Debbi Matthews - Debbi_s dirt road

"We'll do the rape scene first. Debbi, get under the sheets," Mr. Henderson instructed, and the girl meekly obeyed. "Now, Andy, you enter from the left, and you too, Karla."

"What am I supposed to do?" Debbi asked, at last finding her tongue as confusion confronted her.

"Don't worry. Karla will see to it that you're more than ready and she'll lead. Struggle against

her at first, then give in," Mr. Henderson answered, hurrying everyone to their proper position.

The scene started with Karla coming in and pulling down the sheets. There was no sound, as they were obviously making a smoker-type stag film of low quality. Hence, there was a very minimal plot, since the film was primarily concerned with jamming as much sex into the footage shot as possible.

"Resist her a little," Mr. Henderson ordered, and Debbi gave a mock struggle. The woman handled her much like Cindy, so Debbi knew how to respond to the woman. The woman's kisses relaxed her, and the feel of a female body against hers was stimulating.

"Rub her cunt, Karla," Mr. Henderson ordered, and Debbi opened her legs willingly as the woman rubbed along her furry and slightly damp crack. Karla's finger slipped into the mushy pussy easily, and she began a rapid finger flicking. Debbi let out a groan as the woman's thumb began to tease her oily cut, and she bucked her hips to increase the delicious pressure.

"Go down on her," Mr. Henderson ordered, and Debbi gasped her approval of the suggestion. Karla was an expert with her tongue. Debbi was surprised at her own response, even before this group of strangers. But Karla would ease up on her cunt licking whenever she sensed that Debbi was about to go off.

It was torture, but Debbi eagerly reciprocated when Karla switched the position of her legs and her furry crotch descended to the girl's face. Debbi licked the warm cunt and tasted the hot juices that oozed out of it in torrents. Karla was able to get herself much wetter than even Cindy. Even the mere thought of the cruel bitch caused Debbi to

pause, but the sensations at her own crotch inspired her to give the same pleasure to Karla.

"Go get it, Andy," Mr. Henderson laughed, and the big-pricked man moved to the women. Debbi gave a whimper of protest as the steaming pussy was pulled from her face. And she was completely unnerved at the shock of having the delicious contact on her own cut suddenly stopped. Karla switched to a position next to Debbi, her finger still diddling at the young girl's cunt.

Debbi looked up to see inch after inch of that monster cock sliding easily down Karla's throat. She seemed to be able to take at least seven of the nine inches at once. Debbi felt she would choke to death if asked to duplicate that feat, Happily she wasn't. At least for the moment.

"Fuck her now," Mr. Henderson ordered. Debbi felt her pussy lips being spread wide by Karla as the man thrust the head of his monster prick into her. It was so wide that Debbi felt it was splitting her in two, but she made no verbal protest.

"Fuck her hard," Mr. Henderson ordered, and Debbi let out a small scream as half of the bloated tool drove into her vulnerable cunt. Karla had lubricated it thoroughly, so it was a sensation more of pleasure than pain. Debbi saw Karla once more mount her, and the already juiced-up pussy covered her face.

The two professionals worked in perfect unison, Andy's cock hammering into Debbi's cunt, while she ate Karla. Debbi felt her own orgasm blossoming. It would come to a spine-shattering climax in a moment.

Karla's cunt began spasming and she flooded Debbi's mouth and face with hot juice. Andy suddenly pulled his dick out of her and Debbi could feel his hot sperm as it covered her bush and

belly. Karla bent dawn and began to lap it up.

"Okay, cut!" Mr. Henderson shouted, and on cue both performers got off of Debbi. The girl was handed a towel to wipe herself. She didn't understand. Debbi was so close to her own climax that she was nearly shaking. But it seemed no one cared whether she came or not. The action was finished and that was that. Debbi wanted to come, but she certainly wasn't going to finger herself in front of these people.

The sensation gradually cooled to a tolerable level, but Debbi wasn't at all pleased at the way she was told to hurry and dress. Mr. Henderson clapped a new fifty-dollar bill into her hand and told her to come by tomorrow night at the same time. Debbi was back out on the street before she realized what was happening.

The street lighting in the rough neighborhood was poor. It took Debbi several seconds to see two grisly-looking men leering at her. She clutched the handbag containing the fifty closer to herself. But the two men moved closer to her.

"Help out an old fireman, lady. These hands ain't so good no more," the first drunk began. Both stank from alcohol and had a weary look caused by years of drinking.

"I… I don't have any money," Debbi lied, but she made the mistake of drawing her handbag still closer. The two men noticed the movement.

"So we ain't good enough for your kind, huh, miss fancy cunt?" the speaker sneered. The second one grabbed Debbi in a quick motion and pinned her arms behind her. The other man grabbed at her tits through her blouse.

"No, that's not it. Leave me alone or I'll scream," Debbi threatened. She should have acted without warning the whiskey-soaked men. Now

they realized she had a defense, so they cupped her mouth and the two of them dragged her into an alley. Visions of the horrible experience at the house of the three men who had taken her in came pounding back.

One drunk kept her arms pinned painfully, while the other struggled with his zipper. Her mouth was free for only an instant, then a smelly handkerchief was stuffed in it until she nearly gagged. The old drunk jerked his limp pecker in the cool air, but couldn't get a stand. In impotent rage, he punched her in the stomach and left her semiconscious with the force of the blow.

"Let's get the fuck out of here," the second drunk muttered, letting her drop to the pavement so he could quickly rifle her handbag. He smiled as he stuffed the fifty into his pocket. His friend was too upset to notice the amount..

"I can still do something to this snotty bitch," the first drunk snarled. He aimed a spray of urine over Debbi's helpless face. Then the two men were gone.

Debbi could move in a few minutes, so she collected herself and picked up her handbag. The fifty-dollar bill was gone. All her hard work in the disgusting apartment of Mr. Henderson had been for nothing. Now some bums could glut themselves on cheap bourbon for a week.

There was nowhere to go but to Cindy's apartment. When she came in with no money and the story of the assault, Debbi knew she would be in trouble. But there was simply nowhere for her to go. There was no place in the world that she knew of where people wouldn't rip her off and abuse her. Debbi entered and quickly went into the bathroom to wash her face. Then she confronted Cindy and solemnly said: "I don't have the

money.

"What?" Cindy shouted in anger. "Where's the fuckin' money?"

"1 don't have it. Two winos took it," Debbi pleaded, too frightened to even cry. Cindy was not

good mood to begin with. Now she was in a blind rage.

"You stupid, fucking cunt. Now you'll really get it," Cindy threatened, going to her closet and returning holding a thick belt with an ugly buckle.

"No. I don't deserve it. And I won't take it," Debbi said defiantly. All the disgusting, rotten things people had done to her suddenly made Debbi angry. And in her anger she felt power. The power she needed to free herself from the control of others. It was now a question of self- preservation. As Cindy turned crimson over Debbi's defiance, the girl knew she must fight to survive.