LUcy -the juicy babe
Lucy turned to her new husband and asked, "Joe, doesn't the engine sound a little funny to you?"
"It'll be fine," he replied.
She knew Joe was eager to get to their destination. She was eager too. They had only been married a few hours and being good and proper Mormons neither to them had engaged in pre-marital sex. But, she also knew that San Diego was a long way from Salt Lake City and the Arizona sun was beating down relentlessly on Joe's old Chevette.
"Maybe we should pull over and check the oil," she said, meekly.
"It'll be fine," Joe repeated.
"Last services for 48 miles," Lucy said, reading the passing sign aloud.
Joe didn't reply. But from the slight scowl on his face, Lucy knew she had overstepped her bounds. The house and kids they would someday have would be her responsibility. Everything else was Joe's responsibility. Sitting back and pretending not to notice as they drove past the exit, she promised herself she would be the perfect wife and never question her husband's judgement again.
Exactly 24 miles later, with smoke coming from under the hood, the car rolled to a stop on the shoulder of the highway. Thanks to Joe's decision to take a shortcut, they were on a stretch of road no one else seemed to use and it was almost a half-hour before another vehicle came along. Much to Lucy's surprise, it was a tow truck. A big, burly man got out and ambled up to the Lucy's window.
"Name's Harley. Ya'll needing a tow?"
Lucy sat back in her seat as far as she could and remained silent, letting her husband do all the talking.
"I'm Joe and this is my wife, Lucy," he said. "We're pleased to meet you, and glad you happened along. Yes, we do in fact need a tow."
Harley answered Joe, but his eyes were on Lucy's breasts as he said, "I didn't just happen along. I patrol this stretch looking for broke down cars. There's a lot of damn fools on the road who ain't smart enough to check their oil when they should."
Lucy didn't say a word. She remained silent during the entire ride back to Harley's garage. Sitting alone in the office, she watched through the glass door as Harley and his partner Umberto repaired the old Chevette, with Joe fetching wrenches and pretending to know more about cars than he did. She wanted to give Joe a piece of her mind, but she knew she didn't dare. She just sat waiting patiently, buffing her nails and brushing her long, blonde hair.
After a few hours, Lucy noticed there was some sort of argument going on. Through the glass doors she could see Joe waving his arms. Unable to mind her own business any more, she entered the garage.
"I told you I don't have any cash," Joe shouted.
"And I told you we don't take Traveler's Cheques," Harley shouted back.
Umberto blatantly looked Lucy up and down, saying to Joe, "It looks like we have what they call a predicament. I am sure glad you brought your pretty little wife with you."
Lucy got an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach as Umberto approached her. His gold-toothed grin implied far more than just the lecherous looks he and Harley had been giving her all along. Clamping her long legs together and nervously smoothing her skirt, she attempted to not look like the prey she felt she had become. Umberto's words caused Joe to pause too. He quit waving his arms and asked, "What do you mean?"
"Ya'll ain't the first to owe us money and not have the cash," Harley said with a suggestive smile. "Happens all the time. Now we ain't opposed to taking turns ****ing a man in the ass and making him suck us off, but we really do prefer girls. ...shaved legs are better than hairy legs any day. In fact, we like a pretty girl spreading even better than cash. I'm sure we can come to some arrangement. You owe us for parts and a couple hours of labor. The little lady stripping and spreading for the next hour or so ought to make us close to even."
Joe's face turned bright red. He was on the verge of exploding and Lucy knew it.
"That is not an option," he said, trying to remain calm. "You can take the Traveler's Cheques or you can just keep the damn car. Those are the only two choices."
Umberto shook his head and told Lucy, "He is wrong. He can give us cash, or you can give us gash. Those are the only two choices."
Lucy covered her gasping mouth with both hands. Having her privates referred to in such a crude fashion was almost as shocking as what these men were suggesting. Joe attempted to move between his new bride and Umberto, but was pulled back by Harley's strong hand on his shoulder. Umberto grinned.
"I think that if your husband does not want to get hurt, he should go for a little walk," he said, grabbing Lucy by one of her thin wrists. "He does not look like the type who would like to watch while we give you a screwing. And we are going to give you a screwing whether he likes it, or not."
As Lucy tried in vain to break free, Harley smiled at her and nodded. Then, doing a bad impression of Ricky Ricardo, he said, "Lucy, you've got spreading to do."
Joe spun around, punching Harley on the jaw as hard as he could. The big man barely seemed to notice. Countering with a punch of his own, Harley hit Joe in the stomach, literally lifting him off of his feet. As Lucy screamed, Umberto asked her, "Do you want to go in the back where we can have some privacy or do you want to do the spreading right here on the floor or bent over the car so you can watch the fight?"
"Just take her in the back," Harley said, punching Joe again. "And don't slop her box. I don't to go galloping through Gooey Gulch when I take my turn."
"You heard him," Umberto said, dragging Lucy by her wrist. "The boss doesn't want a messy gash. After your screwing, you are going to have to finish me with your mouth and eat the salsa of sex."
As she was dragged to the rear of the garage, Lucy struggled to no avail, calling out her husband's name in one long, mournful, cry.
"Jooooooooooooooooe..."
He, however, was obviously in no position to rescue her. He had been knocked to the floor and Harley had wrapped a shop rag around his neck. Joe was then dragged to his knees and his beating continued with Harley punching his face. Umberto opened a door at the rear of the garage and shoved Lucy inside, telling her, "Your husband is going to wish he had gone for a walk when I told him to."
In the dim light, Lucy tripped and fell onto something soft. The light came on and she found herself in the center of a stained mattress in the middle of a storeroom. A collection of torn panties covered one wall. Umberto pointed and said, "Yours will go right there."
Lucy tried to scramble to her feet, but Umberto was too quick. Grabbing one of her ankles he yanked and she fell hard onto her back.
"This is a good place for spreading, is it not?" he asked. "It has a nice soft bed for you and there is plenty of room to move around. If your husband was not such a jealous man, he could have joined us for your screwing."
From the next room Lucy could still hear Joe being beat. The sounds of punching stopped for moment and Harley asked, "Do you want me to stop hitting ya? You know what to do if you want me to stop."
There was the sound of two more punches and then Harley laughed and said, "That's it, sissy boy. Put it in your pretty mouth. Suck it. Suck my ****ing dick, you sweet little faggot."
Lucy heard a loud moan followed by the sound of Joe choking on something. She would have been stunned, but she was too busy defending her own honor. Umberto was all over her. His tall, thin frame lay across her diagonally, pinning her to the mattress. His mouth and tongue were sucking and licking her neck. One of his strong, dirty hands was down her blouse feeling her breasts through her bra. The other was under her, attempting to unzip her skirt.
"You are prettier than the last woman," Umberto told her. "She also did not want to get a screwing, but she and her husband knew better than to make Harley mad. He and the kids sat quietly in their car while she was in her doing her spreading. Those big white bloomers on the end are hers. She was a little fat, but was still good for screwing."
Lucy summoned all of her strength and twisted to one side, throwing Umberto off of her. As fast as she could, she scooted down the mattress and got her feet on the floor. As Umberto tried to right himself, she jumped up and leapt at the door.
Suddenly, she found herself moving backwards instead of forwards as the buttons down her front popped and flew. Umberto had a hold of the back of her blouse. A heartbeat later, she was again on her back with him lying across her. Her heart skipped its next beat in response to him jerking her bra up and exposing her small breasts. She had landed in a much more compromising position than before and one of Umberto's legs was between her own. One of his hands had found its way up her skirt and his knuckles were stroking her through the thin fabric that made up the crotch of her panties.
"You don't want to go out there," Umberto said, stopping for a second to kiss each of her nipples. "You would just be embarrassed."
From the other side of door Lucy heard her husband screaming, "Take it out! Take it out!"
Harley responded by saying, "It ain't half in yet, faggot, and you're squealing like a pig. I guess I'm going to have to stuff something else in that sweet mouth of yours. Stuff you from both ends, so to speak."
As Joe's cries turned to muffled whimpers, Umberto's lips closed over Lucy's nipple. Tears began to fill her eyes. How could this be happening to them? They were good Christians and had led pure, decent lives. What had they done to deserve this?
"I have a big one," Umberto said, lifting his slobbering mouth from Lucy's breast. "You will like how it feels in you. I know I am much bigger than your husband."
Lucy violently threw her weight to one side again, but this time failed in freeing herself. It was looking more and more as if her fate was sealed. Umberto's legs had forced her own wider apart. Her skirt was tight across her thighs. His fingers were clawing at the leg hole of her panties in an attempt to get in and touch where even Joe hadn't.
Throwing herself in the opposite direction, Lucy inadvertently gave Umberto the access he had failed in achieving on his open. His hand slid up her thigh and under the elastic that formed the leg hole of her white cotton panties. His index and middle fingers hooked and pulled and then dropped into her crotch. As he continued sucking her tits, his rough knuckles moved up and down, brushing lightly against her soft pussy lips and the curly hair that covered them. His touch filled her with fear and dread. Was he really going to be the one to take her virginity?
