It is hard to conceive in this day and age, and especially in our Western society, that individual human beings could be treated like mere chattel and worse.
Unfortunately,, however, there are examples to be found all around us. Migrant workers have long labored for a pittance, and are beaten or thrown out of their jobs if they protest their meager wages. Sharecroppers arc forced to turn over as much as half of their produce to land barons to pay off an ever-increasing debt whose termination they may never see.
And then there is Cindy Matthewson, the young girl in this story who is forced to enter the degrading, shadowy world of a crazed biker gang's sexual fantasies. She, having to accept the favors of men she despises, sinks into a pit of shame and humiliation with little hope of escape.
GANG-RAPED TEENAGER-a novel of warped men and the girls they use to satisfy their sinful cravings. An insight into one of the corruptive aspects of today's society.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
Cindy Matthewson looked nervously over her shoulder, pulling the white fur collar of her red woolen jacket more tightly around her neck. Those same bikers were following her, keeping at least three blocks behind her on the main avenue crowded with Christmas shopping traffic.
Her long black hair blew freely from under her white knit cap as the wind whistled through downtown Boston. Cindy's feet slipped and slid over the freezing slush as she threaded her way through the thick crowd, with difficulty. Maybe if she could lose herself in a crowded department store, she could shake those horrible men. They'd done nothing but bother her ever since they walked into the small bakery shop where she worked in on Boylston Street and started talking about her big tits and how they made her uniform stretch out so damned nice. Then they'd talked about her body-how narrow her waist was, how tight her ass was. And when they'd started speculating about whether or not she was a virgin and how tight her cunt was for a hard, biker-type fucking spree-well, Cindy couldn't take it.
Customers stared and smirked or walked away in horror. The last time was too much, and the young brunette had called the police. Oh, how those bikers looked at her when Boston's finest walked in and told the gang to get out or they'd be busted!
Ever since that night, two days ago, the gang had followed her down Boylston to the Commons, where she took the subway to her home in Quincy, some ten miles away. Cindy wanted to tell someone about that gang following her, menacing her, threatening her. But what could she say?
In the end, Cindy decided to say nothing, not wanting to upset her mother, who was still trying to cope with a recently runaway husband. That, plus the usual problems of trying to raise a sixteen-yearold, high-spirited daughter, was almost too much for the weak-willed Flora Matthewson.
"Hey, watch it!"
"Sorry," Cindy mumbled apologetically, having stumbled over another woman's feet. She was at the mouth of the MTA subway station. The warmth of the tunnel blew up from below and warmed her frozen face. No, the gang had apparently given up for the night. She could see no one on bikes nearby. Turning around, Cindy started down the steep concrete steps when a hand suddenly gripped her left arm, pulling her back against the wooden handrail.
"Ohhh!" the girl cried out in fear, twisting around jerkily to look wide-eyed at a tall, darkhaired man. "Mr. Maginn!"
"Just call me Jack. I've told you I don't like to be formal."
Cindy stared at the tall, darkly handsome man, wearing a full length brown leather coat tied tightly around his waist. Jack Maginn dressed impeccably, looking as if he'd just stepped out of an ad from a men's magazine. And yet, there was nothing prissy about him. His black shining eyes framed by a pair of bushy eyebrows meeting over his nose, his high cheeks, full black beard and moustache always made the perky brunette teenager think of him as a Cossack riding from the Ukraine into her life-or more accurately, her mother's. For Jack Maginn was the family's attorney, now trying to sort out the various financial obligations Cindy's father had incurred with his failing luggage business, before turning tail and running off.
"I-I'm sorry," Cindy stuttered, looking down shyly at her black boots, covered with patches of slush.
She always felt so embarrassed, so hot and funny down between her legs, when Jack Maginn stared at her like that. Maybe it was his voice, that rich, sonorous baritone rumbling through the air. Oh, how her white flesh quivered whenever Mr. Jack Maginn talked. And the way he looked at her! Sometimes, Cindy wanted to crawl into a hole when he was over discussing the various legal options open to her mother. He'd look at her over the papers, his eyes dancing mischievously in his handsome head, boring into her very soul, it seemed.
Then the young girl felt her flesh get hot and damp, her nipples grow long and hard and stiff, her virgin cunt knot up into sexual cramps and her panty crotch suddenly get all damp and sticky. Ohhhh, how her legs would tremble, so hard she couldn't stand up. It was a hot feeling, starting somewhere in the centers of her thighs and crawling up her flesh like an electric spark, until it reached her bloated cuntlips. How he looked at her then, his thick, sensuous lips curling up at the corners as if he could read her thoughts and was pleased with them.
Oh, if her mother even suspected what her daughter felt toward the young, thick-muscled lawyer ...
"It's early, only five," Jack said, holding out his hand and twisting it around to glance at his wristwatch. "Come on, I'll buy you a Coke or something. I've got to stay in town until eight, for a meeting." He made a face, then smiled broadly at the trembling teenager. He flashed that double row of perfectly straight white teeth.
Cindy almost fell to her knees with excitement. Jack Maginn was asking her-her-to stay with him for a while. The young brunette could hardly speak.
"Sure. I don't think my mom'll worry too much if I'm a little late."
Cindy was surprised at how deep her voice had suddenly become! Ohh, was this what happened to girls when they felt the way she did? Cindy had attended all those tiresome sex education classes. Those, plus all the conversations she had with her girlfriends in the john, told her enough about sexthat is, all she needed to know second-hand. Soon, the young brunette would be finding out what ... fucking . . . was all about from personal experience. But, no, no, that was wrong! Her mother had told her only bad girls let men fool around with their pussies, stick their hard dicks into their virgin cunts, break their cherries, then leave them pregnant!
Her mother had told her stories about women who let men fuck them, then leave them faster than a bullet when they find out they're pregnant. There was always a special look in her mother's eyes, whenever she started talking about men and women doing it together, and about men running away. Cindy always wondered if her father had been forced into marriage. Certainly there was little love between them ...
"Hey, stop looking so glum. Come on, it's only four days before Christmas. Pretty girls like you should be wearing smiles." Jack cupped her face in his big hands and smiled broadly at her.
Oh, what she would have given to feel those thick smiling lips pressed against hers, his hands smoothing down her body, ready to feel ...
No, it was terrible for her to be thinking such thoughts. She was a good girl, not one of those sluts her mother kept warning her about.
"Sorry," Cindy muttered, turning around and walking behind Jack as they climbed out of the MTA entrance. The young brunette looked through the thickening crowd on the Commons, wondering if those bikers had changed their minds and decided to hang around or follow her into the station. Well, if they did, they'd get the surprise of their lives. She was with a man, a real man who'd protect her against those horrible men, always eyeing her and making lewd suggestions.
"Come on. I've got a small apartment off Beacon," Jack said, taking her by the arm and leading her past the red brick Commons Church, up the steep hill and past rows of three-story darkred townhouses, stacked on top of one another.
Cindy always like this part of town. It was one of Boston's many links to the past. Stepping into this section of Beacon Hill was like losing two-hundred years. There was a calm-a dignity-about these old eighteenth-century brick and brownstone houses, shoved tightly together on either side of narrow, twisting streets. Both she and Jack walked briskly, their heads down, fighting the increasing wind from the north.
"In here," he said, running ahead of the girl, fishing his keys from his pocket and opening the tall white wood Federal-style door. Cindy stepped into the high-ceilinged hallway, shaking from the biting cold.
"Let me help you," Jack said after taking his coat off and flinging it onto a near-by chair. Cindy took off her cap and let Jack remove her heavy coat. It was warm and cozy in his apartment. As she moved from the hall to the richly furnished living room, Cindy could tell the young lawyer was extremely successful. She was impressed with the man, more and more. But something told her she shouldn't have accepted his invitation to come in and warm up. The young brunette felt herself attracted to him. She hoped he wouldn't try anything. Oh, how could she resist him if he did what part of her was begging him to-fuck her! Oh, what a horrible, horrible thing to be thinking of!
"Sit down, and I'll try calling your mother," Jack said easily, indicating a high-backed chair near the fireplace.
While Cindy sat and looked about the large room she heard Jack talking to her mother. If she only knew what was going on in her daughter's head, she'd be driving down as fast as she could to rescue her. But Flora Matthewson was a trusting woman, especially now; since many of her former friends only smirked at her recent marital and financial problems. No, she wouldn't mind if her daughter stayed for a while at the young lawyer's townhouse. In fact, she'd appreciate it if he'd drive her back, sparing her daughter the inconvenience and possible danger of taking the train to Quincy late in the evening.
"How about something to drink?" Jack said, hanging up the phone and moving toward his bar. There was a subtle change in his manner, in his tone of voice. He seemed a little more sure of himself now, more possessive of her. Cindy liked the change and, involuntarily, found herself sinking into the chair and rubbing the backs of her legs against the soft material. That gentle movement made her cuntlips rub together and tease her clit to semi-hardness.
"Just Coke," Cindy said, feeling her nipples getting so hard and stiff, pushing against the stiff material of her bra.
Was this what getting worked up sexually was about? Cindy didn't know if she liked it or not. It was uncomfortable, something she wasn't used to at all. She had to fight down the feelings taking over her body. She couldn't let this man see how excited she was getting. Cindy took a deep breath, working her plump, taut asscheeks into, the full cushion and smiling coyly at Jack.
"Come on. It's cold outside. The least you can do is have a little brandy," Jack said, pouring her half a glassful of the amber liquid and handing it to her. Cindy smiled, trying to act grown-up as she tipped the glass and swallowed some of it.
"Ohhh, it's good," the teenager said, smacking her lips softly and taking another drink.
Jack watched, narrowing his eyes and studying Cindy's reactions to the brandy while leaning on his elbows on the bar. The teenager settled back in the chair and crossed her legs suggestively at the knees, talking about her school and home life while drinking more and more of the liquor.
Cindy realized something was wrong with the situation suddenly. Jack was smiling, but his face had taken on another look. There was a frightening intensity in his eyes, a slight quivering in his cheeks. Even his position had changed-slightly, but enough to put the teenager on the alert.
He looked as if he were about to pounce on her. There was a tension about his body, and the air between the two of them seemed to grow thick, hot and charged with a kind of electricity. Cindy knew she should put down her glass and get up and go. Instead, the young brunette took another drink of the amber liquor, putting the glass down in her lap and breathing more heavily through her flared nostrils.
"No, no, I'd better not," Cindy said, covering her glass with her right hand.
What was he trying to do, get her drunk so he could fuck her? How awful! And yet, why did that strange tingle in her cunt seem worse now than before? She should be able to control herself better. But there she was, sitting alone with this big, virile man, only a few feet away, and feeling like a whore! Oh, how insistent that feeling was, building more and more with each passing second, until her cuntlips, asscheeks and flat belly felt all flushed and hot and heavy.
"Do you date much?" Jack asked, rubbing the rim of his glass along his upper lip and staring hotly at her.
"No, Momma says it's not good for a girl to go out too much. She says men are after only one thing . . . " Cindy's voice trailed off into a tremor. She lowered her eyes, staring hard at the green carpeting.
Oh, how her face was burning! She was certain her cheeks and forehead had to be a burning red! "You know, it's true," Jack said quietly, putting down his drink and standing up straight behind the bar. "For instance, I could take advantage of this situation and try something. After all, you're almost a woman now."
Cindy felt her heart skip a beat. He was actually coming out and saying it! He wanted her, she was sure of it. She had to resist him. Everything depended on it. How could she look her mother, her friends, even herself, in the face without blushing if she gave in to him!
"But you wouldn't!"
Damn! Why did that sound as if she were disappointed?
Jack picked up her tone of voice and smiled more broadly. He tapped the wooden bar with his fingertips, then narrowed his eyes more and started walking, from behind the bar, toward her.
Cindy felt panic welling up in her throat. She should be screaming for the police, moving behind the chair and threatening this wonderful-looking man with an andiron from the fireplace-anything. Instead, she just sat there, staring modestly at the carpeting, waiting for Jack Maginn to make the next move.
"I think, maybe, you want me to ... well, seduce you." The way he pronounced the word "seduce" made her cringe. He was laughing at her, laughing at her inexperience, almost sneering at the fact she was a virgin!
Cindy couldn't look at the big man as he walked toward her. She moved her eyes to the yawning fireplace and watched the tongues of flame lick around the fat, pole-shaped logs. She could feel her fingers grow icy and start to tremble as Jack stood only a few feet from her.
"Stand up, Cindy," Jack said, taking her by the arms and hauling her up from the protection of the big comfortable living room chair.
Cindy closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath. Oh, she was hot, so hot-the hottest she'd ever been! Even that slight movement of rising to a standing position was making her feel wild. She felt shamefully near an orgasm. There was the friction of her cuntlips over her swollen clit nub as she steadied herself. She felt so shaky. The brandy was doing its trick, making her loose, free, off-balance morally, mentally, emotionally, physically. Oh, she never could fight off such an attack!
"Please, I'd better be going home," Cindy said, shaking at the sound of her own voice. It was so low, so throaty-like the sound of an animal growling.
"I don't think you really want to, do you, Cindy?" Jack asked, lowering his face to hers. "Yes, yes, I do."
Damn, why did she sound so horribly unconvincing? Why was she feeling so fuzzy and hot and soft as she felt Jack's breath gently blowing against her burning hot cheeks?
"I don't think . . . " Jack's words ended as he gently pressed his lips to Cindy's, wrapping his thick arms around her waist.
The young brunette tried struggling, but soon gave up. He was too strong, too overpowering. There was no room to go anywhere. She felt surrounded by him, covered by his intense masculinity. It was getting hard for her to breathe! She fought through the intensifying kiss, clawing at his broad, heaving chest. But Jack held on, kissing her more passionately, finally driving the tip of his tongue hard against her closed lips.
"Ummmmnnnff!" Cindy grunted, trying to push away.
But it felt so good to feel his paw-like, callused hands sliding down her back until they finally cupped both asscheeks. She could feel his long fingers working into the soft fleshy cushions as he made gentle fucking motions with his hips. When she found herself returning the forward rocking motions with hunches of her own, Cindy panicked. What was she turning into? Only a few seconds ago, she was a good, decent girl. And now she was acting like a whore!
And yet, how good those iron bands of his arms felt, closing tightly around her! Oh yes, YES! She began to like the way Jack's touch made her heart beat so fast and her flesh crawl with an unknown, unspeakable pleasure! How shallow and rapid her breathing had become! And how big her young tits seemed to growing! How the stiff nipples were pushing even harder than before against her bra cups!
They started hurting. She wished she could take her bra off. Her titty tips were all hot and sticky. The nipples were roasting in her sweat! And that horrible, itchy tingling sensation between her trembling legs was getting worse. She could have sworn her clit was burning, gleaming like a burning jewel.
"You're one hell of a woman," Jack whispered, taking his mouth off hers for a moment, then sliding it back while moving his hands more sensuously over her ass.
Cindy knew she should have tried to scratch out his eyes, do anything to make him stop taking all these freedoms with her body. But how could she fight through the red fog that had settled over her brain? All she knew was that every hard inch of Jack Maginn's body seemed to be pressing into hers. She could feel his hands sliding up and down her willing young body, smoothing over her curved back, up to her jutting shoulder blades, and then back down to her ass.
As he pulled her tighter against himself, he gave her another hunch with his hips. Cindy stopped struggling. He was squeezing her asscheeks so slowly, so rhythmically, wonderfully, Cindy didn't want him to stop. Yes, yes, he could go on like this, forever. His hands were gentle, even if they were large. He was hunching harder and more frequently into her body, grinding his hips back and forth against her thighs.
Her body started doing funny things, things that frightened her at the same time as they excited her. She felt as if someone had slipped a gob of butter just inside the mouth of her tight virgin little cunt. It felt all mushy and hot and runny inside. The tingle had grown into a more urgent, concentrated feeling. Her plump cuntlips were aching to be rubbed.
Oh, why was she feeling these horrible sensations? Weren't they wrong? Her mother, even some of her friends, said they were!
Almost unconsciously, her hands tightened around Jack's neck. She felt him hunching into her even harder. There was something familiar to this movement. Yes, fucking fucking! She'd seen dogs fucking in the streets in her neighborhood. They did the same thing-locking legs together and hunching back and forth until ...
"No, stop!" Cindy cried, tearing her mouth away from Jack's and pushing hard against his broad chest. She lowered her head and twisted her face away when the big man tried catching her lips with his, once more. Tears of shame and humiliation streaked her flushed face. "It's wrong, 1 can't do something like ... this!"
"You want me, baby. You want me as bad as I want you," Jack murmured. He wasn't taking no for an answer. He was really going to fuck her.
And part of Cindy was screaming out, "Finally! At last!"
Chapter Two
"What's that?"
"My cock, honey. It's what's going to go into your cunt."
Cindy cried out, blushing even more fiercely than before when she heard Jack pronounce those forbidden words. She felt something big and hard between his legs, pressing against hers. Cock, cunt! Fucking! Horrible, horrible-and yet wonderful words! And oh, how he was aiming that hard, tubular shaped thing at the hot, glowing spot between her shaking legs.
"No, let me go!" she cried out weakly.
Jack loosened his grip on her and pulled back, looking at her so hotly, the girl trembled all over again.
"I'm not gonna let you go till we get what we both want."
"You scare me!" Cindy wailed. At the same time, she threw her arms around him frantically. "What's the matter, honey?" he asked soothingly as he hugged her close, picking her up off the floor until their mouths were even. He whispered things in her ear, things that made her blush with embarrassment, and yet things that made the trembling young brunette pant harder with excitement.
She could feel Jack's sensuous mouth nuzzling her neck. His hot breath blew through her hair. She could feel the beating of his heart as his hands smoothed over her back. Her body was suddenly alive to the slightest touch. In the background, Cindy could hear the crackling of the logs in the bright fire. There was a steady pounding of blood in her ears as she felt dizzier and hotter by the second. She quivered as she felt his iron-hard cock brushing against her virgin cunt.
Jack bent his head again, catching her lips with his. He pressed forward, pushing his tongue against her lips, hard. This time, the girl opened her mouth. At first, Cindy struggled against the hot slippery thing trying to get all the way into her mouth. But Jack's strength was too much for her. Slowly, she accepted his tongue, moaning deep in her throat as his thick, rough tongue lashed hard.
Cindy felt her pussylips being worked apart at the same time. He had his hands under her skirt, moving his fingers across the naked flesh at the edge of her panties. As they rubbed over the white smooth skin between her ass and cunt Cindy started moaning lower and more deeply. Hot bubbly juice seeped out of her jagged cuntslit and wet her crotch panel.
As their hot spit-filled mouths sucked and gurgled together, Cindy could feel nine inches of hot throbbing dickmeat pressing against the soft slippery lips of her cunt. He'd already worked her skirt up to her waist. She could feel it around her waist, pressing against her like a thick piece of rope! Her legs brushed against the scratchy woolen material of Jack's expensive trousers. Cock, cock! The young girl wondered how it would feel to have it pushing past her bloated labes, stretching the walls of her pussy apart.
Sometimes, at night, Cindy lay with her legs spread apart, her knees drawn up, both hands in the soft bush of her pussy hairs. She would hunch up into her fingers, pushing two or three inside her while flicking her thumb over her throbbing clit. It was then she tried to make believe some man was riding her, driving his dick into her snatch. Oh, how good those times felt! And when she came, it was as if someone had poured boiling oil and freezing water over her at the same time!
And now, she knew she was going to feel the real thing, unsticking her pussylips and drilling into her hot, mushy cunthole. That idea made her pant like a bitch dog, getting ready for a gang fuck.
"Fuck, baby. That's what we're going to do. I'm gonna stick my fat, long dick up your pussy, baby. I know you're a virgin. Your mother told me so. Shit, I like to fuck virgins. Yeah, gonna shove my fat hunk of cock up your pussy, Cindy."
He seemed to get excited by talking dirty to her. And what was more surprising was the young girl's reaction to it. She was turning on to the words, hunching back with her thighs, hoping he'd do all the horrible, dirty things he was telling her he would.
Then Cindy felt his tongue sliding back down her throat as if her belly should be getting ready to receive it. She wanted it to go deeper and deeper, maybe all the way to her cunt! Oh, that was sillyimpossible! But what would it feel like, having a man's mouth pressing against her sweet wet little pussy, sucking in all the hot juices seeping from its narrow crack? The thought of it made Cindy's cunt throb and pulsate like a festered wound.
"Come on," Jack said, scooping her up in his powerful arms and carrying her from the living room, down the long hall to his bedroom.
Cindy opened her eyes and examined the large room. It was furnished in colonial, the four-poster bed occupying the bulk of the bedroom.
"Still feeling funny, baby?" Jack whispered hotly as he laid her on the bed, then climbed over her and settled on top of her writhing body.
Cindy felt his weight pushing her deep into the pillow-soft mattress. She couldn't move and didn't want to.
Yes, yes, this was the answer to all those dirty dreams she'd been having, with a disturbing frequency lately. She felt as if she were floating through the sky. Oh, how good Jack's body felt pressing against hers! She could feel that steely column of cock-flesh pushing against her legs, jabbing into her belly and thighs. She couldn't keep herself from opening her mouth wider and sucking the big, handsome man's tongue deeper. Slowly, the girl pushed her legs apart, rubbing their backs against the silky hand-worked bedspread.
"Yes, oh, yes!" Cindy breathed, running her arms over Jack's neck and chest. She couldn't believe she was acting this way, working her ass into the mattress, hunching back up to the big man as he pressed his hot groin harder against hers.
