she shouted.

"Rick," Ron called to one of his bike buddies. "Come on, get down here and shut this one up."

The big red-head knew what his buddy wanted. Grinning from ear to ear, he shoved his pants down to his ankles, scratching his balls, then dropping to the floor. Looking up, Traci saw his eight-inch prick dangling inches in front of her nose. She could smell the sour odor coming from his unwashed crotch. Wrinkling her nose, the girl tried turning her head away.

"Just a sec, baby," Rick said, grabbing her hair and raising her head up to his lap. He was shoving her nose against his cock making her inhale the disgusting stench coming from there. The wiry cockhairs tickled the insides of her nostrils. She could feel his prick rubbing against her chin. What in God's name was he going to do with her? Then she remembered Ron's command to "shut 'er up." Oh God, were they going to make her suck his cock? She'd heard about that from other girls at school. They said it was the best way to get a man off and keep from getting pregnant. But when she heard about how some of the girls drank that white jizz and actually enjoyed it, Traci shook her head in disbelief. It sounded sick and perverted.

"No, no, no!"

Traci twisted her body frantically, her naked tits jiggling like pudding. Rick's balls brushed over her cheeks while his cock rubbed against her eyelids. It was terrible. The more she struggled the more she seemed to play into their hands. Now her nose flattened against his hairy balls. His cock was rubbing over her scalp now, the balls resting on the bridge of her nose. When she gasped for air, the girl could smell that sour, hot, male odor. And besides making her terrified it was triggering her into heat as well, something that Traci couldn't understand. That tightened cunt of hers was beginning to buckle, throb as intensely as Rick's and Ron's cocks. No, no, she had to fight off this terrible feeling. It was wrong for this to be happening to her. She couldn't let herself actually enjoy this horrible rape. How could she face herself? No, if she couldn't fight them off she had to fight down her own feelings. Where were her fine resolves to remain a piece of wood? She had told herself that again and again, praying to God for strength not to feel anything. But quickly her pussy was heating up, tightening, throbbing, juicing while the men put her through terrible paces.

Traci shivered when she felt something slick and warm against the side of her face. Oh, it had to be his pre-cum oozing from his piss-slit. At sex education class Traci learned that a man's cock lubricated itself for fucking just as a woman's cunt juiced so that it could take a cock much more easily. But now the thought of that juicing cock rubbing against her cheeks sickened her. She tried moving her face from it. But Rick clamped his hand against the back of her head, shoving her face even harder against his cock. It was difficult for the girl to breathe! She groaned, stiffening her body while twisting as best she could from side to side.

"Man, she's gonna give good head while you fuck the shit outta her cunt," Rick sighed.

He reached down, grabbing at her tits and squeezing them roughly.

"Man, I'm gonna fuck her now. Can't wait much longer," Ron announced.

The words were like lightning to Traci. She tensed even more, closing her lips tightly. She felt the biker reaching down between her thighs with his thumb. He dug his fingers into her asscheeks for leverage, slowly forcing his thumb into her tight, yet wet cunt.

"Whew, hot enough down there to cook up a couple of pricks. You want this real bad, don'tcha you, little slut?"

"No, no, I don't," the girl protested, feeling his rough fingers scraping the slick walls of her pussy. How could he say something like that? Oh, she wanted to shrink into nothing and die.

"Open up, bitch, open up," Rick said, pressing his fingers hard against the junction of her two jawbones. The pain was terrible but the girl managed to keep her lips sealed together.

"Oowwwww!"

Ron helped his buddy by shoving his thumb painfully into her cunthole. When she opened her mouth to scream she felt the length of Rick's cock sliding over her lips. She spat violently, getting her mouth free of that filthy cock for the time being. The men didn't take her seriously. They only laughed at her vain efforts to free herself. Rick still held onto her hair, jerking it at times and grinning when he saw her face whiten and grimace in pain. Ron was exploring her cunt with his thumb and now his forefinger, pinching her outer cuntlips at times, always enjoying her shame and agony.

"Man, hot and tight and wet. You don't find too many cunts like that around… especially here in Venice," Ron commented.

"Yeah, all of 'em around the beach got plenty of mileage on 'em. But this one ain't been fucked around with much," Rick added.

"Hey, you two. Come on. I wanna get my share of pussy, too," Joe complained. The third biker had been watching silently, rubbing his cock through his Levi's until a large, dark stain appeared at the head of his cock.

"Man, there ain't room enough down here for you. Don't worry. She's got plenty of action left in 'er when we get through," Ron said, growing hotter by the second.

