Chapter 4
"Let's take this party into the big room," Vin announced. He picked up the gun and then his bag from the kitchen floor. Waving the barrel, he ushered the group into the next room. "Bring your chairs," he ordered. Chip and the wives drug dining room chairs into the living room. Griffin pulled Molly along, after the others. Molly was pushed to the couch, and Griffin began helping his friend tie the others with rope from their bag.
The chairs were placed surrounding the center, each person across from the other. Chip was tied, arms behind his back, knees spread, with feet tied to the rear legs. A gag made up of Steph's gray panties was tied to his mouth. Both Cindy and Steph were tied with their arms stretched behind the chairs, and small pillows behind their backs to thrust their breasts upwards. Cindy's chest was much more impressive than Stephanie's, but Steph had enough to draw some attention, especially from Griff.. More rope was tossed behind their necks then tied off to each knee. After adjusting the ropes, both wife's knees became raised and parted, showing off, not just their bare, used, cunts, but the pink rosettes of their tight assholes. Cum wiped from the dining room table, was soaked into cloths, and used for Cindy and Steph's gags. The wives were humiliated, as all the men stared at their exposed and used cunts. Molly stayed, curled into a ball of fear, holding her knees to her chest, while the men arranged the floor. Vin drug all furniture off to the side, leaving the center of the room bare.
Griffin had left, moving down the hall to one of the bed rooms. He returned moments later, dragging with him the mattress from Stephanie and Rich's king-size bed. It landed with a 'Flop.', dead center of the living room floor. He stripped off his remaining clothes, proud and unashamed of his nudity. Chip, Cindy and Steph, knew, full well, the reason for the mattress. Molly was still clueless. Maybe she assumed, because of her young age, she would be spared. The protesting, gagged screams of the others, were telling her to run.
"Come, Molly," Griff said holding out his hand.
"No," she answered, shaking her head and scooting farther back on the couch.
"Yes," Griff said, before reaching down and jerking her up by the arm.
Molly stood, before the evil, naked, man. He was much taller, leaving her to stare at his hairy barrel chest. He jerked her into his arms. One hand held the back of her head, while the other the small of her back. He pulled her face up to his. She had to raise up on the toes of her pumps. He forced a kiss to her lips.
"Shit,' Griff remarked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, 'You taste like cock!" He turned to his friend; "Hey, Big Osama, bring me a bottle of that wine. We need to wash her slutty, mouth out." Vin returned with a full bottle of Steph's red wine. Molly did not drink much, though her mother would let her have a small glass, here and there. "Drink this," Griff ordered, pressing the bottle into her hand. Molly just stood there, staring at the green bottle. She looked across the room. Her mom, Cindy, and Chip were jerking in their chairs, yelling unintelligible words through their gags.
"Don't look at them, Girl. You better look at me. I'm in charge here; Well, me and Vin. You either drink that bottle, or I'll shove it up your mother's ass and get you another!" Griff warned the girl.
Reluctantly, Molly moved the bottle to her quivering lips. She sipped a little bit. It was sweet but held a bitter aftertaste. After 3 more small, swallows, she lowered the bottle.
"Oh, no, Honey Bee, that's not enough to get the taste of cock from your whore mouth; More. I'm not waiting all night. Drink it!"
Sobbing, Molly placed the bottle back to her lips, taking a few more, longer swallows. Suddenly the bottom of the bottle was raised, and the wine flooded down her throat. She gagged, sputtering. Some wine trickled from her lips.
"Don't you spill a drop, Bitch. Swallow it. Just like you did Chip's cock. I want it all gone!" Griff insisted.
Molly took the bottle from his hand, keeping it to her lips, and obediently guzzled the whole bottle down.
"That's a good girl. Look at her throat,' Griff told Chip and Vin, 'Isn't it sexy when she swallows like that?"
Once the bottle was emptied, Molly burped, and handed it back to Griff. He tossed it to Vin. Vin eyed the empty bottle, then winked evilly at Steph. Molly was back in Griffen's arms. Again, Griff pulled her face to his own. This time he only tasted sweet wine with the kiss. Molly tried to push away on his hairy chest, but the man was too strong. She had never been kissed like this. It was so raw and brutal. Feeling the effects of the wine, she even kissed him back some. It was like some kind of curious test. The result of the returned kiss was the movement of the thick member between her thighs. It slithered along her inner thighs. Molly could feel its heat. Her back was turned towards Chip. Molly was unaware of his eyes on her.
