"Go to hell."
"You'll be dead if I don't buy you. A thousand dollars is quite a bit of money. If I'm not pleased…" The man shrugged.
Vicki sat, thinking this over. She knew what the man said was probably true about Vic and Keith. If they got her back, they'd simply cut her throat and dump her in a ditch beside the road. Who could ever catch them for it? And what was murder to them after they'd both raped her?
Then she shuddered again. She thought that they would kill her outright. What if they didn't? What if they kept her around for a few days or even a week? They could have a hell of a lot of fun fucking her during the drive out to the coast.
Fun for them, sheer torture for her. And then they'd kill her.
"You had better suck very well, young lady, if you expect me to purchase you for such an outrageous sum."
She knew the man was right. She'd have to pleasure him better than any woman ever had. Saying nothing, she slipped to the floor in the backseat of the car and ran her fingers sensuously along his legs, stroking slowly upwards from his knees toward his crotch.
He didn't even smile at her attentions. He simply sat back and looked down at her with his more-dead-than-alive eyes. She knew then that she would have to work overtime to make sure he got off. He was as cold a man as he'd ever seen. It would take a hell of a lot of sucking to make him get his rocks off.
Yet, she was a little bit surprised to find his prick almost entirely erect when she opened his trousers. The cock came out in a semi-rigid move that made her mouth water. She'd figured the guy was some sort of a freak. Maybe he'd only have a cock a couple inches long or something. After all, he was having to buy a slave.
But this wasn't the case. His prick was nowhere near as big as Vic's ten inch pussy pleaser, but it wasn't small, either. A good seven inches could do a lot of fucking.
She pressed her lips against the acorn-like tip of his prick. Then she worked her soft, clinging lips aver the glands until she was sure he would have to moan with pleasure. When he didn't, this spurred her on to even better activity.
Her tongue swirled around the very edge of his cockhead. She traced all the rim of his glands, then began working down toward his balls. The girl's tongue missed nothing. All the way down the side of his shaft, she was licking and lightly nipping with her teeth. She was even breathing heavily so that her superheated breath would further sensitize his cock.
He didn't move a muscle, though she knew she was getting through to him. His cock was beginning to harden into a real fuck stick. The blood hammering into it had to be the result of her sucking mouth. There wasn't anything else possible.
"Keep going, Miss," he said. The words struck her as ridiculous. Here she was, giving him a blow job, and he was calling her Miss. It didn't seem right.
But she didn't laugh. She didn't care. The teenager knew how much was on the line. It was her very life she was gambling on her ability to give head.
Her tongue began teasing his balls. She pushed the hairy bag from side to side in his pants, then played with the hidden nuts. She could feel them lurching and boiling around inside in a thick stew of jism. That was her goal, to release that fiery flood of come.
But he wasn't giving her any hint if he was liking this, if he wanted her to do something else, if he was going to throw her to the pair of truckers standing with noses pressed against the car windows, watching and leering.
She worked her way back up his cock. Every single blood vessel was given a long, loving caress by her rough, pink tongue. And she paid special attention to the big blue vein on the top of his cock. She knew the underside was the most sensitive but she didn't want to miss a single square inch of his cock.
That might be her downfall, if she did.
As she sucked in the head of his prick again, she heard him say in his monotone voice, "Face fuck yourself."
The command was snapped out, icy cold. But she was willing to obey. She was willing to do anything to get away from Vic and Keith. The men were staring intently at her now, waiting for her to make a mistake. While they would be a thousand dollars richer if they sold her, she imagined they would just as soon have her to fuck all the way to the coast. A week of being a sex slave to those men would kill her – literally.
She sucked harder. And she began bobbing her head up and down on the end of the man's prick. He seemed to approve of this. His prick started dancing with obvious lust.
She tongued the hidden portion of his cock until she could feel the piss-slit expanding just a little. This was a sure sign that he was about ready to come. Redoubling her efforts, she sucked for all she was worth. Cheeks going hollow under the suction, she gave it all she had.
Tongue flying, mouth sucking, lips working sensuously along the sides of his jerking cock, she tried every trick she knew on him. She had to get him to come in her mouth nothing less would save her from a cruel fate.
She let the rubbery head of his cock bounce lightly off the roof of her mouth before she sucked his prick all the way down her throat. She had some experience in taking a man's cock all the way. While she wasn't any Linda Lovelace, she knew some of the moves.
While his prick was buried all the way down her throat, she swallowed as hard as she could. This caused her Adam's apple to bob up and down on the most sensitive portions of the man's turgid cock. She kept doing this until she felt like gagging.
Then she pulled back just enough to keep his purple-head prick inside her lips. Breathing heavily, she knew she was on the right track. The tiny bead of bitter pre-come fluid had formed at the piss-slit of his cock. She licked it away and began face fucking herself as hard as she could.
Sucking, licking, face fucking, she became nothing less than a sex machine. Her entire world vanished to one point – the man's cock. It slipped wetly in and out of her mouth. She had to get him off. If not, she might die.
Using her teeth once along the edges of his glands produced the first moan of pleasure she'd heard from him. Her teeth left ugly red marks on the fleshy sides of his cock. But she quickly laved them away, licking and caressing with her tongue.
When the marks were completely erased, she sucked even harder. She wondered how she managed to keep from pulling the man's guts out the end of his prick. It wasn't possible for her to suck harder, to do any more than she had already lone.
But it was enough. He came.
She felt the first white hot gob of his jism splatter against the back of her throat. And then she was robbed of the rest. He jerked his prick from her mouth and came in her face. She tried to avoid it but a strong hand laced through her hair and held her face directly in the path of the arching come.
"GO on, young lady, lick it off," came the command. She obeyed. She avidly licked the come dribbling from the tip of his cock, then tried slurping up the jism running slowly down her cheeks.
Mr. Valentine rolled down the window and said to Vic and Keith, "She's not worth a thousand."
The teenaged girl felt a surge of horror. She'd sucked this bastard off and he wasn't going to ransom her from her captors!
"But, sir, she's…"
"I'll give you seven-fifty. Take it or leave it."
There was a quick glance between the two truckers, then Keith said, "Sir, you got yourself a deal!"
CHAPTER SIX
Vicki sat on the edge of the seat, at rigid attention. Her back was beginning to ache but she said nothing. Those had been her orders.
She felt as if she'd been inducted into the military. The commands, snapped out, the outrageous orders to do this and do that. She was to sit perfectly still on the front two inches of the seat, eyes forward, back braced.
Still, she was able to see a bit of the countryside through which the large limousine drove. These weren't the farms she'd first thought but instead was nothing but one palatial mansion after another. Each huge house was surrounded by hundreds of acres of landscaped lawn. It would exist millions to buy one of those homes.