The Predator Ch. 11

Mel Ott pulled up in front of a local bar, intending to get himself a beer. Actually he planned to have a bunch of beers. Before he could get out of his car, an acquaintance of his named Pete Butler walked up to his car, looking angry.

"Hey, Pete..." Mel said as he got out of his car. "How ya' doin'?" Mel was pretty sure the reason Pete looked pissed was because he owed him a hundred bucks. And Pete, a huge, strong man, was nobody to have angry with you.

"Don't give me that fuckin' 'Hey Pete' shit!" the bigger man grumbled.

"Come on, man, what's buggin' you?" Mel asked, even though he knew. Pete might be bigger and stronger than he was, but Mel figured he was lots smarter than Pete.

"You tol' me you was gonna have my hundred bucks last week," Pete growled.

Mel had seen Pete in action in a bar brawl one night, and knew the amount of harm the huge man could do to other human beings. He knew it wasn't a good idea to make Pete any angrier than he already was.

"Yeah, I did," Mel replied, "but that rich bitch I was workin' for got a hair across her tight little ass and fired me."

"Ain't my problem," Pete replied, glowering at Mel, "the hundred you owe me is, though."

"Pete, you know I'm good for the money," Mel said. "Shit, I got some deals goin' right now. I oughta have it in a couple of weeks."

"Yeah, well, I don't want it in a couple of weeks," Pete said, "I fuckin' want it now!"

"Come on, Pete, we been friends a long time! Can't you cut me a break here?" Mel said. This wasn't going the way he thought it would. He had to come up with something quick, or he was going to get hurt and hurt bad.

"I ain't gonna wait," Pete said. "You told me you'd have it this week, where is it?"

Mel thought furiously. How was he going to get Pete off his back? Then an idea came to him. He smiled. "Look, I ain't got the money, but I think I got something you might like even better."

"Like what?" Pete said. "It goddamn well better be pretty goddamn good. Worth a hundred bucks."

"Hey, Pete, we're friends and what I'm about to offer you will prove that," Mel said. The more he thought about what he planned to do, the more he liked it.

He had almost convinced himself that Donna was somehow responsible for his getting fired and he wanted to do something get even with her for that, and to let her know in no uncertain terms that he was still the one who called the shots. He smiled. Yeah, he'd show the fucking little bitch. She'd learn to rat him out and get him fired.

"Come on, buddy, get in my car," Mel said. "You're really gonna love what I'm gonna do for you."

Pete got in. Mel slid behind the wheel, started the engine, and roared out of the parking lot in a cloud of blue smoke.

Jennifer had driven Donna home after they got back from picking up the feed and storing it. The young woman stood in her apartment window and watched as Jennifer backed out of her driveway. "Today was a lot of fun," she thought. "Jennifer is a really neat lady."

After her employer was gone, she took a shower. Then, wearing only a bathrobe, she started for the living room, planning to stretch out on the sofa and watch TV. She'd just gotten settled on her sofa when she heard a car pull into her driveway.

"Who the heck is that?" she wondered.

Mel walked up the stairs and banged on the door to Donna's apartment. He'd told Pete to wait in the car until he got things organized. Pete was even more excited than Mel expected when he told him he'd be fucking a nice young chick.

"Jeez, Mel, you mean she likes fuckin' guys our age?" the big man asked.

"You better believe it! She's the hottest piece of ass I ever had," Mel replied. "You're in for the fuck of your life, my man."

It bugged Mel that Donna hadn't answered the door right away. "Hey, sweetie," he called. "I know you're in there. Don't you try hiding on me."

"Oh, God, no!" Donna thought, shuddering. Tears starting flowing from her eyes when she heard Mel's voice. "Not now, not again!"

"Come on, sweetie!" Mel yelled. "You know why I'm here. Open the fuckin' door!"

Donna, her legs trembling, started for the door. She had to let Mel in. If he stayed outside her door, yelling like that, her neighbors might call the police, and that would only get her in more trouble. She opened the door and stepped back as Mel walked in.

Mel realized she was only wearing a robe and smiled. "Hey, sweetie, you're lookin' good," he said. "I like that robe. Was you waitin' for me to come over?"

"Noooooo!!!" Donna moaned softly. She backed to the sofa and sank down on it.

Smiling smugly, Mel walked across the living room, plopped down on the sofa next to Donna, and began fondling her breasts through her robe.

She couldn't believe that, once more, this crude man was exercising his control over her, humiliating her.

Mel spread her robe open so he could touch her bare flesh. "I been hornier than a fuckin' Billy goat all afternoon," he said, "so I figured you might want to get it on."