"Feel good and hot and wet down there?" Jack asked, moving a hand down her thigh, then up to her wet crotch panel.
Cindy stiffened, trembling as if someone had touched her with an electric wire. Then a long, low, trembling moan escaped from her lips. She could feel his strong fingers cupping her pussy mound, working the thin, stretched nylon into her cunt. Cindy groaned, snapping her legs together as Jack wiped up her juiced cuntal membranes with her crotch panel.
"I feel so funny. Oh, I can't stop ... can't stop " Cindy was panting harder. She felt so dizzy, so light and yet, at the same time, so heavy. What a strange feeling soared through the thrashing teenager's mind as she let the young handsome lawyer rub her cunt.
"Good, that's the way you're supposed to feel right now," Jack whispered, moving his fingers deliciously up and down her pussy mouth.
Cindy's mouth opened, and strange, halfstrangled sobs came out. Her throat was incredibly dry and tight. She worked her ass back and forth, grunting like a stuck pig, rolling her head from side to side in the crushed pillow, digging the balls of her feet into the mattress and pushing up as Jack drove her higher and higher up the sexual wall. "Ohhh, huuhhrrrhh!"
"That's the way, baby, fuck my goddamned fingers!" Jack grunted.
Oh, how hot she was getting! She tried pushing his hand away from her cunt, but his grip was too tight. He was milking her cuntlips, working their rubbery, hot, slippery edges together. Creamy, foamy cuntjuice started dripping from between them. She could hear the slick clicking of his fingers working against one another as they crawled like spiders' legs over her pussy.
"I wanna feel that cunt of yours without those goddamned panties!" Jack growled.
"No!" she gasped.
She sucked frantically against his body, trying to squirm out from under him. It was a last desperate move to get away from him. But he had her pinned with his chest, his belly and his legs in such a way, she couldn't really move. He slipped his fingers under her panties. Cindy cried out again, pushing her ass deep into the bed to keep her panties on. She felt him tugging lightly, and her panties held. Then she felt the big lawyer's fingers curl into a fist and pull hard. Her panties ripped open. She could feel shreds of the elastic waistband sliding down her thighs.
Her cunt was naked!
"Oh, shit, babe, yeah, yeah," he whispered, massaging the girl's cunt with sure, steady strokes. Cindy felt her ass rising to meet the beautiful squeezing sensation between her quivering white legs. She was on fire. She spread her legs wide apart. The brunette teenager dropped all pretext of trying to save her cherry. No, let him break it, rip it to shreds. Cindy was ready to suffer all the consequences, just as long as Jack could take care of that horrible itchy ache that was driving her crazy! Her pussy felt as if it were running with hot lava. It was bursting with hot juice, wetting itself and Jack's rubbing fingers.
"That's the sweetest hot pussy, honey. That hot little snatch is all mine. I'm gonna show you what to do with it. That's a good, young little cunt you got there, and I'm gonna stretch it out for the first time with this cock of mine!"
Then suddenly, he went wild, holding her tightly while shoving his tongue down her throat again. Cindy felt him rubbing her pussylips together. As the delicate flesh was rubbed and heated, she started kissing Jack passionately. Her hands flew around his neck, pulling his mouth tighter to hers. Their tongues lashed into one another's throats as hot spittle ran down her chin and cheeks. Cindy was going out of control, hunching like a madwoman, bucking up against the big man, wishing he'd finish with all the fooling around and take care of her cunt!
"I don't wanna hurt you too much with my dick, babe, so I'm gonna take care of your cherry like this."
Suddenly, Cindy felt a tiny needle of pain shooting through her cunt. She clutched his back, arching her body back from his hurting finger. What was he doing? What was causing this sudden pain in her pulsating cunt?
"Hey, don't worry. Easy, relax," Jack cooed. "Don't wiggle around so much."
"It hurts!" Cindy cried.
Jack's finger was knuckle-deep and still, her cherry held firm. She panted heavily against his cheek, wishing it would be over. She realized what was happening. He was going to burst her cherry with his fingers, taking care of that barrier before driving his cock into her.
"Now!"
"Ohhhhh!" Cindy cried. She jerked her ass from the sudden sensation of sharp pain.
There was the unfamiliar feeling of being penetrated by something. Slowly, Jack drew his finger out, laying it on the bedspread next to her shoulder. There was a little blood on it. She watched it as he turned his hand over and wiped it clean while he studied her closely.
"All right?"
"I'm bleeding. I can feel it."
Jack rested his body on hers. She could feel his cock lying across her juicy slit. The pain was disappearing. How hot she was! She'd just had that minor operation performed on her, and she was ready for him.
Good God, what a little hot slut she was turning out to be!
"Good pussy, pussy," Jack said over and over again in her ear as he pushed his hands under her blouse and latched onto one tit. "Does that feel good, too?"
"OHHHHH, yes, tight, tight, hurts, too tight ... "
Cindy couldn't even form her thoughts into sentences any more. She was squirming, working her ass back and forth, feeling that cock pressing against her cuntal mound. Her bra strap! Oh God, undone!
"Good, big tits. Jesus, you got tits like an older woman. You're ready for this, baby. Whether or not you know it, you're ready for a good, hot fucking," Jack said, biting hard and trying to keep from cumming in his trousers.
He felt the jizz rising fast from his high-riding balls, packed down in the center tube running the length of his nine-inch cock. He could feel his dickhead getting hot and throbbing, threatening to shoot out the first big wad of jizz into his shorts.
No, he couldn't cum like some pimple-faced teenager. He was experienced, having fucked half the women in downtown Boston. He wasn't going to let this hot little number change his style. But the way she moved her ass-Christ!-he'd rarely seen a young girl this hot and ready to fucking before!
"Ohhhh!" Cindy moaned as she felt his lips slide around a stiff nipple and clamp down. Then there was the sensation of sucking and teeth gently biting into her sensitive tit-flesh. Jack's tongue lashed over the tip, bathing the hurting nubbin with his rough, wet tongue.
"It's sooo good. Oh, yessss, yes, sooo good," the young girl moaned over and over again.
Her nipple began throbbing in time with the wild pulsating in her cunt. As the big handsome lawyer laved her titties with his spit, she squeezed her plump, taut asscheeks together and rocked her body from side to side. The big man worked his hands over the young teenager's milky flesh until he had Cindy gasping for air.
"Come on, honey, feel me. I want to feel those fingers around my dick."
"No, no," Cindy moaned. She jerked her hand away when she felt his big fingers wrap around her wrist.
But Jack was insistent. She could hear the zipper finish its downward trip. He was fishing around for something down there, then his hand was back, his fingers wrapping tightly around her hand. He slid it down his body until the girl could feel something rock-hard and hot.
"NO!" Cindy gasped, her eyelids fluttering open.
The teenager looked, horrified, at the big man grinning down at her. His face was flushed and glistening with beads of sweat. Strands of his black hair lay plastered against his forehead.
"Grab it ... touch it, babe."
"Oh!" Cindy cried as she felt his other hand working over her cunt.
Oh, he knew how to turn her on, how to make her do things she normally wouldn't. In spite of her fear and humiliation, Cindy reached for the thick hard rod of cockflesh. It was the first time she'd ever felt a cock. The hardness and throbbing frightened her, until he wriggled his fingers in her cunt mouth, once again. Cindy let out another moan, then hunched up and closed her fingers around the fat rod. When she squeezed it tight, the young girl was surprised to feel it leaping and pulsating wildly between her icy fingers.
"Good, good," Jack moaned, shoving his hips forward. He was fucking his dick in and out of her hand. He was telling her how good she felt around him, how wonderful her fingers felt around his dick.
Cindy felt something greasy and hot coating her fingers, and figured it was something like the juice still seeping and frothing from her pussy slit. Oh, how marvelous his masculine weight was, pushing her down into his big bed. She felt as if he'd destroy her. His cock, his balls, his body would wipe her from the face of the earth. There was nothing in the world any more, except the two of them-and Cindy was beginning to wonder about her own existence. Jack seemed everywhere-his hands, his chest, his lips, his legs, his cock-everything about the man was pulverizing her mind and body into nothing!
"Strip me naked, baby," Jack whispered hotly in her ear.
Cindy fumbled with the top snap on his tightfitting trousers. It wouldn't come undone. He reached down and fumbled until the top flew apart. His cock fell completely out now, throbbing long, thick and hard. Cindy looked down and could see the thick head as it throbbed into her hand. It was glistening and slippery with that strange kind of greasy substance similar to the one leaking out of her snatch. His cock was so hot, it almost burned her fingers. Cindy was afraid of it, now that Jack had pulled his body up and back slightly so the younger teenager could get a better view of it. It was so long she couldn't measure it with one hand. And so thick-God! The young girl couldn't fully wrap her fingers around it.
And that was the thing he was going to stick up her cunt? No way!
"Gonna strip off the rest of this shit," Jack said, pulling Cindy's skirt down slightly from around her waist to get a better grip on the zipper tab. In a second, the girl felt the remnants of her clothing disappear from her body.
She was stark naked, stripped of all clothing and all reluctance to go farther with this big man. She lay panting like a bitch in heat-her legs spread wide apart, her cuntlips bloated, her inner thighs smeared with cuntjuice, her face a mask of perverted lust, her brown hair fanned out around her head. Jack reached down and slid off his pants, kicking them from the bed, then finally unbuttoned his sweat-stained white shirt and peeled it from his massive, hairy chest.
"Oh!" Cindy moaned as she saw that hairy, thick-muscled chest come into view. At his groin, the hair bushed like a jungle around his fat, long cock. And those balls-fat and leathery, swinging back and forth. How threatening it all looked, and yet, how marvelously exciting!
Jesus, how she wanted this big man inside her! And yet, only a few hours ago, Cindy realized she was in the donut shop, thanking God she wasn't the kind of girl who came in daily with guys from biker gangs and passed their pussies around so freely.
Jack was sliding down her body slowly, working his fingers over one tit while he kept the other hand in her cunt. Cindy wondered what he was going to do. She shivered and gasped as he trailed the tip of his tongue along her hot, salty flesh. She could feel it slithering down her belly, working into her navel, then going lower, lower, until he was getting close to her pussy mouth.
"Oh, don't, no, it isn't right! Oh, no, it isn't right!" the girl moaned, closing her eyes and rolling her head around the crushed pillow.
Now she understood what he was going to do. He was putting his mouth on her cunt, flicking his tongue between her bloated cuntlips. Then, as she felt the flicking tongue sliding inside her cunt, she felt herself exploding into a million pieces. Soon, she found herself shoving up to him, actually hunching her cunt into his sucking mouth as his tongue was fucking her.
Jack shoved his tongue into the tight, jagged wet line between her cuntlips. She could feel it being shoved against her hard clit. He was toying with her sex spindle, pushing it back, then tickling it with the tip of his tongue, finally shoving it into her pussy flesh.
Oohhhh, God, she wanted that fuck bad! Oh, oh, so bad!
She'd heard some of the girls say that was how their boyfriends took care of them if they didn't want to get fucked that night. They called it "eating out", and Cindy kept begging the young handsome lawyer to do that to her.
It was wonderful, feeling his tongue scraping around the narrow, hot raw cuntal passage. He was sopping up her slick pussy juice, licking her almost raw. He sucked her ragged cherry so hard, it almost pulled loose. As he worked her over, Jack pulled her legs apart with his hands, digging his callused fingertips into her soft, white flesh. The pressure of those fingers against her inner thighs forced her bloated cuntlips to unstick and peel back.
As Cindy gasped and moaned and twisted under him, Jack moved his thumbs down to the girl's shitter and started working their tips into the tight little hole. And, to her mortification and surprise, Cindy felt her sphincter muscles snapping shut, grabbing at the invading digits, trying to trap them and suck them in! Oh, how horrible! And at the same time, her cuntal muscles snapped shut on.
Chapter Three
Jack's tongue, trapping it deep inside her. Jack snarled, moving his head around and around, licking and growling as he ate. When Cindy started stiffening and hunching, he pulled away.
"Oh, babe, it's time to shove my dick in your pussy. You're good and clean-no blood. All that damned juice of yours washed it away before I ate you out. Jesus, baby, you're a guy's dream for a first fuck!"
Jack pushed into fucking position, between her legs. His knees were against her asscrack and his cockhead was against her swollen cuntlips.
"Ohh, fuck me ... fuck mee!" Cindy cried. She was begging, babbling, rocking her body slightly from side to side as she felt his cockhead start to work into her cunt.
Jack was pushing forward, slowly, but steadily with his hairy ass. He looked through sweat-filmed eyes at the trembling girl below him. She was being split open by his cock. Her body quivered with terror and excitement at every new inch of dickmeat fed into her willing cunt. He watched as her titties jiggled, rolled together, then fell apart and jiggled once more, with every violent, twisting, writhing move she made. Her chest rose and fell; her nostrils flared. She was moving her lips slowly, and he could hear her moaning for more of his cock. He'd turned her into a whore-a first-class slut, begging for dickmeat!
Cindy could feel Jack's dickhead sliding all the way in. Her pussylips closed over it, snapping shut' tightly and trapping it, just inside her cramping ring of pussy muscles.
"Oh, God, it's like nothing in the world!"
She felt so dizzy, half-crazy with what was happening to her and Jack. She wanted to say something, but her mouth was completely dry. She licked her lips, and Jack kissed her. His cock was gouging slicky down her cuntal cleft, going deeper, deeper, now that her pussy muscles had relaxed.
Cindy wriggled her slim body, bouncing her ass against the bed. Around the edges of her cunt, the young brunette could feel a hurting sensation. But she wasn't thinking about her torn cherry, any more. She was completely blown away by that velvety, slick feeling of Jack's cock pushing her pussy walls apart, forming them into a highceilinged tunnel. His cockshaft was disappearing inch by thick, long, throbbing inch.
Yes, yes-this was what she'd been waiting for all her life! A fuck-a good, hard fuck! Oh, what else was there in life except this?
"Uhhhh, huhhhrrrr!"
Cindy could feel Jack twisting his body around, and she could feel his cock working inside her. The spongy head reamed out the tight, pink, wet passage, pushing farther and deeper into her willing body. His cockshaft was sinking, drilling into the panting teenager, until she felt as if she were going to come apart at any second.
Cindy could feel his front teeth cutting her chin. She opened her mouth hungrily, wanting him to kiss her as passionately as before. She felt his thick lips slide over hers, his tongue slicing into her throat. Oh, God, how soft and weak she felt under him. And how marvelous it felt to move, even as little as she could, under his big body!
Cindy was beginning to learn how to move her body around, even under the immense pressure on top of it. When she arched her back and tilted her pussy mound downward, Jack's cock gouged against her pussy walls, making them quiver and snap shut, milking his throbbing dick. He grunted with pleasure and slid his fingers down her waist, pushing them farther and farther until they were smoothing over her plump asscheeks. She rolled her hips, squirming against his cupping hands. Jack held her like that as he fucked deep and hard. He was all the way in her now, his balls bumping against the bottom junction of her cuntlips. She cried and bit his lips and babbled something he couldn't understand.
Cindy tried to loop her legs over the backs of his, but the young girl couldn't move her body as much that way. And oh, how she was beginning to like to move her body around in bed!
Jack was moaning as loudly as she was, now. He pushed his fingers through her black hair, held her face up as he kissed it. She felt herself getting wet around the eyes and forehead. Oh, how wonderful, how tender he was, even in these final moments of building ecstasy. Cindy could guess the end was coming soon. The young brunette realized she couldn't go on much longer without cumming. She could sense the urgency in Jack's cock as it throbbed and jerked as if it were a frightened small animal in her cunt.
"I'm not hurting you too much, am I?" "Uhhhh, n-nooo!" Cindy wailed.
One heavy ball nestled against her asscheek. Oh God, what did it feel like down there? Cindy bit her lower lip until she could taste blood, moving her hand down to between their writhing bodies until she could feel where his thick, pulsing cockshaft had pushed apart her soft, gushy cuntlips. No, there wasn't any more cock left to go inside her cunt. She had Jack, all nine inches of him, buried to the hilt inside her. And what surprised the trembling young brunette was that it wasn't hurting her! She'd expected to pass out from pain, or something, when he stuck all his cock into her. And yet, she'd taken it-all of it-without any problem!
Cindy wasn't sure if that was something to be proud of or not. But the young girl didn't care. Oh, no, all she could think about was the coming climax she could feel knotting up deep in the pit of her belly.
"You're good and hot and tight and fine!" Jack moaned.
Cindy had her arms around his neck again. She was kissing him and coming apart at the seams with the shivery flames of her sexual lust. Jack was holding himself still, suddenly.
She wondered why, at first, then remembered what some of her girlfriends had told her at school: A lot of guys came faster than girls. They really had a hard time holding back until the girl was ready to cum. That's why a lot of women walked around unsatisfied. Their husbands or boyfriends fuck the shit out of them, and just when a few more minutes of fucking would have meant one hell of a wild orgasm for both woman and man, the guy blows his load, then pulls out, rolls over and goes to sleep, leaving the woman high and dry.
No, no-that couldn't happen to her! Jack wouldn't let that happen to her. She'd die if he pulled out of her now, leaving her unsatisfied. She'd gone this far with his cock. She couldn't stop now!
Cindy held her breath. Their hearts pounded, close together. Cindy was very aware of his hairy legs, resting heavily against hers. His chest, his thick-muscled arms and his fingers deep in her asscheeks made her want to move. It was so hard to keep still. And yet she knew if she moved ... "Hey, 1 said stop it!"
"I can't help it. It feels sooo good" the girl moaned.
"But you're so tight ... you're . . . "
Jack closed his eyes and fought back what she knew was his desire to shoot off. She rocked her hips just a little, to feel that fat cock digging against the walls of her cunt again.
"All right?" Cindy asked after several minutes of silence and stillness passed.
"Yeah ... yeah, fine," Jack panted, starting to fuck her again.
Slowly, the big handsome lawyer dragged his cock out of her cunt. Cindy felt her insides being pulled along with it. She felt the walls of her cunt collapsing, sucking in around the hollows behind the ridged, swollen cockhead. Then, with just his cock tip touching her outer cuntlips, Jack pushed in once more. The velvet cuntlips split apart again for the smooth, pulsing dickhead. Her pussy ballooned out again. When she finally felt his hot body pressing against her cunt mound, Cindy squirmed against his groin even tighter.
She wanted to see how much she could take. There was no sensation of being hurt any more. The pain of the bursting cherry had gone. Her cunt had proven itself to be more elastic than she was led to believe. Yes, it was time for her to experience her first big cum with a cock inside her. She held her breath and thrashed her ass around the bed.
"Ohhh, baby, you're gonna . . . drive me ... nuts!" Jack panted.
"Oh, God. . . God!" Cindy cried.
She shivered as he speared his cock into her, again and again. He was more forceful now, more intent on each downward movement. Her plump asscheeks quivered with each fucking thrust. Her clit burned with the ticklish sensation of his stiff cock hairs brushing over it. She dug her heels into the mattress and shut her eyes.
"You're real soft, soft, hot and slick," Jack groaned.
Then suddenly, he went stiff as he felt her tightening her cuntal muscles around his cock. She was milking his dick, squeezing it as hard as she could with her pussy muscles.
"Oh, gonna cum soon ... cum, cum. . . cummmm!"
Cindy used the word she'd heard her girlfriends use when they talked about orgasm. It sounded so dirty, so weird then. But now, it sounded so appropriate! Her heels brushed over the soft bedspread, now wrinkled and gathered like a blanket around the two of them. She was all the way open, her cuntlips peeled back as Jack fucked her. She wondered how it looked down there, her pussy split open and rubbed raw with his hammering dick.
"Uhhhh," he moaned in her ear.
She sensed what the gasping moan meant. His movements and breathing were building in a way, different from before. She could feel that driving need to make him shoot in her cunny, taking over her mind. Oh, how her pussy muscles spasmed, sucked and clamped down on the invading cock. Jack was growling and driving hard and fast into her cunt. There was no stopping, no going back now. And who wanted to? No, this was going to go all the way. Cindy bit her lip once more! Yes, she was going to feel a man's jizz spurting down her pussy hole for the first time!
"P-please, slow down," Cindy whispered. "Can't, can't . . . wait. It's too fuckin' good ... oh . . . yeah, too ... good!"
"Wait for me, ohhhh! Wait!" "Cindy, damn it!"
He was fucking her faster, instead of slower. Nothing seemed to slow him down. She couldn't do anything short of shoving back and rolling off the bed. He'd still be fucking the sheets, she bet to herself. Oh, he was kissing her roughly now, peeling her lips back over her front teeth. He was hurting her a little, taking her like a helpless animal in a trap. Her cunt throbbed. The flesh around her clit was glowing as more juice flowed out.
Cindy closed her eyes tightly and fucked for all she was worth. Her ass bounced off the groaning, squeaking bed. She thrust hard against Jack's hammering fucking movements.
It was the wild stabbing that made Cindy tighten her pussy muscles. She felt the powerful ring of her cuntmouth clamp down around the base of Jack's cock. Suddenly, the young lawyer's movements became violent. He dug his fingertips into her sides hard while squirming over her thrashing body like a crazy man.
Jack squirmed helplessly on top of her. His face was twisted as if he were being tortured. And with her muscles so tight, Cindy could feel the steady pulsating of his cockhead as his cock tried to unload the boiling jizz from his high-riding balls. She was shutting off the tube running down the full length of his Gumming cock. She had strangled his dick in the middle of his climax. She knew instinctively that he was building up to his final orgasm.
