C Holliday - Her animal act

Moaning, out of her head with insane lust, Paula opened her mouth wide and took in all the hot, hard cock she could manage, sucking down harshly on it and bobbing her head up and down frenziedly. Caught up in the lewd act, reveling joyously in it, Paula would have gladly sucked his big prick all night.

But Jose had other ideas. He pulled her mouth from him, a loud, lascivious slurp sounding as her lips lost their happy suction.

"I'm dying… I'm burning up!"

Jose placed her once more on her back and mounted her, pushing his spit-slick cockhead between the puffy lips of her cunt and bearing down hard.

Paula was too far gone to care about the pain. She threw her arms around him and pushed with him, helping him stretch her inner lips and give her what she was starving for. Because of her raging need, it popped through her inner ring with only a dull ache. Then his hot glans bumped her hymen, still very much intact, and before Paula could tell him to stop, it was too late.

A searing pain spread out from her loins as his thick cock tore her membrane and rushed snugly up her tight cunt. Then his heavy nuts slapped into the crack of her quivering ass and his glans shoved her womb higher into her belly.

"Oh God… oh God!" Paula shrieked, thinking for sure she was ripped asunder.

Jose's mouth found hers, his lips closing over her lips and his tongue filling her gasping mouth. She bit his tongue, sucking air through her flared nostrils as her body quaked beneath him.

The pain never did go away completely, but it ebbed enough that she quit chewing Jose's tongue and lay numbly beneath him. In a state of semi-shock, she felt his enormous shaft stroking gently. Then he sucked in his breath and stiffened, his cock jerking wildly as a great mass of hot fluid bathed her unfeeling cunt.

In a basement room, one end of which was designed to look exactly like a medieval torture chamber, sat five very wealthy and jaded men. Each man had a woman with him; two had brought along their equally jaded wives, three their very young and beautiful girl friends of the moment. They sat on couches arranged in a semicircle before the torture chamber section of the room, smoking and sipping drinks, chatting among themselves, waiting for the special show they'd paid one thousand dollars each to witness.

None of the couples had met any of the others before this day. Each of the men had been contacted via telephone by the vice-lord Pico. One of the men was an aging Hollywood star who'd brought the girl beside him – a stunning red-haired starlet of nineteen – to Acapulco for fun and games, promising to see that she got a juicy role in his next film. One couple, middle-aged and married, was from Germany, in Acapulco for a week's holiday. The others were Latin Americans, one a local married couple who owned several hotels and bars, the others from South America – an exporter and his lady from Brazil and a rancher and his current flame from Argentina.

The men, at least, all had one thing in common – depravity – and the sex show they'd been promised greatly appealed to them. An American family – a minister and his wife and fourteen-year-old daughter – both striking blondes – was soon to be brought in and ravished before their very eyes. Juan, the vice-lord host, had assured them it wouldn't be an act, but the real thing.

One by one from their separate rooms, as inescapable as prison cells, Ruth, Elliott and Paula were brought in naked and struggling.

Ruth was spread-eagled and manacled with her back to the wall. Most of the fight and fear was gone from her now. She hadn't eaten for the three days they'd been held captive in Acapulco. Jose had brought her all the water she'd wanted, but nothing more. She was weak and defeated, horrified but docile. Tears of humiliation streamed down her blushing cheeks as her ankles and wrists were fastened securely to the wall by the heavy iron manacles. The ten pairs of eyes in the faces grinning with anticipation bored into her, evoking a deep sense of shame as she sagged helplessly before them.

Elliott was led in next, his hands tied in front of him. He'd had all he wanted to eat and was well over the effects of the drug he'd been given in Juarez. Full of righteous indignation, he was fighting every step of the way as Jose slapped and kicked and shoved him into the room.

"Jesus… it sure looks real," the starlet breathed.

"For a thousand bucks apiece, it better be," her escort muttered.

Elliott raged when he saw his wife hanging from the wall. He broke free of Jose and ran to her, grabbing the chains and trying to rip them out of the concrete they were set in.

"Go along with them, Elliott," Ruth pleaded.

"No, honey… NO!"

"They'll kill us if you don't! There's nothing we can do!"

"They'll have to kill me!" he hissed, turning away to glare at the watchers, sweating from his exertion with the chains.

His voice echoing loudly around the room, Elliott ran toward the onlookers screaming, "Stop them! Don't let them do this! We're decent people!"

Grabbing Elliott up like a sack of potatoes, Jose held him, kicking and helpless, hooked over his hip.

"We've been abducted! Don't you understand? Help us! For God's sake, help us!!!"

Pico stuffed a gag in his mouth, tying it in place as Elliott shook his head and tried in vain to spit it out. When he was silenced, Jose stood him on a box and forced his tied wrists over a hook in a ceiling beam. Then, before Elliott could jerk off the hook, Pico kicked the box from beneath him and laughed cruelly as he swayed, helpless and mumbling.

The audience was tense with emotion, watching attentively as Elliott kicked and jerked on his hook and Ruth sobbed and sagged pitifully by her manacles.

The German wife reached into her husband's lap and took out his erect dick, her hand trembling as she gripped it harshly. "This is real, Karl! Those people are not actors!"

Karl pulled her dress up and gripped the inside of her thigh until she sucked in her breath and sighed, "It's going to be a delicious show… worth every mark we paid. The woman has a whip, do you see?"

Jose hurried from the room, returning a moment later with Paula. She had a worried smile on her pretty face as he led her through the doorway. Then she saw her father hanging from the ceiling and her mother fastened to the wall. Stopping in her tracks, she jerked her hands up to her face and screamed shrilly.

"Mommy… Daddy! Oh good cripes! What have they done to you? What's going on?"

Then she saw the audience and tried to hide behind Jose. His expression very strained, Jose picked Paula up and carried her to the padded massage table where Faustina was waiting.

"Put her pretty little butt here," Faustina ordered, patting the very end of the table. "That's it… now hold her on her back while I tie her ankles."

Paula, who'd also been fed and cared for, fought so hard Pico had to help his sister pull her legs apart and tie her ankles to the table legs. When her ankles were secure, her legs spread wide apart and her squirming butt hanging on the edge of the table, Pico and Faustina moved up and each took one of her wrists from Jose.

His eyes pleading, Jose tapped Pico on the shoulder and pointed to Paula.

"It's all right, my friend," Pico assured. "Your precious Paula will be harmed in no way. Now, go sit down out of the way. I'll call you when you're needed."

As Jose moved reluctantly away, Paula felt her body being stretched tautly. Her arms were pulled out straight above her head, then apart. Ropes were fastened around her wrists as she whimpered and bit her lip. Then, in turn, her wrists were tied to the opposite table legs from her ankles.

"The young girl is first," Juan, sitting off to the side, announced. "I regret you cannot see her lose her virginity. I'm told the Negro took that from her during the flight from Juarez, where the family was abducted. Nevertheless, you will see her reaction to her first experience with lesbianism. When you're ready, my dear."