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Which part of town was this anyway? Susan's head cleared a little. A tiny little bit. There are advantages to speeding after all, like the cool air that blew in her face through the window, making her less dizzy. She wasn't sure how long the ride was taking though. Long enough to have to remove Mick's hand from her shoulder twice so far. He was in a back seat, behind her and, yes, they both laughed about it. But now that she looked around, she started to wonder.
“What part of town is this anyway?” she asked, as if this was another in the line of jokes for tonight. All of them laughed. “Where are you taking me boys?”
“Wouldn't you like to know, eh?” Mick said from the back “Wouldn't she like to know, eh, Shane, eh?
Shane laughed, nodding in approval.
“No, seriously,” started Susan. “I have to get home… once.” They all laughed at this but Susan thought the message she was sending might not be clear enough so she added “Seriously, my husband will be worried.” That was the first time she ever mentioned her husband this evening even though it was obvious from the start that she was married. She just thought that mentioning him will make them aware of the generation gap the social gap and everything else that seems to have been erased in the last couple of hours.
“Relax, ma'am” Shane said, turning a corner. “The hubby won't have to worry for too long now.” He looked into the rear view mirror and stopped the car.
Once the engine was off, the silence in the car became strange. Neither Shane nor Mick said anything. Susan felt there was some kind of a change in the air. It couldn't just have been the engine going off. The radio was still on, the insect chatter and bursts of tiny white noise.
“Where are we?” She didn't like this any more. She didn't like the fact that she didn't even know what time it was. Perhaps drinking so much was not the brightest of ideas. There will be some headache tomorrow morning. Oh, yes.
“No, just relax, ma'am, seriously.” Shane spoke slowly, reassuringly. The street around the car looked rather deserted. “It's cool. We're at my place. I thought we could have another drink there, have a few more laughs and then we'll take you home to your hubby and kids.”
Her kids?
They knew about her kids? She did mention her kids then. Oh, God. What else did she mention and failed to remember or even register? Susan, you stupid bitch.
You stupid bitch.
When guilt kicks in, full volume, three dimensions, life size it's usually too late. Call it a glitch in the design of human beings.
“No, no, no”, Susan said, trying to give her voice a lightweight tone. “We had enough drinks and we had more than enough laughs.” Not showing your fear is usually good survival tactic. Isn't it?
Not necessarily so. Not when you've already shown too much. The change has started. Susan's life went down the wrong path. No turning back now.
“Haha, we had more than enough laughs, haha, you hear that Mickey?” Mick approved laughing like a maniac from the back seat. His hand fell to Susan's shoulder once again. Susan jumped in her seat, trying to shake it off. She didn't.
“I am serious! I have no time for this any more!” Susan's voice was meant to be firm, mature, authoritative but even to her it sounded decidedly frightened. Don't show them your fear, don't.
“You have no time for this? You have no time for this any more?” Shane sounded genuinely surprised. A whole new concept was just demonstrated to him it seemed.
Susan tried putting all her age and dignity into her voice. “Please. Start the car now and take me home. I have to be with my family now.”
Shane started laughing. Then he started laughing even louder. Then Mick started laughing in a high-pitched, annoying voice. His hand wouldn't let go of her shoulder.
“Stupid bitch. You're such a stupid bitch.”
The words cut through Susan like shards of glass.
“So you think this can just end whenever it's convenient for you, eh?” Suddenly, Shane's voice sounded a lot more mature. “You think you just play with us and walk away when you've had enough?” Mick's hand started playing with Susan's hair. Susan started shivering.
“Shane, listen…” She couldn't force herself to speak any louder than just an elevated whisper.
“No, you listen, you bitch!” Shane snapped back at her. “I don't like bitches who think they are too good for us, you know?” Suddenly, Mick's hand was not playing with her hair any more. Suddenly, his hand was holding a handful of her hair in a firm grip.
“I... I…”, the words were not there. Not at the moment.
“No, really. You think you can just parade in front of us like that, eh? You dress like a slut, you speak like a slut, you act like a cock-hungry whore all evening and when the time comes to land a punch, suddenly Misses E. remembers she has a husband, whoa!!! That's some bad attitude, ma'am, I don't fucking like it one bit.”
