Country Danger

[gagged_Louise]

Amanda's limbs ached and creaked as she got closer to the floor, and she breathed hard through her nose to keep from zoning out. Looking up she could glimpse her naked white belly, and this guy's hands holding her thighs steady, pressing at her. She thought of the slim pink shorts that would be her only shield against a close assault, wrung her bound hands and looked up at Mike, tracking the bulge in his jeans very close to her face. Trying to swing with her bound body was useless; those hot eyes and the sound of male groans all about her showed that there wouldn't be any neat escape from here.

Suddenly Michael stepped even closer, let go with one hand and began fondling her breasts. His hands were unexpectedly soft as she touched her up there, still just doing so was too much. "My, you've got such a yummy soft skin, girl..." he commented; it sounded more like he was talking to himself than to her. Amanda pushed her chin up and forward, felt the wet slobbery panties in her mouth and growled with dismay. The drift downward had stopped for a moment, she hung still. "Look at me!" he snapped, She closed her eyes in defiance and the next moment, he slapped her right breast, hard; th impact felt like a clapping board.
"Aauunngh!"
“Hey, look at me, you got nothing to fear, not as long as you listen and do as you’re told.”
“Yeah so don’t I?” Amanda thought with a weary gleam of irony, squirming and bucking in her ropes.

She looked up,

He moved his left hand up and probed thumb and index finger under her shorts, the next second rubbing in under her dove blue cotton panties, pressing down the flesh of her mound...Amanda was totally silent but for a low growl, inside she was fuming and facing a fear she had never known like this before. Feeling one of his hands cupping her breast and the other digging down over her sloping vulva, the rubbing of both made her eyes search for a steady point. She wondered just how many here would have entered her by the morning, her labia flinched at the thought - and her skin flushed like the moon gliding in and out of clouds above the distant house..
Suddenly she heard Hannah's cry - deep, mellow but now muffled. In Amanda's mind it was a call of what she had to be ready for: her gullet went thick and stocky as she felt his hands moving to the edge of her crack. "Tell me that you like this, hussy" he said in a drawling voice...

At the same time, he reached up with one of his hands to her feet and spun her halfway round, letting her see the rest of the room and her friends being molested.

What could she say? Tears crept down her throat as she shook her head. "Umm-nnghh!" He gave a smirk and pushed his fingers into her pussy, spreading it open. Amanda grunted three times as she felt herself shamefully fingered. "You want to get your mouth fucked first, hunny?" the man flung at her. She shook her head again and then felt the stinging bruises of her vaginal walls being rubbed and pinched.

***

Ryan speeded up his work as he saw the swelling butt, just under those shorts in front of him; Hannah’s ass had been fully lubed up and his eyes gleamed from watching her sweet rear dome: he was looking forward to getting the opportunity in full here. It was time to move: he dashed her ass hard and called out "hey bitch, mind separating your legs a little?" Hannah obeyed and he reached in front, undid the buttons and started pulling at the garment, bringing it downon her thghs. Hannah was visibly shaking in shame and fear, but he went on to grab her panties and pulled them down after.
Pushing his leg again hard at her knee, he pinched hard at her labia again; Hannah grunted and staomped hard. He rushed forward and whispered in her ear "Okay, my girl, now you're gonna be a good girl and lift your feet, one at a time, so your shorts can go off ya! Nod to show you understand." Hannah nodded.

Back behind her, Ryan sat down and patted her left foot. She lifted it and he pulled off the shorts and panties. then the other foot and they were fully off; he folded tham , putting them on the floor behind him. Then he cut some rope and lashed her feet together.

"You're walking nowhere girl".

He stood up,admiring her sleek flesh, but he had no time to lose. Rubbing his finger inside her pussy he could feel her first juices oozing out, and his swift finger pushed in and out, making her ass wiggle and twist, as if his finger had been electric. With those bound feet and hands, there wasn’t much else she could move. Wow!

Looking up he heard her moaning and realized that Alvin would pull the cock gag out any moment and push in his own dick...Ryan, too, reached forward now and tugged at her nipples, and in her soft skin he took care to rub in a few droplets of her cunt juices.
He wasn’t to wait any longer. Undoing his jeans the tall man brought his cock into Hannah’s ass, pushing deep and throbbing against her sphincter. She moaned in foul pain but he grabbed her hips and drove further. Her body shook as he pushed past. Leaning on her right leg with his own and pinning her there, he made a few thrusts and was steadily inside feeling her meaty butt belonged to him.

Amanda looked on in a sickly feeling of fear as the two men went to work on Hannah. The rigid curve of her friend’s back and her moans told her all she needed to know and more. Alvin pinching at her nipples again; Ryan pumping her ass; it looked like these guys were really bad and twisted. “One more time, slut” Ryan taunted and slapped her again as he worked her back. Amanda could feel her own pussy rubbed sore and pinched, but tilted her head rapidly to watch; in transfixed horror she saw Alvin chuckling at her buddy and then undoing the penis gag. Hannah gasped aloud and a long line of viscous drool spilled over her lips.
“Jeez, you stupid cunt, don’t rain on my pants” Alvin muttered and hurriedly brought up a hanky to wipe her mouth a little. Her cheeks flushed as he held her steadily by her temples. She gasped again and then licked her mouth, whispering “prrr…please don’t…”
“You talk too much, slave” he said and pushed his cock right in front of her mouth. “Come on, you know what you need to do!” Hannah's eyebrows lifted in disgust and fear.

***

Amanda had watched it unfolding for the past few moments, her mind lacing between what she saw and the outlook of her own slit which Michael was only too eager to explore. She twisted and squirmed, tugging at the hemp ropes binding her hands. ”Somebody’s gotta stop this” she thought dimly, even if she was aware that it wouldn’t be halted. Suddenly she felt a sharp lash at her back, then another one. It felt like if someone had thrown a brick at her, a sharp hard impact and then a fierce burning pain all over her skin. Oh God..another one. She cried out and started to sob, her shout muffled by the panties in her mouth.

Michael looked on and smiled, as he held up a buckled leather belt – not his own, but one that had been lying about – and prepared to strike her back again. “You want to get fucked the common way or you wanna suck my dick?” he muttered and laughed at her. Amanda was silent, her mind overloaded and feeling like she was being flung, bound just like this, into a dark well.