"K-Karen?" Ashley looked up at her rescuer from where she was cringing on the mattress, confused and frightened.
"It’s OK honey," Karen said soothingly, bending down to help the naked girl to her feet. "I’ve got you now."
The room fell silent as Karen helped the crying brunette to her feet and then led her towards the door.
"What the fuck?" It was the guy she had knocked off of Ashley. Karen looked up at him. For a moment, it seemed like he was going to go after her, but he quickly backed down. He cock still dripped sperm as it dangled, limp and wet, before him.
Karen led the trembling Ashley out through the front door and into the open air.
The door slammed shut behind them.
Sharon, along with everyone else in the room, stood in stunned silence. The only sound to be heard was a quiet slurping from where Stacy continued to suck on the cock of the guy sitting in front of her.
"Hey!" It was the guy Karen had knocked over; Hawker, or something like that. "What the fuck was that all about?" He had wrapped a towel around his waist. "We paid for two whores tonight, not just one."
Sharon felt a moment of panic as the guys in the room turned their attention towards her. She thought quickly.
"OK," she cried, "Fair enough. I’ll return half the money…" 'Karen’s share, she thought grimly. "…and the video will be free." She looked around, experiencing a tense moment. Would they go for it?
Then the silence was broken as the guy Stacy was sucking finally came, groaning loudly as he pumped his warm sperm into her rapidly convulsing throat. Another guy cheered, and then the tension broke as the guys converged on Stacy. The guy pulled his now limp cock out of her mouth, and moved away.
He was quickly replaced by another player.
Karen helped Ashley into the back seat, slid in beside her and shut the car door. She had draped her coat over the other girl’s shoulders, but, despite the warmth of the evening, the tall brunette could not stop shivering. Besides the light coat, Ashley wore only the fish-net stockings (now ripped) and the locked-on pumps. Her upper body and thighs were covered with bruises from where she had been roughly handled; her face and tits were covered with rapidly-congealing sperm.
Karen felt like crying.
The heavy teenager reached up and put her arm around the taller girl’s shoulder. To her surprise, the brunette stopped trembling and leaned into her. Ashley lay her head on Karen’s shoulder.
"H-honey… Ashley," Karen felt strangely tongue-tied. Her throat had gone dry, and she had to swallow before continuing. "I… I just want you to know that… uhm; I’m, like, s-sorry about what - what happened in… in there." A tear began to trickle down her face. "I d-didn’t mean…"
She was interrupted by the soft touch of Ashley’s finger on her cheek, brushing away the tear. She looked over at the other girl; she was so beautiful! Even through the tears and the bruises and the dried sperm. She looked so…
"Karen…"
Ashley’s voice was soft and hoarse.
"Karen…"
Stacy moaned and bucked as yet another of the football players came in her pussy. The cock in front of her had exploded in her face a few moments earlier, and she was still licking the sperm off her lips. It had been over an hour since her last orgasm, and the guys were at last beginning to slow down. She must have fucked all of them at least three times. At least, it felt like it. Her pussy had gone numb any number of fucks ago, and the members of the football team had neither the skill nor the inclination to give her clit the attention it needed to give her pleasure. As a result, she was slowly coming out of the pleasure-induced fog that had enveloped her mind earlier in the evening.
The cock slid out of her pussy, leaving her cock-free for the first time in hours. Almost immediately, she felt a hand at grab ahold of her hair and drag her painfully to her feet. Dimly, she opened her eyes to see what was happening.
It was Sharon.
Stacy winced, but didn’t offer any resistance as she was pulled across the room and forced to kneel on top of the coffee table. Her balance, always precarious on the four inch heels, failed her and she slipped backwards. Sharon, however, caught her and shoved her back upright. Quickly, she turned the blonde teenager around and positioned her so that she was leaning back on her heels with her thighs spread wide. Her sopping red cunt glistened in the light.
Sharon pulled the thermos out and handed it to the naked girl. Anxious to recapture the pleasure she had felt earlier in the evening, Stacy sucked hungrily at it, finishing what was left. She burped slightly as Sharon took back the empty thermos.
"Now listen," Sharon muttered to her. "You’re going to put on a bit of a show for the guys. They’re getting a bit worn down. Do you understand?"
Stacy felt the now-familiar rush of the alcohol and drugs. Confused, she shook her head as her well-used cunt began to tingle.
"I’m going to ask you some questions," Sharon explained, "You’re going to answer to the camera. If you don’t get them excited again, and quickly, I’ll see that this tape gets spread around a bit. Is that clear?"
Stacy choked back the tears and nodded her head. She was doing everything they told her to do; why the threats? She was a good girl!
One hand reached down and began rubbing her pussy. Sharon slapped it away.
"Not yet," she ordered. Obediently, Stacy let her hand fall limply at her side. Sharon would tell her what to do.
Sharon stepped back and surveyed the scene. The football players were all lined up against the walls, out of sight of the camera, watching Stacy as she perched on the coffee table. Perfect. The video camera had been set up to cover the shot from the front, framing Stacy directly in the screen. Now,just one more thing and they would be set up…
"Anyone ready for a blowjob?"
One of the big guys - the one who had been knocked over earlier by Karen - stepped forward. His cock jutted out in front of him, ready for action. Sharon nodded him towards Stacy and watched as he moved forward to stand in front of her. Stacy, once again trembling with lust, took the cock in her mouth and began slurping away on it. The slut’s hand wandered down to her cunt and began sliding up and down.
Sharon moved in and whispered in Stacy’s ear as she sucked.
"Two things, bitch." Stacy’s eyes rolled towards Sharon as she continued to work on the cock.
"First, you can play with yourself all you like, but don’t come until I say. Do you understand?" Stacy moaned an acknowledgement.
"Second, when this guy comes, don’t swallow. Hold it in your mouth until I say otherwise." Stacy’s eyes widened, but she once again grunted in the affirmative.
Satisfied, Sharon backed away and watched as the blonde teenager brought the guy to an orgasm and sucked his sperm into her mouth. By the time he was finished, her cheeks were bulging with the thick, white fluid.
OK. Everything was ready. Sharon hit the "record" button and began talking to Stacy as she crouched on the coffee table facing the camera, legs spread and cunt glistening.
"What’s your name?"
Stacy looked confused.
"What’s your name?" Sharon repeated, menacingly.
"S-Stacy," came the uncertain answer. "Stacy R-Richards."
A small trickle of cum dribbled out of her mouth and down her chin. The blonde slut was still playing with herself and was obviously very close to having an orgasm.
Sharon shook her head.
"What is your name?"
Understanding dawned on Stacy’s cum-encrusted face. She looked like she was about to cry.
"Cumslut," she answered quietly, trying to keep the cum in her mouth. "My name is Cumslut."