Walter Collins - Tijuana slut

Getting out of the bondage was as painful as being in it. The arm that had been suspended above me hurt so bad I cried as it fell to my side. My feet, which had gone numb, came alive with fiery agony as I straightened them out. My back and butt stopped feeling stiff and dull and became locked in cramps.

The worst was getting the tape out from between my legs. One man held me. The other worked his finger under the tape and began to slowly pull it loose. He took his time, enjoying my whimpers of agony.

I had very little hair between my legs when he was done. The two of them dragged me into the hallway. Two other guards were dragging a girl from another cell. She was so thin and small I couldn't see how she had survived the inhuman punishments. Her hair was a mess. Her big brown eyes were sunken. They were glazed with fear and pain. She was whimpering.

"Make love!" one of the men commanded, throwing us both to the floor.

I'd never, made it with a girl before. I didn't really know where to begin. The other girl didn't either. I took one look at the guards' heavy boots and decided to learn in a hurry.

We were already more or less in a sixty-nine position. I put my sore arms gently around her hips. Caressing as carefully as I could, I drew her cum-crusted cunt to me. The girl followed my example. She touched her nose to my swollen, pink gash.

A boot hit me in the small of the back and someone said to hurry. I choked as the pain twisted up and down my spine. My tongue flicked out.

Her battered box was so crusted with the remains of previous rapes that she tasted like an army of men. I started at the top of her childish split and washed the stuff away. I worked my way along her cunt mountain, washing and soothing her as best I could. I felt her tongue in my split. It was delicate, frightened and as kind as it could be under the circumstances. Neither of us felt any delight from the depraved show we were putting on.

She whimpered when I started on her cunt-flaps. I eased up and went over them as lightly as I could. I ignored the acrid taste of the petals. I was

actually enjoying the comfort of her soft body and arms. It was soothing to lie there with someone else and try to help them.

We were so busy that we hadn't noticed what was going on over us. I opened my eyes. The four men were pounding their cocks. They were really enjoying our humiliation. I closed my eyes again. I didn't want to look. I didn't want to see it.

I finished licking the outside of her cunt-lips and dipped between them. She tensed. I knew how sore they must be and was very careful as I washed my tongue over her pee-hole and down to the entrance of her cunt.

She was matching me stroke for stroke. She'd soothed my flaps. She'd caressed and warmed the nearly hairless cushions on either side of my split. I ran my hands gently up her back and found her tits. I avoided her swollen nipples and gently stroked the small mounds. Her hands slid to mine and drew tiny circles on the sides.

I didn't want her to touch my tits and I was sure she didn't want hers played with. But we had to put on a show.

"Fuck each other with your tongues!" the four cried in unison.

My tongue shot out without question. It slid easily into her loose hole and soaked in her quim. I felt hers shoot into mine. We stabbed our lickers back and forth, pretending they were cocks.

Her tongue didn't thrill me, but I felt her cunt start to tremble. I felt her abused cunt start to

hum. A thrill shot through me. She was so hungry for affection that it might help her. I glowed secretly. I started doing more than just going through the motions. This might be her only chance for pleasure and I wanted her to have it.

I started driving my tongue back and forth. I started pulling it all the way out of her and spinning it around her clit each time before driving it back inside. Her twat grew juicy. I could hear my tongue being milked. The sounds were only loud enough for me to hear. I wanted to keep it that way.

My hands left her boobs and wandered leisurely to her bottom. I trailed my fingers lightly up her ass-cleft like I enjoyed having done to me. She trembled. I covered the bottom part of her ass with my hand so the men wouldn't see her muscles twitching. I rolled against her. I got over her as far as I could without pressing my weight on her.

The girl knew what I was doing. I hoped she appreciated it. She didn't try to bring me to a come. She only did what she had to in order to keep from getting kicked. Other than that, she rested up and enjoyed my gentle love-making.

The men around us were enjoying our debasement. When there was a lull in the moans around us, I could hear the mouths of their peckers pop. I could feel an occasional streamer of clear jizz drip on my side.

The thrill of helping the girl finally got to me. My box started to thaw. The girl felt my ass twitch

and covered the movement with her hands. I wasn't too concerned with it helping me. I wanted it to help her before the men got wise and pulled us apart.

Her hips began to bounce. I moved my head back and forth, so it looked like I was making her do it.

My tongue was slick with nectar. Tier pussy was milking it now. I slipped my fingers around to her cunt. I rubbed the sides as I licked the head. She exploded. It wasn't a great orgasm, but I could tell it was a relief for her. It was a break.

The warmth was rapidly drawing my own need into the open. My body was betraying me. I was having a hard time hiding it.

I was rising nicely when the cocks started to explode and spatter us with gobs of their slime. I was almost to the peak when they jerked us apart. They didn't know I'd helped her, but they knew it was helping me.

My stomach knotted with frustration as they dragged her away. The two guards that had untied me threw me back in the cell. I crashed against the wall, bruising my shoulder as I slumped dejectedly to the floor.

The two men picked up the ropes that had been left on the floor from my earlier bondage. They knotted a piece around either wrist and hooked them into rings about shoulder height on opposite walls. They pulled my arms tight. One of the men jerked my leg up and tied the other end of his rope to

my knee.

As soon as he was done, he wrapped his arms around my waist and held me. The second man pulled the other leg high and did the same thing. They let me go. My anus creaked in protest as I bounced and dangled awkwardly in the stretch.

One of them grabbed the lariat and tied it around my waist. He pulled it back until I was swung into an excruciatingly painful sitting position. I was screaming in pain as my arms threatened to pull from their sockets. The muscles in my groin threatened to rip. My ass was suspended just a foot off the ground.

One of the men slid under me. He pulled his freshly stiff cock from his pants and jammed it viciously into my gash. The man behind us began to pull the rope. I swung back and forth, stroking the rigid tool as my body filled with more and more pain.

I'd heard of people being strung up by their thumbs. They died from convulsions in a very few minutes. I could see why. I was suspended by my wrists and was having a hard time breathing. The cords in my neck were bulging. My shoulders were a deep red. My spine felt like it was being torn apart. My cunt could barely feel the cock in it because it hurt so bad. The ropes had cut the circulation off in my hands and they were tingling weirdly.

I felt the piston rubbing back and forth in my cunt. It slid over my joy-knob. It bruised the

bottom of my hole and stretched the sides. It rubbed between the cheeks of my ass.

My arms were useless. I almost lost consciousness before the bastard got his rocks off and cut me down. My chest, shoulders and groin hurt so bad that I wailed when they touched me. I knew they wouldn't leave without my satisfying the other man. I agonized over what the slimy cock-suckers would do to hurt me while the second one did his thing.