Chapter 28

Okay, it wasn't a foot -- it just felt like it. Slowly, Gina obtained perspective as exhaustion replaced terror. She got better -- or at least SOMEBODY squirted cum all over her face and chest. Mostly, though, they griped and complained about how fucking awful a cocksucker she was. At some point, someone decided that maybe she should get fucked in the ass -- and proceeded to play with her asshole. She yelped and hopped around and ducked -- and got an open-handed slap for it! "Suck, dammit! If you learn to suck, maybe we won't go looking for a hole that knows what it's supposed to be doing!"

After a bit, somebody suggested that maybe if she got happy, she would suck better. Somebody started playing with her nipples and someone stuck a hand in her pubic bush. "Spread your legs, you silly bitch!" Gina didn't argue.

Amazingly, she got wet. There were fingers rubbing her pussy and a finger playing with her asshole - not going deep, just rimming it and popping in when it traitorously popped open - and she got wet and her nipples burned and itched in those anonymous fingers and the cocks in her hands and mouth stopped being clubs to beat her with and started being something marvelous. Somewhere down the line, they backed off and stopped trying to ram her tonsils down her throat - maybe because she was sucking and slavering and doing literally everything she could to make them happy. Somewhere along the line, she started enjoying it - the smell, the taste, the texture - the exquisite joy of listening to the owner of her current instrument moan in pleasure. They got quiet and stopped making nasty comments about how awful she was doing and started gasping and panting and playing with her hair. Eyes closed, she moved from cock to cock by feel - it made it easier TO feel...

She was making love to an octopus; tentacles rubbed her nipples and poked at her asshole and rubbed her pussy lips and her clit. Somebody groaned and the cock in her mouth pulsed and flooded her with cum - and her belly fluttered and fireworks went off and fluid oozed from her as her pussy pulsed and her asshole clenched around a finger; she swallowed automatically, not even thinking about it.

Amy and Toby were working almost constantly in the background, using their powers and influence in complementary roles; Toby reminded the guys that it was okay to punish Gina for her past trespasses, but it wasn't okay to traumatize her, while mentally buffering her from that selfsame trauma, riding her masochistic streak to help her accept her treatment - and Amy put mental limits on the boys' ferocity.

The players changed; Gina, her eyes closed, didn't notice. Damian dumped on her face and chest, but it was Ray who unloaded in her mouth, and Frank who played with her sphincter and one breast. Gina was for sale; each of the boys groped her at one point or another. None of the black males wanted her - all but Isaiah already their hands full, and she just wasn't Isaiah's type. Frank passed, instinctively certain that she couldn't handle his shit. Pete Franklin and Ray passed because club girl or not, she was too hot to hold onto. For Mark, that was part of it, but he really didn't see himself satisfying her based on how she was responding. Chuck was burnt on hot-looking chicks, anyway.

That more or less left Ben. It was Ben's fingers on her vulva that kept Gina hot, and his other hand keeping her left nipple erect. Ben and Gina had history, anyway; They'd been in a group that played medieval games of chivalry in fourth grade - games where Ben referred to Gina as 'Princess.' The games had been fun, but Ben had been a 'boy' (a term that was only properly pronounced while wrinkling your nose in disgust), so they drifted in different directions. Baseball and later football took the place of juvenile games with silly girls (all girls were silly girls during that period) for Ben before the pendulum swung back for both of them and 'boys' no longer rated disgust and girls were no longer silly - and each felt that they'd had something once, but because the other didn't seem to have any interest, it was an affair dead before they had even realized there was one.

Tonight, however, changed things. Gina had offered herself - and when the bidding in the silent auction came around to Ben, he nodded. Yeah, he would take Gina - especially now that they'd rubbed her nose in the dirt. He would keep a thumb on her, too, if that's what was necessary...

When Ray disengaged from Gina after emptying himself in her mouth, it was time to move on - particularly due to Gina's reaction. Damian - who had taken the lead in controlling and taunting her - nodded to Frank - who had turned out to be an able tag-team partner - and waved instructions. Frank and Ben lowered Gina onto her back on the mat while she was disoriented from her orgasm. Damian gestured for Ben to position himself, then got in Gina's face so she would continue to be distracted. Frank leaned up and whispered in Ben's ear, "Let Damian fuck with her head some more and play along, then go ahead and do her when we back off." Ben nodded.

