Two of the men staggered into the kitchen and roared their approval, half drunk on wine. Jack muttered something, then reached around and turned a little black dial. In an instant a small blue flame shot up from the center of the grating, singeing her eyebrows and hair.
"Ahhhh, no!" Rhonda panicked, her eyes rounding while she bucked and thrashed. Fire! Flames in her face! He would disfigure her for life! Her dress tore against the oven door while her feet slipped from her black high heels. Jack pushed her up a little more, shoving her face closer to the steady blue flame. Rhonda could hear crackling, could smell the sharp aroma of burning hair.
"Now, you get me, bitch? You try anything I don't allow, and I'm gonna burn your fuckin' face off, get it?"
Rhonda slumped weakly against the top of the stove, a sign she had surrendered. Jack grinned, pulling her up slowly from the burner and shutting off the flame. His fingers slid up the back of her straight black dress, toying with the zipper tab before pulling it down with a ripping sound. Rhonda stiffened, fighting back as she felt her garment slackening around her shoulders.
"Goddamned feisty slut!" he growled, slapping her hard across the face. Rhonda screamed, her head jerking to the left from the force of the blow. She backed away from him, rubbing her flushed cheek, still feeling the hot sting of the blow. Some of the men laughed at her, one of them grabbing hold of her dress and tearing it down.
The woman screamed again, clutching wildly at the frayed ends of her dress, holding it tightly against her body. She was terrified, realizing her situation was completely out of control. Hands stretched out, grabbing at her, pinching her, tearing her dress even more until she had nothing but a tattered rag gathered in her fingers.
"Man, she's got one fuckin' good body," a tall blond man said, slapping Rhonda hard across her ass. There was more laughter as the man watched her ass and tits jiggle, her gaze roving around wildly, searching for some escape path. The tall blond guy took a beer from his buddy and spilled it on himself, wiping his face with the back of one hand and laughing all the harder at his own carelessness.
"Hey, man, you're really sloppy tonight. Must be all that fuckin' booze you've been mixing. Hey, you, clean him up," Jack said, shoving Rhonda toward the blond.
She stared at the big man with disgust, her eyes taking in his stringy hair, his dirty Levi's. He looked as if he'd crawled all the way to Los Angeles from Oklahoma. She backed away, drawing one hand over her face, feeling terribly naked in front of all these men. Her dress fell from her hand.
"No, I… uh!"
Jack backhanded her, his knuckles crashing hard against her chin. Rhonda's head whipped to one side, her hair splashing over her face while her knees buckled. For a moment, she thought she would black out. But something kept her conscious as she staggered around. Hands reached up and cupped her asscheeks, squeezing and kneading the white flesh through her pink panties until Rhonda screamed from the pinching pain. She nearly pissed on herself from the growing terror, and someone else slapped her hard on her ass.
Across the street the salsa music grew louder.
They must be used to this, she thought, guessing she would get no help from the neighbors. Steadying herself, Rhonda straightened herself and slapped back at the grabbing, offending hands.
While she was fending off a fat redheaded man trying to pull her bra down from her tits, Jack moved up behind her, his hands pressing down on her narrow shoulders. She felt her knees buckling again, this time from the force of his hands. She bent her knees, sobbing softly as she sank down to the filthy carpet. There were disgusting stains all around her, stains she would rather not think about.
The blond stud came up to her, swaying drunkenly, still holding a can of Mexican beer in his hand. He was starting to bend the aluminum with his fingers, looking down at her and licking his lips. She was terrified of what he would do to her. They were all drunk, out of their minds. Jack was guiding them. But they could all swing out of orbit and hurt her. The blond dropped one hand down to her neck and tightened his fingers around it, drawing her hard against his bony thigh.
"That's it, Gus. You gotta show the slut who's the boss. She likes that, anyway. That's why the fuck she's here right now. And that's why," Jack said, tearing open the top of another beer can and holding it in one hand, "she's gonna keep comin' back."
"Lick it real good, or I'm gonna have you suck my cock right now," the blond said.
The threat was enough. Swallowing her pride, Rhonda leaned forward, sticking out her tongue and starting to lick at the stained denim material. She could taste the pungent flavor of spilled beer right away, her lips flattening against his jeans while the big man watched stupidly, then tilted back his head and finished gulping his beer. "Over here," he slurred, pulling her hair until she moved her mouth around his cock-bulge.
The other men chortled, knowing what was on his mind. Rhonda burned with shame, afraid to move her tongue again, then sliding it back and forth when she felt him starting to yank on her hair. She knew she was turning him on. She could feel the heat of his cock-bulge growing more and more intense, warming her lips as she soaked down the faded blue material with more of her spit.
"Oh yeah, man!" Gus said, closing his eyes and licking his lips. He swayed dangerously from right to left. "Man, I can already feel them lips curlin' around my of prick and suckin' it down till I choke her with my cum."
Rhonda stopped, wanting to rise from the carpeting. Hadn't he had enough? What more did he want? She had cleaned his filthy jeans more than well enough. And then, to emphasize his point, Gus reached down and grabbed her hair, pulling and yanking on it until he had Rhonda shouting with pain. She flattened her palms against his thighs, wildly trying to pull away from him. But he showed surprising resistance for a man so drunk, holding her, moving her head around until he was rubbing her mouth against his fly again. He was nearly tearing her ears off with his fingers, his body trembling as if he were on the brink of climaxing. Gus stopped hunching, pushing her back violently and bringing one foot down against her throat. He reached back, pulling out a switchblade knife and pressing a small silver button in the center of the pearl handle. Rhonda froze! A four-inch blade snapped straight, the blue-silver steel glistening in the light.
She let out a fart of terror, the men laughing at her as she squirmed against the floor.
Gus bent down, grinning, his lips parting to show a crooked set of yellowed teeth.
"Now, little missy's gonna be real free to show us what the fuck she's got under them panties," he said, flashing the blade menacingly in front of her and bringing it down slowly to her throat. "Jack's not gonna be the only one around here who had a taste of her pussy."
He pressed the flat of the blade against her nose, twisting it around and bringing down the tip past her nostrils, down over her throat, the pointed tip leaving a long trail of white on her flesh. He was barely cutting her, listening to her breathing catch, watching as her flesh quivered with the cold, sharp touch.
Rhonda finally felt the terrible thing come to a stop at her breastbone. Gus was breathing heavily, his prick poking against the front of his Levi's as he slipped the knife between her bra cups and cut the narrow band.
"Man, nice tits, nice…"
Rhonda let out a whimpering scream, feeling her bra fall from her tits.
Gus licked his lips again, bringing the flat of the blade against one nipple and watching it stiffen until it was nearly a half-inch long. He began grinning even more, poking the other nipple with the tip of his knife until it too was thick and stiff. The other men were watching closely, rubbing their cock-bulges slowly, watching as Rhonda squirmed uncomfortably on the floor. Gus backed away, bringing the knife down, down past her navel, scraping her flesh painfully until he started slicing at her panties.