Carl Van Marcus - The girlfriend_s revenge Volume One

"Noooooooo," the naked young female cried, her shrill scream reverberating through the room, as his finger lashed over her again and again in a seeming eternity of hurt and repugnant sensation that she thought would never end. What she might have done or said to appease them was beyond her immediate comprehension. She would never understand what had made them so cruel or why they so obviously enjoyed torturing her, a helpless young girl they had never seen before and who certainly had nothing to do with them being sent to the penitentiary. It wasn't her fault if she had been born into better circumstances than they had. Once, years ago, when another poorer girl had stolen her jacket at school, she hadn't even said anything about it. There must be some reason for their brutal relish in her anguish, she thought, and then her awareness descended to the dim borderlines of bare consciousness. There was only the finger and the feeling of her body jerking and straining under the vicious fondling Cash was subjecting on her helpless breasts and vagina.

"Now tell Cash what ya want him to do!" he begged.

"Stop. Stop. Please stop!" she begged.

"But after I stop. What is it ya want Cash to do to ya then?"

"I don't know. I don't know," she wailed desperately.

He laughed through the humiliation that seemed to be without end. "Beg Cash to fuck ya."

Ellen clenched her teeth tightly and moaned while the man's furious attack continued hard and unrelenting on the straining inner folds of her sensitive cuntal lips. She prayed that she might collapse into total unconsciousness, but she didn't. That grating hurt went on and on. Still, she didn't speak. Nothing could bring her to utter those lewd words that would mean her final subjugation to him. The shame and anguish she already felt under his horrible torture would be increased to unbearable limits by the final act of degradation.

"Noooooo," she moaned as he increased the brutal stroking.

"Beg Cash to fuck ya, baby," he insisted, chuckling savagely at her utter helplessness.

"Oh, stop. Please stop. No. Pleaaaaase. I beg you," she whimpered and groaned through clenched teeth under the increased fury of his cruel assault.

"Beg, bitch! Beg me to fuck ya," he chided gleefully, sensing the break in her resolve to deny him the obscene words he wanted to hear.

"Oh no, I can't. I just can't," Ellen sobbed until her poor victimized body jerked and went limp, dangling uselessly between the two men who held her arms and legs as though she were spread out on a medieval torture rack. It was just too much for flesh and blood to bear. Cash removed his hand from between her legs for a moment and listened to the low mumblings that poured from her mouth as she fell against his chest, panting and sobbing. And he grinned lewdly as the pitiful words bubbled out.

"Oh, fuck me… fuck me… I don't care… fuck me… just don't do that anymore… please… fuck me."

"Whoooooopeeee," Cash broke out in a loud fit of lewd laughter as he heard the faintly whispering girl's final admission of surrender to him. It had been long forthcoming and for awhile he had felt a growing sense of genuine hate towards her as his anger and frustration grew. But now all that was replaced by his mounting lust at hearing the subjugated young blonde beg him to fuck her.

Cash motioned Vito and Pop away from the chair with a flick of his hands, then he stood up suddenly, and in an abrupt movement, shoved Ellen's weeping form face down on the bed. He walked around the bed a moment, quietly examining the feast that awaited him. There was no longer any reason to hold her. Ellen sprawled face down on the mattress in a pose of total defeat and surrender, waiting submissively for whatever he would do next.

"Ya gonna fuck her now?" Pop said with an anxious edge to his voice. "Cause if you ain't, I'd sure like to try a little of it."

"No, I just been talkin' about it all night long 'cause I like to hear the sound of my own voice," Cash retorted cockily.

"Go ahead, do it then, will ya for Christ's sake! I'm tired of waiting," Vito muttered and paced around the bed impatiently.

"Well, if she wants me to fuck her," Cash smiled proudly and rubbed his hands together, "I guess I'll just have to fuck her. I mean, you heard her ask for it!"

"Dammit, I still think I have a right to her, too," Vito swore, his eyes flashing angrily. "All ya gotta do is let me at least touch her."

"You can warm her up while I get these pants off," Cash said with a cocky tone to his voice. He had never liked Vito much, and this opportunity to lord his prize over the little hoodlum increased his mounting pleasure in the situation even more. Let the bastard suffer, he thought as he stepped out of his pants, watching him lurch onto the side of the bed and hurriedly clamp his bony fists into the firmly resilient flesh of Ellen's trembling buttocks. His eyes gleamed evilly through a shock of greasy hair that had fallen over his forehead as he dug his fingernails into the warm creamy skin and pulled it up into white bloodless bunches.

Ellen's long blonde hair spilled in softly glistening rivulets over the dirty mattress, and her ripe young buttocks lifted upwards in shock at Vito's touch. Low pleading mumblings came from her half-open mouth and added to the lust-inciting picture her nakedly helpless form already presented to the sex-starved criminals.

"That's enough," Cash cut in as he noticed Vito's hands separating the two rounded ass cheeks and one long bony finger groping steadily toward the puckered little ring of Ellen's virginal anus. "I'm goin' to fuck her now."

Ellen's hands dangled lifelessly over the sides of the old torn mattress and her cheek lay pressed tightly against the filthy covering. The back of her other hand was clamped fiercely between her clenched teeth to still the racking pain and humiliation that throbbed through her body. She lay defeated on the bed, no longer able to move and no longer caring about it. All thoughts of rebellion had been crushed from her helpless body by the cruel probing hand that had so brutally scraped over her unprepared young genitals only moments before. She wanted to turn and glare at them, screaming defiance at them, but she no longer had the strength to even lift her head. Her resistance had been replaced by a fearsome accepting dread of the inevitable rape she knew would come in the next few moments.

Let them just get it over with as soon as possible, she prayed desperately to herself. Let them use her and spill their lewd sperm into her belly, until one by one they collapsed over her as exhausted and weakened as she herself.

"Roll her over," she heard Cash's voice moving closer to her. She let herself go limp, knowing it would be foolish to resist them any longer, as Pop and Vito lifted her trembling body and dropped her hard onto her back on the mattress.

"Open up your eyes," Cash shouted at her angrily, pushing the two gaping convicts back from the bed and moving close to the bed over Ellen's nakedly splayed out form. "I want you to see everything!"

Ellen opened her eyes and her heart wedged tightly to her throat as she found herself staring straight up at Cash's massively throbbing penis. It had stiffened and jutted now like a tormenting pole over the edge of the bed.

"Like it?" he hissed threateningly, glaring down at her and thrusting his hardened shaft slightly forward into mid-air so that it quivered menacingly over her face. It was at least eight inches long and was underlined with thick blue veins that coursed up to the red bulbous head.

"Do ya like it?" He muttered again, grasping a shaft of her long hair and tugging it viciously. "Tell me how it feels – Goddamnit!"

"Y-yes," Ellen moaned, feeling the skin draw tightly back over her temples.

"Like what?" he said and lifted her aching head up by the straining hair. "Spell it out loud and clear for my friends here."