Damian leaned in and oozed, "You got a cum, there, didn't you? Yeah, you're a slut all right. I think you're ready for a great big dick, don't you? Make your momma and daddy proud, riding a big dick..." Damian gestured for Ben to rub his cock along Gina's weeping gash. "You feel that, Missy? What do you think that is, huh? Tell me what it is..."

"It's a big black dick," Gina husked.

Damian grinned. He hadn't said 'black', but the purpose of the exercise had been to use the whole 'slut for black cock' thing as a multiplier for her humiliation. Now, to keep things going, he rubbed his erection on her cheek, leaving a trail of pre-cum to mix with the goo already present there. "You want it, don't you? You want that dick..."

Tears leaked from behind Gina's closed eyes, but she whispered, "Yes." She hadn't set out to be gang-banged by black guys, but it was far too late to stop things - and besides, as humiliating as it was, she was far too aroused to say no.

"So you ARE a slut!" Damian charged. "You're all hot for cock, ain't you?"

"Yes." What else was there to say? Were they going to take no for an answer? The soft, bulbous head of that cock sliding up and down her slot, rubbing over her clit, was driving her insane, anyway, causing her to clench her calves and curl her toes as it tickled the sensitive nerves of her clit and her nether lips. She was gonna cry a lot, later, when she thought about her descent - but for now, she was committed.

"Are you sure that's what that is?" Damian teased, waving Frank back. "A cock? A big, black cock?"

"Uh huh." Why was he continuing to tease her? Hadn't she abased herself enough?

"What if it isn't? Will you be disappointed? What is that, there?" Damian rocked back, handing off to Ben.

Ben slid his arms under Gina's knees and leaned down over her, forcing her wide open, his cock at her opening. "It's a lance, Princess," he whispered. "I'm gonna run you through!" Then he snapped his hips.

Gina's eyes flew open and she gasped. Part of it was the physical shock as Ben's glans tore through her hymen - but part of it was the mental shock! "P-princess?" Who called her that? Only one person, long ago... The masked face before her WASN'T black... "Aaaahhhh!!!" Pain and urgency... Her conqueror wagged his hips back and forth, opening her.

"To the victor goes the spoils..."

It was a catch-phrase from that long-ago game; captured princesses were required to kiss their knight on the cheek. Sometimes they got felt up a bit in the process, which made the game nice and naughty... Gina's eyes popped. "B-Ben?" Ben grinned and snapped his hips. "OMIGAAAAWD!!" Gina's eyes rolled up and her pussy pulsed as everything came together and a mushroom cloud of ecstasy enveloped her.

"I think she likes it," Damian chuckled, standing up.

Ben waited a few seconds for Gina to reconnect with reality, then resumed probing her fuck tunnel. Gina rolled her pelvis up to give him a straight shot and reached up to rub what she could reach of his sides and back. After three or four strokes, he hit bottom and started seriously pumping. "Deflowered maidens... are useless... for political... alliances," he puffed. "I suspect... your royal... father... will offer you... cheaply..."

"Don't talk!" Gina gasped. "God! Just keep... doing that..." The boys had prepared her impeccably; she'd been led to the edge and she'd steeled herself to descend into the depths, knowing she must - and then they'd released her and the tension in her let go like a released spring, leaving her insatiable! "Fuck me!" They'd punished her terribly - and then given her a gift... She clutched and rubbed and petted Ben and babbled joyfully as his piston found every nerve in her inner core and his pubic bone bashed her clit again and again and again...

Just about everyone was hanging out nearby, watching the spectacle - some with amusement, some with sympathy, and some with other emotions. The evidence of a satisfactory conclusion in sight, Isaiah chuckled and scratched his balls and shuffled over to Booth Three. One of the holes was open, so he shoved his cock through - and a scream erupted from inside! "OMIGAAAAWD! DON'T HURT ME! AAAIIIIEEEEEE!!!!"

Everyone had been concentrating on Gina and they forgot about the others - Janice, in particular. First she'd listened, then she'd watched through a gloryhole as the boys ganged up on Gina and debased her and tortured her and humiliated her and forced her to slake their lusts within a few feet of her - and then someone had stuck a huge black cock through the hole, right in front of her face! Janice just wasn't equipped to handle such things; she went instantly hysterical!

