Jack figures it's payback time.

Jack looks down at your smirking face with an angry glare of his own.

"You really don't know how to shut that fucking mouth do you bitch?"

He lifts you to your feet and walks you back to the pool table. As he bends you over it he calls out to Trevor.

"Bring me the bag. I think this kinky bitch wants the full monte!"

You wiggle underneath Jack but he just grabs both your wrists and holds them behind your back to keep you still. He leans against your backside and places both of his legs between yours using his leverage to slowly spread them a shoulder-width apart.

"Don't worry honey, you're gonna be the center of attention just as you like."

Right at that moment, you hear a jangling noise as something thunks down on the table to your right. You try but cannot twist your head around far enough to see what it is. Jack crosses your arms behind your back so he only needs one hand to hold them in place. You hear something unlatch followed by a rustling noise.

"That's what we need, Trevor," you hear Jack say as he pushes your hands to the middle of your back. "Give me a foot or two."

You hear a screechy peeling noise followed by a loud rip. You start furiously wiggling again as you feel him begin to wrap the duct tape around your forearms keeping them tightly bound together. Trevor walks to the far of the table, stuffs a crimson ball gag into your mouth, and secures the straps behind your head. He bends over the table until his face is a few inches from yours.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I bet you'll enjoy this. Now, all we have to hear is your moaning and groaning."

"If anyone needs drinks or food, our waitress is going to be busy for a while. Help yourselves. I know I'm going to," Jack announces to the room.

You try to yell at him but the gag makes it pretty unintelligible. You feel two fingers slip inside you as he makes sure you are still good and wet. Then they retreat and you hear a zipper sound from behind which you suspect is Jack getting ready. Junior's voice rings across the basement at that point.

"I told you to watch your mouth, Halle. Jack can be a real asshole. Why else do you think he's here getting ready to fuck you instead of at home with his wife?"

You hear the guys all laugh as you feel his cockhead touch the entrance to your wet slit. Trevor looks you in the eyes.

"Damn you look so hot there, Halle. I hope you're a screamer. Put on a good show and I'll be ready for another go in no time!"

You start to grunt a smartass reply but it's cut off as your eyes go wide. You scream into the gag as Jack's hard organ slams deep inside your **** pussy. He feels huge! Your hips shift back and forth as you try to adjust to his girth and you can't help but grunt loudly as he plumbs the depths of your tight, wet hole. He grabs hold of your hips and holds you against the table making sure you can't thrash too much.

"That's all we should ever hear from that mouth slut," he growls as his rod pounds in and out of you. He shows no mercy and no care for your comfort as he pummels you, obviously enjoying the control as much as the feeling of your pussy hugging his invading member. You watch as Trevor pulls up a stool and gets his dick out, slowly stroking it. You start to moan into the gag as your eyes begin to cross due to Jack's animalistic pounding and the pleasure signals overwhelming your brain.

"See?" You hear him grunt as he ravages you from behind. "Just another slut. Get a hard one in her and she's docile as a lamb."

You can feel your juices leaking onto your thighs as you continue to moan. You just don't have the strength to do anything else but lay there and take it. His rhythmic thrusts keep getting faster and harder as you hear Trevor goad him on but with the blood rushing in your ears, you can't quite understand what he's saying. Then you feel your assailant slap your ass hard a few times, then he yells something, grips your hips, and slams deep inside your tamed cunt. It clamps around him hard as you explode forcefully, soaking his rigid cock. He yells in triumph as you go limp on the table spent. Then he pulls back, almost totally out of you.

"I think the little bitch is tired."

He waits a moment while you mewl softly, then slams his cock deep inside you one last time. You scream into the gag, not in pain but a mix of shock and surprise thinking it already over. You feel his member unload deep inside you, filling your womb with what feels like gallons of cum. You groan loudly, then all but out of breath begin slowly drooling around the gag, onto the playing surface. You feel him slap your ass again but you just don't have the energy to do anything. You lay there slowly breathing as you try to recover some energy. He grabs both your asscheeks and squeezes one last time.

"You're an OK ride Halle but I probably should have tried the blowjob," he taunts as he wipes his cock on your skirt. "Your pussy just isn't anything special."

You hear Trevor laughing as he pulls the gag from your mouth. You just glance up at him, unsure what to say if anything. He walks behind you and laughs.

"Damn, Jack dumped a huge load inside you. You might be leaking for days."

Then he raises his voice, "What do we do with her now?"

Jack replies, "I say we just leave her there. I mean she looks so comfy."

Then you hear Junior's booming voice.

"Are you two done using her?"

Trevor replies, "I'll be ready for another go sometime soon."

"Then call her back down when you're ready or go fuck her up there. Keep it in the house and you'll be OK," Junior replies sounding almost bored.

You grunt in pain a bit as one of them rips the tape from your arms. Your arms fall to your sides as you lay there for a few moments longer recovering when you hear Trevor talking to the guys.

"OK, she's loose," he says as he tosses the tape in the trash and heads over to the sofa.

You stagger to your feet and see the two guys sitting on the couch and Junior in his chair, all watching the game and ignoring you now.

"I'm going upstairs," you mumble.

Junior gestures toward the steps and continues watching the game. You stagger up the staircase feeling exhausted. Crossing the kitchen, you grab a joint from the drawer, wander out and collapse onto a table on the deck. You grab a cushion off a chair, slide it under your head, and lay back in the fading evening light as you take a long drag.

You pay no attention to the fact the remains of your blouse are lying at your sides and your breasts are on display to the world. It's getting too dark for Peeping Toms anyway you figure. The only thought roaming your head at the moment is how long it'll be before they call you again. Maybe if you pass out they'll leave you alone? You take another big hit, enjoying the buzz and trying to ignore the feeling of Jack's jizz leaking from your overstimulated pussy onto the tabletop below you. Then you hear the speaker turn on again.

"You're good for at least 15 minutes, Halle," you hear Junior's voice bellow from it. "You may want a drink or two between now and then though, honey."

You hear him chuckle and the speaker goes quiet but you notice the light stays on. You strain to listen as the guys begin talking among themselves again. . .