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  “Yes, I understand.”

  “Some women can cum gettin’ ass fucked. I expect you might be one of them.” He eased the butt plug out of her anus. “Now, what you say to Mr. Willy for what he just done?”

  “Thank you.”

  “How about, ‘Thank you, dear Mister Will’?”

  She looked up into his leering face, “Thank you, dear Mister Will.”

  “By God, Sam, I think the bitch is learnin’.” He slapped her ass again, “Crawl over to the toilet and pee.” They watched her crawl naked across the floor. She pulled herself up on the seatless toilet and, bowing her head, urinated.

  Sam had opened one of the boxes Willy had picked up at the post office. He handed it to her. “This got make up and shit like that. Take a shower first then fix yourself up pretty for us.”

  “Please,” she said, “I’m so hungry and tired, please let me...”

  Sam glared down at her, “How many times did we make you cum today?”

  “I-I...don’t know.”

  “Three or four. How many times did you make us cum?”

  She bowed her head, “None.”

  “You ever suck cock?” She shook her head feeling the tears begin to fill her eyes. Sam put his hand under her chin forcing her to look up, “If you never sucked cock you never ate cum, that right?” Again she shook her head, the tears spilling down her cheeks.

  Willy had joined them. He grinned at her, “Well, missy bitch, before you or your husband eat or sleep, you gonna suck some cock and eat some cum.” He pointed to the rusted shower stall, “Don’t use a lot of water,” he added. “We got a well and some solar panels and a generator but all together them fuckin’ things don’t heat much water and it don’t give us but a little electricity.”

  While Heather showered Sam opened a big can of baked beans and a package of hotdogs. They sat at the table having another beer. They could see Heather standing naked at the mirror beginning to apply the make-up she had taken from the box. “Lots of lipstick and that oily stuff,” Sam yelled. “We want you lookin’ like a fuckin’ high class slut.”

  “Don’t forget the heels,” Willy said. He tapped on the bars of the cage with his bottle, “Hey, Tommy boy, your bride is gettin’ herself all sexy lookin’ for when she sucks me and Sam’s cocks. You get another chance to jerk off.” Both men laughed.

  After Heather dried herself with a dirty towel, she was aware that her pussy was wet and she felt a tingling in the pit of her stomach even though she was so exhausted her legs trembled as she stood at the mirror. She had never used much makeup. The bright red lipstick and gloss in addition to the eye shadow and mascara transformed her face in a way that startled her. Her lips were fuller, her eyes more luminous. The thought that she was making these preparations in order to please the two viscous, filthy, semi-retarded perverts in the next room sickened her but at the same time she felt sexually aroused in a way that, except in her childhood dreams, was new to her. The black pumps had four inch heels. She slipped her tiny feet into them but knew she would have trouble walking. She’d seldom worn heels and never stilettos like these. Taking a deep breath, she turned and stood in the doorway facing the men.

  “Hot damn!” Willy cried out, “We got us a fine fuckin’ woman!”

  Sam stood up slapping his hand on the table, “Yeah, for a whole goddamn week!”

  “You hungry, baby?” Willy asked. She nodded. “Well, it’s like I said. You and your wimp husband wanna eat you gotta suck some cock first.”

  Heather felt the tears well up in her eyes again, “Please,” she pleaded, “I never...”

  Sam had unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his semi-hard circumcised penis. It was dark brown, not long but thick. He cupped his heavy balls and shook his prick at her. “Suck it,” he said. “On your fuckin’ knees and suck it.”

  She glanced at Tommy who still huddled in the corner of the cage like a wounded animal. He quickly turned his head away and said nothing. Unsteadily she approached the two men who had pulled their chairs away from the table and were sitting with their legs spread. She was about to kneel in front of Sam when Willy held up his hand. “Stand there for a minute,” he said grinning up at her. She waited, her hands at her sides, her head bowed. Willy pointed toward her breasts, “Your nipples stiff?” he asked. She nodded. “Why do you suppose that is?”

  “I don’t know,” she said, still not looking up.

  “They stiff cause you is hot. You is gettin’ all excited and your pussy is creamin’. Ain’t that right?” She didn’t answer. “Look at your husband,” Willy said, an edge in his voice, “and tell him what you’re gonna do.”

