Carl Van Marcus - The girlfriend_s revenge Volume One

"No, no, God, no," she groaned incoherently around the swabbing tongue still sunk deep in her throat, feeling Billy's massively jerking penis continuing its wild pulsation to completion, white hot spurts still spewing from its lust-swollen head and foaming out the fleshy pussy lips locked around the base of his cock, soaking the soft matted curls of her blonde pubic hair.

And then Billy collapsed forward. As she felt the weight of the kneeling man fall against her back, her battered young body gave one last jerk and quivered to a limp stillness, her legs protruding lifelessly out on either side of his fatigued body.

Ellen lay with her arms outstretched, dangling doll-like over Vito's legs. Her belly was filled to the bursting point with Billy's hot sticky cum. Then she felt him pull himself slowly off her defeated form, his cock sliding gradually and slipperily out of her ravaged vagina. Oh God, she sobbed out her shame and humiliation. And this wasn't even the end. There were the others!

"It's my turn now." Vito announced and pulled himself abruptly out from under her dangling arms. "Let me have a go at her."

"You ain't getting no turn, I already told you."

"Boys, boys! You just got to stop now. We're coming into the city," Pop pleaded from the driver's seat.

"I told you once, you ain't gonna touch her," Billy snorted and pushed Vito's ready form back against the front seat.

"Yeah, we'll see about that," Vito snarled. "I got mine comin', and I'll get it before we're through with her."

And then all was quiet. Ellen lay shivering on the bottom of the truck, Billy's cum still trickling in tiny lewd rivulets down the crevice between her thighs, forming a dark wet circle on the floor of the truck. Her arms fell limply to the sides while the men dressed her, and then she sank back to the floor with Billy's hand again over her mouth, listening with renewed fear to the mens' rambling conversation.

"She's pretty, right?"

"Might as well enjoy the blondes, there'll be nothin' but brunettes south of the border where we're goin'."

"Unless we take this one along."

A soft laughter was heard in the truck, and Ellen's attention started with renewed desperation. Oh God, what next? What next?

"Yeah, but this one belongs to me, and she's gonna stay that way," Billy said, and Ellen's heart raced to her throat hopefully… maybe she wouldn't be raped by them all. Subconsciously, she had already accepted her fate. Billy was her rapist, maybe he would be her protector as well.

Then she could feel the car turning off the highway onto a bumpy gravel road. It traveled only a short distance and then – it stopped, coming to a halt on what felt like a smooth strip of pavement. The men piled out of the truck, dragging Ellen's exhausted body with them, and the captive female found herself standing on the concrete floor of what seemed to be the garage of a huge warehouse. Through the open door, the highway on which she had suffered her long tortuous journey was barely visible in the distance, stretching past the lights of a few scattered businesses in this run-down section at the outskirts of the city.

Unless she could get Billy to help, this was to be her ultimate fate, she thought, letting Vito and Cash lead her unresisting body towards a steep ramshackle staircase. Now she had not only been brutally raped, but it looked as though they meant to keep her for a good while before it was over. Why hadn't they just gotten it over with and left her battered and naked on the country road when they were through? It just didn't seem possible the way her already horrible situation kept getting worse and worse. Behind her, she heard Pop pulling the garage door shut with a loud slam that echoed like a thunder-clap of doom through the entire empty building. Holding her sandals in her hand, she trembled when the two men forced her up to the first step of the old rickety staircase. Ahead of her, Billy quickly led the way up to the next floor, and she couldn't help placing all her hopes on him keeping her somehow from the others, despite the brutal way he had just used her himself. The question was – how long could he hold them off? They climbed higher and higher, and her fear and anguish increased with each reluctant step they made her take up the long, seemingly endless staircase.

The interior of the warehouse was a wreck of scattered cardboard boxes and piles of gunny sacks strewn from one side of the second story level of the building to the other. Ellen noticed a musty smell that gave away the fact that the building had been long in disuse. Most of the windows were shattered, and, even though it was still summer, it felt a bit cold.

The men forced her up still another stairway leading to some vacant rooms that looked like they once had served as the office headquarters to the building. Ellen slowed her pace as she entered the doorway, and Billy turned and pulled her in.

"Goddamn it's cold," Billy said, rubbing his hands together for warmth. "I wish we had some way to build a fire here."

"It'll be daylight in a couple hours. The heat'll be on soon enough… when they find us gone," Cash quipped, and the others guffawed in knowing laughter.

"There's one quick way," Vito said, leering at Ellen. "Just get plugged up inside that little hot pussy, and you got electric heat."

"You get anything inside that, and you'll never get inside nothin' again. Not after the stunt you pulled in the truck," Billy reprimanded Vito, walking into a back room and switching on the light.

"Damn, Billy, what you think she is, exclusive territory or somethin'?" Vito shouted in Billy's direction.

Billy turned from the doorway of the next room and cast his gaze steadily on Vito. "Look, Vito, we got a job to do, and messing with the valuable property ain't gonna help none of us."

"What's so valuable about that?" Vito said, gesturing toward Ellen. "She's just another hot little piece of tail, as far as I can see."

"That piece of tail may make the difference between spending the rest of your life in the pig's pen, or living nice and easy on the outside."

"You call this nice and easy?" Vito retorted. "I'd take solitary before I'd stay in this dump for more than two days."

"Hold on, you guys," Cash intervened between the two men. "We gotta start thinkin' straight. Now Billy, when's the man comin'?"

Billy scratched his head and looked towards Cash and Pop sitting in broken down chairs on either side of Ellen. "We just sit here and wait. It should be soon from what I heard before we jumped the cage. That was a real smooth job. But remember, he can get us back in there as fast as we got out if we don't follow through with knockin' off the senator. We get plenty of loot for doin' it, so don't get all anxious, not yet anyway."

"That sounds real nice," Pop said, running his tongue across his lips in greedy anticipation. "We get the loot and just disappear."

"But politics is somethin' I don't fancy messin' with," Cash said, standing up from his chair. "They'll hang you fifty times for shootin' a senator, then fry your carcass in the chair."

"There are chances, but we been playing our cards right this far, and I say we make a go of it," Billy answered, asserting his authority once more.

He smiled at the three men in a superior manner as though he had mapped out the entire plan beforehand and had some information that he was withholding from the others. Ellen listened as he went on discussing the details of what now appeared to be an assassination plot. Her dazed mind was beginning to focus more clearly on what was going on around her, and she became more and more aware that this was no ordinary band of escaped criminals. Her own position as a hostage – and that surely was what she had become – now was quite obvious. Her hopes of freedom fell into the knowledge that the men not only intended to use her an object on which to vent their long pent-up lust, but they would hold her in case something went wrong with their murderous plans.