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CHAPTER 3
Tailgate Party!
Another dousing of icy water shook her awake; she coughed and spluttered as the cold liquid cascaded down her body soaking her to the skin her nipples responding forcefully against the tight suit. Someone was behind her and she felt something being slipped over her head and then tighten sharply round her throat, A voice rasped in her ear “No funny business or…..” and she felt the thin steel wire tighten further cutting into her skin.
“Ok, OK” she replied and the wire loosened slightly.
“Cut her down” said the voice and silently several men moved forward, Suzzanne stayed motionless waiting for them to make their move. The man with rotten teeth produced a long thin blade and sliding his hand under the leg of her suit began to slit the fabric. Despite its durability the bio-responsive fabric was not indestructible and yielded to the blade as he ran it up her flank to her armpit and then along the underside of her arm to the wrist. The suit fell away from her breast as he then cut from her armpit to her neck and the men murmured appreciatively. Moving around he carried out the same operation on the other side and the garment fell away exposing Suzzanne’s curvaceous femininity to their gaze. She was unable to do anything to cover her modesty and could almost feel their eyes crawling over her, lingering on the breasts and neatly trimmed mons. Although she had taken a severe beating with the hose her body showed little sign of it externally. The man then took the knife and slit the laces of her jungle boots pulling them off and throwing them to one side. The other men now moved in and began to fasten manacles around her wrists. The she felt their hands on her body as they took hold of her and the thin man sliced the straps around her wrists. The branch whipped back into the trees and Suzzanne collapsed into their grasp as the tension was released. Swiftly the men fastened the manacles around her wrists to a length of chain around her waist before lowering her to the ground. Her ankles were still fastened to the trunk sections and the men paired off to secure her legs. On each side one of the pair fastened a manacle around the ankle before the other cut the strap. Hauling her to her feet they half dragged, half carried her towards a group of vehicles across the clearing.
“Where are you taking me” she asked, the wire noose jerked and the voice said “a pussy party!”
Their plans now clear she replied “Goldhill wants me for information if you kill me he won’t be pleased”
The voice laughed “The American won’t be back till morning and don’t worry we don’t plan on killing you!!”
Arriving at the vehicles Suzzanne was pull towards the back of a pickup truck, pushed against the tailgate her wrists were re-secured to tie downs on the bed of the truck and she was bent forward over the lowered tailgate. The men then turned their attention to her ankles, the man holding the noose must have read her mind, it tightened and the voice said “don’t even think about kicking out”. Pulling her ankles apart the men secured them to some unseen part of the truck and stepped back. Leaning forward the “Voice” slipped the noose from over her head and she could feel him gratuitously pushing his hips against her bare buttocks as he did so. “Ready to party?” he hissed in her ear, she said nothing. His hands began to roughly knead her buttocks his thick rough fingers digging into the firm mounds “Nice eh boys?” he laughed and an appreciative murmur ran through the men
“Go on Panch, you were a farmer, plough that furrow!” call one of the men and a raucous laugh rang around the camp. Knowing what was to come Suzzanne gritted her teeth as she felt his fingers slid between her legs and began to probe her pussy, one thick digit ran along the line of her pussy before being pushed forcibly between her soft lips, she gasped as the finger pushed deep inside her before withdrawing,
“No need for the grease boys she ready to go” and Suzzanne felt her face flush with embarrassment even though none of the men could see her. She heard a zipper and then “Panch” was positioning himself behind her, she felt his fingers grope under her spreading her sex and then with a grunt his pushed his rigid cock into her. He was thick and hard as he filled her but she made no response and slightly surprised he said “how do you like that missy can you manage my plough?” his voice laced with bravado.
Suzzanne looked back over her shoulder and said mockingly “Why are you in yet?”
The men roared and the man’s sweaty face clouded with anger, “Why you bitch” and grabbing her hips he began to pound into her pussy. His pumping cock filled her and he was going very deep with each stroke but she wasn’t going to let him know that, she clenched her fists and braced herself against the assault. Suddenly he let out a loud exhalation and his pumping slowed and she could feel the broad member jerking inside her as he came.
“Oh that was good” he gasped as his thrusting stopped and he withdrew his still firm member “she’s tight and wet” he crowed, who’s next?” Suzzanne could hear the men jostling and bantering, twisting around she saw the man with the bad teeth step forward, he grinned again showing his decaying teeth as he stepped behind her and began to unbuckle his jeans. Turning away she prepared herself for the next onslaught on her sex. She felt his hands grip her hips and then the hot tip of his cock fumbling across the slick lips of her pussy before parting them and entering her uninvited. He was smaller than Panch but must have been longer as he took great pleasure in slowly sliding his length in an out. She laid still, her head against the dusty flat bed and after a moment he must have realised she wasn’t moving because his hands suddenly gripped her buttocks and he dug his sharp nails into the plump flesh. Suzzanne squealed and bucked at the sudden pain and tried to twist away but this only encouraged him as he began to slap and pinch her as he fucked her. As his thrusting increased his breathing became rasping and he moaned deeply as the curvy agent squirmed and twisted impaled on his long cock. She could hear the men cat calling, egging him on to make her dance and as his fingers dug deeper into her he silently unloaded deep into her pussy. He withdrew quickly and with a low “thanks baby” he slapped her hard across the bottom causing her to jerk forward and let out a loud “Owwww!