Mel shoved his hand between Donna's legs and began probing at her vagina. "You like havin' me stop by, you just don't wanna admit it," he muttered.

"Unnnnnhhhhhhh!!!" Donna moaned. She let herself go limp, trying to avoid as much pain as possible, even though her body began to quiver. As disgusting and degrading as this was, she didn't dare resist him. She was sure that would lead to even worse consequences.

Mel mistook the reason for Donna's groan. "I can't believe it!" he said as he opened his pants and pulled out his cock. "I touch you a little, and right away you're hot as hell." He pulled his hand away from her, stood up, and smiled down at her. "Lay back, sweetie. Let old Mel give you what you want."

Resigned to further humiliation, Donna did as she was told. She closed her eyes, trying to blink away her tears. She felt Mel move onto the couch then he pushed her legs apart and, without warning, plunged his erect cock into her.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!" Donna groaned when Mel's cock jabbed painfully into her dry vagina.

"See," Mel smirked as he pounded his cock into her, "You really do like this, doncha, sweetie?"

"I hate you! You make me want to vomit! I wish there was some way I could kill you!" Donna thought, but all that came from her were soft moans as Mel's pounding hips thudded against her.

"Yeah, sweetie, you sure are one fine piece of ass," Mel chortled. He grabbed her breasts and began squeezing them roughly. "I can't believe how goddamn tight you are!"

Mel's grip on Donna's breasts was painful but, somehow, the pain made it a bit easier for her to deal with what was happening to her.

Mel continued thudding against her, his face red, his muscles straining. Then he stiffened. "Yeahhhhh!!!! Oh, yeahhhhhhhh!!!!" he yelled, erupting, his come bathing Donna's insides with heat.

Following the instructions Mel gave him, Pete waited in the car for a few minutes, then he followed his friend into the apartment building and went up the stairs to the apartment Mel told him to go to. He entered the apartment through the door, which Mel had left unlocked.

Once Pete was in the apartment, he stood there, wide-eyed and breathing hard, staring at the couple on the sofa. His cock began to swell the minute he saw what was going on. Mel and some girl were actually fucking right there in front of him! Pete couldn't help himself. He began stroking his cock as the erotic spectacle continued to unfold in front of him.

After Mel finished, Donna lay on the sofa with her eyes closed. She felt Mel pull his cock out of her and climb off. She hoped he'd leave now that he'd gotten what he wanted.

"Jeez, Mel, you wasn't kidding, was you?" a deep male voice rasped. "And she is a goddamn fox, too, just like you said."

Donna, startled, was sure she heard another man's voice. She groaned inwardly. Not two men! Not again!

"Hey, my man, you know I don't kid around about stuff like this," Mel replied.

Donna opened her eyes and saw that, in fact, another man was standing in her living room. A big man, and he held his huge, swollen cock in his hand. She struggled into a sitting position, trying to pull her robe over her to cover her nakedness.

"Sweetie, I want you to meet my pal, Pete," Mel said. "I invited him over so you could show him a little fun. You know, like you did for Floyd the other night."

"Noooooo!!" Donna shrank back against the cushions of the sofa. "Please, Mel, not again!!! Don't...don't make me do that again!"

"Hey, what the hell's going on?" Mel demanded. "I thought you said she liked this shit. It sure as hell don't sound that way to me." He was on parole for armed robbery and didn't want to take any chances on getting busted for rape.

"Don't worry, Pete," Mel said. "She always acts like she don't want it, but you seen how much she liked it when I was pourin' the pork to her, didn't ya?"

Pete nodded and continued stroking his hard cock. "Yeah, I guess I did," he replied.

"Go on over," Mel said, "Donna would love to give you a blow-job, wouldn't ya, sweetie?"

"Please!!! No!!" Donna said.

Mel walked to the sofa, grabbed Donna by the hair, and turned her face to his. "You do what I tell you, you fucking bitch!" he hissed. "You know what's gonna happen if you don't doncha?"

Donna felt helpless. She had no choice but to do whatever Mel wanted, and there was nothing she could do about it.

"Come on over, Pete," Mel said. "She's ready now. Sweetie, here, gives great head, you'll see."

Stiff-legged, Pete moved across the room until he was standing next to the sofa.

Donna stared at him, but didn't move.

Mel slapped her face. "Go on, bitch, suck his cock!" he ordered.

Her hands trembling, Donna took hold of Pete's throbbing cock. It was huge! Choking back sobs, she took the swollen organ between her lips. Pete groaned, his hands wrapped around her head, and he began fucking the long, thick shaft into her mouth, almost gagging her.

"Shitttttt!!! Oh, shitttttt!!!!" he groaned. "I don't believe it!!! Oh shitttt!!!!"

