Paul Gable: Gang raped virgin

"Hello?" Janet said calmly, closing the door behind her.

There was the sound of heavy breathing coming from the receiver.

"Hello!"

Janet began to tremble, feeling her flesh crawl as the breathing increased. Janet sat down on the edge of the bed, the earpiece hot and sweaty against her lobe.

"Hey, babe, said we would call!"

In an instant Janet felt her world come crashing down around her. The horror wasn't over for her yet! They had her phone number and were using it!

"Wh-who is this?" she stammered, swallowing a lump of fear.

There was muffled laughter. Others were probably listening to her. Janet felt a rush of blood inflame her cheeks. If only they would leave her alone, hang up and let her live her life without them!

"Come on, baby, you know who's talkin' to you. We don't forget a hot little number like you that easy, you know?"

Janet wished she had the courage to slam the phone down, to tell them she was going to go to the police if they tried, calling her again. But she knew she couldn't do that. She knew: they'd dare her to, and she would never have the courage to expose the shame she had endured to the public. Instead, the girl sat at the edge of the bed, holding the receiver to her ear, listening to the filth that poured from Jack's mouth.

"Man, I sure miss havin' that tight little pussy of yours wrapped around my cock," he sighed, his voice getting lower, thicker. She could imagine him fumbling with his cock through his pants, playing with himself while he was talking to her. Janet found herself lying back on the bed, her shoulders sinking into the soft mattress while his words of filth poured into her ears.

"No, I won't listen to this."

"You'll do anything I damn well tell you, baby. You'll do it 'cause you dig it. Yeah," he said, his voice trembling with lust, "you'll do it 'cause chicks like YOU dig guys like me. Man, I could see it in your eyes, baby. You dig getin' fucked… 'specially by someone like me and the other guys, right?"

Janet couldn't answer him. Her voice froze. But she knew he was right.

"I'm gonna hang up right now," she panted, feeling her cunt tighten at the sound of Jack's voice.

"No, you ain't, 'cause if you do, I'm gonna call you right back. And then… then I might come over there and see your old lady. Yeahh," he said, his voice trailing off again. "Yeah, that'd be good. See if your mother's got as much spunk in her ass as the daughter."

Janet froze with horror. The thought of seeing Jack standing in the living room, of having him attack her mother right there in front of her eyes terrified her. That would be too much for her to stand. She rolled her head from side to side, still holding the receiver tightly to her ear, listening to Jack's mocking voice.

"Yeah, I didn't think you'd hang up. We want you comin' back here real soon."

"Wh-what?"

Janet couldn't believe she heard him correctly. Go back there, expose herself once more to… to him and Bill and Greig? He had to be joking! Nothing in the world could make her go back and submit to that kind of abuse again, nothing!

"You heard me, baby, we want you comin' back here. Bet we could take care of you real good… make you feel nice, make us feel nice."

Janet sucked in a deep breath, feeling her head reel around. She was about to shout no, then she thought once more about Jack's threat – about him coming here, about him standing in her house, then chasing her frightened mother around until he raped her. Janet shook her head, driving away the thought of watching her mother being fucked in front of her eyes. No, that would never happen. She would rather take her chances and submit to those brutes once more than have them coming to her house to fetch her.

"I… I don't have a car and…"

"You'll get down here one way or another," Jack said, his voice growing cold. "And when you do, man, it's gonna be real nice. I'm gonna bite your tits this time. Didn't get a chance to do it this last time, baby, 'cause you was on your fuckin' belly. But, man, I wanna get my teeth into them tits… feel 'em jigglin' around in my mouth!"

Janet moaned. She wanted to slam the phone down, but she couldn't. Just listening to him made her excited all over again. She was enjoying this conversation as much as loathing it. She started wiggling on the bed, shifting her butt from side to side. Her fingers moved down her dress, hiked it up to her waist, then she hooked her thumbs around the waistband of her panties and shoved down. The cool air felt good against her burning wet cuntlips! If only Jack knew what he was doing to her.

"Yeah, bite them tits, get my teeth into them. And maybe then I'll eat your pussy…"

"No, no!"

She thought of his large sensuous mouth, thought of having his lips sliding up and down her cunt, his tongue sticking into her just as his cock had. She groaned, raising her knees slowly, feeling the muscles cramp around her calves as she curled her toes.

"Yeah, and then I'm gonna fuck you… fuck you real hard."

Janet made a move to hang up. But her muscles refused to respond. She raised her knees a little more, then let them fall apart. She felt her cuntlips un-sticking, peeling back, revealing the dark pink moist pussymeat. She moved her fingertips lightly over her snatch, felt the tiny muscles at the mouth of her cunt flutter then shut, trying to draw in her tracing fingers. She was hot, really hot! And Jack's terrible suggestions were making her even hotter.

"No, no. I don't wanna talk to you. Don't ever call me up again," she said in an unconvincing whisper.

"Yeah, sure you don't. Man, I can hear it, baby. What are you doin', playin' with yourself? That's what I'm doin'… feelin' my cock right through my pants while talkin' to you. And, man, we're gonna have ourselves some time tomorrow, you understand? That's when I'm gonna get into you… me and the boys here. They want a crack at you too, baby, and man I think they're hotter 'n me."

She thought of Bill, of Greig, of having them fuck her as well as Jack. Janet felt her heart pounding. She was dizzy. Her pussy flooded hot juice, her fingers growing slick with it.

"No, no, I'm gonna… gonna hang up and you don't call… again and…"

Her fingers strayed into her hot hole now, two of them making soft fucking movements while she cramped her ass muscles and made hunching movements against her palm.

"We're gonna start real slow… that's how I'll do it. I'll let you put it in. You wanna put my cock into your hale, baby? You wanna touch it when it slides in, peels you wide open?"

"Ohhh… ohhhhhhhh, God!" Janet breathed.

"And then we're gonna work you over… tie you up, bitch. Make you pay for it. Man, you're gonna feel them ropes against you, holdin' you down while we fuck the shit outta you."

"No?"

"And I know you're gonna dig it. My cock's been in you before, baby. I know you gotta have dickmeat, gotta have your cunt split open by a guy's cock a lotta times. You're one of them kinda broads. And I'll bet you're gonna dig bondage too, baby. Yeah, you're real young, but that don't mailer when it comes to ropes, right?"

Janet didn't know what he was talking about. Nonsense. Nonsense, all of it. Then why couldn't she hang up, tell him where to get off? Instead, she was moving her ass up and down against the steady slick rub of her fingers. She couldn't keep her ass still. She found hers if tilting her hips as far to one side as they would go then tilting them the other way, finger-fucking herself while Jack's voice droned on.

"Bet I can make you come lots of times."

"Yeahhh…"

Janet shuddered. The wet mess between her legs was throbbing now. Her cunt was feverish, swollen. She bobbed her ass around in circles as her fingers brought her closer and closer to orgasm. She was coming… slowly, furiously, ecstatically. Her calves cramped while one leg kicked out and hit the wall.