Susan wanted to protest. She didn't.
“What hurts my sensitive heart the most, though, is that you don't care about our feelings at all!” Shane continued, unbuttoning his jacket.
“You think we are not hurt when you reject our polite invitation and act like we're trash? You think we don't have feelings?”
Susan felt something roll down her cheek. The she realised it was a tear Then another one followed. Her lower jaw was vibrating without control.
“Pl… please… please, just let me go… please.”
He's just out to scare her. He's just out to make her feel frightened and he'll tell her that any time now. He's just trying to scare her. For fun. For a laugh.
“Let you go? So you DO think our feelings towards you are without merit?” Shane turned to Mick. “Dude, does it strike you as unfair that this slut here basically begged us to fuck her brains out all evening and now she plays a faithful wife and a good mother?”
Mick nodded several times, trying to control a laugh “Yeah, yeah, if there ever was a bad hard to get act, this is it!! She deserves to have her shit sorted out. Good thing she ran into us, eh?”
Shane nodded approvingly. He unbuttoned his jacket and reached into the inner pocket. Then he made a quick gesture and his hand produced a metallic sound.
Susan was sober. Susan got sober in a mere second. Susan got sober instantly when the cold blade of Shane's butterfly knife touched her temple. Susan closed her eyes, suddenly able to think straight and quickly. She was able to think quickly enough to know the list of her options just got very short.
“Oh God, no, please, please God no…” She repeated the words in a whisper as a meaningless mantra. Her eyelids wouldn't keep the knife out of her eyes. They couldn't even keep the tears in. Mick's hand was pulling her hair backwards, making sure she is positioned nicely for Shane's blade.
“What do you mean ‘no'?” Shane asked. “You think you have a choice here? You think what, that we are going to argue with you? Negotiate? Geee, you're dumber than I thought, lady.”
“And let me just add” Mick said enthusiastically, “that you looked like one dumb slut from the word go. I've never seen a bitch of your age act so shamelessly in public. Luckily, my good friend here and me agreed to teach you a lesson.”
“Please, please, please, no, please” Susan was shaking her head by mere millimetres, trying to avoid the blade entering her skin. Shane started unbuttoning his trousers. “Please, God, please, I have kids slightly younger than you, please, have heart, I can't.”
“It's funny that you remembered them now that you're about to actually eat a cock, and that they apparently didn't exist back in the café while you were doing your whore act.” Shane took his penis out of his trousers. “Now get down to business, slut, if you feel like keeping both eyes in your head rather than in your pockets.”
“God, no… please… have mercy, please, I can't…” Susan looked at his erect penis and for some reason thought of her husband.
“Oh, you can't?” Shane asked in mock surprise. “Let me encourage you a bit, slut!!!”
He pressed the blade against her skin harder. Susan felt the sharp pain. She let out a scared cry.
“No!!! Please! I'll scream!!!”
Shane and Mick burst into spontaneous laughter.
“Aw, God, that was a good one”, Mick said, wiping imaginary tears from his eyes. “She'll scream! That's a great one!!!”
“Look, Susan”, Shane said in a reasonable voice. “I believe you'll find out that a woman screaming in the middle of the night in this neighbourhood attracts less attention than a fly on a horse's ass. It's not like you're the first bitch I had to teach how to give head using my knife.”
He wasn't lying. She knew he wasn't. But… How did they think they'd get away with this? She asked the question between sobs. A pathetic little question of a victim trying to turn the tables on her captors. Again, she got roars of laughter as a response.
“No, I am telling you, dude, this one just has it all. She keeps fit, she dresses for pleasure AND she is fucking dumb to boot. A perfect woman!!!” Mick pulled her head back suddenly, violently. “Listen, dumb cunt, how many people do you think were there in that café, eh? How many of them saw you act like a total slut all evening? How many of them said to their friends ‘Look at that whore, she is trying to fuck both those good looking young man at once. She should be ashamed of herself'? How many of them saw you walk out with us, laughing like a skank, hanging on Shane's arm? Eh? What do you think, how will your story sound to those, shall I say, unwilling witnesses of your shameful behaviour?”
