Mother's into Sado-Mazo

CHAPTER FOUR

Rhonda hung up the phone, her forehead creased with worry and confusion. Cori had seemed so happy to be spending some time with her favorite cousin Cindy. And now… well, there was definitely something strained about her voice, something that Rhonda picked up on. What was the matter? She told her daughter she would come up on her request the following evening, but she couldn't come up tonight the night when once more she was going to give in to those feelings she thought she'd conquered only yesterday.

Jack had called her. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to, as he said, "whip her ass raw."

And though Rhonda knew she should have slammed the phone down after a few well chosen words, she couldn't. Even as her memories of that night when he had roped and raped her like a common street slut burned in her mind, Rhonda could only think of getting more. Her mind was so taken with that possibility that she chose to ignore the obvious nervousness of her daughter's voice, putting off the trip so that she might visit Jack and check out what he called his playroom.

The word sounded too innocent to be true, Rhonda thought as she slipped behind the wheel and backed her Mercedes from the drive. Her mind whirled at the possibilities as she threaded her way through the evening rush-hour traffic. Rhonda nearly ran two lights as she tried to concentrate on her driving, her mind racing ahead to Jack's house and what he might have in store for her.

Pulling in front of the deteriorating two-story house, Rhonda leaned forward and checked the address he had given her. Yes. This was it. Looking nervously about, she slid from the car, walking hesitantly up the curving walk to the front door. Her heart raced madly as she heard dogs barking next door. From across the street, she could hear Mexican salsa music coming from a darkened house. Rapping lightly on the door, Rhonda half hoped Jack wouldn't be there.

"Good, right on time! I like a woman who's not draggin' her ass… unless I make her do it. Come on in, Rhonda."

Jack backed away from the torn screen in the door. Rhonda gripped the handle, wondering how on earth she had ever become involved with people like this. What was so odd, so strange was that she could have walked away from them so easily. But she chose not to walk away. Stepping into the darkened room, she immediately wrinkled up her nose. There was the smell of stale tobacco and strong liquor hanging in the air like a foul perfume. She stopped, her heart skipping beats. They weren't alone!

"Who… who are they?" she asked.

"Friends, buddies. You don't think I'm the only one in the club, do you?"

"No, of course not," Rhonda said in a low tone as her gaze quickly moved from one man to another. They all stared at her, the three of them nodding a greeting.

"I told 'em about you, that you were the hottest chick to come around for a long time. We've been puttin' out these ads," Jack said, scratching up a paper from the table and waving it in front of her face. "And you've been the prize catch so far."

"No, I don't think… I don't think I want to do this."

Jack had been enough for her before. How could she possibly handle three of these men, plus him? And yet her body was betraying her. The tips of her tits were so hard they were about to poke through her bra. Her moistening cuntlips curled and shivered while her clit popped up full and hard. She curled her fingers into two fists, trying to appear cool and even a little offended at Jack's crude remarks.

"I thought it would be just the two of us, Jack. I wasn't expecting a circus," she said, eyeing the other men nervously while feeling her heart beating hard.

Jack wasn't put off by her change in attitude. His lips curled in sardonic amusement while his white teeth gleamed like polished ivory. Rhonda was feeling less and less sure of herself, and she wondered about simply bolting from the house while she still could.

"You don't get to choose around her, once you cross that door, that is."

Rhonda's eyes flashed over Jack's body. He was even bigger than she remembered him. What did he do for a living? He could have been a body builder if it weren't for his rough-looking face.

"Now, you're gonna give us a whole lot of fun. Right, Rhonda?"

He slammed the door behind her, making her jump as if he'd fired a pistol. Rhonda whirled around, staring at him, pressing her fists tightly against her thighs. Her pussy spasmed as she thought about the other night and how good it had felt when he finally fucked her. Why were these other men here? Were they going to spoil everything?

"No! No, I won't! I'm not going to entertain your friends. Let me go," she said with determination, heading for the door.

Jack's face darkened, something that made the woman freeze in her tracks. Her right hand fluttered to her neck as she backed away, terrified he would strike her. With a quick downward movement, he brought one hand down, his fingers wrapping around her upper arm and keeping her prisoner. Rhonda winced, dropping her purse as she bent over and squirmed with pain.

"Don't ever, ever think you can sass me and get away with it, missy. You're nothin' here. Understand me, bitch?"

It was starting! Rhonda felt her knees knocking against one another. He shoved her forward through the kitchen doorway roughly, slamming her against the stove.

"You're… you're hurting me!" she cried, her face blanching while her eyes narrowed in pain.

