"That's a good girl," Tony said. He sat down, then pulled her face against his glistening crotch. "Now you just keep sucking cock until we get to the house."
Debby couldn't believe how humiliated she felt. Not only had she sucked him off, but also she'd actually enjoyed it!
No, it couldn't be that, she told herself. She had pretended it was Randy's cock, and not this animal's. That's what had happened.
Still, he didn't know that. But if she kept thinking that, she just might get out of this alive.
She wondered how many times she would have to suck his cock, how many times she'd be fucked, before he would let her go.
Fucked.
Yes, he was most certain to fuck her. He would pound his slab of cock inside her pussy and fuck her to pieces.
Suddenly, her cunt tightened with pleasure. And she hadn't been thinking of Randy at all.
CHAPTER TWO
Debby was thrown onto a dirty mattress in the back room of an abandoned house. Her terror renewed itself when she looked around. The room was filthy, with beer cans everywhere. In one corner lay a mound of motorcycle pans, an open box of tools and greasy looking cans. The room was lighted with several candles that cast shadows on the peeling walls.
"OK, let's get these fucking clothes off," Tony said, yanking at her blouse.
After he tore it away, exposing her upturned breasts, he tugged at her skirt. It also gave with a ripping sound.
"Hey, you're all right," he said, looking hungrily at her naked body.
Debby couldn't imagine being more humiliated. He gazed at her as if she were a piece of meat, and not a human at all. He stared at the area of her cunt. Slowly, his mouth opened and he ran the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip.