Ginny knew no pleasure. She was helpless, shamed, and her body ached as if it were infested with demons of the damned. She lay with her face sideways against the bedcover, enduring the unbelievable abuse at her helpless genitals with silent tears. All of her life she had given herself and had been taken by men, but never had she felt more naked, more debased, and so defenseless. Her crotch was one great open gap and his massive, violent prick was racing into it like some pistoning bludgeon being driven by super force. She was being hopelessly destroyed.
Her lips opened and closed in agony. Occasionally, she tried to flatten her hips or draw her buttocks in to lessen the pain of her rectum, but this only tightened her vagina, increasing the torture of his ruthless entry. And then, suddenly, there were fingers at her lips, opening her mouth, and a rubbery, stiff, hot object being rubbed around her there. She opened her eyes and saw it… a prick long and thin… Poulette's lead-hard rod, and he was lying along side her, pushing the vile thing into her mouth. She tried to resist, twist her head and squirm away, nauseated with the mere thought, but he grabbed at her nose, pinching it between thumb and forefinger until she gasped for breath, then the thin pole of flesh rammed in, crushing through her moist, red lips, between her even, white teeth and into the warm saliva of her mouth. She felt it on her tongue, no longer like a thin instrument, but a huge, blunt, hot cudgel, absorbing her complete attention momentarily from the never-ending battering of her vagina and the turgid head that was crashing against her cervix, causing her to jerk forward from the agony.
"Suck it, you cunt!" Poulette hissed between his teeth. "And suck it with feeling or I'll slit your fucking throat!"
Ginny felt his hips begin to rotate in toward her and his long cock to slide in and out of her mouth, never quite withdrawing, always leaving an inch or two beyond her lips in the warm, wet sanctuary of her mouth. He had grasped both sides of her head vise-like between his thin, strong hands and was holding it firm. Abruptly, he began to saw into her face with viciousness, causing her to gag as he plunged it half-way down her throat, its full length near-disappearing between her wide-stretched, ovalled lips to the hilt. Suddenly, his balls slapped harshly against her chin, the wiry black hair covering them tickling like the brush of a feather. She struggled for breath, catching small lungfuls of air on his outstroke.
She closed her eyes. Saliva filled her mouth and once or twice she coughed and spluttered, but then she grew accustomed to the asphyxiating entry and let it move in and out with rapidly increasing vigor, racing at a faster pace than its cohort gouging her cunt.
Axel suddenly realized that he was going to cum. He squeezed and kneaded the soft, white flesh of her thighs and buttocks fiendishly, thrusting with demoniacal fury, sensing his approaching orgasm growing in its intensity, until there was a heavy weight of blood hanging on the knob of his aching prick. He gaped at her tender lips clasping around the expanding, whitening cock of Poulette, who was writhing his own hips frantically as he fucked into her face. She was sucking and licking him now with subservient compliance, completely resolved to her task, as if she was working to end it.
Ginny was praying for it to reach a conclusion. The cock in her mouth was slimy with her saliva, and momentarily the moisture was thicker and the taste more pungent. She felt his loins pound against her face, tensing now in growing, trembling movements. His hands gripped her cheeks and then her hair, and he seemed to be trying to shove his prick down her throat to meet the other racing up into her cunt. Oh God… Oh God! she groaned inwardly, as they buffeted her back and forth like some lifeless mannequin between them, using her helpless, defenseless body as some great receptacle into which they'd pump their lewd, lascivious sperm. She felt hardly human any longer, for it seemed that the debased ravaging of her body had been going on for a never-ending eternity.
Poulette gasped, once, twice, a third time, then crushed his hips into her face so that she was suffocated and fought for breath, and even as she struggled, her mouth was flooded, his jerking cock gushing forth thick streams of creamy, piquant liquid into her throat, her cheeks bloating and contracting as she swallowed to keep from choking on the great continual spurts spewing from it, while immediately it began to lose its size and weight and his loins fell away, allowing her to breathe again. She opened her mouth to spit out some of the seething sperm clinging to her tongue and the roof of her mouth, but the opportunity was short lived. McShea had hauled Poulette from the bed and dropped his own big frame in his place. Before she could twist away or close her mouth again, his long, thick foreskinned prick crashed between her lips and she groaned in bitter anguish as she realized the vile degradation was about to be repeated. Again… and then, perhaps… again after that…
Numbly, she became aware once more of the filling of her cunt from behind, the pummeling rod of flesh that was pounding into her belly untiringly, and that was as broad and deep as her loins. There was no erotic feeling… nothing except the pained frictioned scraping of his cock as it grated against her cuntal walls. He was almost to the point of orgasm; she could hear him panting and grunting, his brutal stroke always increasing… faster, faster… harder, harder… and he expanded her thighs so wide with his knees that she was almost forced down flat on the bed, with her hips and pelvis afire with their ache at the inhuman stretching.
He gasped and cursed while at the same time, McShea's heavy cock was poling into her mouth to her tonsils, then, she felt him thrust into her so hard from behind that she cried out around the choking, blood-engorged head of the prick in her mouth, and he began to jerk convulsively against her ass as his shaft began shooting its thick, hot load deep up into her painfully burning cuntal passage; at last, he, too, was falling back away from her, allowing a cool rush of air to brush against and soothe her tortured cunt. But it was a brief respite, for as he crawled away she could feel another taking his place. Frantically, she twisted her neck and looked up and back to see Poulette mounting her, his thin, powerful hands tearing brutally at her round, white ass-cheeks, his finger gouging at her tender, puckered little anus. My God, he had another erection!
"Round robin, baby," Poulette hissed down at her between his teeth. "And it'll go on and on like this for hours, eh? Suck and fuck… until your belly's filled so full a cum you'll drowned in it… the time of your life, oui Cheri… the very last time…"
McShea chuckled lewdly as he clenched her cheeks and rammed his thick cock into her throat. "Suck it, you whore! Suck it!"
Ginny could barely think any longer; her agony had reached almost beyond human endurance. Her brain whirled and panic filled her… then, suddenly, excruciating pain, as Poulette's re-hardened cock charged right up her tightly resisting rectum in one barbaric thrust.
Oh God… Oh God… Oh God! It was the end for her… the bitter deplorable end… and there was no one in the world to help her… no one who cared a damn what happened to her… Oh God… have mercy on me…!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Three days following the discovery of Ginny Novak's body in the Saint Lawrence River, Antoine Poirier was brought to trial for extortion, found guilty, and sentenced to ten years in prison. Throughout the horrible ordeal, Madeleine remained secluded, appearing only at the court hearings and always in the company of Gaston Larreau and his battery of attorneys. But there was hardly any escaping the newsmen who swarmed the court daily and badgered her at every opportunity; it was front-page scandal for weeks inasmuch as the nefarious Canadian crime czar was involved, as well as his nephew, along with the untimely death of the powerful underworld lord's mistress.