This was too much. Too much for Susan. She started crying uncontrollably, tears gushing forth, her throat hurting.
“OK, I just lost my patience, Susan” announced Shane. “Either you start giving Mr. pecker down there some well deserved lovin', or I cut your eye out. Your choice, ma'am.” He pressed the knife against her skin once more. Susan felt the cut. She didn't scream this time though. She let out a deep, painful moan.
“It's a no contest, really,” said Mick. “You suck my friend's cock and go back to your husband practically undamaged, or Shane pokes that pretty eye out, you then suck his cock and go home a cripple. I know what I'd choose. And I am not even gay!!!”
Both laughed and hi-fived each other. Shane increased the pressure. Roll the tape, defeat just entered the building.
Shane did remove the knife when Susan accepted his throbbing penis into her mouth. He didn't do it as a sign of good will, though. That was so he could put both his hands at the back of her head and push her down as far as she would go. Susan gagged when his cock's head brutally penetrated her throat. She never did it like this. Never like this.
“Gee, you'd think the bitch this old would have developed a more sophisticated fellatio technique. This is a total fucking embarrassment, Susan, do you hear me?” Shane stopped pushing her down for a second, and pulled her head back so she could look into his eyes. “Total embarrassment! Do you understand? Answer me!!”
The last sentence was yelled at her but Susan couldn't quite cope with this. The only thoughts coming into her head were about how severely violated she was and how terribly frightening it felt. So the word she uttered was
“.no…”
Thukk!! Her cheek went red-hot. Shane slapped her again, with the back of his hand, one of his fingers hitting her eye, blinding her temporarily.
“That won't do. I asked you a question bitch!! Do you understand?” He pulled her head up.
Sometimes playing along IS the best option. Isn't it?
“Yes… Yes, I do…”
Thukk!! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Shane obviously enjoyed slapping her.
“Yes what? Eh? Yes what, bitch!”
Yes what?? What was that about? It is hard to think when you are being hit repeatedly.
“Yes… Yes… sir…”
“Awwww, Shane, she finally recognises you for a gentleman you are!!!” Mick's voice was full of admiration. “You do have a way with ladies, that much I have to give you!!!”
“OK, we're getting there slowly it seems.” Shane sounded pleased and stopped hitting her. “So let's see, you are a total fucking embarrassment. You can't suck cock to save your life. If you were sucking dick for money, you would be starving!!! Copy that?”
Susan learned.
“Yes… yes, sir, I understand. I am a lousy blow.”
“Excellent. We're making progress!!” Shane adjusted his grip on her hair. “Now, see here, you're in luck because I am willing to teach you. Not many skanky bitches your age get that chance, so you should be grateful.” He stopped there, apparently waiting for her reply.
“I... I am… grateful… sir…” Susan struggled. “for… for helping me learn…” Just as long as she doesn't hit her again, she can keep herself under control.
“You should be!! You should be. Now, let us hear you ask me nicely to teach you how to suck cock properly.”
Both of them fell silent in expectation. Susan thought the time stood still too.
This is not real.
This is not happening.
How could THIS be happening?
Not to me.
Not to me.
No.
How can he be serious?
He will hit me again. My God, he will hit me and hurt me. Oh God, he will hurt me, he will hurt me.
“Please…”
Shane hit her.
More tears.
God, no…
“Please, sir…”
“Yes?” said Shane encouragingly.
“Please sir, please, teach me to suck cock. Please, I need to learn to suck dick well, so I can give you the pleasure you deserve.”
Shane turned to Mick triumphantly.
“See? See how it pays to be nice with women, my lad? We could have raped this bitch the old fashioned way, but isn't it nicer now that we've all reached the same conclusion and work towards the same goal?”
“You know it is, big man!!!” Another hi-five slapped noisily.
“So now I am gonna turn this sorry excuse for a wife and mother into a decent cocksucker because she knows it will come in useful in her future career. Not to mention that her husband will be grateful.”