Mel wasn't going to be left out. Watching the girl sucking his friend's cock was getting him hard again. He slapped Donna on the ass. "Get on your hands and knees!" he ordered.

Donna did as she was told. After she was on her knees on the sofa, and Pete was still fucking his massive pole into her mouth, the sofa moved, then she felt Mel's hands on her ass.

"She's got a nice ass, Pete," Mel said, rubbing Donna's bottom. "A real nice ass."

"Damn! Oh, Damn!!" Pete groaned as he fucked Donna's mouth. "Jeez, I can't believe this!!! I don't fuckin' believe this!"

Donna felt Mel's cock sliding into her from the rear. She'd never been more humiliated and used in her life.

"Goddamn!!! Oh, shit!!! Oh, shit!!!" Pete screamed as he exploded his come into Donna's mouth.

Donna didn't swallow any of the stuff the man shot into her, so a lot of it seeped out, ran down her chin, and dribbled onto her sofa. Mel might be able to force her to give his friend a blow-job, but he couldn't make her swallow it, and she didn't, even though the fluids spraying into her oral cavity almost made her gag.

Pete pulled his now-flaccid cock out of Donna's mouth, staggered back to a chair and flopped into it. "Goddam, Mel! That was fuckin' wild!" he exclaimed.

Mel continued jamming his cock into Donna. She felt it and heard him puffing, and just wanted it all to be over.

"Am I gonna get to fuck her, too?" Pete asked.

"Shit, yeah," Mel replied. "You're gonna love it, too. Her cunt's tight as a fuckin' virgin's."

Pete watched his friend continue to drive his cock into the lithe girl's body. Soon Pete's cock began to rise proudly from his groin once more.

Mel saw that his Pete had a hard-on again. "Wanna fuck her now, Pete?" he asked.

"Yeah!" Pete said, a feral smile forming on his face. He stood up and, preceded by his waving cock, started toward the sofa.

Mel pulled his cock out of Donna and got off the sofa. "You fuck Pete good, sweetie, you hear?" he said. "Take it from me, he ain't nobody you wanna piss off."

Tears dripped from Donna's eyes as she felt the sofa sink under Pete's weight. Then she gasped when his prong plowed into her. He was huge! She felt as if he was going to tear her open! She groaned softly and her tears fell harder.

Mel moved to the end of the sofa where Donna's head was and slapped his still-erect cock against her cheek. "Suck me off!" he ordered. "And play with my balls, too!"

Donna took Mel's cock into her mouth and began rolling his balls in her hand while at the same time she could feel the forceful thrusts of Pete's dong.

Mel and Pete smiled at each other over Donna's back as they jabbed their shafts into her from both ends.

"Told you she was somethin' didn't I, Pete?" Mel said.

"Yeah! Oh, shit! Yeah!!" Pete replied. "Goddamn!!!! I'm gonna come again! Jeez, is she ever tight!" His face got red, his neck muscles strained, and his fingers dug into Donna's soft flesh, making red marks on her skin as he thudded against her with increased intensity.

"Gahhhhhhhh!!!! Jeeeeeezzz!!!! Gahhhhhhhh!!!!" Pete yelled when erupted into Donna, adding his fluids to those Mel had spewed into her earlier.

"Yeahhhhhhh!!! Oh, shit, yeahhhhhhhhh!!!!" Mel cried when he spouted his juices into the sobbing young woman's mouth.

The two men pulled their cocks from Donna and stood next to the sofa, straightening their clothes.

"Told you she was a helluva piece of ass, didn't I, Pete?" Mel said.

"She's fuckin' fantastic," Pete said. "Damn, Mel, she's about the prettiest think I ever fucked."

"Yeah, that's what I think, too," Mel said. "This square up that hundred I owed you?"

"Fuckin'-A!" Pete answered. "There any way we can do this again?"

Mel looked pensive. "Jeez, I don't know," said. Then he smiled at his friend. "Tell you what, Pete," he continued, "I don't see no reason why not. But it'll cost you more than a hundred. Sweetie, here, is worth more than a hundred bucks, don't you think?"

"Yeah, sure," Pete replied. "Whatever you want, I'll pay it!"

Donna huddled on the sofa, hugging herself. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Mel had used her to pay off a debt! And now he was telling his friend he'd be able to fuck her again if he paid Mel to let him do it. He'd turned her into a prostitute!

"Remember, sweetie," Mel told Donna, "Me and Pete want to come over again, you damn well better be ready."

Donna couldn't answer. She was sobbing uncontrollably. She remained on the sofa with her eyes closed and heard her apartment door slam and the sound of a car leaving the driveway. Even then, she stayed on the sofa, sobbing.