"Fuck off!" she replied bravely.
Sssswheee. The aerial sliced through the air and whipped across the taut backside, making the girl leap skywards. The light dress and G-string afforded no protection.
"You can take it right off now," Jack told her.
"Piss off."
The second and third stroke landed almost simultaneously, one from each man. Pain screamed across the young girl's bottom and no amount of frantic rubbing would make it go away.
"Strip."
Cora gripped the hem of her dress and began lifting it slowly.
"I bet you love this don't you?" she said, tears welling. "Stripping young girls."
Both men smiled up at her.
"You bet your fucking life we do," they answered in unison.
The electric orange dress rose, revealing three thin red stripes on the cheeks of Cora's bottom. She lifted the garment over her short black hair and dropped it on the floor.
"No bra either," said H, admiring her well toned flesh. "Little G-string, bouncy titties. You were right up for it, you dirty bitch." He leant forward and slipped the tip of the aerial inside the front of the G-string, easing the material away from her body. Her clean shaven split made him gasp with delight.
"You really are full of surprises," he told her, rising from his seat. Her defiance, her well shaped tits and smooth slat had aroused him to the point of no return. Standing in knee length boots and minuscule knickers, her skin like alabaster, she epitomised youthful health and vitality. He, and now Jack who had also risen from his seat, could hold back no longer.
"Get over on the seat," said H, unbuckling his belt. "I'm going to give you what you've been asking for."
The girl turned quietly towards the place they'd indicated then suddenly broke into a run, cleared the seat with one leap and sprinted for the doors.
"Run Cora!" screamed Tania, seeing her friend's break for freedom. "Run!"
The men made no attempt at a chase. Instead they removed their trousers, watching the girl frantically tugging at the old green doors. It was a game they often played, letting the girls try to escape before bringing them back to face their future.
When they were ready, Jack went to her right and H to the left. She saw them coming and began tugging violently at the doors, kicking and cursing them. The men were in no hurry, they had fastened the doors carefully and knew there was no way out. Cora had realised that too. She stood with her back against the door, hand outstretched.
"Please," she begged. "Not me! Not me!"
H grabbed her just as she made to get away. Picking her up from behind he carried her back to the circle and pushed her down on her hands and knees.
"I don't want to," she cried as the black man pushed her forwards, her face and shoulders pressing into the old car seat. Despairingly, Tania pleaded too, but it wasn't going to help her friend. The flimsy G-string was pulled from her body, making way for the fat black cock that was probing along those gorgeous thighs.
"No!" she begged. "Not me… ahh!" She felt the tip nudging at her entrance, seeking her out. "Ahh! No!" Already it felt massive, squeezing its way inside. Fat and bullying. Soon she was impaled, run through with solid cock. Thumping cock, out and in, thumping, thumping, thumping.
Against the wall Tania pleaded once more for them to let her friend go. To stop what they were doing. "Just stop such dirty things and leave us be."
As she called out support to the rudely fucked Cora, Jack came across. She looked at her friend, a thick black cock driving in and out of her, then looked at Jack, Cora's bottom juddering against the heavy pounding meted by the black man's hips, then looked at Jack. She noted the lust in his eyes, sensed the unquenchable desire in his body, then saw the angry red prick against his belly, solid and upright and desperate for release.
He marched across, stopped square in front of her and wrenched up her dress.
"I won't struggle," whimpered the terrified Tania. "Just don't hurt me. I'll do anything you say."
Jack pulled the dress higher and pushed the material into her mouth.
"Bite it!"
She did as he said, keeping the garment out of his way while he ripped the pretty panties away. When he had finished with them he pushed her bra over her tiny tits then took hold of the back of her knees. Getting between her thighs he lifted her legs and thrust his prick inside the still tethered body.
Her hands tied to the hook in the wall, her dress in her mouth, legs off the floor, Jack began his urgent thrusts, building rapidly into a frantic almost frenzied fuck, his hands kneading the tiny mounds that were her breasts.
For the next hour Susan watched the video as Jack and Hell Raiser took it in turns with the two women. Occasionally they would have two on one girl and sometimes, in the way of a change, they would make the girls have sex with each other. One on her back, the other, arse in the air, licking the spunk from her friends well soiled hole, or if one of the men felt inclined, holes. When it was all clean, they were changed around. The licked becoming the licker. Afterwards, the girls were led back to the pit wearing only their knee length boots, both with sore twats, and Tania sporting a very red bottom after H had carried out his promise and tanned it good and hard with his belt while the unfortunate girl was tied face first against the wall.
Susan remained oddly detached from the young girls' predicament. She had been placed on too many different cocks to get sentimental over two girls simply being put through their paces by two Drivers. No, she had been fucked by Jack, and no doubt later she would be by H, she had been fucked by Lincoln, had the skin almost leathered off her arse by Bingo and been fucked by half the bikers in Yorkshire. When Tania and Cora had been ridden as hard and as often as that, then, maybe, only then, she might feel sorry for them. They had a lot to learn.
The tape came to an end and began rewinding automatically. As she waited for it to finish Susan wandered over to the fridge in search of some food. Expecting to find it empty she was amazed at what was in there. Not only had he left various yoghurts and sandwiches, but bottles of ice cold Budweiser filled one complete shelf. She took one back to the settee and chose another video. As she expected it was another tape of H and his mates fucking various women. She watched a few minutes before stopping the tape and trying another. By and large they were all the same, so it wouldn't be long before she found herself in a remake of Deep Throat or Indecent Proposal. Though in her version, she suspected Robert Redford would get his end away for a lot less than a million dollars.
With only Hell Raisers' constantly pounding hips for company Susan found the beer a great comfort. By mid-afternoon she'd got through several bottles and was sitting on the toilet watching another video of him fucking a middle aged woman in his cab, when he entered the room.
"Don't get up," he joked, going to the fridge and taking a Bud for himself.
Despite the beer she felt quite nervous. After watching him screwing dozens of different girls all afternoon she knew there was nothing he wouldn't do to her. All she could do was rely on her wits and be prepared to do his bidding. As she had told herself earlier when watching Tania and friend, you may as well do it the first time, as be made to do it after a leathering.
Her pee finished she rose and pulled up the thong he had told her to wear, thankful she had left the underwear on, even though it was very tight.
"Come here," he said, in a quiet firm tone. "Enjoy yourself?"
"Yes," said Susan. "Very much. And thanks for the food and the beer."
He motioned for her to turn around so he could undo the belt that connected her to the loop in the floor.
"I always look after my girls. As long as they are good, they've got nothing to worry about. Let me look at you."
She did as he said, remaining in front of him so he could examine her body.
"Your make-up needs fixing," he told her. "Go and do it."