Oh, yes, she could see it in his face when she dared open her eyes to look at him. He looked as if someone had stabbed him, suddenly, in the back. His cheeks quivered as rivulets of sweat coursed down his forehead and ran into his eyes and nose. Oh, how wonderful it had to be, trapped in her cunt, feeling suspended between pre-cum and orgasm! Jack let out a strangled groan. The cords stood out in his neck, and the veins in his forehead throbbed wildly under his flushed wet skin.
Cindy danced her ass wildly off the bed. She still held tightly onto Jack's cockshaft with her aching, cinching cunt. It hurt like hell to hold him for very long, but now, she could feel herself starting to cum. She could feel the rushing tickles that were driving her clit crazy. Oh yes, she was Gumming. Her clitty was burning with a weird, hot wetness. It seemed to be growing, bulging, ready to blow apart at any second.
"HHUHHHHRR!"
Cindy flailed the air with her feet, dug her nails into Jack's broad, hunching back and raked the tough hairy flesh with her sharp nails. She released the tense grip of her cunt around Jack's cock.
"AHHHH!" he grunted, lunging like a sex maniac.
Cindy hadn't realized he could fuck her so deep and so quickly as he was doing now. The friction made her blow apart in a kind of golden fireball. She jerked her head up and bit his neck, hard. She rubbed her ravaged cunt against him in a final, gasping rut. They rolled half on their sides and for a second, Cindy found herself on top of Jack. Then they changed position, rolling back over and fucking wildly.
Cindy felt far away and dreamy, and fucked crazily. She smelled their sweat mingling. She could taste the spit drying on her lips. Her neck was raw from the rub of his whiskers. Oh, God, it had to be the best feeling in the world-this kind of fucking with a man!
"FUCK!" she cried. That had been a horribly dirty word. But now, the girl felt it was the best thing in the world to say!
"Ohhhh, more, more, more!" Cindy pleaded as she felt Jack's cock still throbbing inside her. "Get it babe, fuck it out!" Jack cried, surprised the cum still lasted in the young girl.
She was moving her cunt and ass around the bed like a pro, milking his jizz for all she was worth! Her cunt tightened around his spraying cock, gripping it, holding it, milking it like a wild animal. As the trembling started to shake the thick length of his cock, she could feel her pussy shuddering and clutching even more desperately than before. She felt hot jets of something sticky, rich and creamy and scalding, bursting into her cunt. It burned into her, and she lost all control of her body. She arched her belly up, under his crushing weight, and cut loose with another round of her orgasm.
It had been a double cum, something Cindy had never heard of. Yes, two cums-two mind-blowing climaxes ravaging her willing body. Oh, how could something like this happen to a girl like her? She was good, pure-not a whore. And yet, she couldn't deny the hunger ravaging her body. It felt as if the entire world was inside her pussy, and exploding. Her cuntal walls spasmed as her pussy clutched his dickmeat, holding the spurting, squirming, shooting hunk of meat deep inside.
"Cum, cum, cum . . . " Jack was chanting the word over and over again.
"Cummmmm!" Cindy answered back.
She could feel him pushing his body down hard and holding it there, sealing them together with the glue, spurting out of his cockhead. It was the most marvelous thing in the world-this fucking! Cindy couldn't understand why so many people like her mother told her it was wrong unless you were married. Why should something this deliciously marvelous be saved only for people who decided to tie themselves to one another? No! Cindy wanted this to happen to her more than once in her life before marriage. Ohhh, it was so good, so exciting, and yet, so relaxing in the end!
After several minutes, Jack caught his breath and moved his hands up to her shoulders, pulling his body up and off the trembling girl. He hunched back, drawing his cock past her cuntlips. Cindy shuddered at the withdrawing sensation, letting out a shivering moan when she felt his fat dickhead slip from the grip of her cuntlips.
"Wow, I'm a mess!" she commented, sitting up to look at her ruined virginity.
There was a little blood smeared on the insides of both thighs, most of it dry. Jack had turned and slid off the bed and was padding his way to the bathroom. She saw the light go on, saw him take a towel and rub what she guessed was some blood from his cock.
"We'd better get cleaned up and get you back home. Hell, it's late," Jack said from the bathroom.
Cindy heard the shower squeaking on, followed by the sudden rush of water, and the closing of a pair of glass doors. The girl folded her hands around her knees, resting her head against her legs and looking dreamily at the cream-colored wallpaper. Oh, how delicious it was to be fucked like this by such a handsome, rich, successful lawyer from Boston! What her girlfriends would say if they only could see her now. They'd been satisfied with just fucking the football team members or some pimply-faced kid in the class. But she, Cindy, Miss Goody-two-shoes, as the other girls called her, had landed a catch the others wouldn't have dreamed of-Jack Maginn! And he was a thousand times better lay than any other younger men-of that, she was sure. He was strong, tender, and experienced. Oh, how good and hot and relaxed her pussy felt after that reaming.
"Come on, Cindy, take a shower with me," Jack called from the shower.
The young girl snapped from her reverie and looked toward the bathroom, seeing clouds of steam rushing from the bathroom into the bedroom. The young girl giggled, sliding her feet off the bed and almost running into the bathroom. "Do you think 1 should?" Cindy asked coyly, stopping at the shower door. She saw Jack's handsome wet body, his black hair plastered against his skull like a helmet. The water rushed behind him.
"Come on," he said, taking her hand and helping her into the tub.
The young girl felt him sliding his hands around her narrow waist, felt him kissing her passionately as he fingered her ass. He wanted
again, this time in the shower! Well, let least this way she didn't have to worry about ing up.
Cindy giggled at this last thought, then found herself swirling around and around as Jack's cock rose up and starting pushing into her cunt, once more.
Cindy sat in the front seat of Jack's car, her red fur-tipped coat hugged tightly to her body as the traffic sped past in the night. She looked nervously around at the bleak, dark countryside surrounding them. Beside her, Jack was muttering angrily at the engine, twisting the key, trying to get the car started.
"What happened?" Cindy finally ventured to ask.
"Damned if 1 know. It was running fine. Then all of a sudden, the fuckin' engine quit! Damned foreign cars!" He made a fist and pounded the, dashboard angrily.
"Should we get out?" "In this weather?"
Cindy raised one hand and scraped the frost from the window. She peered into the darkness and watched as the bare trees bent in the howling wind. A storm was brewing in this section of Massachusetts. They were eight miles from downtown Boston and at least five from her mother's home in Quincy. The heat in the car was already disappearing. They could see their breaths puffing from their nostrils in condensing clouds of steam.
Chapter Four
"Well, it's better than staying in here." Cindy shivered. She felt frightened, for some reason. She'd heard stories about how people who'd broken down on the Southeast Expressway disappeared, their bodies to be found weeks later, decomposing in a field. Three women had wound up that way in the past two months. Thank God, she had Jack Maginn with her!
"If we sit here long enough, the State Patrol's bound to stop and find out what's the problem. I knew I shouldn't have turned down the offer for a CB," Jack muttered, putting both hands on the wheel and staring straight ahead.
Cindy hugged her arms around her waist, feeling hurt, guilty and angry at the same time. It wasn't her fault the car had broken down, although she felt responsible, in a way.
"See, somebody's pulling up behind us already. Thank God for those state taxes," Jack said, twisting around in his seat and unlocking the door.
Cindy felt a blast of cold wind as he got out, then slammed the door behind him. She couldn't see too well through the fogged rear window. There were several lights-the headlights of a state patrol car and a towtruck, she guessed. She couldn't hear anything going on for several seconds and guessed they were deciding where the nearest garage was to which they could be towed. In a way, this breakdown was a godsend. She'd tell her mother the two of them had spent all this time in the car, waiting to be rescued. Her mother might still be suspicious, but not as suspicious as Cindy had feared she would.
Suddenly, the girl heard the sounds of a violent struggle going on near the back of the car. She felt panic leap to her throat as she saw Jack suddenly spin around by the side of the window and go down in the hard dirt by the side of the road.
"Oh, God!" the girl cried.
Someone had jumped on top of him, pinning his arms to the ground while beating him savagely in the face and chest. Whoever it was was pummeling his fists mercilessly into the young lawyer, turning his body into a broken, bloody heap.
Cindy kept screaming, beating her fists against the window, crying for the man to stop attacking Jack, and yet, too terrified to open the door and try to help. When she saw the man slowly rise from Jack's twisted, still body and turn to face her, the young girl let out a sharp cry.
It was one of those horrible bikers who had been following her for the past few days. He was here, and he was standing only a few feet from the window, his big hands on his hips, a sneer on his face.
"HELP! HELP!" the girl shrieked, scooting back on her ass, away from the window.
She turned around and started pounding on the other window. She screamed again, shrinking back when another face presented itself on that side. It was another biker. Looking around, the terrified teenager realized that most of the gang was there, their bikes hauled to the side of the road to prevent too much notice from the speeding motorists.
They cupped their hands and peered into the darkened car, laughing, shoving their tongues out and licking the glass lewdly as Cindy screamed and gathered her coat more tightly around her body. She felt her heart pounding wildly.
Oh, why wouldn't the police come and find her? Certainly anyone could see she was in trouble. Jack was unconscious in the frozen mud. But the bad driving conditions and bad weather took the attention away from the stranded car and strange band of bikers standing around it.
Suddenly, the terrified teenager felt the car rocking. Those bikers were laughing and moving the car, jumping on it, making it rock from side to side. Cindy slipped from the seat to the floor, hitting her forehead against the padded dashboard. She heard them laughing harder and making the car rock more, until she found it hard to steady herself.
"STOP IT! STOP IT!" she cried, digging her fingernails into the upholstery while fighting back the tears welling up in her eyes.
Then suddenly, she heard something hard hit the wide window by the steering wheel. Someone was trying to break the glass. She saw one biker move away from the door. He had something long and black in his hand. He hit the glass again, but nothing happened. Cindy sobbed, shrinking to the floor, pressing her ass against the far door as she heard the other bikers cheering him on.
There was another blow, this time more successful than the first. Spiderweb cracks appeared all over the glass, and a few rounded pieces of the shattered window flew onto Cindy's coat. She screamed, grabbing her throat with both hands, her eyes bugging out as the metal object shattered the window completely, this time. Glass flew everywhere, petting the girl in the face.
"Get her!" someone shouted.
"No ... help . . . HELP!" Cindy screamed. She saw a gloved hand dart in and unlock the door. A bearded young man wearing a leather jacket slid in quickly, stretching out one hand and trying to grab her arm.
"NO, NO!" Cindy cried, pushing back harder against the door and kicking her booted feet against the young man.
He laughed, drawing back slightly, then stretched out his hand, again.
"Leave me alone, leave me . . . " Cindy never got a chance to finish her sentence.
The big bearded cyclist grabbed her foot and twisted it hard. The young brunette shrieked at the excruciating pain, her arms flailing, hitting the dashboard and front seat cushion. Her head snapped back and smashed against the door handle. Cindy found her body twisting around in the narrow space between the dash and the seat in an attempt to relieve the agonizing pain. She could feel sweat breaking out all over her body, making her warm clothes stick to her flesh.
"Play any fuckin' games with me, baby, and I'll break that fucker for you!" the big man growled, twisting her leg hard again and laughing as he watched Cindy's ass rise high, then fall back down after he let go.
The girl curled up into a tight ball, tucking her injured leg under her buttocks and wiping away the tears from her face. She could feel the harsh cold wind whipping in behind the sneering biker.
"Wh-what . . . do you . . . want?" Cindy stammered.
She was staring like a hunted, cornered little animal, at the big man. He raised one gloved hand and wiped the spittle flecking his unkempt brown beard. He was awful looking, a demon sent straight from hell! Cindy felt her flesh crawl as she heard him panting heavily. It was the same kind of breathing Jack had had when he was sexually excited. But somehow, now it all seemed obscene, dirty.
"Your fuckin' little cunt, bitch! We ain't been followin' you all this time for nothin'! You don't think we just sort of came up on you, do you?" The big biker was laughing at her, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. While he talked to her, he stretched out his gloved hand again, running his fingers along her leg.
Cindy shivered with revulsion and terror but didn't dare try anything. She remembered the pain in her ankle, and knew he'd do the same thing-maybe worse-if she tried to kick or push him away. Still, she felt her belly turning over when his fingers pushed her skirt up, exposing her knee, then more and more of her thigh. The big man licked his lower lip in excitement, inhaling a deep breath, then letting it out slowly.
"You're gonna be one hell of a fuck, once we get you back to the farm, babe."
"Please, let me go. 1 promise, I won't do anything or tell on you!"
"Hey, Rick, come on! It's fuckin' cold out here! Get the little bitch outta there and let's get the fuck goin'," someone shouted from outside.
"Comin'," he growled over his shoulder, then turned back and clamped both hands on her ankles and dragged Cindy, screaming, from the car.
The young girl clawed at the stick shift, the steering wheel-anything to stop this horror. She banged her head as her bare ass rubbed along the center hump. Her skirt was rolled up to her waist as she slipped over the outer lip of the doorframe and fell with a thud onto the frozen mud. She tried to scramble to safety, but hands were all over her. The man, called Rick, grabbed her hard, pinning her arms behind her back and holding them tightly to her ass while another, thinner man snapped what felt like ice-cold manacles over her wrists. Her flesh felt as if something were cutting it. Those cuffs were knifing into her flesh, probably making her bleed!
"Stop yelping! Nobody's gonna see us or hear you," Rick snarled, raising his right hand high over his head.
Cindy cried out again as she saw his paw-like fist slice through the cold dark air. There was a sharp jolt of pain across her jaw and cheek. The girl's head snapped back from the force of the blow, and her long black hair whipped across her face. She staggered sideways, barely catching herself from falling into a small ravine at the side of the road. Brightly colored spots popped in front of her dazzled eyes, and her mind buzzed and spun crazily around and around. Cindy could taste something warm and salty in her mouth. She was bleeding!
"Ohhh, no, please, don't hurt me!" she cried, lowering her eyes and feeling her knees shaking, both from the cold and from terror.
"Better. We been followin' you. We saw you go home with that buddy of yours. We know where you live, you little whore. Whaddaya do, tell your old lady you was sick or somethin' and had to stay in town for a while? SheeitI" Rick was laughing as he stared menacingly at her. "You was gettin' a good fuck, wasn't you?"
Cindy said nothing, still looking at the ground. She was stalling for time, hoping someoneanyone-would come and find them.
"Wasn't you?" Rick shouted, reaching out and grabbing a handful of her silky hair. He jerked it back hard, nearly tearing it out by its roots.
Cindy jerked her head back again, her eyelids fluttering and her forehead wrinkling up. Her lower jaw slackened, and a strangled sob of pain and terror escaped from her throat.
"Yes, oh my God, yes!" the girl cried out, feeling herself close to fainting.
"Better," Rick said, letting go of her hair. Cindy stumbled backward, then regained her balance again. "Come on, let's get the little cunt on and get goin'," he said, brushing his hands together and swaggering down the road toward his bike. Someone grabbed Cindy by the wrists and hauled her back hard. She doubled over, her hair curtaining her face as she desperately fought to keep from stumbling over the frozen, uneven ground. There were nearly ten bikers there, all riding single. Most had pulled their machines to one side and down into a shallow ravine to prevent anyone from noticing that many parked bikes: "Okay, sweet ass. I'm gonna take these fuckin' cuffs off. But you try anything and I swear, I'll knock you off the back of this bike and leave you for hamburger on the expressway, understand?" Cindy nodded silently, sighing with relief when she felt the manacles slip from her wrists. She rubbed them together, looking sharply around for any sign of help. Nothing-no one had even noticed the brutal beating by the side of Jack's car. The big lawyer, she guessed, was still lying unconscious on the roadway. Oh God, he might even be dead! What kind of monsters had she run into?
"Up!"
The command was followed by a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist, picking her up, grunting, from the ground. The young brunette bent her knees, swinging one leg over the large black Harley, in front of her. The big biker settled her onto the cold leather seat, then told her to hold on tight to his waist as he climbed on and kicked back the resting stand with his booted foot. Cindy twisted around and looked behind her. No, she couldn't get away. There were three more bikers behind her, all crouching down behind their windshields, but more than willing to jump off and get her if she tried to break away.
"Oh!" Cindy cried as she felt the engine switch on and roar like a jet engine. The big bike shook into life and rumbled down the shoulder, swerving to the left, then climbing onto the highway.
Cindy locked her icy fingers together and held on tight, lowering her head and burying her face into the back of the biker as they shot down the expressway, away from Boston. The wind whipped through her hair, making her face numb with cold. Occasionally, the frightened brunette opened her eyes and saw the countryside whipping by. She saw the exit to her house and let out a moan of despair.
If only she hadn't stopped with Jack at his townhouse, she would have been safe at home, buried under the covers, wondering what the next day would hold. But no, she had to be curious; she had to take care of the itchy ache driving her crazy. And now, she was going to pay for it.
They drove for at least an hour. It was nearly nine o'clock when they turned off the expressway onto a narrow country road. Cindy raised her head again, peering over the shoulder of the biker. There were few homes in the area. One or two cars passed them on the other side, but no one was ahead or behind them. On either side, forests of pine and foxglove grew tightly together, their leaves long since fallen away. In the full moonlight, the whitened trunks and bare branches looked like a collection of bones, heaped atop one another. Cindy shivered at the sight, and at her suspicion that she was going to wind up that way.
They turned again, after twenty minutes, onto a narrow dirt road. She could feel the bike downshifting. It lurched forward, shuddered, then took hold of itself and started up a relatively steep incline. Cindy held on tightly, even though her fingers ached with the cold and the effort. They bounced along for several minutes, twisting and turning, climbing higher and higher in what she guessed was the Blue Mountain range just outside of Brocton. The air seemed to grow colder, drier. She felt her scalp crinkling from the cold. Even through her thick woolen coat, Cindy could feel her flesh puckering up into goosepimples. When she was about to ask where they were going, she felt the bike slow down, then, finally, stop.
"Okay, we're here. Get off," the biker growled. Cindy unlocked her fingers and raised her leg, swinging it gingerly back over the Harley, and stumbled off the bike. She hugged her body closely, stamping her feet and looking nervously around her.
At first, all she could see was that they were in a large clearing, surrounded by towering firs. Overhead, the blue-black sky gleamed with stars and the full moon. Then, the young brunette saw a medium-sized wooden farmhouse, fronted by a sagging porch. There were several small sheds and other farm buildings scattered around the edges of the clearing, obviously in a bad state of disrepair. It hadn't been used for its original purpose in years.
"Well, Miss High-and-Mighty, we're gonna take you down a couple o' pegs. I'll teach you to call the fuckin' pigs on us!" Rick snarled, raising his right hand again.
Cindy shrieked, covering her face with both hands and sinking, terrified, to her knees. No, he wasn't going to hurt her again!
Oh, God, protect me!
"Hey, man, she's learnin' fast!" the biker Cindy had rode with said, laughing with the others, who by this time, had also crawled off.
"Take 'er inside," Rick said, turning around and heading back toward his bike. "Gotta check out the ignition. Think it's shortin' out."
Cindy stumbled forward, shrinking away from the bikers, who shouted obscenities at her-taunting her, laughing at her. She felt like screaming.
"Get inside," one biker growled, shoving her roughly through the door and slamming it hard behind her.
Cindy stood in the middle of what had once been the living room. Now, everything was in ruin. The tattered carpet had been rolled up and shoved to one corner of the large central room. There were several overstuffed chairs, a sofa, coffee table, floor lamps, even a cupboard-all torn, partially broken, covered with dust. Several sleeping bags lay in varying states of neatness around the sofa. The gang was evidently using this deserted farm as a kind of hideout.
Fighting back the sobs, Cindy, still hugging her tits, walked to one window, leaned against the wall and looked through the dirty, cracked glass. She saw the sky, then turned away. She'd had enough of the winter night. All those stars in that cloudless dark sky! It all seemed so peaceful, while below, she was being tortured by these horrible men. Cindy was sure it would get below freezing, tonight.
Sighing deeply, Cindy sat on the floor, using a blanket thrown over one of the sleeping bags to cover several jagged stone and wood shards. The splinters cut through her buttocks. Cindy tried to concentrate on what had happened to her and Jack, trying to find a way to escape from these horrible men. But the constant chill and the wood and rock chips, digging into her butt, distracted her.
Without thinking about it, she raised her hips, hiked her skirt to her waist, and settled back down. Oh, it was horrible, filthy, what she was going to do-jack herself off with these inanimate objects. But there was a sudden, mad desire making her pussy so hot so wet, so wild! She'd read, somewhere, that when people were frightened or being tortured, they actually felt sexy-something to do with an increase in body hormones.
Well, Cindy could see for herself, the doctor who wrote the article was right. She should have been trying to think of ways to escape, but instead, she had spread her cuntlips apart, gasping as the cold, sharp wood and cement chips on the floor touched her sensitive cuntlips through her forest of wiry black cunthairs.
Cindy gasped again, lowering her skirt and starting to get up, when she heard someone on the steps of the porch. Then the noise disappeared, and the girl-terrified out of her wits and yet, drooling cuntjuice-went back to her shards.