Everyone was galvanized; Isaiah backed out of her hole so fast he nearly fell over the couch fifteen feet away! Toby and Amy both ran to the side door of Booth Three to calm Janice down.

Janice was shaking and wailing and had literally pissed herself. Toby moved to directly address the fear and hysteria while Amy gave Janice someone to clutch herself to. When Janice had subsided to a whimper, Toby divided his attention and checked on Jasmine and Bernice.

Jasmine was clearly upset and agitated; Toby mentally detailed Bernice to work on repairing the damage with reminders that they'd warned Gina that she was gonna catch Hell and then pointing out the fact that Gina and Ben were the only ones out there who were busy - and Gina was NOT complaining!

"Can you take her to the bathroom to clean up?" Toby whispered to Amy, "I need to go put out the OTHER fire..."

Donna pulled away from Mac as Amy and Janice cleared the curtains. "I need to help with this."

Mac nodded. "Okay, Darlin'."

Donna took Janice's other side and escorted her to the bathroom. Janice had gotten the piss scared out of her - literally - and was nervous and embarrassed, but at least she'd been naked. Amy and Donna stuck her under the shower and joined her, helping her clean up and relax.

Fortunately, very little was really needed in Booth One. In the first place, Jasmine had known that something was going to happen to Gina. In the second, she'd been there before and knew that the goings-on in front of the booths weren't the usual thing. Third, Jasmine was made of sterner stuff, anyway. Last, but by no means least, Gina and Ben were fucking away, and all you had to do was listen for a moment to the sounds they were making to know it wasn't EVEN rape... Toby gave the guys a little pep talk about things had gotten a little out of hand for having new girls in the house that was more for the girls' consumption than the guys', and then went down to Booth One, "You girls okay?"

"Yeah," Bernice yelled.

"Yeah," Jasmine allowed, "We'll make it."

Toby waved Isaiah over, "You're better off here, anyway." He waved at the booth.

Isaiah tapped on the wall. "You open?"

"Sure." Jasmine replied through the open center hole.

"Le's do the top," Isaiah corrected.

"Okay."

The top hole opened and Isaiah slid his crank through. Jasmine cocked her head, looking at it, and took it in her fist, turning it a bit this way and that. "That's the exact same cock..." Leaning in, certain of her familiarity with it, she gobbled it down.

"Goddamn!" Isaiah went flat against the panel. "Hey, was you here yesterday?"

"Ummm hummm." Jasmine didn't let her answer get in the way of what she was doing.

"Do you fuck?"

"What?" Jasmine backed off to think about her answer. "Yeah - well, maybe. I guess. Probably..." Nothing seemed to convey a willingness while admitting that she was still a virgin - without actually SAYING she was still a virgin...

Isaiah backed off, extracting his cock. Jasmine and Bernice shared a glance; both assumed that Jasmine's lukewarm answer pissed whoever it was off. Bernice went searching for the switch for the overhead light - they'd turned it off so they could watch Gina's little episode of torment - while Jasmine closed the cover over the hole. Bernice was still hunting in the dark when the door flew open, blinding them both!

Isaiah figured that the chick with the hot mouth had something going for her and decided to check her out. Chris had just bulled his way into that same booth last weekend, so he figured the door was unlocked. Throwing it open, he stood in the doorway and looked inside. There were two girls in the booth, both black. One of them was familiar - that little bitch who didn't seem to care who she fucked. "You!" Isaiah barked. "Was that you?"

"No..." Bernice threw up her hands and tried to see around them.

"Out!" Isaiah grabbed her by the forearm and propelled her toward the door, stepping inside to do it. Bernice skittered outside, pulling the door shut behind her.

Now Isaiah was blind. "What the fuck did she do that for?" He'd gotten only the vaguest impression of the other girl in the booth, having focused on the one he recognized.

"Dunno. You mad?" Jasmine asked nervously.

"No."

"How come you pulled out?"

"You passed the hole thing yesterday. I figured..." Isaiah started groping around in the dark. Given the size of the booth, it wasn't hard to find something. Jasmine had risen to her feet in the interim; Isaiah found her left breast. "Oops." He snatched his hand back. Damn! He didn't have to feel all over it to know it was BIG!

