"Oh, shit," Randy grumbled. "If you ain't gonna fuck Emmylou, I sure as hell am. I don't want to see no women queerin' each other. I need some nookie, and by God I'm gonna have it."
"Gotta wait your turn, little brother. Her cherry belongs to me. Set her down. She's ready as she'll ever be."
It was madness! Somehow I wished that I were dreaming again, even that hideous dream of me and Angela and Mark. It seemed sweet by comparison with this. Luke and Randy were on the verge of raping a terrified Emmylou. It was my fault. If I hadn't kissed her, if I hadn't kissed her again, if we'd simply hustled our asses out the door and ran for help, none of this would be happening. And, now that it was, I could do nothing to prevent it. I'd already been kicked and slapped. If I tried to intervene, I would probably be killed.
My muscles froze and I didn't want to watch, but I could not make my eyelids snap shut. It was part of the general paralysis of my body. I sat where I'd been shoved, huddled on the floor, and I watched in horror as Luke and Randy stretched the trembling girl on the floor.
Luke let his pants fall and he stepped out of them. As earlier, he wore no underwear, and his rampant cock reared up as soon as the trousers dropped away. His prick looked bigger, thicker, even than the last time I'd seen it, and I died inside, knowing that he would stab Emmylou's fragile pussy with that hideous tool.
"Been waitin' a long time for this," he purred, kneeling between her widespread legs. "Take hold of it."
She was slow to obey, and he grabbed her hand, pulling it forcibly to his pecker.
"Feel how hard my cock is? Feel how big and thick! It's gonna split you to take me, but you'll be a woman when I've done with you."
The girl couldn't even speak by now. She merely hacked out a raspy sound the reminded me of death rattles. Her face was corpse-white and her eyes sealed shut. She had lovely little tits, and they were all aflutter now.
Luke jerked his dick out of her fist and he pulled himself back, dropping one hand to the floor as a brace for his body. He went into a kind of push-up position above the girl and he steered the tip of his cock towards her pink slice.
"Be easy on her," Pa suggested. "Try not to hurt her too much."
"Damn lucky if he don't kill her," Patty observed, coming in closer.
She leaned against Pa and allowed one fist to seek the dangling stalk of her father's prick. As she leaned, she began to play with it, the cock swelling by degrees.
"I remember the first time he stuck that thing in me. And I wasn't nowhere near as big as Emmylou! 'Bout time she had to chip in. Then you wouldn't have to go round draggin' in strangers and makin' trouble."
"Get yourself ready," Luke grunted. "Here comes ten inches of paradise." He looked up with a sly grin. "That's what all them whores in Saigon used to call it."
Emmylou screamed in tenor as he wormed the tip of his cock into her tight-slit. She twisted about on the floor, but Randy dropped down and held her head and shoulders. She was pinned fast now, and Luke stabbed at her cunt again.
"Aaahhhhhhhhh!!" the girl wailed.
I wanted to close my eyes and ears, but I couldn't. Today I'd drawn strength for my own ordeal by fixing my gaze upon her. Maybe I could give her the same kind of long-distance aid. It was the only help I had any chance of giving her.
She opened her eyes, and I know that she saw me. I hoped she could read the message of love and sympathy I was beaming. Luke thrust harder, and Emmylou's mouth gaped in a cry that had no sound to accompany the gesture. It was a chilling sight. I knew what she was feeling. God, how I knew! My own cunt hadn't been exactly virginal when Luke first shoved his tool into me, but the sensation had been one of hideous, unbearable pain. It must be ten times worse for Emmylou. He was her first man. He might be her last.
From where I sat, I could see the whole thing. His fat-tipped dong, battling to part the tight pink lips of Emmylou's cunt. The way her young pussy writhed and bucked away from him but all, all in vain. I saw the very point of his prick sink inside, and I heard Luke sigh in a kind of relief. The edges of his coronal rim were nearly covered by the splayed lips of her cunt, and I knew that his cock was almost inside, that only the actual penetration, the rupturing of her cherry, still awaited.
"Goddamn, but she is tight!" Luke groaned.
He arched his back, then rammed inward, and Emmylou found the voice to scream with this time. And scream she might. His dick rammed into her pussy with the force of a steam-drill and my eyes enlarged in horror as I watched her tight little cunt swallowing that ferocious organ.
He kept on shoving, cursing and moaning as he pounded his prick in, and Randy panted, too, from the effort of holding down a screaming Emmylou.
"Aaaarrrgcghhhh!!" she bellowed, but not so loudly that Patty's simpering giggle was drowned out.
Patty. She was still playing with her father's cock, and a hard-on it was indeed. Her hand stroked up and down the shaft, he was fishing inside her nightdress after titty-feels, and both of them stared avidly at the degrading spectacle in progress on the floor. Patty. She might be a woman, but to me she was merely one of the enemy.
"Oh, Goddamn it!" Luke exulted then, and his rod sank to the hilt up Emmylou's twitching pussy.
She was beyond screams now. He rocked atop her, grinding his crotch against hers, and the look of agony on her face was indescribable. Why had I ever persuaded her to help me escape? Why hadn't I accepted my fate and awaited the eventual murder that would still be my ending? Nothing had changed because of my escape attempt. Nothing, except that I'd gotten Emmylou into trouble and she was now being punished horribly.
Randy unzipped his pants and hauled out his tool. He rubbed Emmylou's face with the tip. "Suck on me," he said to the girl. "Suck me while ole Luke de-cherries you."
Again he ran his rod across her lips, but she seemed uninterested in sucking, and after a moment he pulled away.
Luke extracted part of his cock for another stroke, and I saw that his shaft was red with Emmylou's virgin blood. A thin stream of it was seeping from the splayed lips of her cunt. Oh, God, no wonder she'd screamed!
"She's done de-cherried," he told his brother. "You can thank me for doin' your dirty work, little brother."
"All I want's the hole," Randy chuckled. "You can have the blood. How is she? Good as Patty? Good as what's her name over there?"
It struck me that none of them, except Emmylou, even knew my name. I wasn't Marilyn Bergman, human being, as far as they were concerned. I was only a piece of ass that could be enjoyed without moral involvement.
And they were turning little Emmylou into the very same. Rage boiled in my blood, but I couldn't think of anything to do. Nothing that wasn't suicidal, at least! If I attacked them, it was three to one (discounting Patty), and I couldn't win against those odds. If I could have, I wouldn't have been here in the first place.
"Not too hard, Patty," Pa Tolliver said in a chiding tone. "I wanta save some of that for Emmylou. She's been a bad girl and she has to pay the price of transgressin'."
His cock was red and rigid now, sticking straight out the fly of his shorts, and I saw Patty slow down the caresses of her hand. Pa stroked her swollen pregnant belly and she began to purr kittenishly.
"Gets you all wet an' sticky, bein' touched on the oven, don't it, honey?" Pa said proudly.
"Damn right it does," Patty replied. "I can hardly wait till I've emptied out and can get back to fuckin'. Sometimes I miss it so much I can taste it."