Could it be possible that this was the same cock that had given her so much pleasure? The same delicious prick shaft that had fucked into her virgin pussy and flooded her with ecstasy she still dreamed of at flight?

No, his cock was a monster, an instrument of torture, meant to hurt and injure.

"Suck it good, baby, and I'll give you some hot cum to swallow down," Greg said, again lifting his body. He held his cockhead between her lips for a few seconds, then lunged back down. He panted, his muscular body tightening, glistening with sweat.

Debby realized there was nothing she could do but lie there and be assaulted. What could she do? Her hands and feet were tied, and she was helpless against his overpowering strength. The strength she had once craved now filled her with revulsion and disgust. Well, maybe it will be over quickly, she thought. It had to be, the way his prick was throbbing so. And after he'd stuffed his horrible cum in her throat he would untie her and let her go.

Just try to endure it for a few more minutes, she told herself.

"Want to lick on my balls a little?" Greg asked, withdrawing his cock and squirming upward on her body. "Hmmmm? They're all nice and full of cum for you to eat, little slut."

When Debby felt the furry texture of his balls against her lips she again had to fight back a wave of nausea, if possible, they tasted even more vile than his cock. She pursed her lips and turned her head, closing her eyes in disgust.

"Hey, that's no way to treat an ol' fucking buddy," Greg said, his voice sharp. "You're gonna lick me all over and you're gonna fucking like it."

Debby felt his rough hands on her throat, squeezing her air off. After her face turned a mottled purple, she realized she would have to do anything he asked or he might kill her.