Paul Gable - Daughter degraded

She was close, as close as he was! As much as she hated him, as much as she wanted to tear off his face, Cindy needed Jack now. She needed him to take care of that awful pulsing itch threatening to blast through her pussy with atomic force!

"Now!"

It was her voice, her voice joining his, warning him she was about to pop! The camera clicked, the tape-recorder hummed.

And, yet, all the girl could think of at this moment was that razor-sharp edge of arousal she was teetering on now. The tension had built up in her pussy until her cunt was clamping tightly around his cock. Cindy gritted her teeth. She had no energy for growling or gasping now. All her will was focused in her cunt, pinpointing around the pistoning rock of Jack's dickmeat!

Her climax was just a fraction of a second away from bursting, from ripping through her muscles, Cindy knew Jack's dick was ready to go off now. All she had to do was wait for the spurt and then his cock would be hard and throbbing. She wondered if she could snap his prick with her cunt muscles. Her cunt certainly seemed strong enough for that feat.

"Ugh!"

Cindy felt his dick thickening. The pounding bet of his cock thrusts slowed for just an instant. Then suddenly they resumed, more furious than ever.

Jack was growling like a mad dog, his body shivering, shaking, becoming more violent than it had when he fucked her before. Savaging her in this way was an obvious turn-on. The still photos couldn't possibly capture the rage, the lust he was throwing into this sexual mania.

With a furious jab his cockhead banged in. Cindy felt the blunt point stab in. She held on, clawing the dirty couch cushion.

"Yagggghhh!"

Jack slammed his belly against her ass, his fingers leaving long red marks on her thighs and butt. A lava-like blast of jizz fire hosed against her cuntal membranes.

Cindy felt the huge gush of hot spunk splash, burning into her convulsing pussy walls. She gasped, blowing out the long breath she had held. Her pussy walls crashed in, holding tightly onto his exploding dick.

The tape was picking this up, all of it. Later she would hear herself, hear her own excited pants, her gasps, the unmistakable sounds of her delight in being raped this way.

"Fuck it! Fuck it!"

Jack was finishing up his cum. Men did it so fast! But Cindy was right in the middle of her climax, growling and snapping and panting like a dog. Her hips swerved uncontrollably. Cindy heard herself screaming. Jack bent down once more and bit her neck again. Another blast of cum shot up her snatch.

The terrifying impact of her climax ripped outward from her cunt. It was so overwhelming, so overpowering! It was far greater, more intense than the last one.

The flesh around her pussy and asshole was on fire. After each shivering throb of her cuntal walls, the ripples left her feeling empty until the next internal blast. Cindy sobbed, feeling his spurting, jabbing dickshaft. Her body had betrayed her. It was milking more and more cum from the big man's swinging balls.

God, God, she wanted more, more, so much more!

"Unnghhhhh…"

Jack pulled away after the last few shots, wiping the head of his bloated dick over her scarred ass.

Cindy fell forward, her arms collapsing under her head. Every inch of her body ached from the tension and beating she had received. "Got it all?"

Jack was steadying himself, sucking in lungfuls of air. Cindy covered her face with both hands, feeling her cunt still quivering, trembling, the walls rubbing together against the slick coating of jizz.

"Yeah. It oughtta go well in Texas. Man, them freaks out there in Dallas go nuts when they see broads like this," Don said, checking the camera.

Joe snapped off the tape-recorder.

"That little baby brings us in a lot," Jack said to Cindy, hitching up his pants and zipper.

"Now… now will you let me go?" Cindy asked, feeling as if her world had turned upside down.

"You haven't even begun here yet, baby. Hey, what's your name anyway?" Jack asked, tucking in his shirt after having slipped off the couch.

"Cindy," the girl whispered, wiping a stray tear from her cheek with her knuckles.

"Nice… nice. Think we'll use it for these shots. Sounds kinda innocent… they'll dig it, really like it."

"What's that?" Cindy gasped, her scalp crinkling with terror as she heard an unearthly scream echo through the house. She drew herself up from the couch, folding one leg over the other, feeling more cum oozing from her fuckhole. There was another scream, then another. She noticed that Don was missing.

"Damn, he's probably watching that damned movie again. Hey, come on, you'll probably like this," Jack said.

The big stud hitched one arm under her and pulled the protesting girl off the sofa.

Cindy steadied herself, feeling the warm trickle of cuntjuice and cum oozing down her thighs. She had become accustomed now to exposing herself in front of these men. Modesty was something of the past, something that had been erased by Jack, by that leather fuck a few moments ago, by that knife, and finally by the gang leader's fat dick reaming out her hole. No, there was no modesty left in her mind. There was only a will to survive to best these men, to come out on top.

Steadying herself mentally, Cindy followed them out of the living room, past all those suspiciously locked doors to a larger room at the end of the hall. As they entered it, Cindy guessed it must have served as a dining room in happier times. Now, it was empty except for several wooden folding chairs, a table and a projector whirring away at the back.

Cindy narrowed her eyes, seeing two big men and a slim dark-haired girl on the makeshift bed sheet screen before her. Her hair was cut short – straight and black – and combed over her forehead in bangs. As the image came into focus, Cindy saw the girl as Asian-Japanese or Chinese. Her tits were small – full and purple-tipped. Her belly was flat, her ribs somewhat visible. Her hips flared and her stomach tapered to the close cropped black V of her pussy.

She wore a dazed smile that became more unfocused as the two men took her. One man bent down, squeezing her jaw hard so her mouth stayed open. He forced her to her knees, swearing violently at her. Then, opening his pants, be pulled out a seven-inch dick and shoved it into her mouth, bouncing on the balls of his feet. The other man stretched out on the floor, his cock extended.

On closer examination, Cindy saw the two men were Don and Joe, obviously enjoying their part in this epic. As the young girl sucked, she was led back to where the other man lay. And while Don raised her hips to move her cunt over his dick, she kept on sucking, not missing a beat.

"Drugged," Cindy whispered, watching this horror.

"Sure," Jack said, chuckling. "First I thought you might need some… help. But hell, you're a natural for this kinda shit."

Cindy held her hands to her face, feeling her cheeks flush hot as the young girl in the movie became more and more involved in the two men. She was bouncing up and down like a puppet, her cunt splitting open. Then jizz began to spurt from Joe's dickhead, spattering her lips, spraying all over her face as he pulled out his dick to show the audience he was really cumming. The girl weakly raised one hand to protect herself from the hot spray. But he knocked her hand away, purposely shooting his jizz into her eyes, nose, mouth, down her throat, onto her tits.

Don kept pumping his cock into her cunt after Joe had finished. Joe staggered around for a few seconds, then came back, belt in hand. He raised the leather, dangling it in front of the girl. Though drugged, the young teen knew what was going to happen next. Even though the film was silent, Cindy swore she could hear the girl screaming as the leather cut through the air, finally biting into the girl's right cheek. Don reached up just in time to hold her into position, keeping her fastened to his crotch, his cock buried up to the hilt. Just then the film broke.