Jason Cannon - Swap mates

"So am I!" came a voice from behind her left ear.

He was sliding his cock along the crack of her buttocks, shoving hard, while his partner was pressing from the front. They had her in a vise and they were turning the screws, mashing her, flattening her body as their cocks stabbed into her. The cock at her rear had found her asshole and it was ramming against the protective muscles until they began to open.

They were going to fuck her, and there was nothing she could do about it.

What had one of the girls said? Might as well fuck 'em back and enjoy it – it's better than being dead.

"Take it, you cunt, take my cock!" Chris yelled.

"Jesus," Tim said from behind her. "I can't get in her asshole."

"Back off, Tim," Chris said. "I'm so hot I'll come soon… then… then you can have her pussy."

Jodie felt the cock behind her being pulled from between her ass cheeks.

"C'mon, cunt," Chris groaned. "You might as well fuck me back!"

Jodie wouldn't even look at him. But she couldn't escape, and she knew it. Her mind was in a torment of emotions she couldn't put together; she couldn't even think straight. As the cock made its way deeper inside, and Chris was closer to her, she could feel his breath on her breast as he expertly moved his cock into her, pushing it just slightly inside where she was wet and sticky. Then, abruptly, he pulled his cock out, wiping the tip with his fingers.

"A little damp in there, eh?" he said, smiling a strange smile, placing his fingers to his nose and sniffing at them. "I like a good strong cunt smell," he murmured into his hand.

"You bastard," Jodie hissed at him.

He knelt then and to her horror he pushed on leg out slightly and inspected her pussy, moving it open with his fingers.

"It's very dark red," he commented, "and very sticky, with a little round pearl of a clit," which he rubbed with two fingers, around and around.

Jodie could feel waves of excitement begin coming over her body as she stood there, stiff, shivering and hot at the same time, feeling the muscles in her cunt begin to contract just slightly. Then Chris stood up, smiling at her.

Jodie was mortified. She hated him but he had succeeded in arousing her against her will, and now she stood naked, her clothes at her feet, her cunt dripping small drops down her thighs.

"C'mon, Chris," Tim said, "hurry up and fuck her so I can get some."

"Yeah, Chris," Hal said, from somewhere in a dark corner of the room. "Do it so I can get my kicks!"

Chris laughed. "See, honey, Hal gets his kicks from watching. He's over in the corner there right now pounding his meat."

"You're all perverts!" Jodie said, stoically, refusing to lower herself any more and beg for mercy.

"Lay down," Chris commanded, giving her a shove.

Jodie stared idly at the ceiling as he climbed onto the rug and began slowly kissing her breasts, first one, then the other, taking the tip of her soft brown nipples in his teeth and pulling on them, then sucking on the whole nipple, pulling it into his mouth where he ran his tongue in small circles around it, then sucking on it again. He was aware of Tim and Hal, seated comfortably on a couch, watching.

Chris' hands moved to explore her now soaking-wet crotch, then her asshole, all the while making little pulling, sucking noises around her breasts. Then be pulled her to him, and she felt him rubbing his body against hers, his chest crushing against her breasts, naked and sensitive. She felt the hard bulge of his cock, felt him push it up against her and rub it against the spongy hair that stuck out from her cuntal mound.

"She don't wanna fuck, I think," Chris said to Tim and Hal. "Well, maybe we can warm her up another way. Hand me that chair, Tim."

Tim handed him a straight-backed chair, and Chris placed it on the rug in front of Jodie.

"Put your hands on the seat of the chair, and your chin over the back!"

She didn't move.

Like lightning, Chris pulled his belt from his pants. It zinged through the air and splatted against her buttocks. The flesh on her ass danced as the belt caressed her butt again.

Still she didn't move. She sobbed, jerking her lovely head from side to side, sending her hair flying, but she didn't move.

Then he swung harder. The belt kissed the full center of her left cheek, marring the firm, pale flesh. Her buttock contracted in helpless reaction. A warm glow suffused the soft hemispheres of her bare bottom, which she knew now was barred with more than one mark, red stripes on the satiny soft perfection of both trembling cheeks.

Her shoulders heaved with her unrestrained weeping. Her tits swung, quivering and bouncing, rolling loosely about before her when he raised her upper body on her hands.

A belt cut across the middle of her back, flattened her with another cry of pain. Moans poured from her quivering lips. She shivered constantly and uncontrollably. Shudders shook her pain-racked body. Smarting jabs like needles radiated out from her buttocks. Another whiplash turned her face into a contorted, writhing mask and sent tingling new stripes of pain through her hip.

"The chair, bitch," Chris said.

She did as he said. Still she said not a word, staring straight ahead, as she heard him remove his pants. His hands wormed between her thighs, the finger searching for the entrance to her cunt.

The she felt the insistent hard knob of his prick move slowly from behind and feel for her vaginal entrance, where it was moist and burning, and she felt the dull ache as he began to enter her.

At that moment she moved quickly, pushed over the chair and made an attempt to get to the door. But Tim and Hal were too quick for her. In an instant, both laughing cruelly, they forced her back to the chair, her face blazing now, her eyes furious, like a trapped animal.

"You can't make me, you filthy, disgusting, perverted bastards."

Tim raised his hand and slapped it hard against her mouth.

"Shut up," he said in a low, fierce tone. "Just shut up."

Once again they placed her on the chair, holding her head down now so it was on the seat of the chair, with her hands pinned to her sides. She felt Tim's rough hand pushing down hard on the back of her neck, forcing her head to stay down.

"Now you're really gonna get fucked," Chris growled.

Jodie once again felt the rigid hardness of Chris' cock come past her ass cheeks and drive savagely into her pussy. Chris had his hands on her hips. She began to cry and try to pull away.

It was no use.

She couldn't shake off that hot stick forcing its way in and out of her pussy.

It had been no use, her plan to outsmart them, to show no reaction, in hopes that they would become bored or disgusted with her and let her loose. It had only excited them more. It hadn't worked, and now here she was, pushed down on the hard, wooden chair, being fucked like a dog by a panting and groaning man, being cheered on by two more of them.

"Thatta girl, thatta girl," Chris was panting and chanting to himself more than to anyone else, moving quickly in and out, in and out, pushing so hard it hurt inside her.

"You like it? You like it, baby? You like that big stiff cock screwing you?" Tim's voice came through a sudden sharp wave of pain.

"She likes my nuts flapping against her ass, that's what she likes," Chris suggested.

And they were. His balls hit against her spread-open ass as he pushed his slippery dick harder and harder into her cunt.

"Give it to her, give it to her good and hard," Tim said, as his hand twisted her neck downward. With his other hand, he pulled a thick piece of flesh on her ass, twisted it in an agonizing pinch, then pinched her again, and again, as Chris' cock kept slamming into her.

She wondered if they heard her moans; she tried to move, but couldn't. And then she felt Tim's fingers come between Chris' dick and her ass and, as Chris fucked her, Tim stuck two fingers into her asshole, exploring it, laughing, and from the other side, she felt Hal's hand grab a hold of her clitoris.