Tina moaned against his cock, the vibrations sending the big man over the edge. Tina felt the first spurt of jizz blast into her mouth, nearly tearing off the back of her skull. Driven nearly mad by her own lust, Tina bobbed up and down on the steel dildo harder and deeper, loving the sensations it made in her cunt. She moaned neatly as loudly as Bart, squealing, her hips going wild.
She bounced up and down, her movements making the stool squeak against the floor. And then her climax came, exploding like a bomb as she quivered there in the pillory. She felt the wild delight shooting through her. She bobbed harder, gobbling up Bart's shooting cockmeat. She swallowed, gasped, then swallowed some more, her belly filling with Bart's thick rich bubbling cream.
Soon the room was quiet except for the heavy panting of the two of them. As Tina started to come down from her tense high, her gut cramped again. She squeezed her ass muscles around the nozzle, feeling the pleasure fade away as the reality of her situation struck her.
Bart pulled back, jerking up his trousers, then moving around and shutting off the beer. He yanked the nozzle from her ass, and a rush of hot alcohol spewed from Tina's stretched shiner.
"Remember, you're gonna bring me some fresh meat, okay?" Bart asked, pulling up the stocks and dragging the teen out.
Tina thought about those awful pictures he'd taken. She nodded her head sadly, wondering how on earth she would ever get away from the horrible man.
CHAPTER FOUR
One week, and her mother still wouldn't let her go out.
Word had gotten out that Tina and Kathy had been partying in disreputable places and her wings had been clipped.
Tina hadn't heard a word from Bart. He had forced her phone number from her, but he hadn't called. Her mother had been grim-faced around her, keeping conversation at a minimum and refusing to hear any excuses from her. Tina was miserable. She shuffled around the house and actually found her homework a blessing.
All that fucking! All that cocksucking! She remembered the way he had stripped her and thrown her onto those cunt-splitting instruments that made her feel so deliciously naughty and good.
On the evening of the seventh day, Tina was lying en her tummy in bed, her legs crossed behind her as she squinted at the various geometrical figures in her math book. The phone rang. Thinking, it was Kathy, Tina answered.
"I'm gonna come and see you," Bart said. "I've been waitin' to hear from you. Don't forget, I've got those fuckin' pictures. You want 'em on campus?"
Tina felt as if someone had pushed an electric dildo up her cunt again. She uncrossed her legs, wheeling around on the bed and sitting up on the edge.
"You can't come to see me!" she gasped.
"I'm gonna do all those nice things to your body. I'm gonna strip you, baby, then start biting those nipples. You like that. You liked it before, the way I was chewing on them nubs while I fingered your cunt."
Tina flushed. She was starting to feel worked up between her thighs.
"Don't? Don't call here. Please, my mother my mother might hear and and I don't know what I'd do," she stammered.
"Bring her along! I'd like to fuck both of you! She'd probably look real nice hanging from the ceiling with a whip shoved up her ass!"
Tina flinched. Somehow his talking about her mother that way seemed terribly wrong. But he went on about her, repeating all the things he had done to her and what he was going to do now.
Biting her pouty lower lip and repressing a moan, Tina wriggled off her blue shorts, lying back on the pillow and starting to touch herself. In a moment, she was pushing back the sloppy folds of her cunt and pressing one fingertip against her dripping clit.
Tina sucked in a ragged breath, her thighs spread, her knees raised as she pictured Bart jerking his cock while talking to her.
"Man, I'm gonna fuck you fuck you better than that damned dildo did! When I get through with you, bitch, there won't be a fuckin' virgin pore in your body! You're gonna beg me for more! You're gonna beg me to put in my cock!"
"No, please, hangup! I'll call back later! My mother"
"Fuck your mother! You're gonna come over here right now tonight, or I'll send those pictures to your old lady and your school! I've got four, baby. They'll blow those old fuckin' minds, understand?"
Tina sobbed, the tears welling up in her eyes as she pushed one finger through her soppy cunthole and felt the muscles milk down on it gently.
"And one more thing. You bring that little Kathy along! I liked the way she looked! You know, I can get into that little bitch real nice!"
"But… but…"
"You heard me," Bart said, his voice threatening.
Tina felt her cunt edging up to climax as he kept talking dirty to her. Her pussy was feverish and swollen. She bobbed her ass around in circles as her fingers brought her closer and closer to the hot rush of excitement. She was coming. Her calves cramped while she dug her heels frantically against the bed.
Tina groaned just as Bart talked about fucking her in the ass. She beard his voice, but it seemed to be coming from a tunnel. Arching her back, she jerked her ass from the bed, pushing her finger deep into her tight, soppy pussy. She could feel the cuntjuice oozing down her thighs and ass. "And you remember, baby, you come over soon! I've got some real nasty surprises for you if you don't!"
Tina wanted to protest, but couldn't. She knew that it would be futile. Bart had made up his mind, and had threatened to use the awful pictures to get his way. Her voice had been paralyzed by her climax, a climax so hot it had taken her breath away.
Hesitating only for a moment, Kathy rolled over, picked up the phone, and started dialing Kathy's number. She would be creative. She had to be. Bart was sitting there waiting for them.
Kathy was home, and believed Tina that there were some neat guys who wanted to party that night. The perky brunette agreed to pick up Tina on the corner of her street.
Slipping away from the house was easier than the girl had thought it would be. Her mother appeared to have fallen asleep in front of the television. Her heart was beating fast as she slipped down the curving stairs, past the TV room, then out through the kitchen.
Vague images of Bart were floating through Tina's head, images intensified by the joy that had blasted convulsingly through her cunt earlier. She was trembling, feeling tingly and excited. She wondered why. She was going to a man who had abused her. But something else had happened with him, something that drew Tina to the big stud like a moth to a flame. She felt hungry for his body. She didn't really know how to interpret the trickly, weird sensations between her legs.
Tina laughed, slipping through the kitchen doorway. All she could think of was the way her nipples were pushing out against her halter.
Tina could hardly breathe as she tiptoed through the back yard toward the corner. There in the dark she could see Kathy's car. Her heart felt heavy, and she could hardly swallow. Kathy was in there, opening the door for her.
As Kathy's car sped away, another followed, keeping a good distance behind but staying on their tail. Behind the wheel was Francine Mathis. She had suspected something was happening, something involving Kathy. She thought her daughter was being ruined by Kathy. The filthy call she'd listened in on had confirmed her worst fears. She would have prevented Tina from making one move, but she thought she would catch them all in their little filthy nest, expose them all and drag Tina back home where she belonged!
Francine turned the corner, drawing back a little farther and letting Kathy's car speed ahead. She would give them time, then spring on them. Biting her lower lip and gripping the steering wheel, Francine wondered where on earth she'd gone wrong.