Paul Gable - Daughter degraded

"Fuck… fuck!" Rhoda cried.

She was saying that wonderful word, pronouncing it shamelessly, begging her boss to fuck her, to take her and do what he pleased with her. She was his slave for as long as he could take care of that awful hot pressure throbbing between her legs.

"You bet, Rhoda, you bet," Brad answered.

He lunged fast into her cunt. Rhoda cried out, thinking the world was coming to an end. Bright lights flashed in front of her while her head throbbed. She threw her body from side to side, her blonde hair tangling around her throat. She whined. She felt desired, beautiful, helplessly bound.

And that thing inside her! When his cock was deep, really deep, she could feel it like a fire against the knotted mouth of her pussy. The way she was tied made it hard for her to move in the way she might have enjoyed. But her restricted movements were at least as exciting as being completely free. She found that by tensing the large muscles of her ass his dick gave her more friction. "Ohhhhhhhh God!"

"Like it, huh? Enjoy this, baby? Enjoy having my dick trenching you out?"

"Yes, oh – fuck me… harder!"

There was no boss/secretary relationship any more. The only thing that existed was Rhoda and Brad, two individuals going mad over one another. "Ohhhhhhhhh fuck!"

She could feel his dick rubbing against her clit faster now, could feel his body shivering. Once or twice he had to tell her to stop moving, stop her twisting and jerking, or he was going to pop off right there. She didn't want him cumming… not yet. Rhoda was close, desperately close. Bu she wasn't ready to lose her load yet.

"Oh God!"

Brad had her other tit in his mouth now. As he sucked the tender nipple, she writhed. Her clit was pulled tightly down each time he fucked into her cunt, his balls slapping against her upturned buttocks. And then as her belly seemed to fill with dickmeat, Brad bit teasingly around her nipple.

Rhoda babbled and jerked her wrists and ankles until the pain made her excitement rush along all her nerve endings. She groaned Brad's name as he worked his powerful hips with a building tempo. The juice seemed to erupt from her cunt. She felt it leaking between her asscheeks, sucking her ankles, wetting the sheet beneath.

Rhoda ground her hips around hungrily, wildly, straining as hard as possible. She was going to cum. She was going to climax now. It would be so good, so hot and good!

"Brad… oh God, you're sooooo good!"

It was funny how getting fucked by someone made her feel so close to him, even though he had done this to her without asking. His masterly manner, the way he brutalized her, made her dig her nails against her palms, opening her mouth for him to kiss. Brad kissed her hard, his tongue fencing with hers.

When Brad held his cock just inside the convulsing folds of her cunt, Rhoda quivered. Her ass was just hanging there and trembling, waiting for his cock knob to be speared into her cunt. She cried and twisted her hips from one side to the other.

The silk belt and twisted pantyhose burned her skin. Her shivering muscles bucked helplessly as Brad raked pure pleasure from her soft cuntlips. Her clit was swollen and hot, pulsing with a raging tickle that jolted cries of delight from her throat.

"Ohhhhhhhh God, God, God!"

Rhoda's thighs were smeared with cunt juice. Her wrists and ankles had welts where the silk hat cut. But as each wild storm of ecstasy washed over her body, the pain seemed like a delicate sensation. She was enjoying the pain, jerking her arms and legs harder to let that pain blend with the vicious fucking of Brad's dick.

"Now!" she screamed.

Rhoda was only a second away form madness. Then the second passed and she went crazy, gripped by the power of her orgasm. She felt Brad's cock jerking around, banging against her convulsing pussy. He was shooting, spraying his load into her.

Rhoda closed her eyes and tried to picture his prick bouncing around inside her, the dark head spitting out wad after wad of the thick white cream, filling up her hole while his balls rested against her buttocks.

Again and again, terrible spasms ripped through her cunt, making Rhoda jerk and twist hard against the mattress. Her cuntal muscles spasmed, gripping Brad's cock hard, milking it at least twice for each wad his dick shot out. For several minutes Rhoda's cunt was hot, wet, clenching, milking his hot cock.

When it was finally over, she collapsed, feeling drained, almost dead. Brad eased his cock out of her, rolling her on her side and untying the knots at her wrists. She felt him undoing the silk tangle, throwing the hose and belt to the floor.

"Better than I ever thought it would be," he muttered, sitting on the edge of the bed and stroking her naked, cum-smeared thighs.

Yes, perhaps. But now Rhoda thought of Cindy, and that thought destroyed what happiness she could have had now. Cindy was in trouble Rhoda was sure of it.

Several hours passed and no one came for her. Cindy lay in the small cell, trying to clean herself as best she could with her torn blouse. Her thighs were smeared with blood and an as she lay on the floor, staring up at the dirty ceiling.

What awful thing had happened to her! She had been raped, violated, her dignity ripped from her. But was that really true? When Jack had held her down, premed his dirty fingers against her shoulders and pushed his knees against her thighs.

Hadn't she felt that thrill, that secret lust sensation that made her pussy hot, slick and easy to fuck?

"No!" Cindy covered her face with both hands, rolling onto one side and sobbing quietly.

That awful thought came back again and again. She had let him touch her, had actually enjoyed the beating, the slapping around, the pulling of hair and the resulting degradation that preceded that awful, brutal rape. Rape? She had to keep telling herself it was a rape. How could she face herself, her mother, her friends, if she were to acknowledge the fact that she had encouraged him… to do that terrible thing to her?

Footsteps!

Cindy tensed, drawing her knees up against her tits and scooting backward. Gathering the remnants of her clothes to her tits and belly, she edged up against the far wall, her scalp crinkling with terror as the door opened once more.

It was the other two men who had kidnapped her, standing there, smirks on their faces.

"Jack said you're a pretty good fuck. I'm Don. This here's Joe."

Don was thin, blond with a dark beard framing his Germanic face. Joe was stockier, thickly built, packed with muscles, his dark-brown eyes sparkling with vitality. He was holding straps of leather in one hand, tapping them against his thigh.

"What… what do you want?"

The words were ridiculous. Cindy knew what they wanted and that thought terrified her. She drew her legs protectively under her ass, her eyes shifting from one to the other, wondering what they had in store for her.

"I ain't had me a woman in more 'n five days," Don said, rubbing his lips. "Joe and Jack, they get all the cunts that come through here."

Cindy raised her eyebrows. All who come through here? What was going on? Headlines raced through her confused brain. She remembered hearing her mother talking about girls being kidnapped, who were later found beaten and raped. The girls used to talk about their ordeal, mumbling something about several rapists. Of course the outraged families didn't press the matter. And, considering how many rapes and murders were going on in Los Angeles at the time, the news quickly became old and forgotten. But now it reared its head and Cindy could hear those conversations of her mother, could see the headlines screaming out about the fate of those unfortunate girls. Cindy was going to become one of them. She knew it the moment she saw those cocks pressing against the tight-fitting faded jeans on those men.