Chapter Five
Easing her butt down once more, Cindy felt her round, plump ass flatten on the rough, frozen floor. She winced as the slivers bit into her cuntlips, then sighed with an odd delight as the jagged cold scratched her inner cuntal muscles. She stiffened her spine, wiggling her hips to position the spikes against her clit. The young girl gasped when she felt contact. One jagged sliver, longer than the others, creased her clit shaft. She raised her ass, then lowered it-up and down, up and down-twisting from side to side, rubbing the sliver against her clit and breathing hard through her flared nostrils.
"Ohhhhhh!" the girl cried. She felt her tits swelling in her bra, feeling like they did when Jack was rolling on top of her, pinning her to his mattress while sliding one hand under her bra to feel the hard, rubbery nipple.
Cindy's throat grew all tight and dry. Her chest hurt, and her lungs felt as if someone had set them on fire. Her legs were trembling, and she was letting out tight little grunts with each downward thrust of her hips. Her body heat melted the thin layer of ice, covering the cement floor. The brittle sound of shard against flesh grew louder, then was muffled by the sound of rapidly slapping, wet flesh.
Cindy was going crazy. Her back was straight, her head thrown back, her eyes closed. She was bouncing up and down on an inert cement shard. The edge cut deep. Her clit was slick with her pussyjuice. Oh, how horrible, how terrible for her to be doing this kind of weird, sick thing. At least with a man, a person was satisfying a natural need. But there was something obscene, something incredibly dirty about doing this kind of sex act. "Ahhhh, ohhhhh!"
The force of her bouncing jiggled her titties, made her stiff nipples scratch maddeningly against her bra cups. Oh, what a teasing sensation that was! How her titties bounced, jiggled, felt as if they were going to spill out of her bra. And how hot and wet she was feeling, all over her body!
Cindy could feel her clothing sticking uncomfortably to her wet flesh as she whimpered, bounced, moaned, worked her ass up and down, back and forth over the maddening, cutting stone shard. Her hair flounced across her flushed, swollen face. Cindy rolled her ass in a wild rhythm, forcing her bloated clit across the shard.
Then, she felt a cum slam through her pussy, making her stiffen and throw her head back even farther. She felt her body snapping and jerking as she lurched back and forth. She was still full of wild lust and desire-panting and sweating, chilled almost to the point of numbness. The brunette teenager raised her ass. With only the tip of the cement point she'd found earlier, she swung side to side, gouging every sensitive square inch of pussy flesh she could find.
"Jack, Jack," the girl mumbled, closing her eyes and picturing the big lawyer and how he looked, towering over her. She thought of his big cock, of his fat balls, of the way he initiated her into the world of fucking and sucking. Oh, she'd been such an innocent girl, and what he'd done to her to change that!
Thinking of him, Cindy worked her hips faster. She reached down and dug into her cunt with her fingers. Taking her clit between her thumb and forefingers, Cindy gave it a hard tweak, feeling the resulting jolting shock rip through her pussy. With another sharp cry, she fell onto her side, drawing her legs tightly against her belly. She dug her knees into her tits and whimpered quietly.
"Oh, God, God, what's going to happen to me? What are they going to do to me?" the young girl sobbed, jamming her knuckles into her mouth and stifling the sobs.
Oh, no, she couldn't let them hear her crying. They'd do something horrible to her, she was sure of it. These were the kind of men who turned on to a woman's terror and pain. If she could only keep from showing it, they might grow tired of her and send her back.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps on the porch, again. She stopped her crying and, as the door opened, Cindy managed to keep her hand steady as she wiped a tear away.
"Enjoyin' yourself, baby?"
Cindy felt a shiver of something-excitement, terror, a little of both? He was closing the door behind him, smiling strangely at the terrified girl.
"The others are out in the barn, workin' on their bikes, I've got first crack at you," Rick said, smirking at the girl.
"First ... crack?"
Cindy shook. She was going to be their feast for the night!
"Yeah, babe. You're gonna get rammed in the cunt, ass and mouth, tonight. Sheeit, you ain't gonna be able to walk for a month!"
Cindy shrank away when she saw him walking toward her. His thick-heeled boots crunched the dirty, cold wooden floor. He stopped in front of her. As she lay on her side, facing the biker, she could smell his black leather boots, reeking of filthy snow and mud. What were they all going to do to her, cut her throat? Automatically, Cindy threw a hand across her neck. Rick saw what she did and laughed brutally.
"Don't worry, babe. We're not gonna cut your throat-that is, we're not gonna do somethin' like that if you cooperate with us."
For the first time since her capture, Cindy felt real terror. The flesh along her thighs crawled. As Rick took a step closer, she drew back. The window light caught the biker's face and upper torso. The sweat on his skull made his close-cropped blond hair glisten. His forehead wrinkled, and the skin around his dark, deep-set eyes tightened. He looked like the image of the death's head emblem he wore on his leather bike cap. He hadn't shaved for a day or so, and his sweat made the stubble stand out.
Rick was a big man, thick-muscled, but with the beginnings of a pot belly. Cindy wrinkled up her nose. There was an odor about him, suggesting he hadn't bathed for some time. She could almost smell the stink of his groin through the tight-fitting Levi's, stretched across his thighs.
The big blond laughed again, then reached down and laid a calloused palm on her right shoulder. He shoved her back so hard, her head struck the floor. Light-slivers shot in front of her eyes. She sucked in a ragged breath, afraid of his boots, his hand-the man.
"No, babe. I'm gonna be real nice to you-sort of," Rick added, chuckling.
Cindy cringed.
"Sit up!" he commanded.
When the young brunette hesitated, Rick reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair, snagging some of it in his dirt-encrusted nails. He jerked her head toward him, making her mouth strike the side of his right boot. Cindy cried out, feeling her upper lip split from the force of the blow. She could taste something warm and salty in her mouth. Oh, God, she was bleeding, bleeding into her throat!
When Rick growled, his thick lips twisted up in a sadistic leer. She tensed when she saw him raising that big hand again. Cindy remembered what a powerful blow that hand could bring. She thought of Jack, lying unconscious on the side of the road, and of her own near unconsciousness when he had slapped her across the face, by the car.
But no blow came. Rick held his hand high in the air, studying her closely. Finally, Cindy couldn't take it any longer, and started crawling like a snake to the wall. As she moved, he advanced. The young girl dropped her eyes from the hand for a moment and saw his hard-on pressing hard against his pantleg. He was looking at her with the fixed stare of a hungry wolf. When she trembled, terrified, Rick smiled with satisfaction. His lips pulled back across his yellowed teeth.
Oh, God, she could smell his wretched, stinking breath!
Then, suddenly, the big biker let loose, slicing his big hand through the air. She could see it coming toward her, could hear the air wooshing behind the falling fist. And then, there was the report of a slap and her resulting quavering scream, echoing off the walls.
The force of the blow made her head throb. Her body snapped to the side, and she nearly rolled over onto her heaving belly.
"Come on," Rick said in a low voice. His breath was stinking and heavy.
Cindy whimpered. Oh, how foully he smelled! And what would he do to her? God, he could do anything to her, and no one would come to help her. There wouldn't be the gentle sex-play of Jack Maginn. No, he was going to hurt her as much as he could!
But suddenly, that thought was building an odd sexual thrill that was intensified by the fear she felt. Rick let her sob for a second. But the excitement building in him was building rapidly in her, as well. Cindy watched him fumble with the top button, holding his Levi's to his thick waist. The halves parted. She saw him shoving his pants down to his knees, exposing his thick mass of blond cockhairs. Something fat and long shot out. Cindy gasped, her eyes widening in surprise.
Good God, she didn't think there could be that many fat dicks in the world-first Jack's, then this monster's! Rick's was thick and long, perhaps longer than Jack's. And with the added terror of his massive bulk, his physical filth, his crudity and his leather jacket-the entire effect was mind-blowing for the teenager.
His purple cockhead throbbed with excitement, a single droplet of pre-cum oozing from his long piss-slit. His balls were tight, drawing into the upper portion of his fuck sac.
If she only had a knife, she'd take care of this bastard! And yet, at the same time, she had an image of his cock-full, thick and hard, fucking her pussy like crazy! The image made her pussy throb with heat and excitement. She wanted to touch herself, to relieve the horrible pressure in her cunt. But no, that would only be giving him the added pleasure of degrading her. She had to fight back these terrible, obscene feelings rising from some sick pool inside her.
Sobbing, Cindy pressed her back against the wall. She clenched her fingers into two tight fists and pressed them against the floor. Once more, she could feel the shards of cement and the splinters digging into her asscheeks. She was dizzy with fright-and something else she couldn't define.
The biker pushed his Levi's to his boot tops, reached down and scratched his balls. Cindy marveled at the way his cock throbbed when the big man touched it lightly with his fingers. He was really excited, all right.
The odor of his hot groin filled her nostrils. Her sweat drenched her armpits and crotch, and trickled down from her forehead into her eyes and nose. The cold in the room tightened her wet scalp. Her hair seemed to crinkle as a cold draft ricocheted off the walls.
Rick moved closer, his fat cock waving like a flag in front of him, threatening her with its very presence. He pulled open his red flannel shirt, exposing his hairy chest and navel. His thighs were muscular and hairy. Cindy looked up and ground her teeth together. There wouldn't be any mercy in this quarter. Her only recourse was to grit her teeth and bear up as best she could.
And yet, was it really rape? She could feel her titties swelling. Her nipples were hard, straining against her bra cups. A spasm of excitement rippled through her body, slamming, like an electric jolt, through her mushy pussy. She could feel her clit tingling with passion. Her cunt was getting all hot and wet. And how her thighs were tightening!
No, it couldn't be called a rape. There was a part of her mind and body that wanted this.
The biker's hand stayed poised over her head. Then it came down once more, cutting the shadows in the room. Cindy screamed as his hand smashed into her forehead. The girl cried out, falling back onto the floor. Rick reached down and wrapped his fingers around her hair. As she groaned, he dragged her to the center of the large living room, near the tattered sofa.
Dropping her, he climbed on top of the struggling, twisting young woman. He pawed her tits, opening her heavy jacket and forcing it off her shoulders. Then he struggled with her blouse buttons. He ripped the garment, found her bra strap and pulled. Cindy tried to stay passive, to let the big man have his pleasure, without fighting back. But as her tits sprang free and the cold air struck them, she cried out. Instinctively, she raised both arms. He knocked them to one side, but the girl kept her hands covering her titty-tips.
Rick growled again, jerking her hard by the wrists. He forced her arms to one side. Her titties bounced, the nipples hard and red. As he dropped to his knees, Rick still held her tightly by the wrists. He forced his face into her white tits. His mouth engulfed one nipple and he sucked hard. But this wasn't the gentle, massaging kind of sucking she had been given by the handsome young lawer, Jack Maginn. No, he was tearing at her flesh, nearly ripping the nipples from the surrounding sensitive flesh. It was as if he were a hungry wolf, feeding on her writhing body. "AHHHHHH!" Cindy cried.
His military-style haircut felt like bristle brushes scraping her soft flesh. His teeth tore at her rubbery nipples, sending daggers of odd pleasure through her body. As her terror grew, the sweat spattered. His sweat ran down her belly, running into her cuntal crack and mingling with her pussy juice. The sudden sensation of that mixture was like a punch aimed directly behind Cindy's navel. It knocked the wind out of her. Her thighs snapped together, and her buttocks rose off the floor. She was pressing her belly into his chest.
"So, the little bitch is pretty fuckin' hot, eh? Shit, you couldn't scream loud enough to get us away. And now, you want a good helpin' of cockmeat, eh?"
Rick's words stung her pride. No, she didn't want all those horrible things she was accusing her of! And yet, why was she hunching back? Why was she twisting her body so sensuously under his horrible pawing and groping? If she really hated this, she'd be fighting him off-biting, scratching-until he knocked her unconscious and raped her that way. No, there was something in her definitely responding to his brutal sexual stimulus.
She was loving every second of this!
She wanted to be raped by him, to be vilified by this big sadistic biker. She felt ripple after ripple tearing through her contracting pussy. Oh, how her body was drinking in the sensation of his rough Levi's scraping the bare, white flesh of her thighs and belly.
Then suddenly, she thought of her plight, alone with all these men, and the other part of her mind came into play. With a frightened sob, the girl pulled back, covering her mouth with the back of her hand and whimpering.
But Rick wouldn't let her go. He held her wrist with one hand and jammed his palm between her legs, forcing them farther apart. He cupped her crotch, his thumb ramming into her jagged slit.
"Ahhhh!" Cindy moaned, her body stiffening, her shoulders thrown back and her head rolling from side to side.
Her lower jaw slackened and a string of drool oozed from one corner of her mouth. Without thinking, Cindy shoved her hips down, impaling her cunt on his thick, dirty thumb. Oh, how wonderfully brutal that thumb felt, slicing into her hot, wet throbbing pussy.
"Yeah, baby, you're one hell of a good fuck! 1 can tell that," Rick grunted.
He was excited by the reactions of the groaning brunette teenager. He shoved his thumb in deeper, finding her swollen clit shaft with its callused tip. With another grunt, he pressed hard, crushing it under his jagged nail.
Cindy shrieked, her head snapping back and her eyelids fluttering open. She was panting heavily now, panting as hard as she'd been with Jack. Oh, God, was her reaction to this kind of fucking the same as with Jack! Oh, how horrible, how disgusting! She was bouncing up and down on this
filthy biker's thumb. She could feel her mouth getting dry, oh so dry! What was happening to her? She was actually hoping this big man would fuck her soon! Oh, yes-fuck, fuck-driving that cock into her hot little hole. She didn't care who he was, what he was!
All thoughts of Jack and that beautiful session they had in his king-sized bed disappeared under the red fog of sexual excitement. She was an animal, as much of an animal as the man torturing her. Yes, she wanted this kind of sexual abuse!
Yes, yes-fuck, yes!
Suddenly, Rick pulled his hand away. It came out of her wet little cunt with a soft sucking noise. Then he growled out something and threw her onto her back. He couldn't wait any longer.
Cindy struck the floor, but this time, she didn't feel the stone and wood splinters. There was a slight sensation of cold on her ass. But now, the sexual heat had taken her over completely. She clenched her thighs together, feeling the building electricity in her wet cuntal slit. The terror receded, and yet, she had to show her terror. For some reason, she knew it would heighten both his and her delight in what was about to take place.
Rick threw himself onto her belly, knocking the wind out of her, temporarily. He shoved his hands cruelly between them, prying her legs apart with his callused, dirty fingers.
Cindy's eyes were shut. Tears oozed from under her closed lids. Her mouth was pulled into a tight scar as a pulse leaped through her throat. Her jaw set and tightened as she bit her lower lip. Her tits were swollen, the nipples blood-engorged. Spasms of perverted lust attacked her belly, radiating into her cunt.
The cold wind struck her outer labes as he forced her open. His weight pressed down on her, making the girl think he was actually going to crush her.
Then there was the sensation of something softer, something terribly hot and big, pressing against her cuntlips. It had to be his cockhead pressing against her pussy and trying to worm its way in. The young girl cried out, grunting as her knees sagged apart. She pressed the soles of her booted feet into the floor, raising her ass, tilting her cunt to fully feel the rubbing sensation of Rick's cock sliding over her clit.
Ohhh, how marvelous it felt! She could feel her pussy walls unsticking. There was a weird, itchy sensation as her cuntal walls stretched to accommodate Rick's sinking cock. She could feel her cunt ballooning out, stretching to the tearing point, doing everything it could to take in that big fat dick. It was only the second cock she'd had in her life, and yet, she was amazed at how easily her pussy was drinking in the biker's massive prong.
In seconds, he was all the way into her fuck hole. There wasn't the gentle, slow penetration she'd experienced with Jack Maginn. He was fucking her like a bull in rut. His fat belly filled the natural curve of her hips. The piss and jizz odor, reeking from his crotch, hung over them like a sick perfume. He slammed into her with no ceremony.
Oh, God, how her mind was spinning around and around! He fucked her harder and faster, driving his thighs so hard against hers, Cindy thought he was bruising her terribly. Oh, to have been fucked so nicely by one man and raped so savagely by another-and all in the same day!
"We'll see how fuckin' high and mighty you are when I dump my load of jizz down your cunt!" Cindy hated to admit it, but she was waiting impatiently for that second.
Chapter Six
"Uh, uh, uh!" Cindy groaned with every fucking thrust.
As Rick rode her, she felt herself involuntarily tightening up. The scalding pain corkscrewed, becoming something bigger than just pain-becoming a weird kind of pleasure radiating through her pussy. Rick panted like a wild animal as she started matching his wild cock-pistoning. They collided over and over. The cry escaping the brunette's throat was one of greed, wile pleasure-anything but what she should have been screaming out.
"Gonna make it, babe! Gonna shoot my ... uhhhhh!"
Cindy felt chills ripple up and down her spine. She held onto her tormentor tightly, pulling his shirt over her swollen tits. She slammed her flat belly into him, impaling her hot wet cunt on his hard rod.
As the first bursts of spunk burned into her pussy, the young girl cried out. She jerked her legs high in the air, flinging them around Rick's hunching back and scissoring them as tightly as she could. She beat his kidneys with her heels, wanting to force him deeper inside her. She didn't care any more what he would think of her after this. She was hot, wanting more and more dickmeat in her than he could possibly give her-more than any man could possibly give her.
Something wild and untamed had been unleashed in the thrashing teenager-something that would have been better left alone.
She held on as the biker hunched again, driving his cock up her slit. He was shooting the last of his hot jizz. The cum flowed out of her throbbing cunt, spattering her thighs and the crease of her buttocks. She kept him tightly gripped between her quivering white legs until the biker's big rod softened, then slid out. The head slapped her thighs. Rick grunted, pushing himself off, and stumbled to a standing position. Cindy watched through heavylidded eyes as the big man fumbled for his Levi's.
"Yeah, yeah ... good and hot," Rick mumbled, fastening his trousers and snapping the brass buckle of his leather belt shut. He stepped over her without looking down, swaggering toward the door.
"And don't think this means anything, cunt. We're all gonna do this to you tonight-one way or another. Yeah, good fuckin' tight Grade-A young cunt," Rick sneered, turning around and walking out the door.
After it slammed, Cindy could still see him, feel him inside her cunt. She wondered why she had that violent physical reaction to him, and those powerful, positive emotions racking her snatch every time he rammed his prick into her. Why was she bucking back, twisting on the floor, squeezing her pussy walls tight around his pistoning cock? Why did she moan, feel shivering hot chills radiate through her pussy when he trenched out her juicing jagged slit? And would she be able to withstand the horrors she was certain Rick and his followers were about to inflict upon her?
Before she could come to any answer, she heard footsteps on the front porch. This time, she guessed there were several bikers climbing up to the house. When the door shot open, slamming hard against the adjoining wall with a resounding bang, Cindy jumped, criss-crossing her arms tightly over her tits and shrinking against the wall. She waited, her heart beating wildly as she tucked her legs under her buttocks.
"Come on," Rick said, heading the group of five men into the room.
Cindy knew she couldn't argue. Getting up quickly to prevent him from hitting her, she shuffled across the dirty floor, bending down halfway across to pick up some of her clothes to cover her naked body.
"Sorry about that," Rick said, knocking the clothes away from her hands.
"But it's cold out there," Cindy stammered, looking down at the crumpled pile of torn clothing, at her feet.
"I know. Come on, Mike," he said to the biker who'd driven Cindy to the deserted farm.
Mike took Cindy roughly by the wrist, dragging her toward the opened door. She could feel the cold wind biting her sweating forehead. Snow had begun to fall. Several flakes struck her face. She could hear other men outside, their boots crunching in the partially frozen mud.
"Come on," Rick said, pushing her into the cold.
Cindy stumbled onto the porch and continued to stagger down the steps, desperately fighting for her balance. The sharp splinters dug painfully into the bare soles of her feet, making her cry out in pain and fear. Her hair was blown into her eyes by the rising wind. The freezing air chilled her flesh to a goosepimpled blue.
Cindy cried out again as the icy wind slashed her wet thighs. She shuddered, throwing her arms across her tits and hugging her stiffening nipples. She could feel her teeth chattering. It was hard for her to catch her breath. The cold wind whipped her pussy hair, raising gooseflesh all over her pussy mound and the surrounding skin.
"Ohhh, God, God," she moaned, her eyes wide, studying the group of men forming a tight circle around her.
Mike gripped her hard by the shoulders and pushed her at the sullen group of bikers standing silently, their legs spread apart, their faces partially covered by the puffs of steam coming from their nostrils. She stumbled, her arms flailing in front of her to regain balance.
"Come on, bitch, walk in front of them. Let them know just how fuckin' proud you are. Let's see just how damned many pigs you can call from here!" He laughed, giving her another shove. When Cindy stumbled to her knees he laughed louder than before. "Get, you slut! Show us your goddamned cunt! Show us what we're all gonna get a taste of."
The freezing snow and wind chilled her cunt and froze her nipples. Fear nearly overwhelmed her. Rick was coming. She recognized those heavy footsteps, crunching closer. She turned, flinging her right arm up to protect her face.
"Up ... up," he growled, jerking her to her feet and holding hr tightly by the upper arm. Cindy was sure her flesh was turning black and blue. When he pushed her again, Cindy was ready for him, managing to keep her balance.
"Come on, baby, move it!" Rick growled behind her.
Cindy stumbled, got her balance and stopped. She felt cold, terrified and confused. Suddenly, she realized just how naked she was. Her flesh was puckered and turning a grayish blue from the extreme cold. She saw the bikers silently leering at her from under their leather caps. Their short jackets glistened under the silver moonlight, making them look all the more sinister.