  Heather turned toward Tommy who was now staring at her, “I-I...I’m going to...to...suck them,” she whispered.

  “Now, tell him why your nipples is stiff,” Sam laughed.

  “Because I’m...I’m excited,” she said softly.

  Willy had leaned forward to look closely at her slit, “Looks to me like your pussy’s wet. Is that so?” She nodded. “Why is that?” he asked.

  “I-I... don’t know.”

  “Bullshit. You fuckin’ do know. Tell your husband.”

  She turned away from Tommy and looked at the two men, “The same reason. I don’t understand why...but...but...”

  “You’re hot,” Willy leered up at her, “the idea of takin’ our cocks in your pretty mouth and suckin’ them has got you hot.” He reached out and ran his index finger along her crease. She gasped and stepped back as if she’d received an electric shock. “You hot, bitch, you are wet and hot, say it!”

  She bowed her head and closed her eyes, “Yes,” she said, “yes, I’m hot and wet.”

  Sam had been stroking his fat cock so that now it was hard. He pointed to the floor between his legs. She stepped forward and got to her knees. He leaned toward her and pinched her nipples, “Tell me you want it,” he said.

  Keeping her head bowed, she said, “I-I...want it.”

  “What do you want and where?”

  “I want...I want your...your penis...I mean I want your cock. I want it in my mouth.”

  “You drink my cum?”

  “I don’t...I..don’t think I can.” He twisted one of her nipples. “I’ll try,” she said.

  “Hold my balls with one hand and my cock with the other.” She cupped his balls and grasped the base of his cock with her right hand. “That’s right; now open your mouth wide and take as much of it as you can.”“

  The stench almost made her gag. He smelled strongly of sweat and urine. He hadn’t showered in days and had been sweating for hours on the long hike back from where he and Wally had found them. His cock tasted of sweat and urine and grit. The round head of it slowly emerged from its covering of skin. She closed her eyes and opening her mouth slid her lips as far down on his cock as she could without choking.

  He leaned back smiling, “Ahh, that’s it, bitch, suck me, make it wet with your spit.” He put his hand on the back of her head directing her to go down and up on his cock.

  He tried to hold off but found he couldn’t. After no more than two minutes he began to spurt in her mouth. She tried to lift her head from his cock but he pushed her down on it, making her take his cum and swallow. His milky cum was thin and tasted bitter and sour, but she felt compelled to draw her cheeks in and continue to suck until she had completely drained his cock. Both Sam and Willy were surprised as was she. When Sam’s cock flopped out of her mouth she looked up at him, her lips glistening, her eyes seeming to ask if he were pleased. He grinned down at her. She sat back on her heels, and bowed her head.

  Sam nodded at Willy, “I think we got us a fuckin’ world class cocksucker here.”

  Willy laughed, “It sure looks like it. I ain’t never seen even a whore suck that good.”

  Sam tucked his limp cock back into his jeans, “She fuckin’ liked it. First cock she ever sucked and she liked it.” He leaned over placing his fingers under Heather’s chin and lifted her head up. “Ain’t I right, l
ittle bitch? You loved it. You damn well loved suckin’ my dick.”

  Sucking him had been revolting, disgusting, gross and yet feeling his hard cock fill her mouth, sliding her lips up and down along its length, feeling the pleasure she was giving him gave her a sense of power, but that wasn’t all. The possibility that she had loved doing it both terrified and excited her. Looking up into Sam’s ugly face, she nodded slightly, “Yes, I did.”

  “Did what?” he demanded.

  “I-I...liked it...liked sucking you.”

  Willy laughed again and jerked his thumb toward Tommy who was crouched in the nearest corner of the cage. “Tommy boy liked watching. Looks like he cum again.”

  Sam crossed to the cage. “How about that? You like watching your pretty bride sucking me off?” Tommy turned away shaking his head.

  Willy had pulled his filthy pants off and was sitting on a stool close to the cage. He was stroking his half hard cock. He turned to look at Tommy. “Hey, boy. She gonna do me now right here next to your cage. You don’t want to watch; you can haul your sorry ass over to the other side and don’t look.” Tommy didn’t move. Willy crooked a finger at Heather, “If you want what I got for you, crawl,” he said.”