As she began to pray, Lucy felt Umberto's middle finger straighten. Poking and prodding, he searched for her vagina amongst the wrinkled flesh of her vulva.
"Do you want a fingering before your screwing?" he asked. "It will make you wetter and make it easier for my big one to go in you."
Umberto's finger has just found its target and was about to enter Lucy when the door to the storeroom opened. Harley stepped in and said, "I can't believe she ain't spreading yet. We're going to have to trade places, amigo. I'm ready to take my turn."
"She is a real fighter," Umberto said as he climbed off of Lucy.
Covering her small breasts with one arm, Lucy immediately sat up. She clamped her legs together and tucked her feet under her butt, telling Harley, "Don't you dare touch me."
It did no good. Seconds later she was stretched out on the mattress with her arms over her head. Umberto sat on her wrists, fondling her breasts. Harley sat on her legs. As he tugged her skirt up her thighs he said, "This is how it is, little lady. We can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way, but we are going to do this. Your husband put up a fight. ...earned himself a broken nose. It didn't make no difference."
Harley unzipped his jeans and took out his long, thick hardon. He wagged it at Lucy and told her, "This here is my dipstick. I checked your husband's oil and I'm going to check yours too. It'd be a shame to have to punch your pretty little face, but I will. If that don't take the fight out of you, we got everything we need to tie you up. We'll do it if we have to. Like I said before, we're going to do this. There ain't no two ways about it; you're spreading. You're pussy is going to eat my sausage. I'm going to screw you."
"Me too," Umberto said, taking his own hardon out of his pants.
Lucy lay speechless. She knew everything Harley said was true. She might have been able to escape Umberto, but there was no way she was getting past both of them. Struggling would only get her hurt, but she couldn't just give up. Harley already had her skirt up around her waist and was hungrily eyeing the bulge her pubic hair made in her panties. She could do nothing to prevent her rape. She knew that. But could she just let it happen without any resistance?
"You're going to pick your butt up so I can pull your underwear down," Harley said, lifting his weight from Lucy's legs. "If you don't, I'm going to punch your face."
Lucy waited for as long as she dared and then spit at him, screaming, "Get your hands off of me!"
"Congratulations on calling my bluff, little lady," Harley said, grinning at Lucy. "I ain't never hit a woman and I ain't about to start now. But it don't make no difference. You still got some screwing coming your way. I done told you: you're spreading. If you ain't going to do it yourself, we'll do it for you.
"We going to hook her up?" Umberto asked.
Harley nodded. Then, picking up a roll of duct tape from a nearby shelf, he tore off a strip and applied it to Lucy's mouth. As he smoothed the tape gag around her lips he smiled and said, "The only spitting from here on out is when I spit on my peter to make it wet enough to go in you."
Setting the tape aside, Harley leaned forward and pinned Lucy's elbows to the mattress. Umberto raised up off of her arms. A few seconds later Lucy felt Umberto closing handcuffs around her wrists. When Harley released her she yanked as hard as she could. She heard the jangle of a chain. Her hands were able to move a few inches, but no further.
"Now comes the spreading part of spreading," Harley told her.
He scooted down Lucy's legs, handing off one of her ankles to Umberto. As Lucy twisted and turned, screaming into her gag, her feet were forcefully pulled to opposite corners of the mattress and a length of pipe was laid between her open legs. As she continued to cry and flail, her ankles where fastened to it with leather cuffs.
Tears poured from Lucy's eyes. Her situation was now more helpless than ever. Her legs were spread wide and there was nothing she could do about it. They would stay that way for as long as Harley and Umberto wanted. Only the thin fabric of her panties remained between her virginity and the men who wanted to take it from her.
Harley lowered a rope from a pulley attached to the ceiling. When it came into reach, Umberto took hold of the clip on its end and fastened it to a ring at the center of the pipe between Lucy's open legs.
"Go tie up her husband," Harley said, hoisting Lucy's feet into the air. "He'll be waking up soon. It'd be a shame for him to walk in on us. Think how embarrassed the little lady would be for her husband to see her like this. Of course, it would be even more embarrassing in a couple of minutes when she's got my peter in her box and I'm going at her good and hard. Either way, she'd be shamed and he'd get hurt some more. Tying him up while we screw his wife is just the gentlemanly thing to do."
Umberto grinned and winked at Lucy.
"Me and my big one will back later, little lady," he said, and then disappeared out the door.
With her hands cuffed and chained over her head, her ankles a full three feet apart and raised to the point her butt barely touched the mattress, Lucy couldn't move at all. She could only lie there, wide-eyed and terrified as Harley took a pair of scissors, snipped the taut elastic on either side of her hips and removed her panties, setting them aside with mock daintiness. She could do nothing that would change the fact that he was between her open legs, inching closer on his knees, stroking his stiff, drooling cock, moving closer and closer to her virgin pussy. She was totally helpless.
Looking Lucy directly in the eyes, Harley pursed his lips and made kissing sounds. Then, spitting into his hand, he crudely lubricated the tip of his penis. He inched in a little closer and Lucy cringed as his wet glans made contact with her vulva. The kicked her legs and attempted to twist and turn away. The chains holding her rattled, but remained secure.
"Didn't I say struggling wouldn't make no difference?" Harley asked, sliding the slippery head of his cock up and down between Lucy's wrinkled labia. "Didn't I say you were spreading? You're spread, ain't ya? Didn't I say I was gonna screw ya?"
The moment Lucy had been dreading arrived. With one sudden, stabbing thrust, Harley ripped through her hymen and the head of his cock entered her vagina. In the blink of an eye her status had changed from virgin to victim.
"Well, baby, I'm screwing you, ain't I?" Harley asked, pulling back and shoving in deeper.
Tears gushed from Lucy's eyes. Her virginity was gone, stolen by a brute rather than given lovingly to her husband. Her despair grew deeper and deeper as Harley's penis stroked in and out, in and out, sinking further with each thrust. The fact that he had taken what was supposed to have been Joe's, compounded her sense of violation. She had lost what she considered the ultimate gift.
Harley laid down over her, nuzzling her neck and smelling her hair has he worked his hips, ****ing her harder and harder. His cock surged in and out of her. Lucy's vagina stretched and opened, swallowing his penetrating length. She fell limp, allowing the suspended spreader bar to support her legs. Harley was right; struggling made no difference. Her only choice was to lie there as her body was used and endure as best she could.
On and on her torment went. Harley licked and sucked her neck, coating her flesh with his slobber. His hands groped and squeezed her breasts. His moans and groans filled her ears as he pushed and pulled his rock hard penis in and out of her pussy. Faster and faster he plunged, his hot breath coming quicker and quicker.
"You're a good screw, Lucy," he said, grinning at her. "I'd like to slop you good, but you got more spreading to do. No one likes a messy hole. Ain't no goo going up your cunt just yet. That means it's going in your mouth."
Lucy threw her head violently from side to side. She had sucked Joe's cock on several occasions. Once, he had accidentally ejaculated too soon. She still remembered the taste and oily texture. It was something she never wanted to experience again. It was more than six months before she sucked Joe again, and then only after he swore to God he would never lose control again. The very thought of Harley's semen in her mouth sickened her.
Harley began stroking slower and with a more deliberate back and forth motion. As he continued ****ing Lucy, he pulled his knees up until he was in a semi-kneeling position. He placed his hands on her breasts, pinching gently and tugging lightly on her nipples. One hand slid down her body and he ran his rough-skinned fingers through her pubic hair. His penis slid slower and slower within her as he got closer and closer to orgasm.
"Ain't you learned nothing, girl?" he asked. "It don't matter what you want. If I say it goes in your mouth, it goes in your mouth. We can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way. Either way, I'm creaming in your mouth. Now you going to be a good little knob gobbler and blow my horn, or not?
Lucy continued shaking her head. Harley pushed his cock deep into her and froze. His teeth clenched and his eyes shut tightly. She had seen Joe make the same face and knew he was holding back. As awful as it would be to let him finish in her mouth, the thought of him ejaculating in her unprotected, fertile vagina scared her even more. What if she got pregnant with his child? She wanted to nod her head to indicate her willingness to cooperate, but she couldn't bring herself to do it.
A calm came over Harley. His eyes opened and he began thrusting into Lucy again. As he ****ed her harder and harder, faster and faster, he took her head into his hands and smiled.
"Guess we're doing this hard way, little lady," he told her. "Sweet dreams."
Suddenly, he grabbed her nose, pinching off her air supply. Lucy tried desperately to suck her breath in through her mouth, but the tape sealing her lips made it impossible. She tried to break free of his grasp, but failed. Slowly, her face began to tingle and there was a buzzing in her ears. She felt as if her oxygen-deprived lungs would implode. With Harley's stiff cock still moving deep within her, jamming into her pussy further and further with more and more urgency, Lucy blacked out.
When she regained consciousness, Harley was gone. Lucy's lips and tongue were coated with his semen. The foul taste made her face twist with disgust. The entire inside of her mouth felt slimy. She wanted to puke. But being on her back, she had to fight the urge with all her strength. Umberto was in the storage room with her now. Ducking under the spreader bar and climbing over her, he picked up her discarded panties.