Twisting her around, Jack pushed her belly against the stove then shoved her head down against one of the gratings on top of the stove. Rhonda cried out, her nose flattening against the chipped enamel top of the stove, her legs kicking out against Jack's.

Two of the men staggered into the kitchen and roared their approval, half drunk on wine. Jack muttered something, then reached around and turned a little black dial. In an instant a small blue flame shot up from the center of the grating, singeing her eyebrows and hair.

"Ahhhh, no!" Rhonda panicked, her eyes rounding while she bucked and thrashed. Fire! Flames in her face! He would disfigure her for life! Her dress tore against the oven door while her feet slipped from her black high heels. Jack pushed her up a little more, shoving her face closer to the steady blue flame. Rhonda could hear crackling, could smell the sharp aroma of burning hair.

"Now, you get me, bitch? You try anything I don't allow, and I'm gonna burn your fuckin' face off, get it?"

Rhonda slumped weakly against the top of the stove, a sign she had surrendered. Jack grinned, pulling her up slowly from the burner and shutting off the flame. His fingers slid up the back of her straight black dress, toying with the zipper tab before pulling it down with a ripping sound. Rhonda stiffened, fighting back as she felt her garment slackening around her shoulders.

"Goddamned feisty slut!" he growled, slapping her hard across the face. Rhonda screamed, her head jerking to the left from the force of the blow. She backed away from him, rubbing her flushed cheek, still feeling the hot sting of the blow. Some of the men laughed at her, one of them grabbing hold of her dress and tearing it down.

The woman screamed again, clutching wildly at the frayed ends of her dress, holding it tightly against her body. She was terrified, realizing her situation was completely out of control. Hands stretched out, grabbing at her, pinching her, tearing her dress even more until she had nothing but a tattered rag gathered in her fingers.

"Man, she's got one fuckin' good body," a tall blond man said, slapping Rhonda hard across her ass. There was more laughter as the man watched her ass and tits jiggle, her gaze roving around wildly, searching for some escape path. The tall blond guy took a beer from his buddy and spilled it on himself, wiping his face with the back of one hand and laughing all the harder at his own carelessness.

"Hey, man, you're really sloppy tonight. Must be all that fuckin' booze you've been mixing. Hey, you, clean him up," Jack said, shoving Rhonda toward the blond.

She stared at the big man with disgust, her eyes taking in his stringy hair, his dirty Levi's. He looked as if he'd crawled all the way to Los Angeles from Oklahoma. She backed away, drawing one hand over her face, feeling terribly naked in front of all these men. Her dress fell from her hand.

"No, I… uh!"

Jack backhanded her, his knuckles crashing hard against her chin. Rhonda's head whipped to one side, her hair splashing over her face while her knees buckled. For a moment, she thought she would black out. But something kept her conscious as she staggered around. Hands reached up and cupped her asscheeks, squeezing and kneading the white flesh through her pink panties until Rhonda screamed from the pinching pain. She nearly pissed on herself from the growing terror, and someone else slapped her hard on her ass.

Across the street the salsa music grew louder.

They must be used to this, she thought, guessing she would get no help from the neighbors. Steadying herself, Rhonda straightened herself and slapped back at the grabbing, offending hands.

While she was fending off a fat redheaded man trying to pull her bra down from her tits, Jack moved up behind her, his hands pressing down on her narrow shoulders. She felt her knees buckling again, this time from the force of his hands. She bent her knees, sobbing softly as she sank down to the filthy carpet. There were disgusting stains all around her, stains she would rather not think about.

The blond stud came up to her, swaying drunkenly, still holding a can of Mexican beer in his hand. He was starting to bend the aluminum with his fingers, looking down at her and licking his lips. She was terrified of what he would do to her. They were all drunk, out of their minds. Jack was guiding them. But they could all swing out of orbit and hurt her. The blond dropped one hand down to her neck and tightened his fingers around it, drawing her hard against his bony thigh.

"That's it, Gus. You gotta show the slut who's the boss. She likes that, anyway. That's why the fuck she's here right now. And that's why," Jack said, tearing open the top of another beer can and holding it in one hand, "she's gonna keep comin' back."

"Lick it real good, or I'm gonna have you suck my cock right now," the blond said.

The threat was enough. Swallowing her pride, Rhonda leaned forward, sticking out her tongue and starting to lick at the stained denim material. She could taste the pungent flavor of spilled beer right away, her lips flattening against his jeans while the big man watched stupidly, then tilted back his head and finished gulping his beer. "Over here," he slurred, pulling her hair until she moved her mouth around his cock-bulge.

