Debbi Matthews - Debbi_s dirt road

"Tell us and you go. Nobody gets hurt. All we want is the bread and the stuff," the man in the front explained.

"It hurts," Debbi whimpered, feeling the steady pressure making the blood pound in her head. She felt certain the man could crush her skull if he wanted to.

"I'm really sorry. But it'll get a 16t worse. Suit yourself," the man in the front said casually.

"Please believe me! Dammit! I don't know!" Debbi shouted.

"Okay. Turn here," the man introduced the driver. Though Debbi couldn't see, she felt certain they'd turned down an alley. The man in front opened the car door and helped the man holding her drag her from the car. He didn't release the painful grip on her skull. Debbi was forced to walk in this awkward position, nearly slipping several times on the thin layer of ice that coated the alley. Once inside the heated garage, they put handcuffs

on her and tied a gag around her mouth.

"We're gonna have some fun makin' you talk, Mama," the younger man said, and Debbi cowered away from him. The garage itself seemed to be filled with mechanical equipment. They-sat her down on a beech

"You should have taken the coat Off," the younger man advised the other.

"Why! That'll feel nice when we're tucking her," the man answered. He got a cross look from hit associate.

"Well, the rest has to go. Now!" the man barked, and they were both on her. She tried to scream and fight them off, but they 'easily overpowered her. Only a muffled sound came from beneath the gag. She knew it was hopeless. In a matter of seconds, they had stripped her clothing from her as best they could She sat shivering in the fur coat and boots. The rest of her expensive garments were rags hanging from her body.

"Kinky little bitch," the older man commented.

"Cunt is all the same. But this is a two-hundred-dollar-a-night chick. Prices being what they are, some high rollers are still willing to take a shot at it," the younger one commented, running his fingers over her naked tummy. He laughed as she sucked in her breath to remove herself as far as possible from his unwelcome touch.

The man made a fist and jammed it hard into her defenseless middle. Debbi doubled up in agony and her lungs fought to regain the rhythm of breathing. The tight gag made it difficult, and she kit herself swooning from lack of breath.

The men laid her back on the bench, her expensive fur coat against the oily floor. They spread her legs on either side of the bench, securing her ankles with rope to the legs.

Debbi felt her senses returning. She tried out the strength of her bonds. They allowed quite a bit of play as far as her upper body was concerned, for only her hands were cuffed. Her legs were held fast and couldn't move. And she was very vulnerable in this position. A fact which her captors were not about to pass up.

"Damn. I want some of this," the older man said, unzipping his pants. He pulled out a large, flaccid cock. Several strokes of his hand had it up to its full length.

"Fuck that little mama. I'm gonna have a smoke," the younger man announced. He lit up a cigarette. Debbi's clit still pained her from the earlier rough treatment it had received. The man's rough fingers over her crotch made her wince in pain. But her oversexed body was still responding and pouring out enough, natural lubricant to make the entrance of the massive dick less painful.

"Take it, baby!" the man ordered hoarsely, sitting on her upper thighs and pushing the head of his cock between the meaty lips of her cunt. The shaft quickly followed, as the man wasn't about to be concerned over the discomfort of his helpless victim. The man's weight on her thighs was giving her as much pain as the cock which was searing her belly.

"It's like fucking a corpse," the man complained, slowly sliding his cock in and out of her greasy sheath. Debbi's eyes burned with hatred and humiliation, but all the men did was laugh at her completely helpless state.

"I'll put some life into her," the younger man said. He walked over to Debbi and let some ash fall on her middle. The pain was slight, but it made her squirm. This was done to the obvious delight of the man fucking her, and he increased his tempo.

"Burn the bitch," the man tucking Debbi suggested. She struggled with her bonds, trying to free her legs. Knowing this was impossible, she tried to sit up. She had raised her upper body about a foot off the bench when the younger man pushed her back down.

"Don't hurt yourself," he advised. "We'll be happy to do it for you." So saying, he touched the lit end of the cigarette to her right nipple. The pain was the most intense Debbi had ever experienced, and she screamed into the gag and thrashed around wildly to escape the source of her torment.

"Keep doing that! I'm gonna come!" the man tucking her ordered. His cock was now hammering away brutally inside her body. The stinging in her nipple far exceeded the pain to her cunt.

"You bet," the man holding the cigarette answered. He repeated the painful gesture. Finally, he took the cigarette and ground it out into her belly. The man tucking her howled in climax as he pumped his hot seed into her thrashing body. There was no pleasure in the experience for Debbi. Tears of pain were her only outlet.

"Bitch!" the man said with contempt. He wiped his cock on her thigh. He dismounted and zipped up. He had lost interest in her for the moment.

"Okay, Mama. We're gonna give you a little rest. But we'll be back. If you think what you've just had was bad, you're mistaken. We'll mar up tat pretty face so bad no one will want to look at it. Then you'll be lucky to get a dime for sucking off some wino," the younger man laughed.

"This'll teach that fucker to mess with Benjie and Bierce," the older man laughed.

"Shut up, stupid! The cunt'll hear you," the younger man ordered.

"So what! Why not cut her damn tongue out.

She won't be able to piss with tat thing when we're finished with it. She thinks that black motherfucker will look after her. She's just a stupid cunt, like all the rest. He'll kick her out for shit once he sees she's no good for business. Imagine, a white broad fuckin' for Willie. Cunt. Nothing but cheap cunt," the older man said, spitting down at Debbi's abused pussy.

"Come on. Let's get that drink. She ain't goin' nowhere," the younger man laughed.

"Yeah, we'll let Chester look after her just the same," the older one said. Rot of them left.

Debbi looked around her for some possible way of escape. It worried her what the men had said they would do. They had enough hate in them to do anything. And what good would Willie be. The bastards had already taken her three thousand. She'd have to start all over saving for it. But she knew she wouldn't be able to turn a normal trick again. Even if she somehow miraculously escaped. She would only give pain. Men would suffer for what they'd done to her.

The door opened and a man walked in. He was mumbling to himself, but quickly came over to take a look at the captive girl. He ran his hands over her body. Debbi shuddered at his touch. His hands were as cold as ice. The man was the driver who had been waiting outside her hotel.

"Pretty girlie. They hurt you. They're bad men. I no hurt you," the man said. He seemed to have the mind of a child. He must have been the Chester the two men spoke of, Debbi thought.

"Hmmmmm… hmmmmm…" Debbi mumbled, loud enough to draw the man's attention.

"What! I can't hear… let me take off that cloth," he said. It was more in the manner of a

feeble-minded person giving himself a verbal instruction than a direct communication to the girl. He pulled the gag away from the girl's mouth. Debbi took several deep breaths to refresh her brain.

"Thank you. But my legs hurt so. Please untie them," Debbi said, trying to work on the compassion of the man.