"Harley is such a messy ****er," he said, wiping her chin and cheek. "He hardly ever washes. He thinks I don't know he is making my wife spread for him. But when he is done giving her a screwing, I can smell gasoline in her hair. He's a pig. She does not like him screwing her, but she thinks she is protecting our daughter."
Setting the semen-soaked panties aside, Umberto let his eyes wander over Lucy's naked and bound body. She shuddered. She had never thought of herself as a racist, but she was loathing sex with Umberto even more than she had with Harley. She knew it was because he was Mexican. Being forced to face her prejudice somehow made the moment even worse.
"Our daughter is not yet eighteen and she has been spreading for Harley for more than a year," Umberto said, and then laughed. "She hates him even more, but thinks she is protecting her mother. Women are so stupid."
Umberto opened the front of his pants and pulled his erect penis from his underwear. The sight of it, with its dribbling, dark purple head and heavily veined shaft, made Lucy cringe. As he smiled at her, he started fisting it. Nodding to his cock, he raised his eyebrows and grinned at her. Then, as if they were chatting on a street corner, he continued, saying, "It is okay though. Harley does not have a wife, but he has two daughters. The older one is fat like him. The other one is not so bad. They both like getting a screwing from me. Sometimes, when one is spreading, the other watches. And sometimes..."
Lying over Lucy, Umberto reached between their close pressed bodies and grasped his stiff penis. Lucy recoiled when it's moist head brushed her thigh. As he lowered himself further, its shaft lay across her pubic mound and pressed against her clitoris, sending shivers up her spine. He eased his hips back and it slowly dragged through her bush until finally dropping down and between her wet labia.
"Do you have a sister?" Umberto asked. "If you did, and she spread for you, would you lick her? Harley's daughters... I have seen them lick each other."
Lucy wished he would shut up. The moment was bad enough without having to listen to him. His thick brown cock entered her and fresh tears spilled from her eyes. As he slid in and out of her pussy, shoving his Mexican cock deeper and deeper into her pussy, she remembered a hateful slur she had heard in high school. Over and over, she heard it repeating in beat with Umberto's rhythmic thrusting. She was being banged by a beaner. ...banged by a beaner. ...banged by a beaner.
Suddenly, the voice in her mind was interrupted by a voice in her ear.
"Do you know what?" Umberto asked. "Sometimes I smell gasoline on their hair. Not just the hair on their heads, either. Sometimes Harley gives his own daughters a screwing. They don't mind, though. They like spreading for him."
Umberto had said his penis was larger than Harley's, and it was. Lucy's vagina had easily stretched to accept his girth. His extra length was another matter. As he ****ed her harder and deeper, he began to slam into her cervix. She winced with each stroke. Umberto smiled. He seemed to be mistaking her pain for pleasure. Holding her tightly in his arms, he began punching into her, ramming his cock as far as it would go.
"Do you know what else?" he asked, moving his head to the other side of hers and whispering in her ear. "I have never seen them do it, but I bet they also like getting a screwing from the dog."
Lucy tried not to listen to him. She tried not to think about his big, hard, Mexican dick pumping in and out, in and out of her pussy. His sweat was dripping on her breasts and she attempted to ignore it. Just as she had managed to shut the terrible thoughts from her mind, a far more horrible one burst in. He would be climaxing soon.
She didn't want to eat his so-called salsa of sex. ...Mexican semen. The very thought made her stomach churn. The alternative, however, was even worse. She didn't use any form of birth control; there had never been any need for it. She and Joe had wanted her to become pregnant on their honeymoon. They had planned everything around it. She was at her most fertile. She had no choice; she had to beg Umberto to finish in her mouth. She might have been able to pass off Harley's baby as belonging to Joe, but not Umberto's. ...not a Mexican baby.
As she lie there beneath Umberto, rolling forward and back uncontrollably in concert with his movement, she tried to find the words. She knew he wouldn't agree to finishing on her belly or even her breasts. She knew it had to be in her pussy or her mouth. Either would be awful, but one far more so than the other. She could still taste Harley's semen. Could the flavor of Umberto's be any worse? His cock was sliding in and out of her, faster and faster. He was breathing harder and harder. He was groaning louder and louder. Abject terror jumped up her throat and forced the words out.
"Oh, God, please," she cried. "In my mouth. In my mouth!"
The unthinkable happened. Umberto's dick erupted deep within her belly. As he continued to **** her, spurt after spurt of thick, slippery semen shot into her.
"Oh, God, no! No!" she screamed.
Umberto kept pushing and shoving his cock into her, filling her fuller and fuller with his sperm. Her pussy overflowed. She felt a rivulet run down her crotch and across her asshole. Still he kept ****ing and cumming, ****ing and cumming.
When he eventually stopped, Lucy was too stunned to say of do anything. Umberto said nothing either. He was about to get up when there was a sharp rap at the door followed by two more. It sounded like a signal. Grabbing Lucy's moist, semen-soaked panties, Umberto balled them up and stuffed them into her mouth. Lucy felt the bile rise in her throat. She would have puked if it had been possible.
"Someone is here," Umberto said, quickly reapplying the duct tape.
Hurriedly, he got to his feet, closed the front of his pants and left the storeroom. A moment later, the door opened. His hand reached in and switched off the light. Lucy heard voices. Barely a minute went by and the door opened again. Silhouetted in the light from outside she saw a female police officer. Lucy was as filled with relief as she was with sperm. She was thanking God for rescuing her when the woman knelt down and began kissing the insides of Lucy's thighs. As she slid two long fingers into Lucy's gooey vagina, she looked at the bound bride from behind mirrored sunglasses and said, "Looks like my baby brother got himself a pretty one."
From behind the woman, Lucy heard Harley ask, "Didn't I tell you, Becca?"
The storeroom door closed. Dim light leaked in through a painted-over window and Lucy saw Becca smile. She was a large woman, not fat but over-sized and well proportioned. Her shoulders were broad like a man's, but everything else about here was unquestionably female. Pulling her semen-coated fingers from Lucy's vagina, she sucked them clean, and said, "I hope for your sake this ain't Umberto's wad. He probably has the highest sperm count in the county. He did me once. I got a little too drunk and passed out in his truck. When I come to, I was here rigged up just like you are."
She pointed to a pair of red satin panties on the wall and said, "Those are mine. He didn't even pop his wad in my twat and I got knocked up. He must have dribbled a little while he was hosing me. Nine months later I was in the maternity ward with my feet up again, this time in stirrups. I had two of the fattest little bambinos you ever saw. ...hurt like hell. Felt like I was shitting a couple of watermelons."
Becca moved her face closer to Lucy's wet vulva. Grinning, she said, "Pay attention, doll face."
Her mouth closed over Lucy's pussy. As the flat of Becca's tongue dragged across Lucy's clit, Lucy arched her back. She had never felt anything so sensual. She didn't masturbate and Joe had never performed oral sex on her. To be touched that way by another woman was more humiliating than anything she could imagine, but she couldn't ignore how wonderful the sensations were. She shuddered with undeniable pleasure.
Becca's mouth sucked lightly. She took each of Lucy's labia between her lips, pulling and tonguing gently. Up and down she slid. Occasionally, the tip of her tongue slipped under the little hood of protective flesh and flicked Lucy's clitoris directly, sending jolts of electricity through the bound girl. Reaching up, Becca caressed Lucy's small breasts. For the first time, the young bride noticed her chest was heaving, she was breathing hard through her flared nostrils.
Sex with the men had in a fashion served as foreplay. She had hated every second, but her body had responded to their stimulus. It was aching for release. Something was building within her, and it couldn't be stopped. The policewoman's lips nipped and kissed, her tongue painted and petted. Then, as it snaked deep inside Lucy's sloppy vagina, it trigger the young woman's first orgasm. Lucy moaned.
"Holy mackerel," Becca said, shaking her head. "You've got a serious twatful of wad. Did both of them pop off in there?"
Lucy barely understood Becca. Wonderful waves of joy were flowing through her. It was all she could do to keep from throwing her head from side to side. She fought to stifle herself. Her wet vagina was getting wetter and wetter. Her own juices were surging. As hard as she tried to hide what was happening, she couldn't prevent her legs from trembling wildly.
"You creamin', doll face?" Becca asked with a smile.
She pressed the heel of her hand firmly against Lucy's clit and made a quick circular motion. Lucy's back arched even further. Her ears were filled with her own muffled squeals and moans. She bucked uncontrollably within the limits of the chains holding her. Becca's hand action was like throwing gasoline on a bonfire. Lucy felt like she would explode.
Eventually, however, the inferno diminished to the burning embers of afterglow. Lucy again lay limp, her spread legs dangling like a tangled puppet from the spreader bar. Becca crawled up and over her. Standing, the amazon-like policewoman straddled Lucy's waist, towering over her.
"Now you know how to do what you're going to do," she said, pulling up the dark blue skirt of her uniform and yanking the crotch of her black satin panties to one side.