  She crawled over the gritty floor to where he was sitting. She knelt before him. He winked at Sam and then leaned toward her, “Take off my boots,” he said. He was naked from the waist down. His cock had stiffened. She tugged at the worn, boot and pulled it off. He wore no socks. His thin foot and long skinny toes were black with dirt and sweat. The stench was sickening. He extended his other leg. When the boot came off he wiggled his toes and spread his legs. She inched forward but he held up his hand. “You gotta make your mouth pretty if you want to suck,” he said.

  Sam went into the bathroom and brought back her lipstick, gloss, and small mirror. He handed them to her. She was about to turn away and place the mirror on a chair.

  “No,” Willy said. He pointed to the floor between his feet. “Put it here so I can watch you and so you can get close to my toes.”

  She looked up at him, “Please, I-I don’t...”

  “Do it!” he yelled.

  She placed the mirror between his repulsive feet and leaned down close to reapply her lipstick and gloss. “Why you doin’ that?” Willy asked.

  “You told me to.”

  “Yeah, but what you fixin’ your mouth up for?”

  She knew what he wanted her to say, “I want my...my lips to...to...look nice...to look shiny for you.”

  “Why does they have to look red and juicy? What’s the rule?”

  “I-I...am not allowed to...to...suck you unless my lips are the way you like to see them.”

  He grinned at Sam and nodded, “That’s right, little bitch. You just remember that.” He waved a hand at her indicating she was to finish. After she’d coated her lips with the gloss, she looked up at him for approval. “Yeah, that’s right. You learnin’ fast.” He cupped his balls pushing his cock toward her. “Kiss it first,” he said. She leaned in and pressed her lips lightly to the tip of his cock. “Now,” he said, “look at your husband and tell him what you just done.”

  Tommy crouched in the cage not two feet from them. She felt the tears well up when she looked into his face. The blood had caked around his broken nose and smashed mouth. His front teeth were gone, his eyes blackened. Then she glanced down to see that his penis had stiffened again and his hand was on it. “I kissed Mister Will’s cock,” she said.

  “You like kissin’ my cock?”

  She looked up at him, “Yes, yes I did. I liked it.”

  “From now on before you suck me off what you gonna do?”

  “I-I’m going to get down on my knees and kiss your cock.”

  “Yeah, that’s right. What you gonna do now?” Willy asked.

  She turned back to look directly at her husband, “I’m going to suck it, suck his cock and take his...swallow his cum.” Tommy nodded. His hand moved slowly on his prick.

  Heather turned back to Willy. He pulled his cock back against his belly, “Lick my balls first,” he said. She lowered her head. The putrid smell made her dizzy but at the same time filled her mouth with saliva and caused her nipples to harden. She licked his wrinkled ball sack until he reached down to tilt her head up. “That felt good, little bitch. Felt real good.” His compliment made her blush. For some insane reason she couldn’t even think about, she wanted to please this vicious, half retarded animal. Instantaneous flashes out of her childhood dreams popped into her head. Still looking up into his hard little eyes, she licked her lips. “Yeah,” he said, “that’s the way, make them wet cause now you gonna get what you been wantin’.” He leaned closer. “Tell us, bitch, what it is you wantin’.”

  Her hand tightened on his cock. “I want to...to...suck it...to suck your cock...to swallow your cum.”

  He grinned. “Make it last. Don’t let me cum quick. If you make it last I’ll let you play with your pussy, but not till I say you can.”

  “I’ll try. I’ll try to make it last,” she inched back and slowly slid her lips down the length of his prick, taking all of it into her mouth.” She gently cupped his balls with one hand and gripped the base of his cock with the other. He’d placed both of his hands on the back of her head and guided her up and down the length of his cock. When he felt he might cum, he lifted her head off it. “Lick the rim,” he directed. “Flick your tongue at the bottom there right under my piss hole.” She lowered her head to do as he’d instructed. “Don’t look down,” he said. “Look up at me when you’re lickin’ my dick.” After several minutes, he again put his hand on her head. She knew what he wanted. She slid her lips over his cockhead and, tightening them began to move her head up and down his shaft. “Play with yourself,” he rasped. Her fingers quickly found her swollen clitoris.