Chip watched, helpless, as the man played with the young girl's body. Both of Griffin's hands had moved down her lower back, pulling her smaller body closer to his own. The large fingers began to knead and massage the tight, mound of her ass. As he forced more kisses to her lips, his thumbs slipped under the hem of her short, turquoise dress. Slowly, the hem was worked up her smooth, athletic, thighs. Each half inch, unveiled more of her creamy white skin. Chip licked his dry lips, when the first curve of her lower buttocks appeared. More and more flesh began to show, as the dress rose higher. Next came the tease from a pair of dark blue, bikini panties.
They hugged the girl's young, tight, cheeks. Suddenly the dress was up past her hips, tangled around her small waist. The whole, beautiful, pantie-covered, ass was shining. The dark crease in the material, wondrously parted each cheek. 'Fuck,' Chip said to himself. The large man easily hefted Molly up by the ass. Her heels were off the floor. His strong fingers were embedded in those cheeks, pulling them apart for the panties to bunch in. More of her white cheeks were exposed. Between and below them moved the head of Griffin's hard cock.
Griffin dropped Molly down. When she went to straighten her dress, he slapped her hands away. "No! You leave them like that. Go...Go to Vin. Tell him to remove your bra." He could hear both Steph and Cindy complaining in the background.
Molly stood, frozen, unsure what to do. She saw the hulking, nude, black man. He was running the flat side of his blade up and down Cindy's left breast; Almost as if sharpening it on a strap. Molly read the fear on the woman's face. Finally, with the hem of her dress still around her waist, dark blue, panties shining for everyone, she walked to Vin. The man smiled wide, showing off a full mouth of white teeth. He placed both hands in the front of her dress, and pulled her close.
"What do you say?" he asked.
Molly swallowed hard. "Re...Remove my bra," she stuttered.
"Oh, I'll do that and much more, Girl," he replied.
Chip could not help but get hard. Every time he glanced at Steph, she blushed in embarrassment. His mouth watered at her cunt and asshole, spread out before him; The perfect buffet. Chip inhaled her scent from is face. Then there was Molly. She had walked right past him with the hem of the turquoise dress up around her waist. That ass, so young and tight, perfectly shaped; To die for. It was so hot, listening to her ask the black man to remove her bra. That dress, it was in the way of that. Chip knew it would be coming off. He tried not to glance at Cindy, but she too was hot. The way they had her tied to the chair, pushed up and out, magnified her magnificent breasts. When he did glance, she was staring straight at his erection, daggers shooting from her eyes. Chip ignored her. What more could he do? His mind was totally controlled by arousal.
Molly was turned around, her back to Vin. Even with her red, teary, eyes, with those long, dirty blondes, ringlets, she looked so hot. Chip heard the soft whisper of a zipper. The turquoise dress grew slack. Vin's dark fingers eased the straps from her shoulders. Her legs trembled. Her fists clenched. She whimpered at the dress was brutally jerked down her legs. It crumpled at her heels. Above the dark blue, bikini panties, and her smooth white belly, was a white, strapless bra. It had full cups, that hid her 34B breasts. Not for long. Vin's dark fingers came around her shoulders. They moved to the center of the bra, tugging the material together, mashing her tits, until the front catch was released. As it fell, Molly's reflex reaction was to cover her flesh. Vin's hands quickly snatched her wrists, jerked them down and back, holding them tightly behind her back.
"Now, now, show your tits to my friend, Girl," Vin said.
"Very nice," Griff commented, walking back towards Molly. Molly's breasts were pert and round, orange in shape, like her mothers, but larger in size. Griff reminded Steph. He sneered at Steph. "Your young daughter does have much better tits, Woman. Your boobies are nice, but way too fuckin' small to have much fun with! You need tits like your friend Cindy!" Steph just glared at him. "Now,' he said, reaching a hand up towards Molly, 'Let's see what they feel like."
"No," Molly whimpered. She struggled in Vin's grip, shuffling her heels, but unable to run. The man ran his fingers in her hair, drawing the long, dirty blonde, ringlets away from her face and breasts. They were like a curtain being parted for the opening show.