Lucy looked at Becca's thick auburn bush and cringed. Having a woman lick her pussy was one thing. The thought of licking a woman's pussy was something she found totally revolting. She was horrified. Somehow is seemed worst than being raped by a man. How could a woman force another to do such a thing?
Becca placed one foot over Lucy's head. Lowering herself to a semi-kneeling position, with the knee of her other leg in Lucy's armpit, she moved her hairy crotch closer and closer to Lucy's face. She peeled back the duct tape covering the young woman's mouth and found Lucy's drenched panties.
"Nice touch," she said, removing them. "Umberto is getting more creative. I might have to let him hose me again. I'd have to make him wear two rubbers, though. I don't need no more kids. It's going to be hard enough to keep Harley from hosing the ones I got."
Finally being able to speak, Lucy began begging, "Please don't do this. Please let me go. Please!"
"Go to it, lover," Becca said, pressing herself to Lucy's mouth. "Cleaning the carpet ain't no worse than knob gobbling and I know you've done that."
Lucy turned her lips inward and pulled her head back into the mattress as far as she could. She couldn't prevent the large policewoman from rubbing against her face, but she refused to actively participate. Becca's curly pubic hair surrounded Lucy's nose and her strong feminine aroma filled Lucy's nostrils.
"Do it right, doll face," Becca said, grinding herself against Lucy's mouth. "Do it like I showed you. You give my twat a good going over with your pretty mouth, or I'll give yours a good going over with my baton. I'll whup on it good. ...beat your twat black and blue. The last girl I done it to, some lady lawyer from Phoenix... She couldn't even drive when I was finished with her. We had to booze her up and arrested her for drunk driving. It's been three days and she's still so sore she can't walk. Half a dozen times a day you can hear her screaming to high heaven, and you know someone is in her cell hosing her. The boys down at the jail have been pimping her for fifty bucks a pop. Her tricks don't care how bruised her twat it. They seem to like hearing her holler. You really want to make me cream, doll face. ...for your sake. You understand what I'm telling you?"
Lucy shivered with fear. Her tongue shot out from between her lips and she began kissing, sucking and licking as fast and as furious as she could. She didn't want to tempt fate anymore. Resistance had only brought defeat. Bound as she was, with her legs spread and her ankles suspended, she was helpless. The vision of having her crotch beat with a nightstick was too real and the resulting pain was too unimaginable.
As Lucy lapped and mouthed, she felt Becca stroking her hair and heard her say, "Ain't no one come looking for that woman yet. That means the snooty bitch ain't going home. Her car has already been scrapped. Umberto called his cousin in Hermosillo. He works at the prison and has helped us work out a little deal. She's getting her twat beat again, just because it seems good for business. ...maybe her boobs too. Then, we're raising her price to a hundred bucks. We want to get top dollar for her before the pair of pretty little senoritas we traded her for arrive. You better work hard and fast at paying Harley's bill. Some of the boys got a problem with hosing girls as young as these two, but the boys would love to get their hands on you."
With all her heart, Lucy set to the task of pleasing Becca. As bad as things were, she knew they could get much, much worse. She frantically thrust and probed with her tongue. She nuzzled and sucked with her mouth. Her lips caressed, pulled and teased. Becca worked her hips faster and faster, moaning louder and louder, rubbing her slick pussy back and forth on Lucy's face.
"That's it, lover," Becca groaned. "Go to it, doll face. Go to it! Work your nose on my love button and push your tongue deep. That's it. That's it! Oh yes. Oh yes! Oh God. Oh God! I'm creaming. I'm creaming!"
Becca shuddered and shook, but Lucy didn't let up. She mashed her nose against the policewoman's clit. Her tongue flicked in every direction lashing at the moist labia pressed to her mouth. It extended to its limit and plunged deep into the climaxing woman's warm, wet vagina. Her lips clamped over Becca's vulva and she sucked and sucked and sucked.
When Becca finally lowered Lucy's head back to the mattress, she smiled and said, "That was great. You did good, doll face. ...better than most."
As the big policewoman staggered to her feet, Lucy saw the storeroom door was open. Two teenage boys were standing just outside it. Their eyes were open wide in excitement and there were obvious bulges in their pants. Harley was behind them.
"Now wasn't that the best ten dollars you ever spent?" he asked. "Another fifty bucks apiece and you can go all the way. How about it? You boys want to screw her?"
Both boys expressions turned to disappointment and they shook their heads.
"If you ain't got the money, maybe we can work out a deal," Harley said, placing a hand on each boy's shoulder. "You can screw her today. You come back tomorrow and let me check your oil."
He slid his hands off the boy's shoulders and they both jumped as their butts were grabbed. Shaking their heads adamantly, they hurried off followed by a grinning Harley.
Becca righted her panties and straightened her skirt. As she left the storeroom, she grinned at someone and said, "She's all yours, partner."
A policeman stepped into the doorway. He was naked from the waist down and his penis was erected and wet with saliva. As he moved past Becca, she looked at his long, thick cock and asked, "How come you never hosed me, Jack?"
Jack smiled and said, "I promised my wife. I don't **** any woman in the county except her. Harley's girls don't live here, neither does that one at the jail or the two new ones we swapped her for, but you do."
Jack ducked under the spreader bar suspending Lucy's ankles and Becca closed the stockroom door. Unceremoniously, he shoved his hardon into Lucy and began ****ing her. For nearly five minutes he pushed and pulled his cock in and out of her sopping pussy without saying a word or even looking at her face.
"Hurry it, partner," Becca called from the garage. "We got a call. We got to roll."
"She's too wet," Jack replied. "I'm not getting enough feeling."
Becca yelled back, "Switch holes. Frankie is out here hosing her hubby. There ain't no reason she shouldn't take it up the butt too."
"It'll be fine," he replied.
She knew Joe was eager to get to their destination. She was eager too. They had only been married a few hours and being good and proper Mormons neither to them had engaged in pre-marital sex. But, she also knew that San Diego was a long way from Salt Lake City and the Arizona sun was beating down relentlessly on Joe's old Chevette.
"Maybe we should pull over and check the oil," she said, meekly.
"It'll be fine," Joe repeated.
"Last services for 48 miles," Lucy said, reading the passing sign aloud.
Joe didn't reply. But from the slight scowl on his face, Lucy knew she had overstepped her bounds. The house and kids they would someday have would be her responsibility. Everything else was Joe's responsibility. Sitting back and pretending not to notice as they drove past the exit, she promised herself she would be the perfect wife and never question her husband's judgement again.
Exactly 24 miles later, with smoke coming from under the hood, the car rolled to a stop on the shoulder of the highway. Thanks to Joe's decision to take a shortcut, they were on a stretch of road no one else seemed to use and it was almost a half-hour before another vehicle came along. Much to Lucy's surprise, it was a tow truck. A big, burly man got out and ambled up to the Lucy's window.
"Name's Harley. Ya'll needing a tow?"
Lucy sat back in her seat as far as she could and remained silent, letting her husband do all the talking.
"I'm Joe and this is my wife, Lucy," he said. "We're pleased to meet you, and glad you happened along. Yes, we do in fact need a tow."
Harley answered Joe, but his eyes were on Lucy's breasts as he said, "I didn't just happen along. I patrol this stretch looking for broke down cars. There's a lot of damn fools on the road who ain't smart enough to check their oil when they should."
Lucy didn't say a word. She remained silent during the entire ride back to Harley's garage. Sitting alone in the office, she watched through the glass door as Harley and his partner Umberto repaired the old Chevette, with Joe fetching wrenches and pretending to know more about cars than he did. She wanted to give Joe a piece of her mind, but she knew she didn't dare. She just sat waiting patiently, buffing her nails and brushing her long, blonde hair.
After a few hours, Lucy noticed there was some sort of argument going on. Through the glass doors she could see Joe waving his arms. Unable to mind her own business any more, she entered the garage.
"I told you I don't have any cash," Joe shouted.
"And I told you we don't take Traveler's Cheques," Harley shouted back.
Umberto blatantly looked Lucy up and down, saying to Joe, "It looks like we have what they call a predicament. I am sure glad you brought your pretty little wife with you."
Lucy got an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach as Umberto approached her. His gold-toothed grin implied far more than just the lecherous looks he and Harley had been giving her all along. Clamping her long legs together and nervously smoothing her skirt, she attempted to not look like the prey she felt she had become. Umberto's words caused Joe to pause too. He quit waving his arms and asked, "What do you mean?"
"Ya'll ain't the first to owe us money and not have the cash," Harley said with a suggestive smile. "Happens all the time. Now we ain't opposed to taking turns ****ing a man in the ass and making him suck us off, but we really do prefer girls. ...shaved legs are better than hairy legs any day. In fact, we like a pretty girl spreading even better than cash. I'm sure we can come to some arrangement. You owe us for parts and a couple hours of labor. The little lady stripping and spreading for the next hour or so ought to make us close to even."
Joe's face turned bright red. He was on the verge of exploding and Lucy knew it.