The third man stepped forward and turning to the group said “I not having your leavings, she been well opened now, I’m gonna go where it’s tight, pass me that grease”. Realising his intent Suzzanne began to struggle wriggling her hips trying to make herself a moving target. The man laughed “ your jiggling butt is just making me harder and hornier baby so keep still, you ain’t gonna stop me having what I want” and she felt his fingers push between her cheeks as he smeared her puckered ring with grease, his slippery finger penetrating her, coating her deep inside. Suzzanne twisted around “Please no not there” she pleaded.
“Sorry Sister, your tight little ass is just too good to pass up” and he turned back to the men “Boys give the lady something to bite down on, I’m gonna ream her good” and the sound of noisy laughter filled her ears again. She was aware of the men coming in close as her buttocks were spread in preparation, he was leaning against her now pinning her firmly against the tailgate and she felt his cock begun to nuzzle her slippery ring , “No ,No “ she mouthed silently. The men jeering now encouraging her tormentor, she felt him begin to push and she knew she had to relax to allow him in , but even then she new it was going to hurt. She cried out as he penetrated her and tears formed in the corners of her eyes from pain and shame. The men cheered as he slid the full length of his cock into her. Slowly he began to slide in and out of her and she felt like she was being torn apart, she dug her nails into the palms of her hands as his speed increased until he was pumping strongly in and out of her , puffing out his cheeks and blowing out with each inward stroke like and athlete. Suzzanne was now whimpering and crying out with each thrust as the man suddenly threw his head back and cried “Oh God oh god!” and she felt his cock swell momentarily before pulsing inside her . The men all cheered loudly at the spectacle and the man made her cried out one last time as he whipped out his greasy member proclaiming “I’m done, time for beer boys”.
The men continued to laugh and shout as they moved away from around the limp form. Suzzanne sobbed silently, the pain in her ring was slowly subsiding and she could feel the results of the previous intrusions trickling down her inner thighs, spotted in the dust between her legs were dark damp blobs. She tugged against the unyielding chains; she would kill all of them if she could get free. The men now stood in a huddle and she could hear bottles being cracked and gulps and burps as the men greedily consumed the beer. She knew they would be back to revisit her and the alcohol would only add fuel to their lust. Sure enough after a lot of shouting, swearing and some minor scuffles one of the men wandered over to where Suzzanne lay restrained. He slapped her arse jerking her alert “hey pretty thing wanna play” he slurred.
“Fuck off” came the reply.
Undeterred he continued “well baby if that’s your attitude, fuck you too” and he swigged the last mouthful of beer from the bottled before trailing the cold glass over her back and down towards her round cheeks “Old Del reamed you good, I bet you liked it really?”. Suzzanne turned her head away from the drunk. “Hey don’t you ignore me bitch, you think you’re better than me do ya, well we’ll see” and placing the flat of his hand on the base of her spine he proceeded to force the bottle neck between her still greasy buttocks. At once she tried to struggle away but she was clearly at a disadvantage and the bottle slipped smoothly in up to the shoulder.
“You bastard, you’re a dead man” she growled.
He laughed and gripping the base of the bottle pushed harder. The neck was slim but the widening shoulder of the bottle was beginning to make itself felt and Suzzanne protested “Stop, stop it you fucker”.
Ignoring her, the man continued until only the bottom three inches of the bottle protruded from the agent’s tortured anus, the pain was intense and she fought not to cry out. Seeing that she could not expel the intruder he reached for a second bottle, he waved it before her “guess where this is going bitch?” and she felt him fumble under her spread legs before the cold thick base of the bottle was forced between her sticky lips.
Suzzanne was shouting now, “Stop, No, Stop get off me you bastard”.
The other men were now aware of the commotion, one of called over “Hey Clint what you doing? don’t bust her up we ain’t finished”. Suddenly a pistol shot cracked the air, the men spun around as Goldhill walked into the pool of light
“What the fuck is going on here?”
“Just a little entertainment Mr Goldhill, no harm done” said Panch nervously.
Goldhill looked across to the truck; spread across the tailgate was a naked Agent Midsummer, her buttocks red and marred by nail and scratch marks, a beer bottle protruded from her tightly stretched anus whilst one of the men was holding the neck of another bottle which was half way up her pussy.
“And what the fuck are you doing?”
The man mumbled nervously, “Err nothing boss, just playin’”
“Playing?” said Goldhill coldly, his voice was thin and rasping as he tried to control his anger then without warning he levelled the pistol at the man and fired. Clint slumped forwards onto the ground, the dust rising around him as he hit the ground, the bottle slipping from Suzzanne’s pussy into the pool of dark blood spreading around his head. The other men backed away towards the shadows.
“You fucking numbnuts, she’s a fucking enemy agent sent here to do god knows what, she could kill you all if she got free, she’s not some dopey fuck toy like you chase in town, now clear up this mess, get her ready for transport, I’ve orders she’s to be take back to the villa, now move !!”
Two men quickly picked up the body, dragging it roughly away before covering it with a torn tarp. Suzzanne watched the frenzied activity Goldhill’s intervention had bought and although it had saved her any more torment at the hands of the roughnecks she was sure her treatment at “The Villa” would be no picnic. Panch appeared beside her holding a pad of dirty white cloth in his palm, she knew what it was and tried to pull away as his massive hand gripped her pony tail before yanking her head back and forcing the pad over her nose and mouth, “Night, night! was the last thing she heard as the pungent vapours filled her lungs and she passed out.
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