“You know, old boy, I wouldn't be surprised if you start getting thank you notes from Mister E., perhaps even a Christmas card once in a while.”
“Right, right, right.” Shane decided to get down to business. “Let's do it then. Since you asked so nicely, I should grant you your wish and show you what a good cocksucker you can be.”
It hurt.
Susan gagged as Shane kept ramming his swollen cock down her throat. Tears made her half blind as she was struggling for air. He would put it all in, pushing her head savagely down, then take it out, to rub her saliva and his precum all over her face. There was lots of it. The mixture of mucus was hanging from her face, staining his combat trousers and boxer shorts. Susan moaned in pain as he brutally pushed his cock deeper and deeper, but her moans were almost inaudible, blocked by his flesh.
“She still has a lot to learn,” said Shane, breathing heavily. “But we're getting there, we're definitely on our way. Open up. Open up wide, BITCH!!”
He slammed it back in savagely. Susan gagged. But he kept it in. Mick then leaned forwards from his seat, deciding to join the fun and games. One Shane's hand was on her throat. Now Mick put his hand on the back of her head and pushed down. Shane grabbed her nostrils with his free hand and pressed them together. Suddenly, the small quantity of air available to Susan turned into none.
“This will increase everybody's pleasure, I believe!” explained Mick.
Susan thrashed in her seat, blind panic, mortal fear, no sound save for terrified moaning, sound of an animal struggling for her life.
“Awww, ahhh, agghhh, man, aww, you should try this yourself!!!” Shane was ecstatic, “Oh, GOD, this is incredible!!!” Susan's struggle for air ironically made her give him more pleasure than he was getting by merely fucking her throat. Just when she thought she will pass out, he pulled out and let go of her nose.
“Holy FUCK, man, I knew you'd be getting better, bitch, Old Shane's lessons are always a success.” (Susan coughed uncontrollably) “Now let me see you do them balls.”
Susan complied. She kissed and sucked his hairy, swollen balls, listening to him moan from pleasure. Without warning, he grabbed her hair again and penetrated her throat. He used both hands to pull her head up and down at first (‘Awww, throatfucking slut, you love this, don't you?') and then pressed her nostrils together again. She knew roughly what to expect this time around but that didn't make it feel any better. The panic was back, the fear was back too. The humiliation never really left. The sounds of a man getting enormous pleasure from violating and humiliating her in front of his friend made her hate herself.
“You fucking cunt!!! You fucking, dirty slut!!! Awwwwww, man, she got me, she got me!!! I'm cumming!!!” Shane shouted like they were all alone in the whole world. “Aaargggh, take it, you whore, take it all you fucking bitch!!!”
If he'd ejaculated into her throat, Susan would have probably gagged worse than ever, perhaps even thrown up. Luckily, Shane, possibly influenced by ages old porno tradition, pulled out just in time and instead started shooting his cum into her face. If there was any pride left in Susan, and there wasn't, she possibly could have felt proud about making a man cum so hard. Not that it was really her deed. He just used her mouth as a fuckhole and now he sprayed her face and hair with his semen, shouting all the time, getting cum into her eyes, into her nostrils… Once he was done he again brutally shoved his cock into her mouth.
“Clean it!!! Clean that fucking cock, you fucking no good, cheap slut!!!”
She complied. There wasn't much will left in her after all. All she could think of was that he was finished. His penis was going limp in her mouth. It will be over. Soon, it's all over.
“That wasn't so bad, was it, eh? Miss E.?”
Shane was sporting a wide grin on his face, the kind of a dumb smile men sometimes have after they have orgasmed.
“You will become a good cocksucker once, I can promise you that.”
Whatever. It's over now. Please. Let it be over.
“Of course, my friend here would like to teach you a thing or two as well.”
God, oh God… She knew that was coming. She knew.
“But, Susan, I still think we should go with my original suggestion – go to my apartment and have that drink. How about it now?”
He emphasised the last sentence by raising the butterfly knife once again.
An invitation you can't say no to. Mick opened his door.
“Awww, I'm gonna love this!!”
The building looked black and deserted. Mick opened Susan's door.
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