"That is not an option," he said, trying to remain calm. "You can take the Traveler's Cheques or you can just keep the damn car. Those are the only two choices."
Umberto shook his head and told Lucy, "He is wrong. He can give us cash, or you can give us gash. Those are the only two choices."
Lucy covered her gasping mouth with both hands. Having her privates referred to in such a crude fashion was almost as shocking as what these men were suggesting. Joe attempted to move between his new bride and Umberto, but was pulled back by Harley's strong hand on his shoulder. Umberto grinned.
"I think that if your husband does not want to get hurt, he should go for a little walk," he said, grabbing Lucy by one of her thin wrists. "He does not look like the type who would like to watch while we give you a screwing. And we are going to give you a screwing whether he likes it, or not."
As Lucy tried in vain to break free, Harley smiled at her and nodded. Then, doing a bad impression of Ricky Ricardo, he said, "Lucy, you've got spreading to do."
Joe spun around, punching Harley on the jaw as hard as he could. The big man barely seemed to notice. Countering with a punch of his own, Harley hit Joe in the stomach, literally lifting him off of his feet. As Lucy screamed, Umberto asked her, "Do you want to go in the back where we can have some privacy or do you want to do the spreading right here on the floor or bent over the car so you can watch the fight?"
"Just take her in the back," Harley said, punching Joe again. "And don't slop her box. I don't to go galloping through Gooey Gulch when I take my turn."
"You heard him," Umberto said, dragging Lucy by her wrist. "The boss doesn't want a messy gash. After your screwing, you are going to have to finish me with your mouth and eat the salsa of sex."
As she was dragged to the rear of the garage, Lucy struggled to no avail, calling out her husband's name in one long, mournful, cry.
"Jooooooooooooooooe..."
He, however, was obviously in no position to rescue her. He had been knocked to the floor and Harley had wrapped a shop rag around his neck. Joe was then dragged to his knees and his beating continued with Harley punching his face. Umberto opened a door at the rear of the garage and shoved Lucy inside, telling her, "Your husband is going to wish he had gone for a walk when I told him to."
In the dim light, Lucy tripped and fell onto something soft. The light came on and she found herself in the center of a stained mattress in the middle of a storeroom. A collection of torn panties covered one wall. Umberto pointed and said, "Yours will go right there."
Lucy tried to scramble to her feet, but Umberto was too quick. Grabbing one of her ankles he yanked and she fell hard onto her back.
"This is a good place for spreading, is it not?" he asked. "It has a nice soft bed for you and there is plenty of room to move around. If your husband was not such a jealous man, he could have joined us for your screwing."
From the next room Lucy could still hear Joe being beat. The sounds of punching stopped for moment and Harley asked, "Do you want me to stop hitting ya? You know what to do if you want me to stop."
There was the sound of two more punches and then Harley laughed and said, "That's it, sissy boy. Put it in your pretty mouth. Suck it. Suck my ****ing dick, you sweet little faggot."
Lucy heard a loud moan followed by the sound of Joe choking on something. She would have been stunned, but she was too busy defending her own honor. Umberto was all over her. His tall, thin frame lay across her diagonally, pinning her to the mattress. His mouth and tongue were sucking and licking her neck. One of his strong, dirty hands was down her blouse feeling her breasts through her bra. The other was under her, attempting to unzip her skirt.
"You are prettier than the last woman," Umberto told her. "She also did not want to get a screwing, but she and her husband knew better than to make Harley mad. He and the kids sat quietly in their car while she was in her doing her spreading. Those big white bloomers on the end are hers. She was a little fat, but was still good for screwing."
Lucy summoned all of her strength and twisted to one side, throwing Umberto off of her. As fast as she could, she scooted down the mattress and got her feet on the floor. As Umberto tried to right himself, she jumped up and leapt at the door.
Suddenly, she found herself moving backwards instead of forwards as the buttons down her front popped and flew. Umberto had a hold of the back of her blouse. A heartbeat later, she was again on her back with him lying across her. Her heart skipped its next beat in response to him jerking her bra up and exposing her small breasts. She had landed in a much more compromising position than before and one of Umberto's legs was between her own. One of his hands had found its way up her skirt and his knuckles were stroking her through the thin fabric that made up the crotch of her panties.
"You don't want to go out there," Umberto said, stopping for a second to kiss each of her nipples. "You would just be embarrassed."
From the other side of door Lucy heard her husband screaming, "Take it out! Take it out!"
Harley responded by saying, "It ain't half in yet, faggot, and you're squealing like a pig. I guess I'm going to have to stuff something else in that sweet mouth of yours. Stuff you from both ends, so to speak."
As Joe's cries turned to muffled whimpers, Umberto's lips closed over Lucy's nipple. Tears began to fill her eyes. How could this be happening to them? They were good Christians and had led pure, decent lives. What had they done to deserve this?
"I have a big one," Umberto said, lifting his slobbering mouth from Lucy's breast. "You will like how it feels in you. I know I am much bigger than your husband."
Lucy violently threw her weight to one side again, but this time failed in freeing herself. It was looking more and more as if her fate was sealed. Umberto's legs had forced her own wider apart. Her skirt was tight across her thighs. His fingers were clawing at the leg hole of her panties in an attempt to get in and touch where even Joe hadn't.
Throwing herself in the opposite direction, Lucy inadvertently gave Umberto the access he had failed in achieving on his open. His hand slid up her thigh and under the elastic that formed the leg hole of her white cotton panties. His index and middle fingers hooked and pulled and then dropped into her crotch. As he continued sucking her tits, his rough knuckles moved up and down, brushing lightly against her soft pussy lips and the curly hair that covered them. His touch filled her with fear and dread. Was he really going to be the one to take her virginity?
As she began to pray, Lucy felt Umberto's middle finger straighten. Poking and prodding, he searched for her vagina amongst the wrinkled flesh of her vulva.
"Do you want a fingering before your screwing?" he asked. "It will make you wetter and make it easier for my big one to go in you."
Umberto's finger has just found its target and was about to enter Lucy when the door to the storeroom opened. Harley stepped in and said, "I can't believe she ain't spreading yet. We're going to have to trade places, amigo. I'm ready to take my turn."
"She is a real fighter," Umberto said as he climbed off of Lucy.
Covering her small breasts with one arm, Lucy immediately sat up. She clamped her legs together and tucked her feet under her butt, telling Harley, "Don't you dare touch me."
It did no good. Seconds later she was stretched out on the mattress with her arms over her head. Umberto sat on her wrists, fondling her breasts. Harley sat on her legs. As he tugged her skirt up her thighs he said, "This is how it is, little lady. We can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way, but we are going to do this. Your husband put up a fight. ...earned himself a broken nose. It didn't make no difference."
Harley unzipped his jeans and took out his long, thick hardon. He wagged it at Lucy and told her, "This here is my dipstick. I checked your husband's oil and I'm going to check yours too. It'd be a shame to have to punch your pretty little face, but I will. If that don't take the fight out of you, we got everything we need to tie you up. We'll do it if we have to. Like I said before, we're going to do this. There ain't no two ways about it; you're spreading. You're pussy is going to eat my sausage. I'm going to screw you."
"Me too," Umberto said, taking his own hardon out of his pants.
Lucy lay speechless. She knew everything Harley said was true. She might have been able to escape Umberto, but there was no way she was getting past both of them. Struggling would only get her hurt, but she couldn't just give up. Harley already had her skirt up around her waist and was hungrily eyeing the bulge her pubic hair made in her panties. She could do nothing to prevent her rape. She knew that. But could she just let it happen without any resistance?
"You're going to pick your butt up so I can pull your underwear down," Harley said, lifting his weight from Lucy's legs. "If you don't, I'm going to punch your face."
Lucy waited for as long as she dared and then spit at him, screaming, "Get your hands off of me!"
"Congratulations on calling my bluff, little lady," Harley said, grinning at Lucy. "I ain't never hit a woman and I ain't about to start now. But it don't make no difference. You still got some screwing coming your way. I done told you: you're spreading. If you ain't going to do it yourself, we'll do it for you.
"We going to hook her up?" Umberto asked.
Harley nodded. Then, picking up a roll of duct tape from a nearby shelf, he tore off a strip and applied it to Lucy's mouth. As he smoothed the tape gag around her lips he smiled and said, "The only spitting from here on out is when I spit on my peter to make it wet enough to go in you."
Setting the tape aside, Harley leaned forward and pinned Lucy's elbows to the mattress. Umberto raised up off of her arms. A few seconds later Lucy felt Umberto closing handcuffs around her wrists. When Harley released her she yanked as hard as she could. She heard the jangle of a chain. Her hands were able to move a few inches, but no further.
"Now comes the spreading part of spreading," Harley told her.
He scooted down Lucy's legs, handing off one of her ankles to Umberto. As Lucy twisted and turned, screaming into her gag, her feet were forcefully pulled to opposite corners of the mattress and a length of pipe was laid between her open legs. As she continued to cry and flail, her ankles where fastened to it with leather cuffs.
