Gang raped virgin(21)

"Just a sample," Jack said in an unsteady voice.

Janet looked up at the big man. His face was dark with lust, his eyes glowing with savagery. He was losing control. And the way he was running the leather belt through his fingers, almost loving it the way he made love to her nipples!

"Ugnghhhhhh!"

The belt struck a second time. This blow was off to the left, bruising one inner thigh. Janet tensed, throwing her head back, jerking her thighs from side to side. Another and a fourth blow crashed down, slicing into the tender flesh of her cuntlips. The pulling of those awful screws on her labes intensified the pain. Her ass bounced wildly on the tabletop. If only she could roll away, get away from that awful belt. But the ropes held, keeping her pussy wide open for more of Jack's brutal attacks.

"Cunt! Bitch! Fuckin' bitch!"

He was shouting at her now, sprays of spittle wetting her body. Finally he stopped, wiping his forehead with the back of one hand.

"Yeah, this is good, baby, real good."

Janet thanked God the beating had stopped. She lay back on the table, rubbing the bare soles of her feet together, feeling her cuntflesh burning and stinging from where the belt had crashed.

"Ohhh."

"Okay, man, you wanted to fuck the bitch. You got her right now," Jack said, nodding to Bill.

"Hey, man, what about me?" Greig asked, his eyes narrowing in disappointment and anger.

"Later," Jack muttered, throwing the belt down on the floor.

The tall skinny blond didn't take long to strip off his shirt and pants. Janet jerked her head up again, resenting the fact that she had been offered like a piece of meat to some man. She tried to protest, begged Jack to let her go.

"No, no, no!" she screamed, twisting helplessly in her ropes.

Kicking off his shoes and socks, Bill jerked his Levi's off, then jumped on top of her, his mouth hungrily searching for hers. And when he started kissing her, he bit her lips, chewing on them, nearly drawing blood while he dry fucked his dick up and down, up and down.

"Oh God, no, no, you're killing me!"

Janet tugged again at the ropes, feeling the line cutting into her wrists, biting into the soft, sensitive flesh around her knees.

"Haven't had enough, huh?"

Bill edged up, smirking down at her. He brought the flat of his hand against one cheek, backhanding her, then slapping the girl a third time.

Janet cried out, her hair splashing over her face from the force of the blows. She stared up at him through near-blinding tears. There had been pain before – awful, mind-searing pain. But now there was something else, something greater than the pain taking over her mind, blotting out the agony, the shame – or more accurately, feeding on it! The confusion registered in her eyes, a confusion the men saw and recognized.

"Man, baby, you wanna be fucked like a wild woman, huh? Well, that's what the fuck you are. Man, when you took my dick before, I thought I was gonna pop right off in your fuckin' mouth. Now it's gonna be right in your Goddamned cunt!"

Janet wriggled and squirmed under him, straining under his pinching fingers as he sank his tongue into her mouth. For a moment Janet thought about biting that horrible, slimy thing wriggling down her throat. Then again that certain feeling, that odd sensation between her injured thighs rose again and made her take his tongue and fight back with her own.

"Ummmmm!" he groaned into her mouth.

Reaching up, he grabbed her long hair and tugged on it, running the tip of his tongue along the ridges of her teeth.

"You… you're hurting me."

"That's the idea, bitch, that's the idea," Bill whispered.

Still tugging at her hair with one hand, he slipped the other under her buttocks. The pressure of his fingers against her rounded, firm asscheeks increased the lust that had built up inside her pussy earlier.

"Unnnnnnn!"

That delicious fire, that flame she didn't understand before, was burning again, licking at the base of her clit, making that tiny sex center sputter with electricity. Janet twisted around on the table, tasting the big man's saliva running down her throat. His fingers, the way they touched her ass, kneaded the flesh, roamed freely around and edged toward her asscrack, made her cunt bum wildly with sexual fire. She loved this, wanted more of it. She knew she would come, knew in her heart, because this kind of treatment was what she wanted, what she needed. Her body knew nothing about bad men, about bikers, thugs like Jack and his friends. All it knew about was the erotic sensations that seemed to be associated with the pain she was enduring.

He was going to do it, he was going to fuck her. After all that pain, after all that humiliation, he was going to fuck her, drive that long skinny cock dangling between his legs into her cunt. The thought of being fucked again made Janet whip her thighs faster and faster from side to side, tugging at the ropes.