The other men chortled, knowing what was on his mind. Rhonda burned with shame, afraid to move her tongue again, then sliding it back and forth when she felt him starting to yank on her hair. She knew she was turning him on. She could feel the heat of his cock-bulge growing more and more intense, warming her lips as she soaked down the faded blue material with more of her spit.

"Oh yeah, man!" Gus said, closing his eyes and licking his lips. He swayed dangerously from right to left. "Man, I can already feel them lips curlin' around my of prick and suckin' it down till I choke her with my cum."

Rhonda stopped, wanting to rise from the carpeting. Hadn't he had enough? What more did he want? She had cleaned his filthy jeans more than well enough. And then, to emphasize his point, Gus reached down and grabbed her hair, pulling and yanking on it until he had Rhonda shouting with pain. She flattened her palms against his thighs, wildly trying to pull away from him. But he showed surprising resistance for a man so drunk, holding her, moving her head around until he was rubbing her mouth against his fly again. He was nearly tearing her ears off with his fingers, his body trembling as if he were on the brink of climaxing. Gus stopped hunching, pushing her back violently and bringing one foot down against her throat. He reached back, pulling out a switchblade knife and pressing a small silver button in the center of the pearl handle. Rhonda froze! A four-inch blade snapped straight, the blue-silver steel glistening in the light.

She let out a fart of terror, the men laughing at her as she squirmed against the floor.

Gus bent down, grinning, his lips parting to show a crooked set of yellowed teeth.

"Now, little missy's gonna be real free to show us what the fuck she's got under them panties," he said, flashing the blade menacingly in front of her and bringing it down slowly to her throat. "Jack's not gonna be the only one around here who had a taste of her pussy."

He pressed the flat of the blade against her nose, twisting it around and bringing down the tip past her nostrils, down over her throat, the pointed tip leaving a long trail of white on her flesh. He was barely cutting her, listening to her breathing catch, watching as her flesh quivered with the cold, sharp touch.

Rhonda finally felt the terrible thing come to a stop at her breastbone. Gus was breathing heavily, his prick poking against the front of his Levi's as he slipped the knife between her bra cups and cut the narrow band.

"Man, nice tits, nice…"

Rhonda let out a whimpering scream, feeling her bra fall from her tits.

Gus licked his lips again, bringing the flat of the blade against one nipple and watching it stiffen until it was nearly a half-inch long. He began grinning even more, poking the other nipple with the tip of his knife until it too was thick and stiff. The other men were watching closely, rubbing their cock-bulges slowly, watching as Rhonda squirmed uncomfortably on the floor. Gus backed away, bringing the knife down, down past her navel, scraping her flesh painfully until he started slicing at her panties.

"Yeah, this is nice, real nice."

With each word, he cut a little more of the elastic band, slicing it until the briefs hung in shreds from her thighs. He poked the tip of his blade through the pink nylon material, tearing it down from her thighs and throwing it away.

She lay there naked, helpless under this maniac whose eyes bugged out, reminding her of a lizard's. He looked at his knife, then brought the blade down right against her cuntal mound.

Rhonda couldn't hold back the scream any longer. Throwing back her head, she screamed as loudly as she could, her fists thumping against the floor while her legs shivered back and forth against the carpeting. Gus watched her as if he would eat her alive, finally throwing the knife to one side and flinging himself onto her. His mouth sucked hers. It was filthy, horrid, exciting! The man who had humiliated and hurt her this way was going to fuck her… and in front of these men!

"Dig into her, man, dick her!" the fat redhead called out.

Rhonda could feel Gus fumbling between their bodies. In a moment something very hot and stiff was poking against her cunt, shoving in while he knocked her legs out and up into the air. He was mounting her, still wriggling his tongue deep in her mouth while his hands gripped her thighs and tugged them savagely apart. He fucked like a wild man, his hips banging against hers so hard she scooted on the carpeting, her spine reddening from the friction. Rhonda fought back, beating his back with her fists while her cuntal muscles gripped his long skinny prick.

"Uh, man… fuck!"

Rhonda suddenly felt his jizz scalding her cuntal walls while her pussy muscles went into spasms. Her eyes rolled back, and Rhonda could hardly hear anything except the big man's harsh panting and a string of obscenities that excited her more and more. How she loved his filthy mouth as he fucked her, churning his prick around in the musky heat of her cunt while his balls finished dumping the last of his cum-load.

"Awwwwh, fuck, man! She's too much! You know she wants more, too," Gus said, shaking the sweat from his forehead and looking down at her.

"I don't think we have to worry. She's gonna be givin' us a whole lot before we're through here," Jack said, looking down at the trembling woman.

Rhonda thought of her daughter now, and she wondered just what it was that had made Cori sound so terrified.