Tears poured from Lucy's eyes. Her situation was now more helpless than ever. Her legs were spread wide and there was nothing she could do about it. They would stay that way for as long as Harley and Umberto wanted. Only the thin fabric of her panties remained between her virginity and the men who wanted to take it from her.
Harley lowered a rope from a pulley attached to the ceiling. When it came into reach, Umberto took hold of the clip on its end and fastened it to a ring at the center of the pipe between Lucy's open legs.
"Go tie up her husband," Harley said, hoisting Lucy's feet into the air. "He'll be waking up soon. It'd be a shame for him to walk in on us. Think how embarrassed the little lady would be for her husband to see her like this. Of course, it would be even more embarrassing in a couple of minutes when she's got my peter in her box and I'm going at her good and hard. Either way, she'd be shamed and he'd get hurt some more. Tying him up while we screw his wife is just the gentlemanly thing to do."
Umberto grinned and winked at Lucy.
"Me and my big one will back later, little lady," he said, and then disappeared out the door.
With her hands cuffed and chained over her head, her ankles a full three feet apart and raised to the point her butt barely touched the mattress, Lucy couldn't move at all. She could only lie there, wide-eyed and terrified as Harley took a pair of scissors, snipped the taut elastic on either side of her hips and removed her panties, setting them aside with mock daintiness. She could do nothing that would change the fact that he was between her open legs, inching closer on his knees, stroking his stiff, drooling cock, moving closer and closer to her virgin pussy. She was totally helpless.
Looking Lucy directly in the eyes, Harley pursed his lips and made kissing sounds. Then, spitting into his hand, he crudely lubricated the tip of his penis. He inched in a little closer and Lucy cringed as his wet glans made contact with her vulva. The kicked her legs and attempted to twist and turn away. The chains holding her rattled, but remained secure.
"Didn't I say struggling wouldn't make no difference?" Harley asked, sliding the slippery head of his cock up and down between Lucy's wrinkled labia. "Didn't I say you were spreading? You're spread, ain't ya? Didn't I say I was gonna screw ya?"
The moment Lucy had been dreading arrived. With one sudden, stabbing thrust, Harley ripped through her hymen and the head of his cock entered her vagina. In the blink of an eye her status had changed from virgin to victim.
"Well, baby, I'm screwing you, ain't I?" Harley asked, pulling back and shoving in deeper.
Tears gushed from Lucy's eyes. Her virginity was gone, stolen by a brute rather than given lovingly to her husband. Her despair grew deeper and deeper as Harley's penis stroked in and out, in and out, sinking further with each thrust. The fact that he had taken what was supposed to have been Joe's, compounded her sense of violation. She had lost what she considered the ultimate gift.
Harley laid down over her, nuzzling her neck and smelling her hair has he worked his hips, ****ing her harder and harder. His cock surged in and out of her. Lucy's vagina stretched and opened, swallowing his penetrating length. She fell limp, allowing the suspended spreader bar to support her legs. Harley was right; struggling made no difference. Her only choice was to lie there as her body was used and endure as best she could.
On and on her torment went. Harley licked and sucked her neck, coating her flesh with his slobber. His hands groped and squeezed her breasts. His moans and groans filled her ears as he pushed and pulled his rock hard penis in and out of her pussy. Faster and faster he plunged, his hot breath coming quicker and quicker.
"You're a good screw, Lucy," he said, grinning at her. "I'd like to slop you good, but you got more spreading to do. No one likes a messy hole. Ain't no goo going up your cunt just yet. That means it's going in your mouth."
Lucy threw her head violently from side to side. She had sucked Joe's cock on several occasions. Once, he had accidentally ejaculated too soon. She still remembered the taste and oily texture. It was something she never wanted to experience again. It was more than six months before she sucked Joe again, and then only after he swore to God he would never lose control again. The very thought of Harley's semen in her mouth sickened her.
Harley began stroking slower and with a more deliberate back and forth motion. As he continued ****ing Lucy, he pulled his knees up until he was in a semi-kneeling position. He placed his hands on her breasts, pinching gently and tugging lightly on her nipples. One hand slid down her body and he ran his rough-skinned fingers through her pubic hair. His penis slid slower and slower within her as he got closer and closer to orgasm.
"Ain't you learned nothing, girl?" he asked. "It don't matter what you want. If I say it goes in your mouth, it goes in your mouth. We can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way. Either way, I'm creaming in your mouth. Now you going to be a good little knob gobbler and blow my horn, or not?
Lucy continued shaking her head. Harley pushed his cock deep into her and froze. His teeth clenched and his eyes shut tightly. She had seen Joe make the same face and knew he was holding back. As awful as it would be to let him finish in her mouth, the thought of him ejaculating in her unprotected, fertile vagina scared her even more. What if she got pregnant with his child? She wanted to nod her head to indicate her willingness to cooperate, but she couldn't bring herself to do it.
A calm came over Harley. His eyes opened and he began thrusting into Lucy again. As he ****ed her harder and harder, faster and faster, he took her head into his hands and smiled.
"Guess we're doing this hard way, little lady," he told her. "Sweet dreams."
Suddenly, he grabbed her nose, pinching off her air supply. Lucy tried desperately to suck her breath in through her mouth, but the tape sealing her lips made it impossible. She tried to break free of his grasp, but failed. Slowly, her face began to tingle and there was a buzzing in her ears. She felt as if her oxygen-deprived lungs would implode. With Harley's stiff cock still moving deep within her, jamming into her pussy further and further with more and more urgency, Lucy blacked out.
When she regained consciousness, Harley was gone. Lucy's lips and tongue were coated with his semen. The foul taste made her face twist with disgust. The entire inside of her mouth felt slimy. She wanted to puke. But being on her back, she had to fight the urge with all her strength. Umberto was in the storage room with her now. Ducking under the spreader bar and climbing over her, he picked up her discarded panties.
"Harley is such a messy ****er," he said, wiping her chin and cheek. "He hardly ever washes. He thinks I don't know he is making my wife spread for him. But when he is done giving her a screwing, I can smell gasoline in her hair. He's a pig. She does not like him screwing her, but she thinks she is protecting our daughter."
Setting the semen-soaked panties aside, Umberto let his eyes wander over Lucy's naked and bound body. She shuddered. She had never thought of herself as a racist, but she was loathing sex with Umberto even more than she had with Harley. She knew it was because he was Mexican. Being forced to face her prejudice somehow made the moment even worse.
"Our daughter is not yet eighteen and she has been spreading for Harley for more than a year," Umberto said, and then laughed. "She hates him even more, but thinks she is protecting her mother. Women are so stupid."
Umberto opened the front of his pants and pulled his erect penis from his underwear. The sight of it, with its dribbling, dark purple head and heavily veined shaft, made Lucy cringe. As he smiled at her, he started fisting it. Nodding to his cock, he raised his eyebrows and grinned at her. Then, as if they were chatting on a street corner, he continued, saying, "It is okay though. Harley does not have a wife, but he has two daughters. The older one is fat like him. The other one is not so bad. They both like getting a screwing from me. Sometimes, when one is spreading, the other watches. And sometimes..."
Lying over Lucy, Umberto reached between their close pressed bodies and grasped his stiff penis. Lucy recoiled when it's moist head brushed her thigh. As he lowered himself further, its shaft lay across her pubic mound and pressed against her clitoris, sending shivers up her spine. He eased his hips back and it slowly dragged through her bush until finally dropping down and between her wet labia.
"Do you have a sister?" Umberto asked. "If you did, and she spread for you, would you lick her? Harley's daughters... I have seen them lick each other."
Lucy wished he would shut up. The moment was bad enough without having to listen to him. His thick brown cock entered her and fresh tears spilled from her eyes. As he slid in and out of her pussy, shoving his Mexican cock deeper and deeper into her pussy, she remembered a hateful slur she had heard in high school. Over and over, she heard it repeating in beat with Umberto's rhythmic thrusting. She was being banged by a beaner. ...banged by a beaner. ...banged by a beaner.
Suddenly, the voice in her mind was interrupted by a voice in her ear.
"Do you know what?" Umberto asked. "Sometimes I smell gasoline on their hair. Not just the hair on their heads, either. Sometimes Harley gives his own daughters a screwing. They don't mind, though. They like spreading for him."
Umberto had said his penis was larger than Harley's, and it was. Lucy's vagina had easily stretched to accept his girth. His extra length was another matter. As he ****ed her harder and deeper, he began to slam into her cervix. She winced with each stroke. Umberto smiled. He seemed to be mistaking her pain for pleasure. Holding her tightly in his arms, he began punching into her, ramming his cock as far as it would go.
"Do you know what else?" he asked, moving his head to the other side of hers and whispering in her ear. "I have never seen them do it, but I bet they also like getting a screwing from the dog."
Lucy tried not to listen to him. She tried not to think about his big, hard, Mexican dick pumping in and out, in and out of her pussy. His sweat was dripping on her breasts and she attempted to ignore it. Just as she had managed to shut the terrible thoughts from her mind, a far more horrible one burst in. He would be climaxing soon.