"Hey, babe, let's fuck," one of the bikers shouted, jerking out a hand.
Cindy shook herself and barely shrank away from his grasp. Hands reached out suddenly, a sea of thick dirty fingers, for her body. The girl cried out, doubling over and trying to cover her big tits and her hairy cunt.
"OHHHHH!" Cindy cried, her eyes bugging out as she felt hands slapping her buttocks, hitting her hard on the thighs, fingers gripping her ankles, only to let go just as it looked as if she'd pitch onto the ground.
They were playing with her, getting hard-ons and toying with her the way a lion toys with his food before tearing it to shreds. When she tried to run away, Rick stood in her way and raised his fists. She dodged to one side, nearly falling on her face, then ran back toward the howling men. Her big titties bobbed, swinging out and slamming together, and her nipples turned a dark brown and stiffened under the attack of terror and cold. Her asscheeks and belly and thighs jiggled with each desperate step she took.
She wanted to stop running. Her eyes were filled with tears. Her lungs felt as if they were going to burst. Her feet were cut from the frozen mud. If only she could fall; if only they'd let her collapse. But every time she started to drop, someone took her roughly by the arm, twisting it around until she was afraid he'd break it. Reluctantly, she got back up and started stumbling around the yard once more. The cold and the mass of men around her were terrifying.
Then she saw them unzipping their Levi's, pulling their cocks out and jerking off. The cold stiffened their cocks faster than sexual excitement. Cindy cried out, covering her eyes. She'd never seen so many cocks pointed at one person in her life!
Shrieking in horror, the girl turned and ran blindly, her arms flailing in the cold night air. Mike was faster, reaching out and gripping her hair. Cindy cried out, feeling her knees buckling under her. Oh, the pain was horrible! She was sure he was going to rip her hair out. She could hear some of her hair ripping from her scalp.
"Easy, baby," Mike growled, pulling her up now, forcing the girl to move her feet like a crazed dancer, desperately searching to regain her position.
She could feel Mike's crotch hammering up against her bare white asscheeks. He was reaching around. She could feel him ramming two gloved fingers into her twat. Her belly and cunt muscles closed. Her thighs clenched as she yelped with an unforeseen pleasure. That cold leather had triggered something desperately perverted in her body. She twisted around, rubbing her cuntal walls around the seamed leather glove. She kept moving her thighs hungrily against his hand and spearing fingers. As the bikers laughed and gloated at the girl's wild depravity, she threw herself against him.
"Man, we got us a hot little number! Fuck, she'd probably take care of half the animals at Central Park Zoo if we dragged her to New York with us!"
"Hey, man, take it easy. We don't wanna ruin her for the night. Don't make her cum too much, or she's gonna be too fucked out."
"Yeah, yeah, like that girl in Tulsa." "Tulsa?" Cindy panted.
"Yeah, man, we got this one chick-and fuck, she was so fuckin' hot she kept goin' all night. You know?" Mike kept rimming the tight mouth of her hole with his fingers, getting more excited both from the sensation of her milking cunt and from the memory of what had happened that night in Tulsa. "And fuck, we got her turned on to the whole gang, dogs-the whole fuckin' shit. When we left her she was out of her mind-you know, fucked up. Crazy, man! I mean, she was barking and all that kind of shit!"
Cindy cried out and felt herself accidentally pissing with excitement on Mike's hand.
"Goddamn it! The little cunt's pissin' all over me," he cried out in disgust. He swore some more, jerking his hand away to shove his fingers in her mouth.
Cindy twisted her head away, retching when she smelled the pungent odor of her own piss on the glove. When she refused to take the soiled gloved fingers, he squeezed her ass with his other hand and jammed his right knee into her soft belly.
"AHHHHH!" Cindy cried, opening her mouth wide. Mike laughed in triumph and shoved his fingers into her mouth.
"Come on, baby, lick up your piss. Goddamn it, lap up your piss, 'cause you're gonna be lappin' up piss and shit before the night gets through!"
"Yeah, eat it, babe. Eat it like we're gonna eat you out," Rick added.
Cindy could hear the others saying the same things as she swallowed the mixture of piss and spittle. Her throat ached. Her lower jaw felt as if it were going to shatter from the constant pressure Mike was putting on it. She wondered if he realized how hard he was prying her mouth open. Oh, God, the smell, the taste of that piss was horrible! Mike laughed hard, obviously well pleased with the way the situation had turned out.
Rick came up behind her, his black leather belt doubled up in his hand. Mike backed away, leaving Cindy doubled up and holding her throat. She was spitting out the foul mixture of liquids when she saw Rick's familiar boots come up behind her.
"Ohhhh no, no, NO!" Cindy cried, twisting her head around and seeing the big belt in the biker's hand.
She knew automatically what he was going to try to do with it. She shrank away, her hands moving continually over her body like tiny animals. She tried to guess where he'd slice the belt into her sensitive white flesh.
"Come on, beg ... BEG!" Rick screamed, crouching down and holding the belt with both big gloved hands.
He tensed his body as if he were going to run at her. He watched the trembling girl closely. Once or twice, he snapped the belt loudly, laughing when Cindy jumped and stumbled backward.
No, no, she couldn't take pain like that. When she was small, she would become hysterical if her mother or father hit her. The pain, the horrible, burning, slicing pain of a leather belt against her creamy flesh made her want to die.
Oh, God, let me die, die now, please! Cindy prayed silently as she looked, bug-eyed, at the big biker.
The first attack came without warning. She saw the belt unfold and drop to the ground, then snap up stiffly toward the sky. She watched in fascination as Rick's powerful right arm circled around twice, then snapped down, bringing the belt down with it. There was a whistling sound, and then a sharp sensation racking her flesh. The pointed tip of the belt had cut into her ass.
"Ahhhrrrgh!" Cindy cried, jerking her body away from the burning pain. She could feel her ass tingling from the savage blow.
Cindy groaned, holding her body more tightly with her trembling arms. The girl saw Rick raising his hand again, the black leather belt dangling like a snake. She shook her head from side to side slowly, looking at him with tear-filled eyes and silently begging him to stop hurting her. Oh, she couldn't take pain like this! Oh God, she'd rather die than ...
"Aaarrrggh!" Cindy shrieked, her body snapping away from the incredible pain! Her head jerked back and her eyes bugged out and her lower jaw slackened.
He struck her again and again, increasing the intensity of the blows until, to the brunette teenager's surprise, she felt her body becoming numb to them.
"Hit her harder, man!"
"Yeah, yeah," Rick said, biting his upper lip in excitement.
His moustache and beard were flecked with spittle, and a strange sadistic fire glowed in his eyes. There was a noticeable bulge in his crotch as he watched the helpless young girl twisting, jerking, dancing obscenely in front of him, her naked body trembling in the icy New England winter wind as his belt lashed her butt again and again.
Cindy cried out again, throwing her head back. Her long black hair swept across her shaking shoulders and the upper portion of her back. She seemed to become weaker with each stroke. The girl could feel her will disintegrating with each blow.
"AHHHHH!" Cindy cried, twisting around and covering her ass with both hands.
The belt had sliced into the narrow crack between her asscheeks. She could feel something warm and wet running down her trembling thighs. Oh, God, she was so terrified she was pissing on herself!
"Hey, man, the broad's pissin' again. What's the matter baby, can't you hold it? You ain't been potty trained yet?" Mike sneered.
Cindy sobbed. She wasn't frightened any more. Now she was enraged, shamed in front of all these people.
"Stop it, stop!" she wailed, curling her fingers into two fists and looking with hatred at her tormentors.
"If you want me to stop, come here," Rick said, his voice suddenly changing from harsh animal to lover.
Cindy felt her heart racing. The wind had increased, making her flesh almost numb to its extreme biting cold. Rick may have changed his voice, but he still snapped the belt hard against the tip of his right boot.
The weapon made her heart pound maddeningly. When would this end? Would they leave her to die of exposure out here in the middle of this clearing? She could already feel the beginnings of frostbite on her toes and fingertips. If she didn't get inside to warmth soon, the killing effects of that condition would begin.
"Come here!"
Cindy stared at the cock straining in his pants. She was all too aware of what he could do with that thing. He was going to fuck her mind out after beating her into some kind of bloody mess.
No, no, . . . oh, God ... please ... let him just fuck me and get it over with.
"Bitch!" Rick snarled, running up to her and backhanding her hard across the cheek.
Cindy howled, staggered back three steps and, with arms flailing back, fell on her ass in front of the laughing motorcycle gang. She wiggled away from the grotesque leader, her hands digging into the dirt as her naked white legs and ass scraped painfully across the frozen mud. The wind picked up her hair and blew it across her flushed face.
Rick advanced slowly, his boots crushing the little walls of frozen ridges made by the bikes, earlier. He kept snapping the belt against his Levi's, watching her jump at each sharp sound.
"Oh, no ... no," Cindy moaned.
It was a nightmare. She couldn't believe a person could be this horrible, this sadistic. Terror knifed through her. She knew he was going to turn her over to the gang to be devoured piecemeal by all of them. And then, if there were any dogs in the area, she'd be treated just like that girl they talked about in Tulsa.
Dog meat! That's how she'd finally end up! "No ... no..."
She was whimpering, her cries growinglouder as he came closer.
"Oh, yes, baby, yes. You're gonna respect all of us ... hear? You're gonna drop on all fours and wag that pretty little tight ass of yours when we come around. You're gonna wag it 'cause we're gonna do somethin' to it to make you remember!"
Terrified by his words, Cindy slid backward, her fear-stricken eyes wide and focused on Rick. He gained on her. Crying out, suddenly, she turned and, like an animal, on all fours, speeded temporarily out of reach. Her titties hung down, the stiffened nipples nearly touching the frozen ground. The wind blew hard against her tight plump asscheeks. She tried to crawl faster and slipped, falling on her face and skinning her palms and knees. Cindy got back up and started crawling away fast, again on all fours.
Rick took shorter steps purposely, motioning to the bikers to let her get partially away. He could sense the wild hope going through the girl as she saw an opportunity for her to escape into the surrounding forest. The panting teenager felt her lungs bursting from exertion and fear. Steam clouds puffed from her flared nostrils. Her black hair whipped around her face and shoulders.
Then suddenly, she felt herself crashing into something hard and metallic. Twisting her face around, the frantic young woman saw it was one of the Harleys.
Rick laughed, standing in front of her with his hands on his thick-muscled hips.
"You see, you're not gonna get away from us so easy, chick!"
With that, he brought the belt down again, the leather biting the flesh just below her ribcage. She squealed like a stuck pig, jerking around on her belly and covering her face with her hands. The final round of beating had begun. Of that she was certain.
When they finished with that, there'd be a mass fucking and then ... ?
Chapter Seven
Rick swung the belt over his head one more time. Cindy looked helplessly as the black leather instrument of torture seemed to hang suspended in the air, then came down at her face in slow-motion. She screamed, her back arching stiffly and her big tits jiggling apart, then rolling together. She pitched forward, her arms stretched out in front of her as her knees jerked apart from the force of this blow on her inner thigh. Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks as she rolled once more onto her belly. She had to protect her cunt and her face.
No, she couldn't let him destroy those two precious things with that horrible belt of his! "P-please ... don't ... do ... that!" Cindy cried softly.
Oh, why did she say something like that? It was only like throwing gasoline on an already raging fire. She was helpless-unable to protect herself. She knew they were all enjoying her helplessness, almost jumping up and down with joy when she cried out and begged them to have mercy. No, there wouldn't be any help or mercy, here.
The belt came down again. Cindy rolled away to one side, exposing one asscheek. The belt ripped at that exposed asscheek, making her jerk, like a speared fish, on the ground. But to her surprise, Cindy found herself responding somewhat positively to the attack. There was a snaking warmth radiating from her pussy to the injured buttock and then back to her cunt again.
Rick grunted, bringing the belt down again. He was tearing it across her soft ass, laughing as he watched the white flesh turn red under his attack and jiggle with each blow of his leather belt. The needle-sharp heat ripped at her buttocks, spreading deliciously to her pussy hole. When it reached her clit, the pain was transformed into a pleasant warmth.
The belt hit again. Again the heat snapped at her rising clit. She could feel the tiny sex organ swelling, stiffening, pushing up from its surrounding flesh. Cindy was shrieking and crying out, but some of those cries weren't out of fear or pain.
The bikers realized this and grinned at one another in victory.
"Fuck, you're not doin' anything to her, now. She's fuckin' enjoyin' herself, now!" Mike said, kicking the groaning teenager lightly with the tip of his boot.
"Well, you're gonna see somethin' done to her, then," Rick said, reaching down and gabbing the tab of his zipper.
Cindy didn't move. Watching him with unblinking eyes, feeling her pulse racing, she watched him pull down the zipper tab and unbutton the top snap of his dirty Levi's. In an instant, his familiar fat, long dick rolled out from the parted halves of his pants. She could see pre-cum oozing from his pissslit, slicking down the purplish dome of his throbbing, thick-veined cock.
Rick swaggered toward her, sweat pouring down his flushed face. His fingers clenched into two fists. One arm shot toward her. This time, Cindy didn't back down. He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her along the ground. With her arm nearly pulled out of the socket, Cindy was fighting two wild desires within her: She wanted him to rape her, to fuck her until she couldn't piss for a week; and she wanted him to let her go, to have pity. The result was a wild conflict in the girl that made her fuck-oil flush over her trembling, goosefleshed thighs.
In the middle of the courtyard, he let her go. Cindy could hear him calling her all sorts of obscene names while he shoved his Levi's to his knees. The cold should have been making him shiver, too. But like her, he was so involved in their sex scene, nothing seemed to bother him. Even the large red and purple welts covering her belly, buttocks and upper arms didn't throb any more as she watched his balls roll out from his Levi's.
"Oh, God!" Cindy cried as she watched him jerk down his Levi's, step from them and kick them aside.
He gasped as the air slapped his bare haunches. Oh, how big he looked, now-so big and naked and hairy. In an instant, he was on top of her, spreading her legs apart with those hard thumbs of his, peeling back her sensitive cuntlips as if he were going to rip them from her body.
Cindy groaned, writhing on the cold, hard ground. The frozen mud tore at her back and shoulders. Oh, how that fat prick was plowing through her hole! Rick was obviously trying to get his rocks off. He purposely didn't want her to cum with him. He had other plans for her sexuality -that she could see.
"Bitch, fuckin' little hot cunt!" he panted, working his cock like a fat worm inside her hole. His weight was crushing her, forcing her body into the dirt. Cindy could feel the frozen mud thawing under her body heat. 'She could feel the wet mud oozing under her armpit and elbow, smearing her neck and the back of her head. They were like pigs, fucking in the pen! She wanted to retch at the thought of what was happening to her. "No, no," Cindy groaned, trying to twist from beneath the big biker.
She was fighting to breathe, struggling to be free of his crushing weight. Through the constant roaring in her head, she heard the sounds of the other bikers, standing in a steady line. They were laughing at her, cheering on their leader as he fucked her.
There was a shout above her. And then she could feel gouts of sticky jizz burning into her hot little hole. How she wanted to cum! How she wanted to get rid of the killing edge of sexual excitement! Only then, she realized, would she be able to accurately assess what they did to her.
No, she didn't want to become a willing victim to their sadism. Dimly, the young girl realized the danger she was to herself. There was a wild beast in her that would be cut loose and allowed to roam freely if she didn't stop it, right now.
"Yeah, fuckin' A," Rick groaned, pumping his cock faster and faster into her wet, sucking hole when he felt his climax peaking.
Cindy did all she could to make herself cum. She dug her heels into the melting mud and tilted her cunt downward, desperately trying to get the maximum amount of friction of cock against clit. But nothing would work. His cum exploded again and again. Cindy unclenched her thighs, letting his driving weight drag her hips up and then down. Her cuntlips were peeled back. Her clit shaft was completely exposed. The cold wind under her bouncing, taut ass collided with the clit-bud.
Oh, she was so close to cumming! So, so close! She could feel her body swelling, her tits throbbing with the pulse leaping in her juiced cunt.
And then, Rick pulled out, chuckling obscenely as he shook the final drops of cum from his soft dick and slid it back into his trousers. He knew, full well, how hot the young teenager still was. He watched as she curled her legs up to her titties and rolled onto her side, wallowing in the melting mud, jerking and twitching as if someone had touched a live electric wire to her pussy. She was trying to bring herself off. But the young woman was still too conscious of all the men around her to jerk herself off. No, she wouldn't sink that low-yet! "Hey, someone wanna finish her off?"
"Sure, I will, but not in the cunt. Fuck, I'm not gonna get my dick all fuckin' wet with your goddamned jizz," Mike growled.
"You oughtta be proud to have my cum on your fuckin' dick," Rick growled, peeling his lips back in a wide toothy grin.
"Fuck!" Mike said, spreading his legs and unzipping his trousers.
Cindy looked through the glaze that had settled over her eyes and saw someone standing over her. She could see a long thin cock being pulled out from between the gleaming silver zipper teeth. "Ohhhhh, yes, yes!" Cindy groaned.
"Not here, baby," Mike said, reaching down and taking her by the wrist.
He pulled her around, rolling her over onto her belly. Mike slapped her ass, hitting the sore, hot spots made by Rick's flailing belt. Her ass felt as if it were on fire. At times, Cindy thought Mike was splitting her skin. Her buttocks heated up, reddening to a brilliant scarlet. And yet, in spite of the pain she was supposed to be feeling, she could feel an odd sexual response in her pussy. Of course, she'd been worked up partially by Rick's wild fucking, but this intense tight, pulsating sensation in her cunt was directly because of Mike's abuse.
"Gimme that! Gotta ream her out 'fore 1 stick my dick in her ass."
Mike stretched out his hand, pointing to an old broomstick lying near one of the bikers. One of the gang members picked it up, wiped the excess mud on his Levi's, then handed it to Mike.
"We'll take care of every fuckin' hole in your goddamned precious body, you slut," he growled, turning the handle around and shoving the tip between the girl's rounded, white buttocks.
Cindy cried out, jerking her hands forward, digging her elbows into the soft mud and trying to crawl away from the splitting pain in her asshole. He was shoving that broomstick in her tight little shitter-actually reaming her out with that horrible thing!
"Nooo, don't do that! Oh, my God, stop it! STOP!" Cindy shrieked, arching her back and rolling her face to one side.
She could feel the filthy mud oozing over her cheek and into her mouth. She gagged, twisting her face around and spitting as the pain in her ass got worse and worse. Her knees shot apart and her toes dug into the soft mud. She was getting as dirty as a wallowing pig. She could hear the soft sticky sounds of her body rolling around in the mud. And still, the broomstick worked deeper and deeper into her tight hole.
And then, something odd happened. Thrusting her ass backward in an attempt to get away from the blunt tip pushing at her bunghole, Cindy inadvertently slid the broomstick out of her shitter mouth and into her cunt, forcing her wet, hot pussy open. The instant clenching of her cuntmuscles around the broomstick almost dragged it out of Mike's hand.
"Fuck, she's so goddamned hot, I could fuck her off with a pile of rocks, and she'd still go for it!" Mike snarled.
He ripped the stick away from Cindy's pussy. The girl's feet jerked apart involuntarily, spreading her asscheeks even farther apart.
"NOOOO!" Cindy cried as she felt the broomstick being forced back into her asshole again.
Her tight ring of sphincter muscles clamped shut. She clawed at the loose wet dirt in front of her face, her arms knotting with muscles she didn't know she had. The young brunette could feel the wet mud clinging to her face and hair as she pulled herself slowly along the melting track of mud that her hot body was making.
A strange fire had started in the rim of her asshole as he moved the broomstick in and outlaughing, working his fingers greedily over his cockmeat as he watched the helpless girl crawling along the dirt.
Mike yanked the stick out of her asshole. Cindy felt as if her entire rectal lining went with it. She could hear Mike puffing excitedly behind her. She thought of that long dick and wondered just how much of it she'd be able to take before fainting. The young woman was sure she'd pass out before his balls reached her buttocks. No person would be able to take a dick that thick and that long, without passing out!
Then suddenly, Cindy felt Mike fall behind her, reach around and grab the horns at the front of her hips. She could feel his meaty cockhead moving up and down between her plump asscheeks. Cindy let out a groan of excitement in spite of her horror, moving her thighs from side to side to relieve the hot, itchy pressure building up in her cunt.
Oh, how wet her thighs were getting from the excitement!
She could feel the broad nose of Mike's dick slipping between the cheeks of her ass. Mike was sliding his hand under her body, pushing it through the sea of mud forming under her hot belly, until he finally found her wet pussycrack. In an instant, she could feel him playing with her stiff clit, pushing it down and letting it spring up, then tweaking it between his thumb and fingers so hard, she pissed with excitement. But with all the mud working into her tight hole and between his squeezing fingers, the young cyclist couldn't tell where that added bit of moisture came from. Cindy groaned again, pushing her knees into the soft mud and spreading her thighs apart as much as she could in that belly-down positon.
Mike grunted with satisfaction. He moved his hand to the fat root of his cock to guide it carefully to the center of Cindy's bunghole. She could feel it pressing hard against the wrinkled, puckered lips of her shitter. Then, for an instant, he drew back, looking down to check for the last time. All around them, the other bikers were breathing hard, their fingers going up and down their bulging groins. Some had already cum-long dark-blue streaks appearing on their pantlegs as their bodies trembled with excitement.
