Carl Van Marcus - The girlfriend_s revenge Volume One

The naked young girl raised the bottle to her lips again and drank as much of it in one swallow as she could get down. Tingling sensations began to sweep over her even as the liquor was still settling in her stomach, and she knew she was approaching a state of numbness that was deadening her senses somewhat. Suddenly she felt a dizziness race through her head and sensed her legs begin wobbling beneath her, and she clung to the side of the sink in order to support herself. If she could only get drunk enough to make herself completely repulsive to these men, if only she was just a bit less desirable than she appeared to be – a thousand ifs raced through her reeling brain, but she knew deep in her heart that there was nothing now that could save her from the horrible fate that awaited her. In a moment Cash would be on her, venting all his brutality and lust just as Billy had done in the truck only a few hours before. But the difference now was that she had time to understand what the vile purpose of this rapacious band of criminals was. Before, the wrench and squirm of bodies above and below her had been a mere flicker of images that seemed to have jumped out of an insane pornographic movie; but now, even in her numbed, half-intoxicated state she was fully conscious of what they wanted to do to her.

She reached for the bottle of whiskey again, but before she had a chance to bring it to her lips, she felt Cash's strong hard grasp on her arm as he pulled it violently downward.

"Looka here, honey," his voice boomed coarsely throughout the kitchen. "I ain't waitin' for no dead drunk chicken lyin' under me, ya got me?"

Ellen lowered her head in a gesture of complete resignation before him, then nodded slightly in dumb agreement, watching as he loosened his vise-like grip from her hand. Struggling now would be of absolutely no use, she knew, as they seemed to derive some sort of perverse joy in watching her attempt to resist their brutal advances. It would only make matters worse if she demonstrated any will to escape, but she would wait for that impossible moment and take immediate advantage of it if it ever came.

Cash picked up the bottle from the sink and walked in front of her into the living room. "Ain't ya comin' honey, or do I gotta do some persuading?" he said, peering back through the door at her nakedness.

Ellen meekly followed him to the table, her head bent in submission as she approached the three lewdly staring men who hunched up in their chairs beneath the harsh glow of the overhanging light. Cash made a strong movement of his hand toward the bottle of whiskey, and commanded her to pour the three glasses full; then she noticed that Billy was no longer drinking, in fact he seemed hardly aware of what was going on around him, as he slumped down in his chair with a blank cast to his dulled eyes that focused onto the floor. Suddenly Ellen felt the renewed effects of the liquor race throbbingly through her brain. She poured Cash's drink with trembling hands, trying with all her concentration not to spill the whiskey.

"Hey, this bottle is almost gone," Cash spoke out. "You run into the kitchen like a good little girl and get old Cash and these boys another one, huh?"

Feeling momentarily reprieved, Ellen slipped back into the kitchen and found another full liquor bottle beneath the sink. She waited for a moment, hoping Cash wouldn't appear again, then opened the bottle and pushed it toward her lips. God, she would need more of this, she really needed to get absolutely drunk! But her shock was so great that the whiskey seemed to have no effect on her, except for that momentary unsteadiness she had felt in the living room.

She looked down at the fullness of her breasts that curved out smoothly from her warm body and noticed a small rivulet of perspiration trickling between the swelling white mounds. God, it was getting hot! When they had entered the warehouse it had seemed almost cold, but now the closeness of the summer night seemed to wrap her in its warm humid shroud; and she found her breath coming in small desperate gasps, as though she were choking on the very thickness of the room's suffocating atmosphere.

"Let's have some of that whiskey, and make it quick!" Cash shouted in obvious irritation from the next room.

Now her violation was about to begin, and all she could do was attempt to bear her humiliation and the indignities that would follow with as much strength and fortitude as was possible under the incredible circumstances.

She shuddered in horrified anticipation of Cash's thick callused hands coursing over her tender body, and when she turned towards the living room an image of beastly mouths and contorted arms and legs and faces raced through her mind. There was nothing she could do now – there was nothing in all the world to help her but her own will power and courage. She was completely alone.

"Now look at that," Cash snorted brutally as Ellen approached, trying to conceal the sensuous sway of her buttocks. "Just move up here a little closer, so's I can get a feel of that sweet little pussy of yours."

Ellen automatically jumped back as his thick stubby hand reached out and began stroking the resilient pubic hair growing at the base of her tautly rounded belly.

"Goddamn, bitch, stand still," he snarled unhappily. "I just want to touch it." The vicious immediacy of his voice stilled her trembling as though she had been wrapped in a hypnotic daze by the harsh sound of his command. Her face flushed at the indignity of being pawed as she stood nakedly there unable to move with his strong callused fingers coursing around the secret parts of her exposed genitals. She could hear the snickers of Vito and Pop around her begin to build into pants of lusty anticipation as they watched Cash continue the tormenting movement of his fingers and hands taking indecent liberties with her ripe young body, and she began to groan softly in shame and humiliation as she felt the tip of his outstretched middle finger circle down the moist base of her pubic mound and push itself into the fleshy-layered lips surrounding her vagina. Her innermost parts still contained a warm moistness which had lingered from Billy's sperm when he had ravished her in the truck some hours ago, and she could tell Cash was becoming more and more excited as his hot breath grazed against the smoothness of her nakedly trembling belly in lusty anticipation of what he would do to her next.

"You know, boys, I think she's getting a little hot already," Cash murmured as he continued massaging his finger up and down the smooth slippery length of the narrow hair-lined slit. "Man, this is going to be nice, real nice. I'm gonna push this here cock up her little cunt till it comes outta the sweet lil bitch's mouth. And ya know what, I think she's gonna like the taste of it!"

Ellen felt her head begin to spin until she thought she would lose consciousness completely. But fate was not so kind to her, and her vision refocused again as the blood rose to her head. Cash moved his extended finger deeper into the moistly clasping folds of her cunt. Pop and Vito began to move closer to her groaning figure, and she noticed that their expressions were changing from amused fun to slow smoldering desire.

Billy was no longer of any assistance to Ellen, slumped over the table as he was with a look of resigned indifference on his face. After all, what could he do? There was no question of protesting, as he had been the one to suggest the dice game, and he must accept his defeat or suffer an uprising of the whole gang against him. He knew the sexual frenzy Cash was building up to would erupt into a volcano of rape, and he fought against the temptation to rise up and utterly destroy Cash with bloody blows from his tight-clenched fist. But he couldn't. He had no particular affection for the girl; yet he knew that if the men used her to the extent that he anticipated, their lust would leave her in a state of hysterical shock that would have terrible repercussions after they released her. With these thoughts bringing on a more sullen mood, the gang leader rose and headed silently for a room at the end of the dimly lit corridor where he intended to try to get some sleep.