She didn't want to eat his so-called salsa of sex. ...Mexican semen. The very thought made her stomach churn. The alternative, however, was even worse. She didn't use any form of birth control; there had never been any need for it. She and Joe had wanted her to become pregnant on their honeymoon. They had planned everything around it. She was at her most fertile. She had no choice; she had to beg Umberto to finish in her mouth. She might have been able to pass off Harley's baby as belonging to Joe, but not Umberto's. ...not a Mexican baby.
As she lie there beneath Umberto, rolling forward and back uncontrollably in concert with his movement, she tried to find the words. She knew he wouldn't agree to finishing on her belly or even her breasts. She knew it had to be in her pussy or her mouth. Either would be awful, but one far more so than the other. She could still taste Harley's semen. Could the flavor of Umberto's be any worse? His cock was sliding in and out of her, faster and faster. He was breathing harder and harder. He was groaning louder and louder. Abject terror jumped up her throat and forced the words out.
"Oh, God, please," she cried. "In my mouth. In my mouth!"
The unthinkable happened. Umberto's dick erupted deep within her belly. As he continued to **** her, spurt after spurt of thick, slippery semen shot into her.
"Oh, God, no! No!" she screamed.
Umberto kept pushing and shoving his cock into her, filling her fuller and fuller with his sperm. Her pussy overflowed. She felt a rivulet run down her crotch and across her asshole. Still he kept ****ing and cumming, ****ing and cumming.
When he eventually stopped, Lucy was too stunned to say of do anything. Umberto said nothing either. He was about to get up when there was a sharp rap at the door followed by two more. It sounded like a signal. Grabbing Lucy's moist, semen-soaked panties, Umberto balled them up and stuffed them into her mouth. Lucy felt the bile rise in her throat. She would have puked if it had been possible.
"Someone is here," Umberto said, quickly reapplying the duct tape.
Hurriedly, he got to his feet, closed the front of his pants and left the storeroom. A moment later, the door opened. His hand reached in and switched off the light. Lucy heard voices. Barely a minute went by and the door opened again. Silhouetted in the light from outside she saw a female police officer. Lucy was as filled with relief as she was with sperm. She was thanking God for rescuing her when the woman knelt down and began kissing the insides of Lucy's thighs. As she slid two long fingers into Lucy's gooey vagina, she looked at the bound bride from behind mirrored sunglasses and said, "Looks like my baby brother got himself a pretty one."
From behind the woman, Lucy heard Harley ask, "Didn't I tell you, Becca?"
The storeroom door closed. Dim light leaked in through a painted-over window and Lucy saw Becca smile. She was a large woman, not fat but over-sized and well proportioned. Her shoulders were broad like a man's, but everything else about here was unquestionably female. Pulling her semen-coated fingers from Lucy's vagina, she sucked them clean, and said, "I hope for your sake this ain't Umberto's wad. He probably has the highest sperm count in the county. He did me once. I got a little too drunk and passed out in his truck. When I come to, I was here rigged up just like you are."
She pointed to a pair of red satin panties on the wall and said, "Those are mine. He didn't even pop his wad in my twat and I got knocked up. He must have dribbled a little while he was hosing me. Nine months later I was in the maternity ward with my feet up again, this time in stirrups. I had two of the fattest little bambinos you ever saw. ...hurt like hell. Felt like I was shitting a couple of watermelons."
Becca moved her face closer to Lucy's wet vulva. Grinning, she said, "Pay attention, doll face."
Her mouth closed over Lucy's pussy. As the flat of Becca's tongue dragged across Lucy's clit, Lucy arched her back. She had never felt anything so sensual. She didn't masturbate and Joe had never performed oral sex on her. To be touched that way by another woman was more humiliating than anything she could imagine, but she couldn't ignore how wonderful the sensations were. She shuddered with undeniable pleasure.
Becca's mouth sucked lightly. She took each of Lucy's labia between her lips, pulling and tonguing gently. Up and down she slid. Occasionally, the tip of her tongue slipped under the little hood of protective flesh and flicked Lucy's clitoris directly, sending jolts of electricity through the bound girl. Reaching up, Becca caressed Lucy's small breasts. For the first time, the young bride noticed her chest was heaving, she was breathing hard through her flared nostrils.
Sex with the men had in a fashion served as foreplay. She had hated every second, but her body had responded to their stimulus. It was aching for release. Something was building within her, and it couldn't be stopped. The policewoman's lips nipped and kissed, her tongue painted and petted. Then, as it snaked deep inside Lucy's sloppy vagina, it trigger the young woman's first orgasm. Lucy moaned.
"Holy mackerel," Becca said, shaking her head. "You've got a serious twatful of wad. Did both of them pop off in there?"
Lucy barely understood Becca. Wonderful waves of joy were flowing through her. It was all she could do to keep from throwing her head from side to side. She fought to stifle herself. Her wet vagina was getting wetter and wetter. Her own juices were surging. As hard as she tried to hide what was happening, she couldn't prevent her legs from trembling wildly.
"You creamin', doll face?" Becca asked with a smile.
She pressed the heel of her hand firmly against Lucy's clit and made a quick circular motion. Lucy's back arched even further. Her ears were filled with her own muffled squeals and moans. She bucked uncontrollably within the limits of the chains holding her. Becca's hand action was like throwing gasoline on a bonfire. Lucy felt like she would explode.
Eventually, however, the inferno diminished to the burning embers of afterglow. Lucy again lay limp, her spread legs dangling like a tangled puppet from the spreader bar. Becca crawled up and over her. Standing, the amazon-like policewoman straddled Lucy's waist, towering over her.
"Now you know how to do what you're going to do," she said, pulling up the dark blue skirt of her uniform and yanking the crotch of her black satin panties to one side.
Lucy looked at Becca's thick auburn bush and cringed. Having a woman lick her pussy was one thing. The thought of licking a woman's pussy was something she found totally revolting. She was horrified. Somehow is seemed worst than being raped by a man. How could a woman force another to do such a thing?
Becca placed one foot over Lucy's head. Lowering herself to a semi-kneeling position, with the knee of her other leg in Lucy's armpit, she moved her hairy crotch closer and closer to Lucy's face. She peeled back the duct tape covering the young woman's mouth and found Lucy's drenched panties.
"Nice touch," she said, removing them. "Umberto is getting more creative. I might have to let him hose me again. I'd have to make him wear two rubbers, though. I don't need no more kids. It's going to be hard enough to keep Harley from hosing the ones I got."
Finally being able to speak, Lucy began begging, "Please don't do this. Please let me go. Please!"
"Go to it, lover," Becca said, pressing herself to Lucy's mouth. "Cleaning the carpet ain't no worse than knob gobbling and I know you've done that."
Lucy turned her lips inward and pulled her head back into the mattress as far as she could. She couldn't prevent the large policewoman from rubbing against her face, but she refused to actively participate. Becca's curly pubic hair surrounded Lucy's nose and her strong feminine aroma filled Lucy's nostrils.
"Do it right, doll face," Becca said, grinding herself against Lucy's mouth. "Do it like I showed you. You give my twat a good going over with your pretty mouth, or I'll give yours a good going over with my baton. I'll whup on it good. ...beat your twat black and blue. The last girl I done it to, some lady lawyer from Phoenix... She couldn't even drive when I was finished with her. We had to booze her up and arrested her for drunk driving. It's been three days and she's still so sore she can't walk. Half a dozen times a day you can hear her screaming to high heaven, and you know someone is in her cell hosing her. The boys down at the jail have been pimping her for fifty bucks a pop. Her tricks don't care how bruised her twat it. They seem to like hearing her holler. You really want to make me cream, doll face. ...for your sake. You understand what I'm telling you?"
Lucy shivered with fear. Her tongue shot out from between her lips and she began kissing, sucking and licking as fast and as furious as she could. She didn't want to tempt fate anymore. Resistance had only brought defeat. Bound as she was, with her legs spread and her ankles suspended, she was helpless. The vision of having her crotch beat with a nightstick was too real and the resulting pain was too unimaginable.
As Lucy lapped and mouthed, she felt Becca stroking her hair and heard her say, "Ain't no one come looking for that woman yet. That means the snooty bitch ain't going home. Her car has already been scrapped. Umberto called his cousin in Hermosillo. He works at the prison and has helped us work out a little deal. She's getting her twat beat again, just because it seems good for business. ...maybe her boobs too. Then, we're raising her price to a hundred bucks. We want to get top dollar for her before the pair of pretty little senoritas we traded her for arrive. You better work hard and fast at paying Harley's bill. Some of the boys got a problem with hosing girls as young as these two, but the boys would love to get their hands on you."
With all her heart, Lucy set to the task of pleasing Becca. As bad as things were, she knew they could get much, much worse. She frantically thrust and probed with her tongue. She nuzzled and sucked with her mouth. Her lips caressed, pulled and teased. Becca worked her hips faster and faster, moaning louder and louder, rubbing her slick pussy back and forth on Lucy's face.