"OHHHHH!"
"Keep on shoutin', babe! You know, that's the only way to really turn me on!"
Cindy cried out again as she felt him push hard with all his weight. She yelled and shrieked, feeling the blunt head force her sphincter wide open. His cock sank into her burning hole with one raping stroke.
"OH, GOD, GOD, STOP IT!" Cindy shrieked, clawing desperately at the dirt in front of her. She could almost feel her body splitting in two from the sudden raping asshole fuck. Her body twitched and jerked. Her groans were more like muffled screams. Mike stopped for a second, letting the girl move and twist helplessly under him for several mintues before going any farther. When she finally stopped moaning and jerking, he continued to fuck her in the ass. Cindy knew the best thing in the world for her to do was relax. She could feel that cock sliding into her twisting body like a hot poker. Oh, how she wanted to feel that hard dick in her cunt and not in her ass! But Mike was toying with her clit, working it around in tiny circles, now. Slowly, she began to feel the old sexual fire, rising quickly in her pussy. Her ass was relaxing, taking the whole of the biker's cock without any problem.
"Yeah,
baby ... ohh ... good, hot ass!" Mike whispered as he settled onto her body.
She could feel the full weight of the big biker on her, now. He was pushing her hard into the mud while toying with her clit until she thought she'd blow her mind. How slippery his cock felt in her ass! And now, he was moving his other hand under her belly, sliding it toward her tit. Oh, how good it felt to have his fingers toying with her nipple! Cindy moved her ass back toward the heavyhaired groin that was pounding her asscheeks. She squirmed as sensuously as she could, trying to ease the hurt of that cock in her ass by increasing the pleasure of his fingers on her clit. But oh he was splitting her wide open! Cindy felt the pain of the asshole rape reaching higher and higher in her ass. It was radiating outward, spreading to the edges of her buttocks.
The widening head of his cock seemed to be ripping her to pieces. Cindy sobbed, fighting back the tears, welling up in her eyes. He was pinching her nipple cruelly, making the girl think he was going to tear it from the rest of her tit. Suddenly, the fat head popped past the tight ring of muscles protecting the entrance to her asshole. She jerked her legs straight, letting out a choked, surprised cry of agony.
Cindy bit her lip. She couldn't even sob, now. The air was gone from her lungs. She tried to focus her eyes on something, but a strange red fog had settled over her brain, blotting out every outside stimulus except the one tearing her shitter apart. The young woman pushed back her ass, stretching her knees even farther apart, doing anything she could think of to relieve the horrible pressure and pain.
"Jesus, she's fuckin' like a mink!"
"Too bad we can't get her in the ass and cunt at the same time!"
Two cocks in her at the same time! Cindy's brain whirled at the suggestion. What a sensation that would be-to have two stiff dicks in her body, both of them sliding in and out, pumping her full of jizz, so full it would be coming out of her mouth!
Cindy was completely torn to pieces. She wrestled her tits against Mike's hand, feeling the pain from her ass actually exciting her pussy even more. The big biker was turning on to the girl's wiggling, pinching her clit harder, toying with it as if it were a marble to be rolled around from finger to finger! Her round, firm assmounds flexed against his groin as he drilled inch after hot, throbbing inch into her puckered bunghole.
As his fat dick corkscrewed deeper and deeper into her asshole, it sent shivery thrills through her body. Cindy was starting to love the sensation of having her ass stuffed with that hunk of pulsating dickmeat. But how much would her ass be able to take? He couldn't be thinking of shoving the whole of that nine-inch monster into her!
But more and more of that prong was knifing into her hole. Suddenly, Mike stopped, squeezed his hairy asscheeks together and started drawing out. What a strange sensation it was to feel that cock withdrawing! Her clit started throbbing in pre-orgasmic spasms as hot chills radiated through her body.
Yes, yes! He could do anything he wanted with her! How marvelous it felt to have that cock splitting her apart, then pulling out!
Cindy thought he'd yanked a foot of dickmeat out of her tight hole. She let out a long sigh of relief.
And then, she stiffened. He was pushing his cock back in. Oh, how deliciously wicked it felt to be lying there in the mud, having her ass raped by that cock, having her tits and clit worked over by those wonderful, milking fingers!
The young brunette rocked her body back and forth slowly, groaning with delight. The strange fullness inside her gut was exciting her like mad. His cock went deeper, past where the first stroke had ended. Cindy inhaled, her moans coming from deep in her chest. The head of his prick went in and in, filling her body until she felt it almost touching her stomach.
"OHHH, STOP, STOP!" the girl cried, sure he was going to kill her with that prong!
And yet, in spite of that horrible sensation of pain and revulsion of getting fucked in the ass, Cindy actually wanted more cock in her ass! She wished Mike could fuck her all day that way. Oh, how wonderful that lewd feeling was inside her ass as he pulled back one more time, then threw in his cockmeat, rotating his thighs from side to side.
"Mmmmmmm!" Mike growled between his tightly clenched teeth.
"Hey, I think the stud's gonna shoot. Too bad he can't last long," Rick said, a little envious of his buddy's present position.
"Yes, yes, yessss!" Cindy cried helplessly, jerking and twisting her body in time to the ass-ripping fucks.
The tempo of Mike's thrusting increased. Cindy squeezed her bunghole tightly around him, trying to drag more tingles from her asshole. She didn't care how much it hurt, now. All she wanted was that cock to drive into her until the spinning, growing ball of lust, deep in her belly, blew apart in her cunt.
Oh, God, what kind of slut had she turned into? But Mike had more stamina than his buddies gave him credit for. He wheezed and gasped, arching his back, then straightening it and hammering his hips hard against her jiggling buttocks. The air was filled with the wet sounds of his fat, long prong drilling in and out of her stretched, raped asshole. Cindy couldn't believe the wild heat building up in her clit. She was sobbing, grunting, trying to keep up with his strokes.
Mike began grunting hard, behind her. His cock was pulled nearly all the way out, only the head staying in her asshole. Cindy cried out and dug her knees into the soft mud, wrenching her buttocks up and skewering her asshole onto his fat pole of her own free will.
That was enough for Mike. With a wild cry of triumph and hellish pleasure, he slammed into her, twisting his thighs from side to side. Cindy could feel his fingers tearing at her nipple and clit.
And then, with a white lightning explosion, she came-twisting, groaning, howling and jerking as hot globs of jizz sprayed into her injured asshole and leaked onto her thighs.
Chapter Eight
Cindy lay in the mud, panting like an exhausted animal while Mike crawled up and slipped his shitslicked cock back into his dirty Levi's.
"Hey, man, you had her beggin' for that dickmeat, right up her ass!" one of the bikers said, laughing and clapping his buddy on the shoulder.
"Yeah ... fuck ... I didn't think I could take care of that little bitch. Fuck, I don't think anybody can," he said, wiping the back of his mouth with one hand as he looked, meaningfully, at Rick.
"Let's try the same thing we tried on the Tulsa bitch."
"Oh, my God, my God," Cindy moaned, digging her palms into the soft mud and pulling herself up.
The cold wind had numbed almost all her feeling. She crouched there, cold mud dripping from her belly, her throat and her titties, looking like a savage jungle woman. Her silky hair hung in clotted strands, plastered to her skull. She shivered in the increasing cold as the bikers stomped their booted feet on the hard ground to keep warm.
Rick and Mike disappeared for a second, running quickly to what she guessed was a barn, behind the house. She could hear the creaking of rusty hinges and the slamming of wood against wood as the barn door was pried open.
Then came the sound of excited barking! The girl in Tulsa! The dogs! Suddenly, everything fell into place. Cindy moaned, rocking back and forth. They were going to make her have sex with a dog-a goddamned dog!
"No, I won't! No, it's the last straw! I won't . . . I WON'T! A large Irish Setter stood at Rick's side, his long tail high in the air. His black nostrils flaring as steam came from his snout as he looked first at Rick, then at the trembling brunette some ten feet in front of him.
"Sure, you will. You ain't got much of a choice," the big biker said, pointing his at the young teenager, still crouched in her self-made pool of freezing mud. "Feed!" he said coldly, his eyes narrowing as he licked his upper lip nervously.
That word sent shivers of horror through the young brunette. The animal looked so harmless, and yet, when Rick said "Feed" she could hear a growl of excitement-not of anger-ripple through the air. The Setter's body quivered with excitement. He was going to attack her, do things to her that she'd only heard some of her girlfriends whisper about in the bathroom.
"No, oh, God, no!" Cindy cried, digging her feet and fingers into the mud and hauling her body out of the slime.
She sobbed and screamed, wiping the mud from her eyes as she catapulted right into a group of bikers. They laughed, pawed her tits, threw her roughly back. Cindy staggered, her feet tangling together and sending her pitching onto the ground.
"Keep fighting, baby! That's the way we like it," Rick said, his eyes glowing like two hot coals. The dog barked excitedly, crouching close to the ground as his tail jerked back and forth nervously. Cindy twisted around, pushing her ass back on the cold ground, raising her knees and snapping her thighs together.
"We got company for him," Mike said, coming up behind his buddy with a large black Doberman panting heavily at his side.
Two dogs! Oh, Jesus, what was happening? Cindy's eyes widened. They were literally feeding her to the animals!
"Over, baby," Rick said, placing the toe of one boot to her ribcage and shoving.
Cindy sobbed, wiping the tears from her face and meekly obeying him. There was nothing she could do. She was so cold, so dirty, so wet. She just wanted to get inside-somewhere where there wasn't any wind and men and cold.
While Mike stood with the two animals, stroking their slick coats, Rick forced her into a bitchfucking position. Cindy curled her fingers into the dirt, closing her eyes as the arctic wind blew into her face, fanning her hair behind her shivering shoulders. She could smell the animals as they approached her. She could feel the weight of her hanging tits and the sensation of them swinging back and forth as she shuddered with cold and terror. Mike reached down and patted the animal on the ass, pointing to the trembling naked young girl. Cindy looked up as Rick told her that the dogs always went with them on the bike trips, providing amusement and protection.
Cindy's flesh crawled when the Setter moved behind her and shoved his cold black snout between her cuntlips. She snapped her knees together, her sagging body becoming rigid at that cold contact. The Doberman, meanwhile, stood by her side, nuzzling her hanging tits and starting to lick one jug with his long, rough tongue.
"Good, good," Rick murmured, scratching. his groin while watching the girl shudder at each contact the dogs made with her body.
The other bikers watched silently, some of them still having their cocks in their hands and working their hard meat back and forth.
Cindy closed her eyes and fought back the desire to vomit. That's exactly what they wanted-to see her in the most humiliated, degraded position, to see her throwing up her guts. How they'd shriek with laughter if she held her belly and retched all over herself! No, they wouldn't be given that satisfaction!
They wouldn't see her backing into the animals either, tossing her body around as if caught in a whirlwind. Now only the girl would feel her shame and degradation. Waves of humiliation and guilt washed over her. Her heart beat like a bass drum. They could force her to commit this horrible act with these animals; but nothing could make her en
joy it. Getting raped in the cunt, then fucked in the butt while wallowing in the filthy mud, was one thing. But this was too much!
"Ohhh," Cindy groaned, snapping her head away from the Doberman's snout.
She could feel something crawling up her back. It was the Setter, mounting her the way he would a bitch in the street gutter. She could feel his hot breath blowing against her ass. His sharp toenails were raking her welted, white flesh as he moved higher up her body. His forelegs slid around her sagging belly, and he nestled his head between her jutting shoulder blades.
Cindy groaned with the weight and the revolting horror of her situation. She could smell nothing but the animals' bodies now. She couldn't keep her body stiff and rigid any more. The weight on top of her was forcing her elbows to bend under the pressure. Against her right thigh, she could feel the Setter's long, rubbery, slick knobber sliding toward her cunt. His toenails cruelly scratched her sides, leaving long red marks. His hairy tail brushed-surprisingly comfortingly-against her upper legs.
This was it! She was actually going to have a dog fucking her pussy! Jesus! Only a few hours ago, she was a virgin who would have blushed if someone had even mentioned a girl being fucked by a dog. And now, here she was-crouched in front of these leering men, having one dog fuck her while another one licked her tits.
Suddenly, the grip around her waist tightened. A steady, low nervous growl came from the Setter's throat. How her skin tickled and warmed under the big dog's silky hair! His body was actually offering warmth and protection from the icy wind, whipping and groaning through the surrounding pine forest. The young brunette felt him moving behind her. His long slick cock slid closer and closer to her cunt.
And then, it happened! There was no warning, no foreplay, nothing to tell the girl the animal's cock was going to slide into her tight, wet little cunthole. Her belly jerked and tightened. Cindy was racked by a series of painful dry heaves making her chest and throat throb and ache. Waves of nausea swept over her. The dog's hard, hot prick was pushing past her outer labes, the pointed tip slicing easily into her cunthole. She could feel her cuntlips unsticking, peeling back into a wide grin as the foul spike of doggie dickmeat sliced into her cunt. "UNNNGHHHH!"
There was no excitement, no desire to let the fuck go on forever. Lights flashed around her sagging head. She whipped her hair across her whitened knuckles as hot tears rolled down her face. She screamed and sobbed in revulsion. The long, knobby thing was reaming out her cunt, feeling like a rubber hose splitting her in two.
The Doberman whined next to her, tilting his head to one side and licking her face and neck. Cindy shrank away, as best she could, in revulsion. She was surrounded by dogs. She smelled like a dog! She was being fucked like a dog, by a dog!
She wanted to scream, tear out her hair, run retching and sobbing into the forest as the wind whipped her naked, tortured body.
But all she could do was crouch there and let the animals and the bikers have their monstrous ways. "NNNNGH!" Cindy groaned as she felt the dribbling warm streams of cum ooze from the Setter's dick and wash her pussy walls. He was cumming, spraying his foul doggie jizz into her hole! There'd been no warning-nothing to let her know what was about to happen! There had been a few hunches by the big growling Setter, then he came! "Yeah! Go, babe, go!" Mike said, slapping his hands against his thighs and grinning.
Cindy dropped her head and fought back the sour taste rising in her throat. No, she wouldn't throw up all over herself. Somehow, she'd manage to keep her sanity and pride. As she felt the jizz ooze from her hole and wet her white thighs, as she felt the slippery wet bumps on his cock slip past her outer labes and bury themselves in her pussy, the girl grunted like a stuck pig, still refusing to scream or vomit.
When the Setter's big knob, bulging just in back of his thick cockhead, banged against her outer labes, the girl cried out in horror. She thought he was through with his fuck, but apparently, the big dog had just begun. He was wiggling his narrow hips, whining, whimpering, trying to work his cockroot into her hole.
"NO, NO!" Cindy cried as she felt the big animal working around for better leverage.
"No, no," Rick mimicked her as he watched the dog pump his cock in and out, faster and harder. The young girl sobbed uncontrollably, dropping her head between her shaking shoulders and fighting back the screams rising in her throat. Her tears flowed freely from under her closed eyelids. The animal's frantic fucking shook her body as the sound of his knobber, slicing in and out of her tight cunthole, echoed through the clearing. The girl's big tits swayed back and forth from the force of the powerful fucking blows.
Cindy could feel the animal's short, stiff hairs surrounding his cock tickling and scratching her cuntlips. Saliva flowed from the Setter's halfopened mouth and dripped onto Cindy's back and neck. The big animal's humping became faster and harder. He drove that big knot against her snatch lips until the air in the surrounding forest seemed to throb with the same intensity of the girl's beating heart.
Cindy's body stiffened and trembled. She groaned and sobbed, pushing her forehead into the frozen ground as the dog's big, hairy balls slapped her buttocks. She felt her belly buck and turn over. Her head spun around and around.
Oh, God, she could feel that sour taste oozing higher and higher in her tight, dry throat!
Then, suddenly, the animal yelped, hugging her body more tightly than before. He was cumming again-or maybe he was still cumming and this was the climax! Cindy didn't know what was happening. She only knew the animal was trembling on top of her, letting out high-pitched, whistling yelps.
Cindy cried out again and again. She clawed the frozen dirt until she could feel her nails breaking. Something hot and wet was burning the sides of her pussy. She broke into a series of hoarse, choked cries of despair and revulsion. She could feel the big Setter dumping his load of hot jizz into her hole. More and more cum shot from the animal's throbbing, cumming dick. His small; powerful ass shook as he drove his haunches harder and harder.
Cindy thought the big dog's climax would last forever. When it was finally over, the Setter slid off the girl and dropped to the ground. It was then, the second dog took over, moving directly behind her and sniffing at the thin, white jizz oozing from her cunt and down her thighs. Cindy was about to fall onto her side, when she could feel something cold and wet pressing against her pussylips again. Then, there was the sensation of licking.
"No, no, NOOOO!" the girl wailed.
But it was all too true. She was getting fucked again! The Doberman pricked his pointed ears forward, letting out throaty growls of excitement as he slipped his tongue up and down the girl's pussy. Cindy closed her eyes and swallowed hard, feeling that rough, wet tongue sloshing up and down, plastering her pussyhairs with doggie spit.
In a way it was almost exciting. Under other circumstances, Cindy realized she might genuinely be excited by what was happening, but now ...
The Doberman was taking his time, slowly working on her pussy. He seemed to enjoy the pungent flavor of his fellow animal's cum as it mixed with her pussy juice and oozed from her cunt.
"Go on, honey, let him have a little fun with your twat!" Rick shouted, hugging his body with both arms and stomping the ground.
The air was getting icy. Cindy shivered, feeling she was going to die of exposure. Now, all she could think of was getting indoors-somewhere, anywhere-away from this killing cold!
The big Doberman, however, seemed to have other plans. The cold didn't seem to bother him at all as he casually licked the girl's pussy. Then, moving down and back for a second, the big Doberman opened his powerful jaws and playfully bit on her ankle. Cindy cried out, her eyes bugging from her head and her body shaking with terror and cold. And yet, something inside her was responding to this big dog. God only knew, she should have been on the ground, panting with exhaustion, ready to die from the cold. Instead, Cindy found herself becoming aroused.
"Down, down," the girl cried, moving one hand around and slapping at the big dog.
The Doberman growled and snapped threateningly at the young brunette. She cried out again, sliding her knees toward her titties and folding her arms under them.
Drool dropped from the Doberman's tongue as he started working over her pussy. His tongue was so warm, so comforting to her ravaged pussy. Cindy couldn't believe she was reacting this wayto the big Doberman. She was almost breathless with unspeakable lust as hot doggie spittle plastered down her pussy hairs.
The liquid almost froze in the arctic wind, blowing in from the north. The young girl looked up and could see the pines bending, waving back and forth as the increasing wind howled through the shivering forest.
And yet, the dog managed to keep her alive and warm. His coat, when he rubbed against her, tickled her naked flesh. There wasn't any getting around it now-unlike her experience with the Setter, this time, Cindy was letting the animal do these things to her. She was enjoying his, actually wallowing in her depravity while the men around her laughed and taunted her.
"Ohhhhh!"
Cindy fell onto her belly and almost felt like giggling as the big Doberman bobbed his head around, trying to find her cunt again. He nosed around her ears, whimpering, then growling angrily in frustration. He licked down her back, sliding his tongue around the hollows and bumps of her body. Cindy let out a shivery moan as she felt the hot spittle coat her flesh, then almost freeze under the biting north wind.
"Hey, man, we're gonna die out here," Mike said, narrowing his eyes and stomping his feet. He could feel the icy wind through his heavily lined jacket.
"Give 'er time," Rick said, fascinated by the young girl's wild turn-on.
The Doberman growled and started lapping each goose-fleshed asscheek, his tongue moving into her asscrack. He slathered the narrow crevice until his hot doggie spit oozed over the thick curls of her cunt mound. Cindy cried out as she felt the thick hot flow of spit teasing her clit shaft. She arched her back once again, getting up shakily to her knees to give the Doberman more room to lick her.
The weight of her big titties, hanging from her chest, excited her. She wobbled on her knees and elbows, gasping in lungfuls of icy air. Now, the dog was working lower. She spread her thighs apart until her inner cuntlips peeled stickly back from the warm pussymeat along her slit. The Doberman moved around and shoved his cold black snout into her snatch, raking her cuntal mound.
Then, the animal changed back, crawling onto the young girl's back as his buddy had. Cindy wasn't ready for any kind of fuck. She'd barely been aroused by this dog's licking tongue.
But if only he could delay the fuck for ... oh, God, what was she doing? She was actually hoping the animal would take his time, when she should be thinking only of ways to escape! Cindy moaned and buried her face in her trembling, cold fingers.
"Huhhhhrrr!" the girl cried as the Doberman covered her body like a heavy fur blanket.
He was heavier than the Setter. She could smell his foul breath as he rested his head on her neck and wrapped his forelegs tightly around her chest. Cindy closed her eyes and bit down hard on her lower lip. She could feel that hard, slick cock rubbing her thigh. He was moving his narrow hips around, trying to find the best position to fuck her. Cindy could feel his body shaking with excitement. His forelegs trembled around her waist.
The young girl felt something wet hit her legs. He was cumming, shooting his wad without burying his fat dick in her cunt. Thank God he was cumming that way! Cindy wasn't sure she could take another dog, fucking her in the snatch.
After he'd finished blowing his load against her trembling legs, the Doberman slid off and looked meekly at the frowning Rick.
"Can't do anything right, damn it! Same thing happened in Tulsa," he growled, kicking the howling animal hard in the side. He bent down and grabbed the moaning brunette by the warm and jerked her up from the frozen ground.