Joe sighed, watching as his buddies climbed over the whimpering teenager.

"Ohhhh!"

Ron took her cuntlips between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed hard, making her open her mouth and let out a shout of agony. The pain was so bad that brightly colored lights popped in front of her. That was all Rick needed. Shifting around a little he plunged down, feeding her three inches of his greasy cock into her mouth.

Traci screamed as best she could, spit running down her throat and nearly choking her as his cock rubbed over her teeth. Her eyes widened, her cheeks flushed a dark red as she arched her back and trembled with horror and indignation. He was making her take his cock in her mouth, forcing her to suck him. No, this was far too much. She wasn't going to let them do this to her, humiliate her like this. Mustering what courage she had, the young girl bit down hard. Rick screamed, his face whitening as he hastily yanked his hard cock from her mouth. Teeth marks indented around one side of his cock.

"Christ, she's a hellcat, ain't she?" Ron said, laughing as his buddy rubbed his sore cock.

"Little fuckin' cunt," Rick muttered, staring down angrily at the cringing girl.

"Don't… don't do that to me again," she gasped, feeling something like power surging through her. She'd shown them she wasn't going to be their doormat.

"Oh yeah?" Rick said, raising one hand over his head. Ron backed away slightly as the hand came down in a broad arc, hitting the girl squarely on the right side of her head. Her teeth rattled while she let out a loud, high-pitched wail of pain. The room spun around dizzyingly while the men threatened her once again.

"You try something like that and I'm gonna take a blowtorch to you. Ever see what one of those can do, baby?" Rick said, jerking her head up by her hair and forcing her to look at a near-by workbench. There were various repair tools scattered around the top of the bench, among them an old greasy blowtorch. Traci remembered something about some of the abducted girls in the community complaining of burns given to them by their kidnappers. Oh, she had no doubt these men would put that terrible instrument to her if she didn't do as they said. Her brief display of courage faded under their anger. Helplessly Traci waited for whatever they planned next.

"She ain't no virgin," Ron said, feeling around inside her pussy. "But she's about the next best thing. Yeah, I'm gonna be one of the first," he said proudly pursing his lips together.

The biker tugged her ass apart, keeping them wide open as both his thumbs caressed her inner cuntlips. They were dripping with juice, her down pussy hairs damp with fuck oil. Oh, how humiliating it was to be reacting like this to these men and what they were doing to her. She couldn't hide her powerful, sexual feelings rising like lava in her cunt.

"No more," Traci gasped. "Oh please, please, don't do anything more to me."

The girl sobbed with renewed humiliation. The hot air around her seemed to be choking her. She gasped in more oxygen to feed her writhing body. Her mind reeled with the shame and fear driving her mad.

"God, oh God…"

Very, very slowly Ron was spreading her furry cuntlips apart. They unstuck and peeled back, revealing the dark, red, moist cuntmeat to the big biker. Ron smacked his lips like a hungry wolf.

"Oh yeah," Ron breathed, dropping his head and licking his tongue all around the tense edge of her cuntlips.

"Ununnnnhhh…" That was the only thing Traci was able to say. The touch of that oral organ, the feel of his breath blowing softly against her pussymeat was too much for her to stand. She was spread wide-open, helpless before these men. That thought combined with the actual sensations in her cunt resulting in feelings too powerful to understand or analyze right now. The girl groaned long and loudly, the sounds coming from deep in her throat as the working tongue found its way along the slick length of her cunt slit. It was sopping up her juices, toying with the tense, eager muscles around her pussy mouth. There could be no denying it now. Traci was wanting them, wanting them to fuck her, do anything to her. Yes, her pussy was taking over, making her think and do things that were terrible.

"Not again… no, not again," she wailed.

"Hold her tighter," Ron growled.

"Man, I'm not gonna shove my cock in her again," Rick said nervously.

"She ain't gonna bite now. She's so fuckin' worked up we probably could get her to suck off a fuckin' dog, so come on and enjoy it," Ron encouraged.

Rick wrinkled up his forehead as Ron lanced his middle finger all the way in her pussy. Traci let out another low, soft moan as her soft thighs closed around either side of the biker's wrist. His fingers scraped her cunt walls again, caressing the folds and hollows of her pussy while she pranced her ass around in the air and worked her thighs against his hand.

"Man, man, she's fuckin' hot," Ron said, looking down at the panting girl with surprise. The stretched walls of her pussy widened, then tightened in clutching motions. Her cunt sucked so solidly Ron thought his finger might be pulled out of joint.

