Carl Van Marcus - The girlfriend_s revenge Volume One

Cash didn't say anything until Billy had left the room, then he let his glance fall back to Ellen still nakedly standing by his chair. He rose slowly, and in a sudden movement that took her completely by surprise, grabbed her by the wrist and jerked her back to the chair until she was forced to sit on the arm and part her legs out to the sides to maintain her balance. Pop and Vito, as if by signal, jumped up from where they were sitting and moved closer to the chair so they could see the terrified girl's delicately spread young pussy lips. Vito's eyes flickered with cruel, undisguised delight as they bored into the softly wet slit so open to his view, gleaming pinkly in the harsh light.

"Cash, man, you just got to let me fuck her! It's only fair! Billy'll never know the difference," Vito hissed in a low demanding voice.

"Once we get the bitch hot enough. I don't suppose Billy'll mind, when she begs you for it," Cash chuckled, all his rapt attention focused on the soft hair-lined folds of her vagina just inches away from him. "Make yourself comfortable, bitch. Let the legs go, ya know?"

"No, no," Ellen muttered with downcast eyes, struggling to get up from the chair.

"You'll do what I say and when I say it, ya hear me!" he shouted threateningly and reached out, yanking her roughly by the wrist back to her original position on the arm of his chair.

Cash's eyes danced with lewd amusement at the image of Ellen's ripely firm breasts quivering in the air from their struggle. He reached up with an almost overwhelming feeling of lewd power to the lusciously rounded mounds, tweaking teasingly at the pink-aureoled tips in a harsh mocking movement.

Ellen whimpered helplessly with shame and humiliation as Cash's hand continued to pull on her nakedly exposed breasts. Then he wet his finger with his own saliva and raced it around the coral nipple until the helpless little bud stiffened. She couldn't believe it! This repulsive band of criminals had just assumed that they could force her to enjoy their lewd proddings and pokings at her defenseless body. Well, they would see soon enough that she had more than enough will power and determination to resist the likes of them.

"Let your legs go, I said," he commanded harshly.

"No, no, please," Ellen whimpered in rebellion.

"All right, you stuck-up bitch. I'm fed up!" Cash grunted in anger and frustration at the stubbornness of the girl. "Get on down here in my lap. Now!"

He lurched forward and yanked her down into his lap so hard that the chair smacked against the wall. Ellen's back dropped against his chest, her nude ass cheeks squirming down his thighs and her legs falling apart to their limits. Across the room, Vito and Pop gasped at the sudden full view of her widespread crotch, the tiny bud of her pinkly quivering clitoris straining up like a glistening chili bean. Ellen struggled desperately and found herself sliding down Cash's upthrust legs to an even more obscene position with her legs wrenched painfully behind her on the floor. She felt him drag her roughly by her shoulders back up into his lap almost with relief.

"It looks like I'm going to have to stop playing with you," Ellen heard Cash's voice grunt sharply. Without warning, he dug his thumbs painfully into her shoulder blades. She groaned and her shoulders curled backwards, her white curvaceous front nakedly arching out like a bow away from him. Her breasts swung loose and quivering below him, and her arms flung out from her sides in tensed anguish, her fingers stiffened at the ends of them.

"How do you like this?" Cash muttered, wrenching her shoulders back with his thumbs, causing her head to jerk back against the top of his shoulders and her long, silken hair to cascade down his back.

"Please, please let me go," she groaned against the excruciating pain in her arched back. It felt as though his cruelly probing fingers were going to split through her back until they came out the front.

"Do you want me to break your back?" he demanded, sinking his nails deeper in her flesh and giving a harder tug.

"No, noooo," Ellen sobbed under the excruciating pain.

Ellen's shoulders suddenly slung forward when the viciously digging fingers released her, her contorted anguished face falling to her heaving chest. She crumpled into the man's lap, hiding her face in her hands and sobbing, looking for all the world like a little girl that had just been punished by an angry parent.

Cash traced his fingers over the deep white ridges his deeply boring thumbs had left in her back, and then began massaging his palms coarsely over her back as though to reward her for her momentary obedience. A self-satisfied grin played over his face, and his hot eyes gleamed evilly. He chuckled cruelly as he watched her cringe under his questing fingers that stroked up the small bumps of her spine and curved, palms open, over her wide creamy shoulders, bringing involuntary goose-bumps over the smooth flesh. Pop and Vito – like animals moving in to be close at the kill – came closer, their mouths hanging open in undisguised lust at the image of the naked young body quivering defenselessly under Cash's touches.

"You like this, don't you? And you want some more, don't you?" he demanded threateningly.

"Please, n-no, no… Please just get it over with," Ellen sobbed, the humiliating words coming out in a frightened rush.

She had steeled herself to accept their final ravishment of her alcohol-numbed body, but had not expected that they would tease and mock like this beforehand.

"Answer me, you bitch! Don't you?" he dug his hands into her shoulder blades and violently wrenched them back.

"No. No. No… y-yes, oh yes," she moaned as he increased the intensity of his pressure.

"That's more like it, sweetheart. Keep that up, and we'll get on just fine."

Cash settled his hands on the narrow curve of Ellen's waist, feeling the fleshy swell of her full womanly hips under his fingers. He grabbed the soft white warmth of her buttocks and pinched hard, laughing in cruel delight as she involuntarily ground down against his penis already stiffened with sadistic pleasure. His hands splayed down to the tanned softness of her smoothly naked stomach, once again catching her by surprise, and kneaded the flesh roughly, tracing one finger over the fine blonde hair that ran in a barely visible feather-strip down her flat belly. Ellen's nakedly slender hour-glass body stiffened on his knee like a lovely statue.

"Now you're goin' to tell old Cash here just how much you're enjoyin' it. I want ya to speak up loud and clear so the boys can hear ya," he pinched at her maliciously.

For the first time, Ellen realized with grim certainty just how much more difficult the evening was going to be for her than she'd imagined in her most anguished moments of foreboding. He meant to exercise his brutal control over her tortured mind and body, forcing his vile thoughts onto her consciousness, and making her say abominably lewd things to further humiliate and degrade herself.

"No… I don't enjoy it. I hate it," Ellen half mumbled, half shouted up at him, tears of helpless indignation streaming from her eyes.

"What's that ya say? What's that ya saying, baby?" Cash tormented back at her, pinching at her softly tender flesh until the ache spread throughout her entire belly.

"No, no. I hate it," Ellen moaned, realizing even as she spoke that her defiance was completely useless. This mad torturing was meant only to increase their lewd pleasure before they moved in for the final brutal ravishment of her nakedly defenseless young body.

"Ya meant to say ya liked it, didn't ya, baby? What I thought I heard was just a little mistake. Wasn't it?" Cash said evilly and ground his hand down her belly until his finger rubbed torturously on the nub of her sensitive little clitoris. Ellen screamed and kicked, but she couldn't overcome the strength of the two other men who had moved closer to the chair and now suddenly grabbed arms and legs. Cash's outstretched finger lashed again and again over her sensitive flesh, sending jolts of near-pain throughout her futilely writhing body.