"No more ... no more," Cindy groaned, feeling herself slipping into unconsciousness. She could feel them dragging her back toward the house before everything faded into a blessed black faint.
Chapter Nine
Cindy had been awake for several minutes, but kept her eyes shut purposely.
She knew that once awake, the men around her would start in again. Her body ached. The welts made her tender white flesh sting, and all the fucking her poor pussy had received made her snatchlips sore.
The young girl was terrified. She could tell she'd been laid out on a table. Her wrists had been tied together, her arms stretched high over her head and tied to a table leg. Her ankles had been tied-but not together. Two ropes tied each ankle to a leg of the wooden table. As the table was relatively short, though wide, the result was that Cindy's knees were raised and spread widely apart. Her toes dangled just over the front edge of the table.
"She awake yet?"
The trembling brunette thanked God she was finally indoors. She could hear the wind howling outside. At times, the farm house trembled from the force of the gale tearing through the forest. Peering from under her partially closed eyelids Cindy could see that about half the gang was present, the remainder probably having grown tired of her antics and retiring for the night.
"I've got a way to wake up Sleeping Beauty," Rick said, reaching inside his jacket and pulling out a pack of cigarettes.
He tapped one out and put it between his sensuous thick lips. When it was lit, he swaggered over to the table, moving the glowing tip over her right tit. Cindy tried to stay calm and pretend to be unconscious. But the uncomfortable heat near her right nipple was finally too much for her. With a sharp cry of fear, the girl tried to twist her body away from the glowing cigarette tip.
"Thought she was fakin'," Mike growled, smiling at his buddy's success in arousing the girl. "Cold, babe? Sure, you gotta be ... especially after fuckin' your brains out," he said, moving the tip of the cigarette lower, keeping it an inch away from her belly.
Cindy whimpered, pulling at the ropes. She felt them chafe her ankles and wrists. She shut her eyes tightly as the heat singed the white fuzz on her flesh. The heat seemed to radiate down to her navel. She could smell the sharp odor of burning tobacco. He was sliding the tip down to her thigh. The girl jerked her head up, the cords in her neck straining against her flesh as she looked, wideeyed, at what was happening.
Rick was standing to one side, holding the cigarette about an inch above the stretched tendon of her inner thigh. A thin layer of sweat had broken out all over her body. Strange, that in this horrible position Cindy noticed someone had washed all the mud, piss and cum off her body. She was clean again, clean for this new form of torture. "Why . . . WHY?" the girl wailed as she watched Rick drop the cigarette to her flesh. "We just like doin' it. We wait until we find an uppity little cunt like you. Then . . . "
He never finished the sentence. He touched the glowing head of the cigarette to her flesh, then dragged it along the line of her bulging tendon, toward her cunt. Cindy's eyes bugged out as she sucked in a ragged breath and held it. Her head shook violently, as if she were being seized by a fit. Her lower jaw slackened. The girl's legs trembled mightily, and her wrists worked against the rough ropes cutting into her.
Cindy fought to remain silent. She didn't want to give them any more pleasure than she had to. It was her last bid at defiance. But when she heard the whispering crackle of the first curly hairs surrounding her pussy burning, and when she could smell the nauseating odor of that burning hair, the girl let out her breath and sobbed. The pain was horrible. She felt as if someone had dumped blazing coals on her pussy. Cindy shuddered. She could feel tears spill from her eyes.
Then, for no apparent reason, Rick took the cigarette away. Cindy lay back on the table, twisting her head and panting with relief.
Then, he brought it back down to her body. Cindy twitched wildly, again. Her eyes fluttered open. Her face turned white, and her muscles tensed, her feet jerking toward her belly but unable to go any farther because of the bonds. She sucked in another breath, her head jerking and quivering, her neck muscles standing out.
Oh, they were going to disfigure her for life! For the rest of her days, she'd carry the scars of this evening.
"Yeah, yeah, we're gonna watch this little bitch really move!"
Cindy looked, feeling her head grow light and dizzy as he moved the glowing cigarette tip through the forest of her dark brown cunthairs. She could feel her flesh quivering underneath. The hairs were curling, blackened and charred by the cigarette. He was moving the tip closer and closer to her clit. He touched the tip to the muscle just below that sex spindle.
Cindy screamed. Her legs trembled, fighting to close on the burrowing cigarette. Rick saw the girl's clit actually start to fill and stiffen. Interesting. The teenager, while screaming in pain, was actually turning on to what he was doing. Suddenly, there was a hissing sound. The cigarette went out, extinguished by the girl's cuntjuice.
"Ohhhhh," Cindy cried, her legs sagging limply apart.
She couldn't think. Oh, God, her mind was going wild. Someone was climbing on top of her. Or was that a dream?
"Hey, man, what do you think you're doing?" she could hear Rick shouting.
"Mind your own fuckin' business," the man said. Cindy rolled her head around and saw a tall red-headed biker towering over her, his knees spread apart and a long cock sticking out of his opened zipper. He was one of Mike's friends, who had apparently grown tired of waiting on the sidelines for his share of her pussy.
It had begun-the gang fuck she'd been dreading was starting. And yet, with that thought, she could feel her tight thighs tightening even more. A weird kind of lust bubbled inside her. She could smell her juices flowing and frothing from between her cuntlips. That odor excited her. Cindy stared at that fat prick and suddenly wanted all of it ramming crazily in and out of her pussy.
"Well, if you're gonna fuck her, take off your goddamned clothes. You look ridiculous," Rick said, putting his hands on his hips and standing back.
The tall redhead stood up on the table, balancing himself carefully as he slid his pants off and peeled off his shirt. He was handsome, Cindy thought. He had creamy white flesh, dotted with freckles. His firm, growing, smooth-sheathed cock looked inviting. It was pointing at her, the foreskin peeled all the way back as the dome grew a darker and darker red. His heavy balls, and the gooseflesh covering his balls excited the young girl. She was tied to the table and she couldn't help what was going to happen to her-all possible guilt had been taken away by these ropes.
The redhead sank down, pawing her massive tits, grabbing her stiff nipples between his fingers and tweaking them. Slowly, he settled on top of her, inching between her thighs as he arched his back.
He guided his hand through the forest of her pussy hair, finally touching her cuntlips.
Cindy winced, moaning between her tightly compressed lips. His touch was electrifying, so unusually gentle, after all that had happened to her. She didn't care if the whole gang was watching. Yes, they'd turned her into a whore-a wild, screeching whore. Let all of them fuck her-she didn't care any more. There wasn't any morality in her life any more. All that existed was her cunt and the insatiable drive that made it hot and tight.
The young redhead eased his cock in, separating her drenched pussy walls. He was looking for her clit, but took his time, approaching her slowly and steadily. Ohhh, how wonderful this kind of fucking was! It reminded her of Jack, of her poor, poor Jack, lying by the freeway-dying.
But even if she wanted to, Cindy couldn't think of him any more. There was that crazy pulsating itch in her hot, musky cunt. Each fucking drove her crazy. His cock was a driving wedge, setting off forbidden fires in her pussy. All that sexual foreplay of the last hour, and no satisfaction, was making her rocket to climax already. Cindy held back as long as she could. She didn't want to destroy this moment. She wanted to make this last as long as she could.
But this man was teasing her with his cock. He was going so slowly, so wonderfully, letting his hot, throbbing cock actually caress her clenching pussy walls. That kind of slowness was driving her to orgasm! He was forcing her to cum with each in creasing fast thrust. He did all the work. Cindy found herself jerking to match his rhythm. But because of the ropes, she found herself able to do little more than hunch up and squeeze her pussy walls tightly together in a wild attempt to milk his sinking cock.
"P-please ... untie ... meeeee! Let me ... fuck with . . . you!"
Cindy was tossing her head from side to side. She'd closed her eyes and licked her dry lower lip. Her mouth felt like cotton. Her armpits were sweat-encrusted. The hollows of her elbows and knees throbbed. Her cunt and asshole muscles throbbed and contracted. The young brunette wanted to cry out but couldn't get the wind to do more than sob, silently. All that came from her opened mouth was a string of drool and harsh, whispering, croaking cries of lust.
Cindy's wrists and ankles burned and ached as she strained to take more of him. Oh, how she wanted him inside her-harder, faster! If only she could work her ass around better; if only she could scissor her legs tightly around his hunching back and drive her pussy up to his fat dickroot-then she'd be fully happy. She bit her, tongue, drawing blood and coughing on the warm, salty fluid. She swallowed hard, crying out for more friction, more dickmeat. She could hear her wild voice, the call of an unholy creature.
Oh, what had they turned her into? She didn't recognize herself any more!
"Ahhhh, fuck me, fuck meeeee . . . " Cindy's voice trailed off in a series of wild cries.
She slammed her ass against the rough table top, dotting her white buttocks with slivered cuts. She whimpered with frustration, begging for Rick or someone to untie her.
Cindy found herself assailed by images of men-all naked, all holding their cum-filled cocks and smiling lewdly at her. She could see their eyes burning with the same unholy lust burning in hers, now. She thought of them all fucking her-some in the ass, some in the mouth, and most in her cunt. She wondered what it would feel like to have all her holes filled at the same time.
Oh, she should scream at herself for thinking of such a horrible thing! And yet, the young girl felt her cunt spasm with a wildness when that thought came back, over and over again.
Cindy groaned, throwing her head back and letting out a wild animal yelp of unspeakable pleasure when she felt the redhead find her slit with his fingers and pinch it, rolling it around like a marble. Then her orgasm peaked. She cried and growled, feeling her cuntlips snap shut like the shell of a clam, milking the young man's cock, clutching it in a death grip. She could feel his body shudder and hear him let out a series of strangled cries. There was that sensation of jizz, spurting at her pussy walls. The gobs of cum came and came, filling her up. She felt her belly bucking in short rapid jerks as her ass tightened, relaxed, then tightened again.
Oh, how wonderful it felt when he drilled into her body, working his thighs around, stirring her cunt up, as if he had a stiff wooden spoon inside her!
The big man was coming. But even as he shot his load, his cock stayed hard. After slowing down a little, he started rebuilding his fucking rhythm. He fucked her with a wild driving force, making the girl pant harder. She was still cumming, feeling that itch being scratched by her frazzled, spasming nerve endings. And yet, the big redhead was still pounding her with his cock, shooting more and more cum.
He climbed off, wet and smiling and gasping. His thighs and buttocks flexed as he climbed off the table and bent down for her Levi's and shirt.
"We gotta be movin' off, soon," Rick said, glancing down at his wristwatch. "They probably found that goddamned little bastard by the freeway."
Little? No, she didn't think Jack was all that little, although to these scum, he might look that way. Anyone decent, anyone who looked respectable, would appear little to them.
"Let's leave her with something to remember us by," Mike suggested, winking at his buddy. "Yeah, like that cunt in Tulsa," Rick muttered. He turned around and jerked his head back toward the helpless brunette. Some of the men, standing casually around, suddenly snapped to attention. While Rick was firing up the small castiron stove in the corner and doing something to it, two men came up to the girl and unzipped their Levi's. There was a small scuffle as to who was going to have her first.
Cindy let out a sob of horror. It had begun. She could see the others lining up behind these two, rubbing their crotches, looking at her silently, but with a wild animal excitement in their burning eyes.
Finally, the tall blond won out, climbing onto the table and pushing her knees apart with one hand while fumbling with his fly with the other. His cock was short and stubby and hardly causing the girl any trouble as he jumped on her, knocked out the wind from her lungs and fucked her, fast.
Cindy could feel his stubby dick woming in, sliding over the redhead's coating of jizz-slime. Then he was through, grunting like a satisfied pig, stuffing his cock back into his dirty Levi's while another biker climbed on. He started hitting her hard in the face, taking a fistful of hair and pulling hard as he kissed her obscenely on the mouth and drove his thick, short dick in and out of her pussy.
When he finished, a third man was about to climb on when Rick shouted for them to stop. Cindy breathed a sigh of thanks. She was beginning to feel like a piece of rotted meat. They were using her foully-fucking her, then letting her go. She wasn't a young girl-or even, for that matter, an experienced whore. She'd stopped existing as a person for them. Cindy was just something to beat and torture, to have fun with, then possibly kill and throw away. She wondered whatever finally happened to that girl, they always talked about, in Tulsa.
"Hey man, we're all supposed to get a crack at her pussy," one of the bikers complained, rubbing his cock with his hand.
"You'll get it. But first, I wanna get this over," Rick said, pushing the small crowd, that had gathered around the table, to the side. Cindy rolled her head up and saw what he was holding. It was an iron, the tip colored a dark red. The remainder was a dull gray.
"Oh no, NO!" she whimpered, trying to draw herself into a ball to hide her cunt.
"You don't like this? Not too many do. But we always leave the girls with a little mark of our affection," Rick said with irony.
Cindy looked up and saw that the tip had a double eagle. So they were going to leave her with that brand for the rest of her life!
"Please, I'll do anything!"
Her head shuddered, and the spasms passed down her shoulders. Her tits drew up, the nipples becoming stiff and dark-red. She could feel spasms erupting in her belly. The eruptions passed to her thighs, making her pussy clench like a fist. She could feel something wet between her legs.
Oh, God, she was pissing on herself again!
The bikers laughed at her violent, filthy reaction. "You know, I think she really wants this. Look at her. I mean, she's gettin' real excited!"
"No, no, that's not true!"
"Sure it is," Rick said, lowering the instrument of pain to her knees.
Her eyes widened with terror, the sight of the glowing iron filling her eyes and burning into her brain. She thought she'd faint, especially when she saw Rick lower the iron. The iron warmed her right knee. He took his time positioning the rod, then let it drop.
"ARRHHHHHH!"
Every nerve in her body sank out in agony as the hot iron touched her right knee. The girl arched her back up from the table, jerking her head and screaming as loudly as she could. Sweat broke out all over her twisting, writhing body as blood oozed from her sorely cut ankles and wrists.
Then, blessed, the iron was gone. Cindy shouted once more, then fell limply back on the table. Her belly heaved up and down as she fought for breath. Ohhh, how close she was to passing out! If only she could faint, they could do anything to her and she wouldn't feel it.
And then, the rod was back again. Her blonde pussy hair shriveled, burning to her cunt mound. It was the same trick Rick had used with the cigarette. Only this was worse-he was using the iron, about to brand her on her cunt. Oh, God, he'd destroy her poor cunny! She wouldn't be able to do anything with it if he touched it with that rod! "NOOOO!"
There was the bitter stench of burned hair and dried cum. She could see that Rick was aroused by what was happening. His hand shook, and there was that telltale bulge in his pantleg.
"I'll do anything. I'll give you my girlfriends, anything you want. Just don't touch me with that ... thing!"
But the girl's prayers were in vain. The glowing iron inched toward her cunt. Cindy tried to inch away, but the ropes held fast. The heat baked her crotch, burning her convulsing hole without touching her flesh.
And what heat it was! It curled into her pussy, passing through the hollows and folds of her cunt, finally burning her stiffening clit. How odd it was for her to get so aroused over so horrible and ultimately disfiguring act.
"Nooo ... ARRRHHHH!"
The girl felt a small orgasm race through her pussy.
"You love it, babe, you love it like hell!" Rick growled, half in surprise and half in triumph. "Ohhhh, yes, yes!" Cindy admitted, turning her head away in shame.
"Then, take it!" he said, his voice suddenly becoming cold and harsh.
Cindy felt a sudden cold sensation on her right thigh. That lasted several seconds, followed by a wild hot surge of agony. There was a hissing sound, and then the stench of burning flesh. She looked, wide-eyed, at her legs and saw the red, glowing double eage burning into her white thigh flesh.
The girl stiffened, screamed as loudly as she could then passed out in a dead faint.
Chapter Ten
Cindy puffed out her cheeks. Her body twisted and thrashed on the table top. Twice, the men had washed her down, taking away the stale cum and blood that had dried on her thighs and cuntal mound. Most of the gang had fucked her, ramming their cocks into her tortured fuck-hole. There were fat dicks and thin ones, long and short-the girl gave up counting and lay there like a piece of meat, her legs raised and spread apart as one after another of the biker gang dropped his pants, climbed the table, mounted the cringing teenager and fucked her.
Not one had made her come, or even made an attempt to excite her. They had reached in with two fingers, scooped out what jizz they could find, wiped their hands on her belly and stuck in their own cocks. It was awful-one man after another, one cock after another, ramming her until she was numb.
After several minutes, the young girl had fallen into a kind of trance. She lay there, fully conscious, and yet, a strange glaze settled over her eyes. She saw the men as one continual succession of pricks. There were no faces, no names-no individuality. There was finally even no sensation of being fucked by these men. All she could feel was a vague horror at her situation.
But the almost blinding terror she'd had at the upcoming gang rape disappeared. As long as she remained in this condition, there was nothing to worry about. After all, if she couldn't feel anything, why should she be worried about the consequences.
"That about does it," Mike observed, looking around at his exhausted gang.
They were all grinning, zipping up their pants, talking in small groups about how fuckin' loose she'd become after the fourth fuck. Some of them had fucked her twice, and one or two even three times. Cindy listened in part, closing her eyes and trying to close her ears.
Ohhh, she'd never let a man touch her again! She wouldn't be able to let anyone fuck her. She was too played out, too overfucked by these wretched men.
"Well, guys, we got her cleaned out with cum, eh?" Rick said, getting the attention of the gang. "Get the rest of the guys up and see if they wanna fuck her. If not, let's get the fuck outta here before daylight. They probably found the guy on the expressway. They'll be here pretty fuckin' soon. That farmer up the way's been keepin' watch on us. He hears anything on the radio, he'll call the cops."
Rick walked over to Cindy and took her by the hair. He jerked her head up, shaking her until he could see he'd finally reached her.
"Ohhh, what do ... you ... want?"
The young brunette felt half dead. They could do anything to her, and she wouldn't care any more.
"Nothin' much, baby. You're one hell of a fuckin' slut, you know that? I mean, you not only do what we tell you to, but you turn on to it. Baby, if we could, we'd take you along with us. You'd be one hell of a pack of laughs at night."
Cindy thought of being carted across the country, saved, during the day, for the night's festivities. The thought, oddly enough;-excited her. Oh, to be a slave to these depraved bikers for as long as she lived-it would be something like serving in a harem!
"But we can't afford the chance of taking you along. So . . ."
Rick reached down and unfastened the rope trying her wrist to the table legs. Then, he moved down and unfastened the bonds around her ankles.
Cindy couldn't believe it! Were they actually letting her go? Were they really going to let her run away? Oh, God, God, it was too good to be true! In a few hours, she'd be back at home, safe in her own bed. The thought that she was horribly sullied and disfigured didn't occur to the trembling brunette at all. All she could think of was her home and her mother and how wonderful it would be to be free of these men!
"But we wanna see just how grateful you are to be let go," Rick said, slipping one arm under her shoulders and raising the girl from the table.
Cindy groaned. How her body ached! How her mind spun as she sat up and looked around her. She blinked several times, feeling a growing fear grip her heart. The men were all smiling-too calmly-at her. They were too quiet for comfort. Was this some kind of trick? Were they going to kill her after telling her she could go free? Was that the only way she was going to be free of them- to die?
Rick guessed what was going through her mind and said nothing. Whether or not he was intending to kill her, Cindy never could answer-then or later, when she could think about the events of that horrible night.
"Come on. Get up and get off this fuckin' table!" he said gruffly, shoving her from the table to the floor.
Because she'd been tied in that painful, restraining and grotesque position, the girl's legs were shaky. With a sob, Cindy felt her knees wobble. She staggered forward, trying to balance herself with her arms. But Rick had kept the ropes tied tightly around her wrists. With another sharp cry Cindy fell to her knees, pitching forward and striking her forehead, hard, on the dirty floor. She moaned, rolling her head from side to side and trying to blink away the dots of light popping in front of her eyes.
"All right, bitch! Go on, kiss the boot of every fuckin' dude, here," Rick said, placing his heel directly over her neck and shoving down.
Cindy let out a sharp cry and felt herself flattened on the floor. Rick was still pressing his filthy boot heel on her neck, applying more and more pressure, until she was sure he'd break her spine. The air stopped flowing down her windpipe. Cindy felt her face flush red-hot as a strange buzzing sound assailed her ears. She was choking to death, choking under that biker's boot heel.
Then he raised his foot, moving down and kicking her hard, just under the ribcage. Cindy jerked up into a fetal position and her head shot back from the force of the cruel blow. She gasped for breath, dragging her tied hands as best"she could to the injured area.
"I said, kiss the boots-starting with mine!" Rick growled, hanging the filthy toe of his dirty boot in front of her lips.
Cindy wrinkled up her forehead in disgust. She could smell shit, reeking on the leather.
"Why . . . oh, God . . . why?" the girl asked, closing her eyes and bending forward.
She could feel the cold, hard leather pressing against her lips. There was the sour taste of something dropping into her mouth. Then the boot disappeared, only to return with the force of a painful blow on her chin.
Cindy's head snapped back, her arms flailing out on either side of her swinging body. She twisted halfway around, still squatting on her buttocks and knees. Lights popped in front of her eyes as the helpless brunette slid to the floor in a crumpled heap.
She could hear them laughing, calling her all kinds of names, pressing their heels into her face, her shoulders, her thighs, her ass, telling her to kiss their boots. The teenager looked through the tangled black hair hanging in front of her eyes. She could taste more blood oozing down her throat.
