Amy Screamed.
The sound roared in her ears, but it couldn't drown out the rough nipping Andy performed on her breasts, his hands cupping and squeezing her until heat seemed to pour from her large, swollen...strangely aching breats. Andy giggled, the sound sliding through the flesh of her breasts, and suddenly she was out of breath, struggling with the last of her wine-reduced strength against Kyle's iron grip of her wrists.
She felt Kyle lift her up and sit behind her, then she was sprawled back, legs around Slim's body, buttocks in Slim's hands. Her arms and upper body now cushioned by Kyle, she felt herself sliding out of her body. I'm being raped, she thought, but it didn't seem to be happening to her. No, it must be someone else's wrist who was chafing against Kyle's silver metal watch... someone else's body who was being squeezed and nibbled by Andy's hot, wet mouth... someone elses... vagina... being... she closed her eyes, hoping it would stop being real, but the wine and the press of the men's hands sent her into a spin and she jerked her eyes open, jerking them down to slim's tousled hair as he let out a slurp.
Slim looked up, face shiny with his saliva and sticky with her own juices...he smiled at her. "That's better Sweety...we don't hurt pretty girls, this doesn't hurt, does it?" Then he laughed, and Amy realized she'd stopped screaming, was now watching, hypnotized, at the man who now splayed her sacred private place and stretched his warm, hard tongue inside of her. A sound rose in her throat and she fought to keep it from her lips.
"Slim, c'mon, rotate, huh?" Andy's voice was slurred, and Amy wondered why, until she realized he was still suckling her nipples. Her whole body felt like one warm throb now... she credited the fact that it didn't feel that bad to shock, nothing else.
Slim took his eyes off Amy's, looking angrily at Andy's face, then sighed. He took his hands out from under Amy's bottom and patted her on her belly. "You are pretty sweet to keep to myself, sugar," he said lovingly, and stepped over her spread legs to pour more wine. Amy looked down at her legs, willing them to close. They would not respond... even more frightening, Amy found that she was craving the wave Slim's tongue had sent spilling through her body, and was now beginning to ebb.
"ss-Stop," she murmured, then bit her lip. "Please," she moaned, and Andy looked up into her face.
"Please what?" he asked, sliding a hand from one bruised breast to the almost transparent hair crowning the part of her legs. His palm pressed there, and Amy's head fell back, mouth open in a gasp. NO, her mind cried, nonono....but her mouth only moaned against Kyles as it opened to press his tongue inside hers.
"You need more of this, Amy," Slim whispered near her ear, then something cool splashed across her breasts. The wine. Kyle pulled her hair back, and an anonymous hand pinched her right nipple harshly. She writhed. When the hand retreated, she writhed some more, until an unknown piece of flesh began to slap against her burning areoala. What is that? Any wondered, listening to the rythmic, hypnotic slapping of the flesh...feeling it become harder againt her breast. Harder and harder until she realized -- she began to scream again, her sounds just a trilling from inside the closed environment of her and Kyle's mouths. Even to Amy's ears, the sound she made was... eager.
Finally her screams fell away, and she stopped even recoiling her tongue to the back of her mouth when she began to gag. Then she heard Andy whisper, giggle, and lick her upper thigh before snaking his tongue insider her. Aahhhhhh....she closed her eyes for long moments, appreciating the sounds Andy made as he sucked. Kyle continued to do things she'd never thought of with his toungue and her breasts, alternately licking her lips and tugging her nipples hard enough to make the whole breast shake in painful...moving ways.
Then the sounds between her legs stopped. She couldn't feel any discrete thing, only one large wave she fought against enjoying, but she opened the eyes to see what came next. The sounds started again, off to the side, and what she saw horrified her more than her rape.
Slim, her good catholic captor, was naked from the waist down. Andy's fingers still probed her - now that she thought about it she could feel her whole body move with his thrusting fingers (three of them?). But his mouth now blew against the tip of Slim's... Amy shook her head in revulsion, as a drop of something spread from Slim's giant part to Andy's mouth.
Andy smiled at her. "I think we scared the good little virgin, Slim."
Slim was rubbing one hand in Andy's hair, the other squeezed himself, and there was still more of him beyond the length of his big fist. Andy slid his lips over the purple head, slurping as his lips tightened and reached to Slim's thumb.
Slim gasped, sipped more of the wine from the bottle then sprayed the last of it over Amy's horrified face, tingling nipples and numb lower body. "Maybe you'd like to do this instead, hm?"
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