"That's it, lover," Becca groaned. "Go to it, doll face. Go to it! Work your nose on my love button and push your tongue deep. That's it. That's it! Oh yes. Oh yes! Oh God. Oh God! I'm creaming. I'm creaming!"
Becca shuddered and shook, but Lucy didn't let up. She mashed her nose against the policewoman's clit. Her tongue flicked in every direction lashing at the moist labia pressed to her mouth. It extended to its limit and plunged deep into the climaxing woman's warm, wet vagina. Her lips clamped over Becca's vulva and she sucked and sucked and sucked.
When Becca finally lowered Lucy's head back to the mattress, she smiled and said, "That was great. You did good, doll face. ...better than most."
As the big policewoman staggered to her feet, Lucy saw the storeroom door was open. Two teenage boys were standing just outside it. Their eyes were open wide in excitement and there were obvious bulges in their pants. Harley was behind them.
"Now wasn't that the best ten dollars you ever spent?" he asked. "Another fifty bucks apiece and you can go all the way. How about it? You boys want to screw her?"
Both boys expressions turned to disappointment and they shook their heads.
"If you ain't got the money, maybe we can work out a deal," Harley said, placing a hand on each boy's shoulder. "You can screw her today. You come back tomorrow and let me check your oil."
He slid his hands off the boy's shoulders and they both jumped as their butts were grabbed. Shaking their heads adamantly, they hurried off followed by a grinning Harley.
Becca righted her panties and straightened her skirt. As she left the storeroom, she grinned at someone and said, "She's all yours, partner."
A policeman stepped into the doorway. He was naked from the waist down and his penis was erected and wet with saliva. As he moved past Becca, she looked at his long, thick cock and asked, "How come you never hosed me, Jack?"
Jack smiled and said, "I promised my wife. I don't **** any woman in the county except her. Harley's girls don't live here, neither does that one at the jail or the two new ones we swapped her for, but you do."
Jack ducked under the spreader bar suspending Lucy's ankles and Becca closed the stockroom door. Unceremoniously, he shoved his hardon into Lucy and began ****ing her. For nearly five minutes he pushed and pulled his cock in and out of her sopping pussy without saying a word or even looking at her face.
"Hurry it, partner," Becca called from the garage. "We got a call. We got to roll."
"She's too wet," Jack replied. "I'm not getting enough feeling."
Becca yelled back, "Switch holes. Frankie is out here hosing her hubby. There ain't no reason she shouldn't take it up the butt too."
Lucy was panic-stricken. She wanted to suggest that Jack pull out and wipe his penis and her pussy dry. She was sure that would make the difference. But, the moment she opened her mouth to speak, she again found it stuffed with her own damp panties.
"You're probably going to want to holler," Jack said, slipping out of Lucy's pussy and nudging her wrinkled anus with the big, spongy head of his fat cock. "My ears are still ringing from the woman screaming this morning."
He pushed and Lucy's asshole stretched. He pushed again and it stretched further. Lucy prayed for strength and tightened, bracing herself. He shoved and the head of his cock popped into her. Blinding white light filled Lucy's eyes and a muffled scream filled her throat. She felt faint. As she teetered on the edge of consciousness, she let go. She welcomed the prospect of passing out. As she surrendered, however, her sphincter relaxed and the hurt subsided. The buzzing in her ears and the tingling in her face faded too.
Jack seemed totally oblivious to her distress. He plowed into Lucy's rectum as hard and as fast as he could. In and out, in and out he stroked. He gripped her breasts as if they were handles. Her chains jangled louder than they had at any other time. His pelvis smashed into her crotch, smacking her pussy as his cock brutalized her anus and distended the walls of her colon. Over and over again he buried himself deep in her bowels, pulled out and plunged back in.
Lucy felt her rectum grow wetter and wetter, looser and looser. Finally, Jack slowed to a stop and withdrew. A slimy mixture of semen and feces dripped from his cock. Without a word, he climbed off of Lucy and left the storeroom. From the garage Lucy heard howls of laughter and Harley saying, "You're wife made the mess; you can clean it up. You want that billy club out of your ass, your better open your pretty mouth, faggot. You sucked Frankie clean; you can suck Jack clean too."
There was more laughter. Lucy lay still and quiet for several minutes. She was too exhausted to cry anymore. I waited, watching to see who would come through the door next. It was Umberto. He lowered her aching legs and removed her cuffs. Pulling her panties from her mouth, he added them to the trophy collection, pinning them to the wall alongside those of their other victims.
"If you are a smart lady, you will tell no one about this," he said in a serious tone. "Harley has many friends and relatives. You should leave as quickly as you can and not speak of today to anyone -- ever."
With Umberto's help, Lucy staggered out the rear door of the garage and to the car. Semen ran from her pussy down the insides of her thighs. Joe was lying in a crumbled heap in the passenger seat. Literally falling into the driver's seat, Lucy pulled her legs inside. Umberto closed the door and handed her the keys. Righting herself and starting the engine, Lucy drove slowly toward the highway.
Twenty minutes later, as she crossed the county line, she looked into her rearview mirror. No one was following. Her bra was still pushed up over her breasts. Steering with one hand, she tugged it back into place with the other and closed her now buttonless blouse was well as she could. Her legs, pussy and asshole ached. Her skirt and the car seat were wet with the semen oozing from her raped holes. The cold stickiness prevented her from shutting out what she had been through.
She looked at Joe. The seat of his pants were wet too. He had been beaten savagely. A trickle of blood ran from the corner of his mouth. His left eye was swollen shut, and his nose was obviously broken. He was, however, still conscious. He seemed too sore to move, but his good eye was surveying her ravaged body. Fighting back tears, Lucy said, "Promise me something, Joe. The next time we take a trip..."
She stopped, unable to go on. The hand holding her blouse shut fell to her lap. Slowly, it clenched into a fist. He arm swung and she punched Joe square in the face as hard as she could, screaming, "Check the oil!"
THE END
"You're probably going to want to holler," Jack said, slipping out of Lucy's pussy and nudging her wrinkled anus with the big, spongy head of his fat cock. "My ears are still ringing from the woman screaming this morning."
He pushed and Lucy's asshole stretched. He pushed again and it stretched further. Lucy prayed for strength and tightened, bracing herself. He shoved and the head of his cock popped into her. Blinding white light filled Lucy's eyes and a muffled scream filled her throat. She felt faint. As she teetered on the edge of consciousness, she let go. She welcomed the prospect of passing out. As she surrendered, however, her sphincter relaxed and the hurt subsided. The buzzing in her ears and the tingling in her face faded too.
Jack seemed totally oblivious to her distress. He plowed into Lucy's rectum as hard and as fast as he could. In and out, in and out he stroked. He gripped her breasts as if they were handles. Her chains jangled louder than they had at any other time. His pelvis smashed into her crotch, smacking her pussy as his cock brutalized her anus and distended the walls of her colon. Over and over again he buried himself deep in her bowels, pulled out and plunged back in.
Lucy felt her rectum grow wetter and wetter, looser and looser. Finally, Jack slowed to a stop and withdrew. A slimy mixture of semen and feces dripped from his cock. Without a word, he climbed off of Lucy and left the storeroom. From the garage Lucy heard howls of laughter and Harley saying, "You're wife made the mess; you can clean it up. You want that billy club out of your ass, your better open your pretty mouth, faggot. You sucked Frankie clean; you can suck Jack clean too."
There was more laughter. Lucy lay still and quiet for several minutes. She was too exhausted to cry anymore. I waited, watching to see who would come through the door next. It was Umberto. He lowered her aching legs and removed her cuffs. Pulling her panties from her mouth, he added them to the trophy collection, pinning them to the wall alongside those of their other victims.
"If you are a smart lady, you will tell no one about this," he said in a serious tone. "Harley has many friends and relatives. You should leave as quickly as you can and not speak of today to anyone -- ever."
With Umberto's help, Lucy staggered out the rear door of the garage and to the car. Semen ran from her pussy down the insides of her thighs. Joe was lying in a crumbled heap in the passenger seat. Literally falling into the driver's seat, Lucy pulled her legs inside. Umberto closed the door and handed her the keys. Righting herself and starting the engine, Lucy drove slowly toward the highway.
Twenty minutes later, as she crossed the county line, she looked into her rearview mirror. No one was following. Her bra was still pushed up over her breasts. Steering with one hand, she tugged it back into place with the other and closed her now buttonless blouse was well as she could. Her legs, pussy and asshole ached. Her skirt and the car seat were wet with the semen oozing from her raped holes. The cold stickiness prevented her from shutting out what she had been through.
She looked at Joe. The seat of his pants were wet too. He had been beaten savagely. A trickle of blood ran from the corner of his mouth. His left eye was swollen shut, and his nose was obviously broken. He was, however, still conscious. He seemed too sore to move, but his good eye was surveying her ravaged body. Fighting back tears, Lucy said, "Promise me something, Joe. The next time we take a trip..."
She stopped, unable to go on. The hand holding her blouse shut fell to her lap. Slowly, it clenched into a fist. He arm swung and she punched Joe square in the face as hard as she could, screaming, "Check the oil!"
THE END
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