Chapter 63: Chapter Sixty Three

Alex jarred awake early, her body cupped with Ashwin's. She had spent the night under his blanket but sleep had been evasive. After a swim in the river she had gone to his shelter and undressed for him. They had fooled around a little and she could only pray that he wouldn't use her in the ass again but Ashwin was spent and she felt a flood of relief when he lay back and pushed her head down.

She had worked on him for almost fifteen minutes, doing things with her mouth and fingers that Rob had never dreamed of asking for, all to no avail. With a sigh, Ashwin finally gave it up and pulling her onto her side, he spooned her. He was sleeping moments later, one hand cupping her pubis with a finger tucked inside and the opposite hand encircling a breast.

Alex listened to him snore. She lay still, daring not to disturb him and didn't hear Tracy's cry of anguish.

Tracy landed in a heap beside the path and rolled into the bushes. She wasn't halfway to the latrine when the debilitating cramps bowled her over. She defecated. A swoosh of hot diarrhea spread across the pine-needles and brought with it the broken neck of the wine bottle.

"Oh Jesus. Oh Jesus..." Tracy seethed as the fresh cuts began to burn. She bit down, trying to still her throat. Maybe they hadn't heard her cry. But no, the men were already gathering around; to point and laugh.

Ashwin stretched in his chair, crossed his ankles and ran his eyes over Tracy's naked hips and legs. "Tell you what. Just to prove I'm not such a bad guy, I'll cut you a deal."

Tracy looked up, eyes alert. She wasn't buying it. "What sort of deal?" she asked scornfully.

"Hey. You got six horny guys standin' here. This is my offer: For every guy you do, I'll grant you one day. But you use your mouth. Understand what I'm saying to yuh?"

Tracy felt the indignation rise in her throat. "I know how to give a fucking blowjob, Ashwin."

A look of satisfaction spread across Ashwin's face. "Good. All six guys and the next time you squeeze the plug out, it's out for good."

Tracy swallowed back the indignation with a dose of cold reality. "So what you're saying is if I don't do this, I'll carry this chunk of glass around in my ass for another six days?"

Ashwin couldn't contain a stupid grin. "You're very perceptive my dear."

Tracy spun around and looked up into the pines. How could she stand another six days? And how many more times would she pass the glass only to be forced to insert it again. In six days her anus would be hanging open like a torn rag. And, she consoled herself, she was no stranger to handing out the sexual favors; she'd worked a men's massage parlor for christ-sake, just so she could feed herself. She could do what he asked, still, it galled her to have to use her mouth. But there were not a lot of choices left to her.

She turned back to the men. "Okay. You win. I'll suck each one of you off. And then we're done with this." It was crude language from such a pretty girl but she knew it was what they wanted to hear.

"Beautiful," Ashwin clapped his hands, "and no spitting. You can't waste a drop."

Tracy's face fell and a shudder of disgust cramped her neck. Her mouth felt chalky. "I'll– I'll swallow," she managed, her voice sounding insignificant now.

Ashwin laughed. "I'll grab my camera. And here, use my chair."

The first man got comfortable. It was one of the trainers, a big well-muscled guy and Tracy feared she might have trouble with him. She slipped between his knees and reached for the front of his jeans. He was quickly growing hard in her hands but he was average in size and Tracy felt a flush of relief. She watched a bead of mucus forming at the tip. Tracy looked around at the men, their eyes glistened back, full of expectation. She would get no privacy she concluded; this was public sex. The down and dirty of it.

She opened her mouth and lowered her face into the man's lap.

Placing her thumb along the extended cord, she slowly jerked him while holding the head between her lips. He seemed to like it that way and was content to let her do the work. He closed his eyes, leaned back and swore lightly. Tracy sucked softly and kept up a steady rhythm with the fingers encircling his cock and let her thumb rise to kneed him about the base of the head where it was sensitive.

His hips abruptly came up and with a cry of satisfaction, he erupted into her mouth. Tracy quickly swallowed, twice, to contain the flow but even so, semen escaped and drooled down over her lower lip. Remembering Ashwin's words, "You can't waste a drop..." she hooked the wayward trickle with a finger and pushed it back between her lips before Ashwin could notice. She lifted her head and swallowed again.

A second man hurried to get seated; a thin ropey guy with large boney hands. He was undoing his belt before his bottom hit the chair and unlike the first man, he wanted to control the play. He knocked Tracy's hands away, grabbed her by the ears and lifted up to meet her mouth. But he wasn't content with Tracy's mouth and pushed all the way down.

Tracy gagged and quickly lifted up on her knees. She lowered her shoulders slightly and tilted her head back, giving him the angle. He felt her open, the constriction easing, all resistance to his assault evaporated. God, she knew how to do it.

He looked down at her closed face, her features quiet, despite the twisted lips deformed by the thick base of his penis. A breath stilled him. Tracy was beautiful. By far the most beautiful woman he had ever taken, and she was letting him use her throat.

Incredible.

He pushed deeper and she accepted it, meekly taking all he could offer.

