Linda sighed, relaxing her muscles. At least she'd have a few minutes in respite while Max was gone.
"Man, we can have ourselves a little fun doin' a few other things," Jack said, winking at his buddy.
"Man, I gotta see what her mouth's like… man, just for a second," Sam said.
Linda's eyes widened when she watched him unzip his Levi's and shove them down to his ankles. Jack argued with him as he crawled onto the bed, kneeling on her arms while dangling his long, thick cock in front of her mouth.
"Hey, you didn't hear what I said. Max finds out and…"
"Who's gonna tell… you? Her? I ain't gonna cum in her mouth. Just wanna feel that pretty little thing around my meat," Sam said, his body shuddering.
Linda's nose wrinkled up as she turned her face away. The sour smell from his unwashed crotch was almost too much for her to bear. She gagged, feeling sour vomit rising in her throat. She couldn't imagine puffing that cheesy thing in her mouth, actually sucking on it!
"Take it, bitch," Sam growled, grabbing a handful of Linda's blonde hairs while straddling her bucking form.
Linda managed to let out one scream of protest before the spongy head rammed hard against her lips. She tried to keep her mouth closed… tried to keep that filthy, unclean thing out of her throat. But Sam was too strong for her, tearing the hair from her roots, then grabbing another fistful until she thought he was going to snatch her bald. With a groan of despair the woman gave in, slackening her lower jaw and letting him fuck her in the mouth.
"Ohhhhh, man, tight, hot, wet…"
Sam was off in another world, his head thrown back while his hairy ass started pumping back and forth. Linda choked, coughed, gagged, while her cheeks puffed out from the tremendous amount of dickmeat sawing in and out of her mouth. It was horrible, filthy! Her nostrils flared while she closed her eyes. Spittle frothed at the corners of her mouth, dribbling down her cheeks and chin.
Sam stopped for a while, moving his hips in a circular motion, stirring his rod in her throat. Once she felt him shoving down so hard she was afraid his dick would choke off all the air to her lungs. The woman struggled violently, arching her back wallowing her shoulders against the dirty mattress while grunting and coughing against his belly. His knees hurt her upper arms as they seemed to press down harder with each passing minute.
"Shit," Sam said, pulling back.
His cock slipped from between Linda's lips, bobbing furiously up and down. It glistened with her spit.
"Well, how was she?" Jack asked with mixed disgust and envy. He didn't dare fuck the woman in the ass. Sam could take chances. But he had been on the receiving end of Max's rage twice before. He had nearly lost his life the second time and didn't want to take any chances on a third.
"Good and hot, man, good and hot," Sam said, crawling off the bed and shoving his cock back into his pants. "You ain't gonna tell Max, are you?"
"Naw, I ain't gonna say nothin'. But she might," Jack said, his voice dropping as he nodded at the helpless blonde.
"You ain't gonna talk, are you, babe?" Sam asked, moving back to her.
Linda shrank against the mattress, feeling her scalp crinkle with terror. Her eyelids fluttered while her heart pounded so crazily. At first she couldn't speak, her eyes focused on those dirt encrusted fingers curling and uncurling.
"No, no," she managed to get out, rolling her eyes up to the trucker.
"Gotta be sure," he muttered. "Let's have ourselves some fun. Come on, let's get 'er outta bed for a while," Sam said.
Linda felt a wave of relief rush over her as they untied her legs, then moved up to her wrists and slipped the knots off her hands. Her first thought was to strike out at the two men. But as they raised her from the bed and guided her down the hall she knew it was useless to struggle. Whatever Sam and Jack had planned for her… whatever Max was going to do to her she'd have to endure. She'd survive all this… survive it somehow, then take Janice with her and leave the state. She could never continue living in this same city with those three men able to pounce on her and her niece at any second.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked, her bare fact shuffling over the dirty wood floor.
"Just downstairs, baby. It's where Max was gonna take you anyways. We're doin' him a big favor," Sam said, stretching out one hand and turning the knob on a door to his right. A sharp, damp smell swelled from the darkness. Linda edged back, pressing against Jack's firm body.
"Ain't no problem," he said, pushing her forward. His fingers moved down to her ass, pressing into the warm resilient butt, flesh.
Linda cautiously stepped down, hearing the rotten wood creak under her feet. Sam and Jack stepped behind her one of them flipping on the light. Below she could see several bare light bulbs burning brightly, harply illuminating the cellar. There was a strange smell in the air reminding her of a kennel. It grew stronger as she climbed down the stairway.
"Oh!"
"Hey, back Shadow." Sam said.
Linda shrank back again. A large black Doberman came bounding out from the shadows. She saw a makeshift bed in one corner. There was a bowl of water and another half full of red dog food. She watched the animal prance around the two men.
"Come on, boy, maybe later," Jack said, pulling the barking dog away from them and guiding him back to the bed.
Linda saw Shadow trying to jump up and lick the trucker's face, whining and whimpering when Jack slapped his narrow butt, shoving it down when the animal was messing up his bedding. Reluctantly the Doberman lay down, giving Jack's face a big lick, then resting his head on his forepaws and watching the three of them curiously.
"Good watchdog," Jack said.
"Get down," Sam said, pushing her toward an old-fashioned, high-backed wooden chair. There was something that looked like a small engine resting on a platform next to it. Linda walked over to the chair and sat down, folding one leg over the other. Her tits rested high and firm on her chest, her pink nipples growing darker by the minute. Could it be she was becoming aroused now, thinking of all the awful things the men could do to her down here in this cellar? Her mind whirled around with masochistic thoughts of torture and sex while her cunt creamed.
Linda felt a mini orgasm pass through her pussy. The only reaction visible to the men was a wrinkled forehead and one raised eyebrow. The sharp edge of that climax made her shiver.
"Man, I like those nipples. Nice, pink," Jack said, reaching down into his shirt pocket and pulling out a cigarette. He tapped it against the crumpled packet, then shoved one end into his mouth and lit it. The trucker blew out a long blue trail of smoke into Linda's face, making her cough. Her eyes stung.
"Yeah, let's see if her nipples can get as red as the tip, huh?" Sam suggested.
"Yeah," Jack laughed, bringing the glowing tip slowly toward her tit-tip.
Linda could have gotten up. She could have moved around to the back of the chair and screamed at them. It wouldn't have prevented anything in the end. They would have hogtied her as before and done their worst. But at least she would have had the satisfaction of fighting for her dignity, for her life. Instead she sat quietly, her eyes wide, her cunt clenching like a fist while her nipples hardened and turned a dark red. Yes, she was actually turning on to their threats.
"Oh no, no…"
Linda took deep breaths, then held one. This action made her tits stand out even more. She sat very still, not daring to move as Jack toyed with the cigarette. At times he brought it near to her face, laughing quietly as she flinched and her eyes watered. Then he moved it back down, down toward her cunt. At one time she could smell some burning pussy hairs as he seemed to be thinking of burning her cunt.
Then the trucker brought the tip of his cigarette to within an inch of her right nipple. Fear washed over the woman as she felt the heat starting to burn her tit-tip. It was starting to hurt. But deep down inside her Linda knew something else was happening. She was feeling intense pleasure from this… a pleasure akin to the kind she knew when Max fucked her brutally. The sight of the cigarette an inch from her nipple, the vision of the two hunky men watching her like hungry animals, was exciting the hell out of her. A shiver of delight coursed through her body. Sam and Jack smiled. The sadist in them was enjoying this to the fullest.