Jasmine gave a nervous hiccup and started hunting for the arm attached to that hand. "What did you figure?"

"Maybe I should find out what else you could do."

The arm she found was like a fucking rock - and so was the chest next to it! Big slabs of hard muscle slid under her exploring hands. "Ummm... This is nice."

Once her hands were on him, he could follow her arms back and come down her sides with his. She was soft - but BIG; from the feel of her she must stand almost as tall as he did! Those big titties were hard to miss; they stuck out to the side so that even when he tried to be polite and rub her sides and not maul them, they rubbed his forearms. She was thick and well-padded, but not blubbery like 'P' had been last week. Who the fuck could this be?

His cock poked her right below the bellybutton; Jasmine reached down and lifted it so it slid upward as she stepped closer. Somehow her hands were on his ass - which seemed to be the only relatively soft spot on him. 'I bet his is cuter than mine,' she thought.

Those big jugs of hers were against his lower chest and his arms; she seemed to want to get in close, so he pulled her against him. He didn't have to lean over much at all to suck on her neck. His dick was oozing all over her belly, but she wasn't bitching about it. He dropped his hands to her ass; it was a big one, but it wouldn't fit an elephant or anything - and soft... He kneaded it in his big hands.

Jasmine groaned. Never, EVER had a boy done these things to her! She could feel her pussy getting puffy and wet - it felt like it was hanging open. That big ol' wet cock was HOT and it seemed to run from just above her bush almost to the underside of her tits! Part of her wanted to use him as a tree and crawl up far enough so she could rub her pussy on the tip of that thing - and part of her just wanted to melt!

Bernice stood outside the booth, blinking. Damian stepped in and grabbed her by the upper arm, putting her on her knees in front of Chuck. "Suck!" Bernice, whose head was still a mess from Tyrone's machinations, didn't argue. 'Another white dick,' was her only thought. This one wasn't as big as Toby's or the black one that had poked through the hole moments ago, but it was good-sized, with a lot of foreskin to be pushed back and forth.

"Cool!" Chuck exclaimed. "Are you always rough with 'em like this?"

"No," Damian grunted. "She's a special case, I guess. Some girls like it, though. This one - ah, I dunno. She's just a slut. Some chicks it's better if you just tell 'em what to do." He moved off, but waved to Frank to follow.

Damian's words hurt Bernice, but they matched how she felt about herself. Somehow, she managed to settle on every dick in sight - that pretty much made her a slut, didn't it? And if she opened her mouth, she generally pissed someone off...

Toby came over and pointed at Damian's retreating back. "Actually, he's harder on her than she deserves. She's been basically raped a couple of times - but she has the idea in her head that she invited it. He figures she did, too, but that's not the case. Be nice to her, but use her - it's what she's here for." Chuck nodded and rubbed his hand on Bernice's head. Black hair felt different... Never in his life did he imagine he would participate in abusing the shit out of a cheerleader AND get a blowjob from a black girl the same night!

Randy looked around; people were milling in the aftermath of the Gina thing and Janice's attack of hysterics. Damian was headed over near the couch, where the majority of the girls had watched Gina get it from a distance. The guys in couples were all collecting their women and Ray was looking at the munchies, but the booths were now all empty and Mark and Pete Franklin and Alonzo were standing around... Waving Miriam over, he whispered, "Go get in a booth."

Miriam nodded and circled around to the side of Booth Three - and discovered the mess. Coming back to Randy, she whispered, "Janice pissed herself."

"Clean it up," Randy directed. "Then use the booth anyway." That would probably keep Miriam out of trouble... As usual, Miriam merely nodded and headed upstairs to collect some cleaning supplies. "Quickly!" Randy added. "Some of the guys are bored, here!" Miriam stopped and turned back, then went and got some napkins off the munchies table and headed back into Booth Three. Randy had another attack of ambivalence; it was great that Miriam didn't give him any shit - even stuff like this, that a normal girl would freak over. But the flip side was that Randy wasn't challenging her - even with kneeling in a pissy both or having her suck strange dick - and Miriam liked to be challenged... The center hole to Booth Three popped open and Randy yelled, "Hey, Alonzo!" and waved at the booth. Alonzo nodded and went to get a blowjob.