He found her subservience intoxicating; her unfaltering obedience. He could do anything he wanted to her and she would take it. All of it. He knew she hated what she was doing and that heightened his desire for her. And suddenly, he couldn't hold on. He wanted to, wanted to make it last, but the rise was uncontrollable.

Grabbing her by the back of the head he cried out in anguish and made his final thrust. He felt her throat working around the head of his penis as he unloaded. Felt her swallowing it down. God, he thought, all his life he had wanted this. A woman who would quietly submit to the abuse. Now he realized he wanted this woman, all for himself. He would have to find a way.

Tracy rolled from him, staggering for air to breath. She filled her lungs, tried not to retch and wondered who would be next.

It was Ashwin's right-hand lieutenant.

Dirk was Ashwin's muscle. He wasn't a big man, but toughened with a hard angular face pocked with acne scarring. He had "HATE" tattooed on the knuckles of both hands. He stepped up to where Tracy was heaving on her knees, dropped his jeans to the ground and dangled his cock in her face. She was just looking up when he hit her.

It was an open-handed slap to the left side of her face.

Tracy's head rocked. "Geez. Wh-a-a..."

But before she could spit out the rest of it, he hit her again. Opposite hand to the opposite side of the face.

He rocked back on his heels. "That's so-s you know who's boss," he sneered at her. "And a sample of what you'll get if you don't make me a happy boy."

Tracy was holding back the tears. "I've done okay so far, haven't I?"

Dirk dropped down into Ashwin's chair, slid forward and spread his knees. "I want something a little different," he said and reaching around, he spread his buttocks.

Tracy stared at the twitching anus.

He smiled when he saw the look on her face. "I haven't had a good rim job since prison. Get busy."

Tracy's stomach surged and her throat went rigid but she knew she either had to tongue him or face a beating. She resolved the issue quickly and crawled forward on hands and knees. Dirk slid closer and tilted his hips up so Tracy could place the tip of her tongue into the open knot. The muscle contracted and she felt the squeeze.

"Oh that's good, sweetie," Dirk hissed and taking her right hand he clamped her fingers around his cock. "Lick and jerk," he instructed. "And don't forget the balls."

Tracy flicked her tongue across the twitching muscle and slipped a fingertip inside. Moving up, she sucked first one testicle and then the other. Dirk exhaled sharply when Tracy slipped her finger all the way in while keeping her opposite hand in motion. She buggered his ass as he forced her face back down so he could feel her tongue as well.

Tracy became aware of a movement behind.

Someone was getting down between her legs but she didn't dare stop licking. Whoever he was, he obviously couldn't wait his turn and seeing her shaved pussy dancing, had decided to help himself. Tracy felt the hard penis coming up, the head prodding, searching in the crease of her vagina. He found the spot and her insides twisted. She shuddered with the slithering push, her body opening. And suddenly he was moving inside her.

Tracy knew everyone was watching. Sure the men, but the girls too. They wouldn't be as blatant: Quick glances, a sidelong gaze now and again, but they were watching with dreaded fascination. Watching her been fucked, front and back and being thankful that it was she, not them.

Except for raising her bum a little, Tracy ignored the intrusion from behind. Her only intent was to make Dirk cum. And hope he enjoyed the experience. Tracy had been beaten enough times; enough times to know she wanted to avoid a bout with the man's fists.

It had been her father. A big boastful man, perpetually out of work and no money for food, but the fridge was always full of beer. Likewise, there wasn't money for proper beds but enough for the big screen television in the basement where he and his buddies gathered on weekends for football.

Tracy had always been a pretty girl and tall; something that wasn't lost on her father's buddies; or her father, for that matter. Her mother worked tables on the weekends and that left Tracy alone with five adult men and a father who could care less.

She had been okay with serving the beer and sandwiches, in the beginning, but she had balked one Saturday afternoon when her father suggested it would be funny if she took off her top before going downstairs. He hit her so hard it loosened a tooth.

Before long she was dancing naked for the men during halftime and suffered their hands on her body when she was forced to join them on the old sofa during the game. And if she wasn't a good sport about it, she got beaten.

Dirk grew tense and Tracy didn't resist when he grabbed her by the head and wrestled her face down over his cock. She held him steady while he filled her mouth, the second penis still surging between her legs.

When Dirk was finally satisfied and allowed her up, she swallowed loud enough so he could hear. She saw the quiver run along his arms and shoulders at the sound of it.

A hand suddenly landed on the back of her head and Tracy was spun around by the hair. It was the other trainer. He had torn from between her legs and now held his sticky penis in his hand. It was an urgent moment but Tracy, remembering Ashwin's words, got her lips closed around the pee-hole just in time to receive the first spurt. She swallowed, sealed her lips tighter and waited for more.

By the time she had sucked off the sixth man, a half-hour had passed, her stomach was bloated and her jaw ached. There was only Ashwin left.

Tracy stood, naked except for her bikini top, her eyes inquiring.

Ashwin replaced the lens-cap on his Nikon. "Nope," he said, "I'm saving myself for later."

"Later?"

He smiled but didn't elaborate. "Did you get enough to eat?" he asked instead.