Paul Gable - Whipped captive

"Bitch, bitch, bitch!" the girl screamed with each blow.

"That's it, Gretta, beat the shit outta her," the bikers chanted as Christina found herself rolling on the floor, pinned to the carpet by this half-animal.

"Man, I dig watchin' a couple of lesbos makin' it," Chuck said. He covered one hole of his opened beer can and shook it, letting a narrow geyser of liquid arc up and splash down on the two struggling women.

Christina felt the cold shower. She was still biting and scratching. But like everything else with this scene, it was a losing battle. Soon, the brunette was straddling her, pinning her legs down with her knees while pushing back her long black hair.

"This one's a pretty one," she said, licking her full lips and reaching down between Christina's legs.

The blonde teen shivered, closing her eyes and biting her lower lip. No, this can't be happening. She was continually scraping the bottom of the barrel. As the hours slid by, she was performing sexual acts that people only whispered about. Each one was more sick and perverted, than the other.

I can't think about this. I'll pretend it's Mike or some other man, Christina said to herself, conjuring up images of the different bikers who had fucked her.

But she could still hear the brunette's breathing above her, hear the girl tell her how big her tits were, how nice and warm her pussy was.

"No, no!" Christina cried. It had to be because of the mental pictures of Mike and Chuck fucking and sucking her. She couldn't be warming up to the woman's caresses. No, that couldn't be happening to her.

But in spite of her fears and prejudices, Christina could indeed, feel her cunt heating under the brunette's gentle touch. In her mind, she saw Mike with his cock growing hard again. Just as before, he stroked it up from its flaccid condition, holding ft with both hands while aiming it at her pussy. Yes, she wanted it, wanted it above everything else in the world. It was his cock-meat, his prick-meat, stiff long inches of it rammed up her pussy, moving back and forth. And when he twisted it from side to side, she nearly went crazy with excitement. Sometimes he reached down, his fingers creeping to her clit.

But no, those weren't Mike's fingers. They belonged to that horrible woman still straddling her. Snapping back to reality, Christina could bear the bikers chanting and laughing and drinking as the girl kept on fingering her pussy.

"Forget 'em, honey. They're easy to blank out. Just concentrate on me."

Tears of shame rolled down her cheeks. She jerked with a shock, staring at the hand between her legs. The girl was rubbing her pussy-lips together, pinching them while creasing her clit with her thumbnail. The feeling was exquisite. Christina felt her ass moving over the prickly carpet as the girl kept rubbing her thumb over her clit. If only it hadn't been a woman making her feel like this!

"Hey, babe, you ain't doin' too well. First you strap on the guys, now you gotta have cunt. Man, your old man better bail you out. Ain't no tellin' what you're gonna strap on next!" Chuck shouted, falling back against the wall and nearly collapsing with laughter.

The woman above her shrugged her shoulders at the taunts then backed away, dropping her head down to Christina's pussy.

"Ohhhhhh!" the girl moaned, her body shivering while her flesh crawled. She could feel the brunette's hair brushing over her thighs and belly while her hands smoothed up and down her thighs.

"That's it, baby, go on and lick that slit," Mike said, encouraging the biker woman.

Christina kept shuddering in revulsion as the fingers between her legs pulled her cunt-lips apart. She could feel the girl's breath blowing through her pussy-hairs.

I don't feel a thing, the blonde repeated to herself. She said the words over and over. But she didn't really believe them. Already her pussy was juicing up as that tongue wormed its way deeper into her cunt-hole.

The girl was an expert, someone who knew what tongues were for. Christina gritted her teeth while she felt the tongue snake up toward her slit. She shivered in fear and disgust as one finger slid down around her hips and began stroking her asshole. She felt the woman's tongue settle on her clit for a second, then felt a pair of lips closing around that tiny knob. Oh, she was going to suck and… ohhhh, yess, there was suction!

Christina squeezed her asscheeks together, wallowing her shoulders on the carpet while rocking her thighs back and forth. The blonde felt her crotch tingling more and more. She responded to this woman just as she had responded to Mike and the others.

"Ohhhh, honey, you're nice and sweet and clean," the older girl slurred, picking several cunt-hairs out from between her teeth.

Christina said nothing, still not daring to open her eyes and look at the brunette.

"Come on, more action!" the men shouted.

"All right, all right," the brunette said, knitting her eyebrows angrily together, then smiling as she dropped her head back into Christina's cuntal thicket.

"Oh, ohhhhhhhh!"

Christina raised her legs slightly, pulling them together and rubbing her inner thighs back and forth against the sides of the young woman's head. The woman groaned in approval, stiffening her tongue and jabbing it in and out of the slit as if it were a tiny cock. Christina went crazy with the suction and the mouth-fucking. She snapped her head from side to side while clawing at the carpeting. Her ass flopped around on the floor. Hot flashes of lust tore through her wet tight cunt. Then the woman's mouth moved away from her pussy.

"That's all?" Christina murmured.

The girl didn't answer her. Stroking her pussy for the last time, she turned around until her cunt was poised directly over Christina's open mouth. The girl looked up and saw a pair of angry, red, swollen cunt-lips through the tangled mass of black pussy-hairs. They glistened with juice.

"Ahhhhh!"

Christina shuddered. She felt her clit being stroked. At the same time, those swollen cunt-lips started lowering down toward her mouth. She could smell the thick, sharp odor of the girl's pussy as it came closet.

"No, no, it's wrong," Christina murmured as the wiry cunt-hairs tickled the insides of her nose. Drops of juice already dotted her cheeks. With a sigh, Christina opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. It was, she kept telling herself, the only thing she could do.

"Mmmmmm!" the older woman groaned.

Christina could feel the vibrations of her voice through the woman's cunt. Then she felt her tongue disappearing between the woman's labes and into her hot hole. Ohh, how strange it was to be doing this. Darting her tongue in and out in imitation of what she'd felt the brunette do earlier, Christina then pulled her tongue out from the cunthole and moved it higher, letting the tip dart across the swollen clit.

"Oh, yessssss!" the woman hissed. Christina blushed. She wasn't supposed to know what was going on. Yet, she was making all the right moves, apparently. Rolling her eyes up, she could see that several of the bikers were sprawled on the chairs, their flys opened, their cocks out while they watched the two women suck cunt.

Strangely enough, Christina was proud of making the girl respond so strongly to her mouthing. It gave her a sense of power she didn't, have before. Breathing heavily, Christina attacked the clit with pursed lips, making the older woman whimper from the suction.

At the same time, the brunette was going wild with her cunt. She rolled and pinched her clit so hard, Christina thought she was going to piss. Hunching up to the woman, she closed her eyes and sucked gently on the clit rubbing against her upper lip. Juice trickled down on her face, leaving blotches on her cheeks and chin. Christina felt her cuntal muscles tightening around the girl's probing fingers and tongue. Yes, yes, it was a wonderful feeling getting sucked off this way.