Damian stopped at the couch and beckoned Alyssa. "Clean me up, Babe."

"Nice," Frank commented. Damian seemed to have a talent for keeping bitches in line...

Damian had noticed the same thing in Frank. "You seem to like to run shit," he muttered.

"Yeah," Frank nodded. "Bitches..." He remembered being called down for his attitude. "Everybody wants to be politically correct, but they're too uppity."

"What did you think of the one at the door?" Damian asked.

"Older chick? Bleach job? Nice lookin'..."

"She's got two modes," Damian told him. "She likes young dick and has this incest thing going - likes to pretend she's your mama. She can be demanding like that, but she's a good fuck. But if you go after it like you own it and you don't take no shit, she bucks you just long enough to get into trouble, then rolls over and takes it."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. She's my spare bitch," Damian told him. "She hasn't been reined in in a couple of weeks, though. Why don't you remind her she's a slut? Go up and bend her over whatever works and fuck the dog shit out of her. Don't take no prisoners - bust her ass if she gives you shit. Don't worry - she likes it. Just don't do shit half-assed - if she thinks she can stay on top, she'll try..."

"I don't want to end up in the county jail," Frank muttered.

Damian asked Alyssa, who was standing from having cleaned goo off his cock from his bout with Gina, "Am I lying, here?"

"No." Alyssa turned to Frank. "He does it all the time. She tends to buck - and he steps on it. After that, she'll do just about anything. Just show her who's boss." She grinned. "He makes her eat my pussy sometimes - well, and vice-versa."

"Cool..." Frank looked toward the stairway.

"Get it while it's hot..." Damian advised. Frank grinned and moved off.

Isaiah and Jasmine were all over each other. Neither of them could get enough. Isaiah had rubbed everything within reach - most of which was Jasmine's back and ass, since they were pressed tightly to one another. Jasmine was rubbing the top of Isaiah's dick with a hand and the bottom with her soft belly, smearing pre-cum all over the place. Her tits were mashed all over the upper half of his body, it seemed like, but the hard points were rubbing his sides under his arms. Isaiah had a reasonably good idea what Jasmine must look like and a VERY good idea what she felt like. He backed off just a bit to try something seriously familiar - trying to rub her pussy - she spread her stance while rubbing a nipple against his face and moaning, her other soft hand jacking him. Her slot was soaked and drippy as he slid his fingers along it.

"Ahhh, Jeezus," Jasmine gasped. Isaiah's lips locked on her nipple and his teeth caught it and it was as if she was being electrocuted - bolts of pleasure leaped from there to her throbbing clit and back. She let go of her breast to hold the back of his head against it; he tracked it back down to rest, his teeth maintaining their hold. His fingers in her pussy flooded her with pleasure and the momentary strain on her nipple only jacked things up.

There was no question where they were headed - but the booth couldn't handle it. "Let's go someplace," Isaiah muttered against her breast.

"Okay." But she didn't seem to want to let go of him...

Reluctantly, he pushed himself away, but held onto the wrist of the hand that had been jacking his cock as he turned to fumble for the doorknob. Light flooded in, blinding them both; Isaiah stepped forward, one hand up to shield his eyes while they adjusted. "We need a room!"

"Top of the stairs, turn right, second door!" Toby directed, after a quick mental sweep. Head down, Isaiah headed for the stairs, Jasmine following as he led her by the wrist. Jasmine glanced around; everyone in the room was looking, of course... She ducked her head and kept going. Peripherally, she noticed someone using a gloryhole as she went by - and Bernice was sucking some white boy. Poor Bernice...

Frank stopped at the head of the stairs to watch the couple pass, grinning. Isaiah had found himself a BIG bitch! Well, she looked fuckable - maybe he would share her later...

Candace, who had only gotten a flicker of warning waved her hands a bit, then pointed, "That way!" Isaiah nodded and headed off, continuing to lead Jasmine by the wrist. Isaiah stalked down the hallway and threw open the door - good, a bedroom! He pulled Jasmine inside and closed the door - and it was dark again, but not as dark as the booth. That was good, too - he could see to back her to the bed... Seemingly without transition, they were on the bed and he was rubbing his cock against her wet gash, not penetrating, while she moaned and clutched at him. "Now?" he breathed, sucking her neck.

