Paul Gable - Whipped captive

Christina could smell his pussy-soaked dick. Oh, how hot she must be, how hot for her to [missing text].

"Ohhhhh!"

Opening her eyes, the young woman realized Mike had changed positions. He was towering over her, his cock dangling over her lips. As she felt Chuck shoving his dick deep into her cunt, she turned her head away. No, he'd never make her take that vile thing in her mouth!

"Come on, baby, I'm hot again. Shit, just watchin' you move around with my buddy fuckin' his dick in and out of your snatch makes me hard," Mike gasped. It was true! Only a few minutes had passed since he'd reamed out her cunt. But he was growing thick and hard again. Christina didn't care about his problem. He could jerk off for all she cared. She wasn't going to take that cock between her lips!

"Hey, bitch, you're gonna do as we say or I'll leave you high and dry," Chuck said threateningly, pulling out his dick and letting it jerk inches from her fluttering cunt.

"No, no!" the girl cried desperately. She curled her fingers around the biker's neck, hunching up, trying to center her cunt-hole over his fat, purple, juicing cock-head, trying to impale herself again.

"No, baby, not 'til you take his rod in your mouth," Chuck said firmly.

Christina whimpered, twisting her head around, staring at the fat cock, its gnarled blue veins throbbing with lust.

"Yeah, babe, that's it, open up," Mike said as Christina parted her lips and formed them into a wide "O". Oh, God, this was the ultimate degradation!

"Suck it hard, bitch!" Mike growled. Christina could taste his cum as she closed her lips gingerly around his rod. Mike smiled, closed his eyes and shoved in his stiffening cock with one long, gentle stroke. The blonde teen tasted his cum. It washed down her throat, the salty, bleachy liquid making her swallow instinctively. Christina sucked in air through her flared nostrils. Spittle and cum oozed from the corners of her mouth as she hunched up wildly to Chuck's thrusts. Her pussy was burning wildly with lust.

"Bitch, slut, bitch!" Chuck groaned, closing his eyes and hunching rapidly into her pussy.

Christina only groaned back. While she sucked on one biker, she felt the other going crazy above her, working his dick deeper and deeper into her mouth. He held her firmly with both hands, moving his hips from side to side, opening his eyes now and watching as his cock-head pushed out first one cheek, then the other. He told her to suck hard and watched as her cheeks caved in from the vacuum created in her mouth.

Christina wiggled her tongue up and over the pumping, juicing rod choking her, caressing his dick with her warm, wet tongue. More cum seeped from his piss-slit, coating her mouth.

"Yeah, man, can't hold out much more," Chuck groaned.

"Let's dump it together. Lemme know when you're gonna pop off," Mike said.

Christina slid her pussy back and forth on the pumping, pistoning cock. When his cockroot moved around against her clit, the girl felt joy flashes radiate up from the tiny organ, making her belly swell up with passion. She ground against him harder, loving the sensation of the long bar of cock fucking in deeper.

The girl moaned long and low now, her groans choked off the mouth-fucking dick.

Her entire belly seemed to bulge with dick, swelling up with excitement. She grunted, ramming her cunt up onto the hard rod.

"Yeah!"

Chuck screamed, his muscles tensing while his body jerked from side to side. At the same time, Mike lost control. His right hand shot out, pressing against the back wall while his jizz bubbled out of his piss-slit and spattered against the back of her throat.

Christina swallowed as much of the cum as she could, feeling much of it ooze from the corners of her mouth. She wept and struggled while her mind blasted apart into millions of pieces. The heavy jolt of two loads of cum blasted her apart.

"Uhhhhh!" Chuck moaned, biting her shoulders and neck. He felt his buddy leaning heavily against him as the girl struggled for breath. Christina felt she was all cunt, wet and hot and clenching in every cell of her body. She milked at the throbbing rod in her cunt, bouncing up and down while more cum shot into her mouth.

Then her orgasm reached the peak. Her clit throbbed and beat until she thought her heart would stop. As the final load of jizz shot into her pussy, the girl swallowed the last of Mike's spunk.

Finally, all three of them lay still, trying to catch their respective breaths. Mike edged back, drawing his softening cock from her mouth. He peered down at the defeated girl, wiping his dick-head over her lips, smiling broadly as he watched her spit out the remaining mixture of cum and spittle.

"Un-fuckin' believable," Chuck panted, moving his hips from side to side, drinking in the final delicious spasms of his powerful orgasm. Christina moved in a counter rhythm feeling that dick sliding up and down deliciously against her cuntal walls.

"Yeah, she's hot, all right. Shame we're gonna have to give 'er up when her old man pays up," Mike said, scratching his balls.

"Let's tie her up before the guys get here. I'm fuckin' tired. Gonna fall asleep, and don't want her runnin' away," Chuck said, pulling his dick out of her pussy with a squishy pop.

"Yeah, yeah," Mike said, rolling off the bed.

Christina didn't say a word. She was drifting in and out of consciousness, exhaustion having dropped over her mind like a heavy curtain. She felt ropes moving around her wrists and ankles. They were tying her down to the bed, looping the ropes around the iron framework after securing them to her legs and arms.

The blonde teen closed her eyes and felt herself sinking blessedly into unconsciousness. In her tortured dreams, Christina relived her double fucking, felt those two dicks ramming into her. Ohh, how she loved that sensation, how she wished it could continue for hours.

Christina had no idea how long she'd slept. Loud noises coming from the front area of the house woke her. For a moment, the girl thought she was back at home and she tried to get up. The ropes cut into the flesh around her wrists and ankles, cruelly reminding her of her plight. Christina lay back on the bed, shaking the few tears that rolled from her eyes off her cheeks. Footsteps growing louder told her another chapter in her humiliation was about to begin.

"Good news, baby," Mike said, standing in the doorway. With the light behind him, he looked more menacing than before.

"Good news?" Christina said weakly.

"Yeah. On the run, some of the boys ran into the Heathens… it's another gang, you know?" Mike said, swaying drunkenly from side to side.

Oh, God, were they going to throw her to them now? She could imagine what the two gangs would do to her!

"Anyways," he continued, taking another swig of beer from his half-empty can, "they got into a rumble and we won. Shit, they ain't nothin' but a bunch of pansy-assed pussies," he drawled, finishing his beer, then throwing the can into a corner. Christina felt nauseated. She sensed something awful was going to happen.

"What… what are you going to do to me?"

Christina managed to squawk.

"Yeah, what are we gonna do with you?" he echoed her, smiling strangely at the trembling girl. "Well, it ain't time yet to call your old man and see if he's got the coins. So we're just gonna give ourselves a little victory celebration, you know?"

Christina watched him stagger to the bed, stumble drunkenly several times and laugh at himself, then steady up and move closer. His fingers worked clumsily over the knots, finally freeing her from her bond.

"No!"

Christina successfully pushed him away at the start. But Mike was determined, finally grabbing her wrists and hauling her like a sack from the bed. Christina doubled over, pulling back toward the bed, her feet sliding along the smooth wood bedroom floor. In the distance, she could hear the men laughing and drinking.