"She's starting to… uhhhhh, loosen up," Ron said, moving his finger around like a spoon. "She's damned tight, but she's getting wetter and wetter."

Traci wept, sobbing with shame and complete degradation. It wasn't enough that they had dragged her into this foul place and stripped her naked. No, she had to be collaborating with them in her own humiliation, fucking back at this horrible hand finger-fucking her. And now she was even wanting Rick to shove his cock back into her mouth. Yes, she wanted to be completely surrounded by hot cocks, wanted to have her body pierced by as much cockmeat as possible.

"See how she likes this," Ron muttered.

She felt the biker move his fingers up to her clit, take the tiny, slippery, sex handle between his thumb and forefinger and squeeze hard. The result was as if someone had touched her pussy with a live electrical wire. Opening her mouth, Traci let out another long, loud wail while her legs shot apart and her tits danced. Rick grabbed a handful of her hair a third time and braced himself, hunching down and driving his cock all the way in her throat.

This time the girl didn't fight back. Relaxing as best she could, Traci sucked in his prick, breathing in around the sides of the plunging rod. Her cheeks puffed out while her mouth became coated with the strange-tasting, bleachy cum.

"Mmmhhhffff!" she cried, feeling the finger in her pussy suddenly slip out. It made the girl gasp. Suddenly, she felt abandoned, empty. It was a terrible thing to think. Then she realized he was going to fuck her with that long prick she'd spotted earlier. Traci gurgled happily, wriggling her tongue over the narrow ridge running the full length of Rick's cock as he instructed her to.

"Keep her steady, Rick. I don't want to have her wriggling me out," Ron instructed.

Traci lay quietly as Rick fucked her mouth, his balls flattening against her upturned chin. Trying to keep still, however, wasn't easy when her pussy was so excited. She felt the inner cuntlips being forced apart as the pressure of Ron's cock became greater. He was edging his knees against her ass, keeping his face away from Rick's chest while his cock wormed deeper and deeper into her hole. The rubber-like rim of her pussy shrank protectively in an attempt to fight the powerful cock invading her. It was a natural reaction, one that the girl hadn't learned yet to overcome. Ron's cock bent at the center. He slapped her ass with one hand, telling her to relax or he was going to tear her apart with his cock.

Traci whimpered and did what she could to relax the tightening muscle. It worked! Letting out a long, low moan the girl felt his cock slide down, down into her pussy, making soft gurgling sounds.

Ron shoved down again, the girl's moans becoming louder and stronger. Traci shivered as the mass of cockmeat started working its way into her. Her legs kicked out again on either side, nearly hitting Joe who had crept up to watch the girl's final humiliation.

"Aggghhhh!" Traci cried, twisting her body like a snake.

"Man, she's good. She's fuckin' good. I'm gonna shoot if she keeps it up like that," Rick said.

His face was red and tight while he bounced up and down. His cock slipped in and out between her full, red lips, wet with spit. His balls were tightening against the fat root of his cock while jizz boiled out of them and packed down hard in the center of his prick. The young biker was losing control fast. Traci tasted more and more of his jizz that oozed from his cock, coating her throat and mouth with a bleachy tasting grease.

"Man, can't… get all the way… in…"

Ron was having trouble. Her eagerness, her fear had made her pussy contract suddenly. He drew back, feeling the wet, elastic walls close behind his retreating cockhead. Then taking in a deep breath and tightening his muscles, the biker shoved down and in again.

Traci arched her back, her body resting now only on her shoulder blades and upper ass. She felt as if she were being skewered all the way up to her chest. The giant cock lodged inside her felt immense. It was as if it were going to tear out all her organs. The girl couldn't believe her body could take that much meat and still remain in one piece.

"Shit!"

It was Rick, trembling violently, his face turning ashen as he threw his head back and grabbed the sides of her head. Traci felt something very sour and thick filling her mouth suddenly. He was cumming, shooting his jizz hot and heavy into her mouth. She gagged, tried to take all the white spunk spattering against her throat. Coughing, gagging, nearly vomiting, Traci somehow managed to stay conscious while the biker filled her mouth and throat. When he drew out his cock, the girl turned her head and spat out the mixture of cum and spit.

"Yeah, you got a taste of what's to come, right, baby?" Ron said.

"Unnghhh!" Traci was weak, humiliated, degraded. She was ready for anything all right. They had degraded her sufficiently, taken away her will. Weakly, she whimpered as Ron continued pounding away.