Jasmine moaned. "I haven't..."

"What? Haven't what?" Isaiah breathed in her ear.

Jasmine looked for a delicate way of putting things, but too much of her was caught up in what they were doing. "Fucked. I haven't fucked."

"What?" Isaiah raised himself. "Shit! Do I stop?" 'CAN I stop?'

"NOOO! Just..."

"Okay." He got it - she didn't need to finish. "Now?"

"Uh huh." She was reaching for his cock, anyway, moving it into position. "Slow."

Isaiah applied pressure - and it hurt. "Wait!" Jasmine gasped. Isaiah let up. "I was wrong," she gasped. "Get it in - then stop." Isaiah snapped his hips and his lance shredded her. "AUGH!" But she clutched him while the discomfort abated.

The pain brought a semblance of reason - and a moment of bittersweet satisfaction. This was what she'd come for; thus far, it had been more than she'd dared hope. Now, if only...

The mouth of Jasmine's pussy clutching the flange of his cock behind his glans was driving Isaiah nuts! He shifted a bit...

"Mmph!" There was pain - more like an itch. The tool to be used to scratch it was right there, though, she realized. "Go ahead - slow, Honey. But go on..."

It still had that feeling you get when you play with a scab - that itchy, aggravated feeling - but there was a compulsion to do that, wasn't there? And besides, there was another component - her pussy didn't feel empty any more. She was wet and slick and gooey - and she knew that most of it wasn't blood. "Yeah... Okay... Do it!"

Isaiah ground his cock into Jasmine's depths. Once released, there was no way in the world he could stifle his urgency! He had been sucked and jacked by Gina and by this girl and he was aroused and over-stimulated and his balls were full... It was time to FUCK! He pressed himself home against her pussy's clinging opposition.

'This fucker is HUGE!' Jasmine realized as he pressed himself inexorably into her depths. 'I hope I can take him!' But she did, and as he reversed himself, her pussy nibbled at him along his entire length, arguing against his retreat despite her level of lubrication.

Isaiah announced the obvious as his hips cycled, pistoning his cock in and out of her tight channel, "Shit... this... isn't... going... to... last!" Then his cock got diamond hard and he groaned and slammed himself home as jizz poured from it as if from a fire hose!

But Jasmine had gotten everything from the short run-up that he had and was every bit as ready! When his cum splashed against her cervix, Jasmine screamed, "Oh, FUCK, Baby!" and clutched him to her as her body convulsed.

This took less time than it takes to describe it; Frank was still standing at the head of the stair, looking bemused, when Jasmine wailed out her completion - but that triggered him. Finding Candace with his eyes, he said, "You!"

"Me?" 'What the fuck?' Candace wondered.

"Come here!"

Candace put her hands on her hips, "Who the Hell do you think..." But whoever it was advanced on her purposefully, grabbed her by the upper arm and pushed her back against the counter.

"I'm the guy that's gonna fuck you," he rasped. "Any questions?"

"You can't just..."

"Damian says I can," the boy replied. "He said I shouldn't take any shit from you, either." He gave her a little shake. "I just ran out of patience..."

"Oh..." Candace went slack against him.

That wasn't good enough for Frank; he shouldn't have had to invoke Damian's name - it weakened his position. The bitch needed to react to HIM, not Damian... He spun her around, bent her over the counter and delivered ten hard swats to her ass, alternating cheeks.

"Oh! Ow! Ouch! EEK! Ow! Please! I'll be good!" Candace wailed.

"Damned straight you will!" Frank rasped, stepping back. "Show me how you suck!" Candace knelt to take him in and Frank grabbed a handful of hair at the back of her head and pulled her deep, so she gagged, unprepared. Then he looked at Iris, who was standing frozen, eight feet away, "What are YOU looking at?"

"N-nothing!"

"Get over here, you tubby bitch!" Fear and the draw of his dominance drew Iris forward. "Gimme a kiss!" Frank let go of Candace's head to pull Iris against his side with one hand and maul one of her breasts with the other. Iris found herself rubbing his back and chest while his tongue invaded her mouth.