  She rubbed it, first up and down then in a circular motion. As his cum shot into her mouth, she orgasmed powerfully. He held her head down on his cock until she had swallowed all of his cum. When he let go, she fell back and hiding her face with her hands began to sob.

  The two men watched her. Tommy crawled to the far side of his cage. When she had quieted, Sam nudged her with his foot. “Get up, bitch. Supper’s ready. Dish it out.” Slowly, Heather struggled to her feet. She had difficulty walking in the heels. Holding on to the chair backs; she set the table and filled four bowls with the hotdogs and beans. One of these she pushed through the bars of Tommy’s cage. She was about to give him a spoon when Willy stopped her. “He can eat like a dog,” he said.

  She glared at Willy then looked at Sam, “Please,” she said, “let him...”

  Willy took the spoon from her and held it up, “You want him to have this you gotta earn it for him.”

  “But what...?”

  Willy grinned at her and pointed to the lipstick and gloss and mirror, “Fix your lips nice for us,” he said. When she’d applied the lipstick and coated them, Willy nodded.

  “Now a nice soft loving kiss for me and one for Sam, then your husband can have a spoon.”

  Sam laughed and slammed his hand down on the table,” “Goddam!” he yelled, “We got us a young pretty bitch naked except for fuck-me shoes and she’s gonna do what we say! How fuckin’ good is that!” Heather crossed to Willy. He put his hands on her ass and pulled her to him. She tilted her head and parted her lips. Unlike the other kisses this one was gentle, little more than a touching of their mouths. She then went to Sam and kissed him in the same way. Willy gave her the spoon. She slid it into the cage. All four ate in silence.

  While she did the dishes the two men sat at the table drinking beer and congratulating themselves on their good fortune. When she finished, Willy indicated she was to stand between them. They ran their hands up the inside of her legs and over her ass. “You tired, babe?” Willy asked.

  Her legs began to tremble, “Yes, I’m exhausted...I-I...can’t...”

  Willy chuckled and lifted his flaccid cock, “Neither can we, at least not right
now. Maybe we all get a little sleep and then have a go at this?” He slapped her ass.

  “Please, no...” she began.

  Sam slid a blunt finger into her vagina. Looking up at her he grinned, “Why do you think we went to the trouble of buyin’ you a butt plug? If you ain’t gonna cooperate maybe we do Tommy’s ass instead.”

  “Yeah,” Willy said, “don’t look as if he’s in any shape to object.”

  She looked from one to the other then bowed her head, “Yes,” she said.

  “Yes, what?” Willy asked.

  After a long pause, still not lifting her head she said, “You can do it. You can take me like that.”

  “We’re kinda slow,” Sam winked at Willy. “What do you mean, we can take you like that?”

  “You can...can...put it in my...in my....ass.”

  Sam went into the bathroom and brought back a large tube of KY jelly which he put on a small table that separated two filthy beds. “For later,” he said. “We gonna take turns. Tonight you sleep with Willy, tomorrow with me.” He pointed to the nearest bed.

  Heather slipped off her shoes and climbed into the bed. Willy lay beside her, his cock pressing against her ass, one hand on her breast. He pulled the dirty sheet over them. Sam stretched out on the other bed. Within five minutes all were asleep.

  At 4:30 in the morning Willy woke to find his erection pushing against the warm flesh of Heather’s ass. She had been awake for an hour fearfully anticipating what they intended to do. She’d also been trying to formulate a plan to escape. She couldn’t think of a way. The clothes they said they’d ordered for her were locked in a worn suitcase.

  She couldn’t go off into the woods naked and without shoes. She had no idea where this cabin was, only that it seemed hidden deep in the woods. Then there was the problem of Tommy and his broken foot.

  She recalled Willy and Sam talking about keeping her for only a week. Wherever they intended to take her couldn’t possibly be worse than this. Since escape was impossible she’d try to get through the week for Tommy’s sake as well as her own. She frowned, remembering that Tommy couldn’t get an erection on their wedding night but had masturbated at least three times while watching her satisfy Willy and Sam. Feeling her cheeks burn with shame, she also recalled the intensity of her own orgasms. How many were there? She had lost count.