They were going to beat her to death! This was the final climax after the gang rape-climax! The young girl flashed an insane smile at the jeering group of bikers. What a word to define her end.
"Kiss my ass!" the girl cried defiantly, getting up and curling her fingers into a double set of claws.
She managed to scratch the lead biker badly on the forehead before anyone could get to her. "Fuckin' bitch!" he snarled, wiping his hand across his forehead and looking at the blood painted on his fingers.
Mike and another biker held onto Cindy tightly by the upper arms, digging their fingertips into her soft white flesh. The girl peered, like a madwoman, through her hair, almost growling in defiance. If they were going to kill her well, fine-they could. But she'd go down fighting. There was no way they'd lead her to the chopping block without her fighting back.
"I don't care what you do to me!" she spat out at the big man.
"1'm glad," he retorted, raising his hand high over her head and slapping her hard across the cheek.
Cindy's head jerked to one side, her hair washing across her flushed face. Then Rick backhanded her, smashing his powerful knuckles hard on her chin. He repeated this action several times, until Cindy started slumping toward the floor. It was only because of Mike's and the other biker's grips that she managed to remain in a standing position.
"Let her go!" Rick said, nodding toward Cindy. They obeyed, dropping their hands and letting the groaning teenager fall to the floor. She half-sat, half-lay on the floor, her arms folded protectively in front of her. Her earlier savage defiance had diminished somewhat, but she was just as determined to fight back at anything they threw at her. "OHHHHH!" she cried suddenly.
She could feel a steady stream of something warm and wet splashing on her face. She looked up and saw Rick holding his limp cock between his thumb and forefinger, directing the yellow stream of piss right at her face.
The young girl cried out again as more piss spattered against her chin, then moved up to her nose and finally, her eyes. Cindy covered her face as best she could with her hands, twisting around and trying to get away from the pungent, foul-smelling liquid. But Mike hit her hard on the face with his opened hand, taking her roughly by the shoulders and twisting her back around to face her tormentor. He stood to one side, trying to keep as much piss as he could off him, telling Rick to pinch off his cock at times to narrow down the steady yellow stream as Cindy continued to be the victim of this latest humiliation.
"Ohhhh, God! Stop, stop ... please!"
But Rick kept shooting his piss at her, covering her face with the foul yellow stuff. Then he moved the stream down to her mouth, directing the piss at the jagged wet line of her lips, laughing when he saw her involuntarily open her mouth and drink his piss.
"Yeah, babe, drink that piss! Come on, get it down your throat!"
Mike reached down and drove his fingers hard at the pressure points behind her jaw. The girl cried out, her eyes widened as she lowered her jaw.
Oh, God! How filthy, how horrible that piss was as it sloshed in her mouth, swirled over her tongue in a yellow whirlpool, before collecting in a froth just behind her tonsils and oozing down her throat!
She gagged, twisted hard, tried to break the hold Mike had on her. But it was useless. She had to kneel there in that position as she felt the stream of piss shoot into her mouth and stream into her belly.
"Phew, got that off my kidneys," Rick said, flicking the final drops off his cockhead onto Cindy's hair and tucking his prick back into his Levi's.
While he zipped up and adjusted his cock down his pantleg, one of the other bikers stepped up and started unzipping. Rick was about to say something, then grinned boyishly and nodded his approval. Cindy rolled her eyes up and discovered she was looking at yet another flaccid dick aimed at her face.
"Nooooo!" she howled, twisting her face away just in time, as he started pissing.
This time, he directed the stream at her titties, covering them with the yellow fluid, directing the stinging stream at her nipples. In spite of herself, Cindy could feel her nipples getting hard. She could feel her pussy responding to this horrible abuse. She was sitting in a large pool of piss. Her body was covered with the foul liquid.
"Okay, man, we done enough for the day," Rick said, slapping his fellow biker on the shoulder as the man finished.
"Hey, man, who's gonna want this little piece of shit, now"" Mike asked, raising his right leg and putting the sole of his boot on Cindy's forehead.
The girl retched, sure he was going to trample her underfoot. She could hear a strange edge in the big biker's voice-it sounded like that of an executioner.
"You're right. Nobody's gonna wanna fuck with her, not when she's been fucked by a couple of dogs and been shit and pissed on," Rick said, reaching inside his jacket and pulled out a long switchblade.
Cindy's eyes widened. Stuck like a pig! This was it-this was the minute she'd been dreading all along! Everything they put her through was leading up to this. The hope they gave her was false. They weren't going to let her go! They were going to slaughter her like a pig, then laugh as her blood drained from her body. The girl felt drunk with terror. She held her throat with both hands, trying to scream-the final scream, a last shriek before the knife sank into her soft belly.
"Turn over," Mike said, making a small circle with the fingers of his hand.
"You heard the man, turn over!" Rick snarled, his eyes narrowing and focusing on Cindy.
The brunette closed her eyes, feeling all strength and defiance finally leaving her. Oh, God, the end to all her torture was finally over! Slowly, the girl picked herself up and rolled over. It was a position she was used to, a position in which she'd been fucked by two dogs, beaten, raped by several men, abused in all sorts of ways. And now, it was going to be the position in which she died.
Cindy could smell her own body. Oh, God, to die with an odor like this in her nose! She could hear Rick moving behind her-probably trying to figure out what part of her body would be best to stab into. She held her breath, every nerve ending in her body alert and standing on end. She wanted to sink out of sight, to disappear from this place.
But these were thoughts the trembling teenager had had, all through this night of horror. And no one had come to save her, no God had mysteriously appeared and cloaked her with protection. No, she'd been there as always-kicked, pissed on, fucked, beaten, always victim to this sadistic band of biker savages!
"Yeah, she's still got a goddamned good-lookin' twat!" Rick said behind her.
Cindy felt the wet, sticky line of her pussycleft so horribly exposed. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. So, that was it! They were going to knife her through the cunt! Oh, God, how horribly painful and slow this death was going to be! "OHHHH!"
Cindy's muscles quivered and her skin puckered up into gooseflesh. She dropped her lower jaw and widened her eyes when she felt the tip of the knife slide across one asscheek. She trembled as it went from the outside of that asscheek and moved up toward her waist, then slowly slid down to where her ass met her thigh. The young girl rolled her eyes back, concentrating on the ticklish, cold sensation of that blade on her quivering flesh. It felt as if someone were drawing a map on her butt. She could feel the pressure increasing as the sharp blade slid closer and closer to her drenched cunt.
Cindy wanted to scream; she wanted to sob something of her terror. But she knew the slightest move would push that knife through her white flesh.
Then she felt her pussy suck in air, winking open in an uncontrollable spasm as the knife traced the outer line of her cuntlips. The soft, moist membranes quivered as she felt the blade move closer and closer to her open fuckhole. Oh, this was it-the time she'd feel the full force of that blade slicing into her!
And yet, nothing like that happened. The knife moved away, then finally left her body. Cindy let out a sigh of relief and felt her muscles relax. Then there was a chill in the center of her pussy. Rick had pressed the flat end of the blade against her wet slit, rocking it from her clit to the bottom junction of her cuntlips.
Cindy could feel her cunt clamping shut on nothingness. The girl cried and shook her head from side to side, trying to stop that involuntary action. She was cutting herself to ribbons. The razor-sharp edges of the knife were slicing into her pussyflesh whenever her cuntlips closed like that. Oh, she was going to cut herself to death!
Chapter Eleven
Rick rocked the dagger again, pressing the tip harder into her stiffening clit.
Cindy gasped, her shoulders shaking as she snapped her head up and let out a terrified groan. The pressure on her half-erect clit surprised her. There she was, led to the slaughter, killing herself with her own body, and she was actually turning on to it! She arched her back, involuntarily rocking her ass back and forth, and thus pushing the sharp edges of the blade harder into her wet cuntlips.
"Fuck, this little bitch don't quit, does she?" Rick commented.
"Hey, man, this kinda chick's hard to find. You sure we can't take her with us? Man, we'd have one hell of a time before . . . " Mike started.
"I said no!" Rick said determinedly. "We gotta get the fuck outta here. But first, I'm gonna have this last piece of fun."
The other bikers murmured in approval, taking their cocks out and starting to jerk off. Cindy looked up and saw them all pointing their cocks at her face. They were all in a crazy kind of circle jerk, each man watching her being knifed by her own pussy, and jerking off. Soon, she'd be covered by a shower of jizz.
The repeating touch of the blade, plus the knowledge of all the men jerking off around her, sent streamers of incredible sexual excitement through the terrified girl. She became conscious of the tiny slits on the edges of her cu ntlips. The stinging cuntjuice, dribbling over the tiny wounds, made her clit swell larger and throb harder. Cindy found, to her amazement, that there was a wilder, more intense lust flowing through her cunt than ever before.
"No, no, NO!" the girl cried, shaking her head from side to side.
This was horrible; it was sick! She shouldn't be feeling this way, now. But then, she shouldn't have been feeling the way she did when they were on top of her, mistreating her horribly!
With that knowledge, Cindy felt her pulse race. She opened her eyes and saw Rick hovering over her. He had his long, thick cock stuck out from his pants. He still held the knife in the other hand, moving it around and around her cunt.
"Aaahhhh!" she gasped.
The tip of the knife was cutting into her clit. The searing pain was inseparable from the wild thrill of the touch on her clitty. Cindy found her cuntlips were on fire! To her shame and horror, the constant rush of her cuntjuice oozed more freely from her slit and burned into the tiny cuts made by the knife. It was as if someone were dripping acid into her cuts.
Her head throbbed from all the blows and horrors of the evening. She felt exhausted thoroughly humiliated and degraded. And yet, something kept her going-it was her cunt, her excited, hot young tight cunt, throbbing with perverted excitement, clamping down and cutting itself on the gleaming edges of that knife. That fiery stinging in her cuntlips and the fear of Rick's knife wounding her more severely, excited her even more.
Cindy hated herself at what she was feeling. She knew she should be either fighting back or waiting calmly for them to execute her. But why were her hips moving like that? Why was she clawing the floor, silently begging the men to do something more exciting, more fulfilling?
Rick dragged the tip of the knife back, cutting a groove down to the edge of Cindy's tight cuntmouth. The buzzing, spinning flashes from her clit tapered off, but the fear of having her cunt carved up like a turkey made her hotter than ever!
Cindy shoved her ass back at Rick. The tip of the knife slipped around the rim of her cunt, then past the puckered ring of her asshole. Cindy rocked her thighs back and forth. Even now, in the supposed last minutes of her life, she had to admit to herself she wanted that man.
Oh, God, she wanted his cock ramming her pussy even after what he'd done to her! How her body was betraying her! Yet, there was no need in denying it. All the men could see what was happening. She could feel the juice wetting her thighs, feel it stinging the tiny cuts made by Rick's hunting knife. All the men could see it, too. Why try to pretend something wasn't happening?
No, it was all too true. She'd have to come to terms with it later-if there was a later.
The knife poked at the rim of her asshole. Cindy gasped at the sudden touch. The pinprick stabs forced the rubbery brown ring of her bunghole inward. It barely broke the gray-pinkish skin. Cindy let out a gasp, shaking her head and shoulders violently. For a second, she let herself imagine the wild probing of a cock in her asshole. Yes, she'd been fucked there once, but to have two pricks inside her, reaming her out while dumping loads of jizz in her hole-that would be exciting!
Rick was panting, now. There were no more jokes about the girl and how hot she was. No one was saying much, now. There was the steady sound of heavy, uneven breathing. Cindy twisted her head around and watched him move his fist up and down on his fat cockshaft. She could barely see his fingers, so fast was his jerking-off speed. She rolled her hips from side to side, arching her back and pushing her asscheeks back at him.
The cuts were like tiny electric fires in her flesh. Her entire cunt was overheated and stung by the cutting pain of the knife wounds. Cindy's nervous sweat trickled into the tiny cuts, making them burn and itch. She felt the slippery sweat rolling down her thighs, mixing with her hot cuntjuice.
Then, Rick gave up playing around. Cindy could hear the knife drop to the floor behind her. His fat dickhead slithered into the slippery crack between her cuntlips. Cindy's clit burned as if someone had set fire to it. She rolled her hips forward, hunching her back. The dickhead finally lodged in her hole. "Ohhhh!" Cindy cried.
It was so good, so painfully good to get fucked this way, with her pussy cut up like that! Cindy bore down to ease his entry. Her torn cuntwalls hurt even more than when Jack had broke her, cherry. And yet, she was moaning like a bitch in heat when Rick leaned forward and put his hands on her narrow hips. His long, thick cock, slipped easily into her cunthole, like a greased finger. The constant flow of her pussy juice eased his way.
Once his cock was halfway into her dripping hole, the biker let go of her hips and shifted his grip to her hanging tits.
"Huhhhrrr! Huhhhrrr!" Cindy cried each time luck fucked his cock into her cunt. She was fighting back the rising need in her body-a horrible, exciting need she thought all the beating and all the perverted fucking had destroyed.
But something inside the young brunette rose, even now demanding to be recognized and satisfied. The girl found herself hunching back onto the big biker, whose cock had slid all the way into her tortured cunthole. She was enjoying the pain and humiliation he subjected her to. How wonderful it felt to feel the whole length of his massive cock in her hole, stretching it more and more as his excitement rose along with hers. He was swirling his hips around in tight circles, reaming out her cunthole, piledriving his dick while cruelly pinching and twisting her big titties.
"No, no," she whimpered, trying to stop the awful chain of lewd thoughts burning her mind. She tried clenching her cuntal muscle tight enough to stop his driving fuck. But instead, she discovered she was milking his cock with her pussy muscles, tugging at the big rod-actually caressing it!
Then Rick bent down, biting her hard on the neck while pistoning his cock even harder and faster into her pussy than before. He was fucking her like a true animal-like a dog in the streets. She was letting him, encouraging him in this filthy act.
Cindy threw her head back, lifting herself up with her trembling arms. She was swivelling her ass slowly in a counter motion to Rick's rotating. What a wonderful full feeling of wet friction she was having in her pussy! There was no escaping the pleasure she sought for herself, now.
Rick's belly slapped loudly against Cindy's ass. She could feel his cockhairs against her cunt and bunghole. Every tight curl seemed to find a little cut around her pussy or asshole. The itching burning sensation, in and around her cunt, intensified the tight ache, throbbing like an open wound in her pussy. Cindy hunched back around the biker's pounding cock, her ass swivelling, hunching, arching.
Rick's fingernails clawed at her sensitive nipples. Cindy grunted and sobbed, closing her eyes and letting out a hellish yell. The combination of the stretching in her cunthole and the gouging pain around her nipples burned her mind blank. All she wanted was to have the feelings increase, until the pain and the swelling, spinning knot of sexual tension in her belly exploded.
Cindy found herself cursing and drooling, her head rolling from side to side. She clawed at the floor, driving her sagging shoulders forward. She growled like a dog. The whirling lust raging in her cunt was about to blow apart.
Oh, God, how she loved and hated the excitement burning in her!
And then, she could feel her cunt ripple with preorgasmic spasms. In a second, she was cumming. "AHHHHH, N-N-NOOOO!"
The climax was as hard as the cock inside her, spraying out its jizz. She gritted her teeth, her body swaying drunkenly from side to side. She felt odd hot and cold flashes rip through her cunt and asshole, radiating quickly to all parts of her sweaty, tortured body. She shuddered, snapping her legs together, growling like an animal in heat as Rick clawed at her tits and pinched her nipples until he nearly drew milk from them.
Oh, how this prick was thickening, jerking, filling her tiny hole with so much of that filthy spunk! Cum, jizz, spunk! All night, the young girl had had nothing else but the white sticky stuff coming out of her asshole or her pussy! She'd been drenched in it, bathed in the horrible stuff!
"Cum, cum," Cindy murmured, drool oozing from the corners of her mouth.
She could feel her cunt and asshole on fire. After each shivering pulsation of her cuntwalls, the ripples left a weird kind of emptiness that was followed by an even more intense shattering throb. Cindy sobbed, knowing full well that no matter what she told herself later, she knew in her heart she'd encouraged these men to perform all these acts upon her.
"Jesus, what a fuck!" Rick said, pulling his cock from her fuckhole and shaking the last drops of cum from the red bulbous head.
"What do we do with her, now?" Mike asked. "Dump her."
With those words Cindy could feel someone sliding his hands under her chin and yanking her back. He was suffocating her with some kind of foul-smelling rag. She jerked her hands up as best she could.
But, oh, it was all so impossible, so awfully impossible! She found it hard to breathe. With a yell, muffled by the rag, Cindy felt the world spinning around her-then blackness.
t t t
"You're one hell of a little girl," Jack said, smoothing his fingers over Cindy's big titties.
The young girl lay on her back on his large kingsized bed, stark naked. She was looking blankly at the ceiling and breathing softly, her hair fanned out delicately behind her head. Her thunderous titties lay like two main mountains on her chest, and her long, lithe white legs were slightly spread apart, exposing the dark red cuntal line beneath her bush of pussy hairs. All the welts inflicted two months earlier were gone.
"Thank you," Cindy said modestly, sighing deeply and turning her face toward Jack.
She knew she should be here. She'd told her mother she was working late at the shop. Cindy prayed her mother wouldn't call on her to check.
"No, really. When I heard about what those punks had done to you . . . "
"Don't," Cindy said with a tremor in her voice. She turned her face away and fought back the hot tears welling up in her eyes.
The gang had knocked her out, then dragged her back to Boston, dumping her near the state capital building in the Commons. Police found her, soon enough, and rushed the moaning teenager to the hospital. There, Cindy discovered Jack had been found earlier by the State Patrol. In the hospital, Cindy talked with police, telling them only half of what the gang had done to her. Tears streaming from her eyes, she couldn't tell those cold people about the dogs, even about the gang rape that had temporarily turned her into a piece of wood.
No, that story would have to wait until either the gang was caught, or when she was strong enough to confide in someone. For now, the police would have to be content with Rick's final rape and the beatings she'd endured through the night.
"They'll catch them," Jack said, setting his jaw and looking angrily at the wall just beyond Cindy's small shoulder.
She smiled dimly, knowing his male image had been somewhat tarnished by the fact he'd been overpowered and subdued by those men. "Maybe," she said softly, feeling warm and sexy all over again.
They'd fucked earlier that evening, and now were enjoying the warm afterglow.
"Oh, Cindy. You're one hell of a hot girl," Jack said, bending his head down to hers and kissing her.
Cindy let her mouth open to his probing tongue. His big strong-fingered hands moved automatically to her tits, gently massaging them. She felt the pit of her belly melting. The scratchy hairs on his belly tickled her nipples. Cindy giggled, kissing him more hungrily. Jack was moaning, sliding his hand to her crotch. Cindy could feel the long, thick mass of his prick against her flat belly, again.
Yes, oh, yes! He was going to fuck her!
After that night, the young teenager was certain she never wanted a cock in her pussy again. But after several months of abstention, plus weeks of therapy, Cindy came around again. When she talked to Jack at the hospital, then saw him later in Boston, the young girl decided she was ready to have a try at bedroom fucking, once more.
Cindy pulled away from the kiss, spreading her legs slowly apart on the silken top sheet. Oh, how good and soft and smooth and cool that material felt against her hot flesh! Jack's sliding fingertips moved from the top of her cuntal mound to the slippery area at the bottom of her pussylips. How wonderfully Jack's hands, on her cunt, moved!
They squeezed her cuntlips together, rubbing the inner folds of her pussy against her stiff clit. Cindy let out a long, shuddering moan.
And then, there was the sensation of Jack's fat purple cockhead rubbing her pussy. She could feel the hot thick juices bubbling from the back of her cunt. Her pussy was already hot enough to open wide, then shut on nothing. Jack rolled his hips, pushing his cock against the top of Cindy's cuntmound. His fingers tightened on her shoulders. Cindy tilted her cuntal mound up, a sign for Jack to fuck her.
The young lawyer's cockhead pressed right over her clit. Cindy shuddered again, sucking in a ragged breath as she felt a kind of electric jolt sparking from her clit to her ass. She rocked her ass from side to side, directing End of his dickhead against one cuntlip, then twisting around so it touched the other.
"Oh, God, I can't believe you. You're one hell of a fuck," Jack murmured.
For a second, Cindy stopped her sexual antics. It was the same kind of comment Rick had made. Oh, God, how that had sickened her! Even now, when those words were spoken by Jack, she felt her belly turn over. She couldn't let what happened to her in the past affect her now!
Cindy rocked her hips forward, sliding the greasy cleft of her cunt over Jack's cockhead. She squirmed on the wrinkled bedsheets like a snake, trying to slide onto his thick fuck-pole. Jack grunted, realizing what she was trying to do. He thrust his cock forward, popping it past the tense, eager ring of her cuntmouth.
The young brunette sighed, feeling herself melting. She pulled Jack's head close and welded her mouth to his. Her tongue speared his mouth as she scissored her legs over his back and hunched up madly. She arched her back as Jack pulled his cock out until the ridge around the dickhead tugged at her outer pussy-lips.
Oh, what a wonderful way to spend a night! As Jack dug his fingernails into her plump buttocks, hammering his dick in and out of her pussy as she curled forward and slid onto his cock, Cindy drove the bikers and their sadism out of her mind.
She wouldn't think of them any more. They'd shown her a part of her sexuality she wasn't proud of, but that was all over. Now, there was Jack-wonderful, wonderful Jack!
As Cindy melted into a glowing orgasm, she murmured Jack's name ...
