The end justifies the means. How many times have we heard that expression? And how many people act as if it were their sole moral code?
When people live by this code, their own considerations become so overwhelming that they often not only will compromise others but also themselves in order to achieve their goal.
Such is the case of Karen Finney, a pretty young teenager bent on achieving pleasure, no matter what the price. But Karen soon finds herself thrown into one degrading situation after another, forced to participate in mindless debauchery in order to satisfy her powerful urges, until at last she herself begins to wonder if her goal of bodily pleasure is worth the physical and moral debasement she must suffer.
RAPED TEASER - the story of a young girl who learns the hard way that the road to happiness is a thorn-covered path at best. Her shocking tale holds a lesson for us all.
-The Publisher
Chapter One
Vic's hand slowly wormed its way up under the short skirt Karen wore. Her flesh was cool, exciting. Vic felt his heart beat madly as he felt up his girlfriend. Karen was such a hot one he could barely believe his good luck.
He knew the stories about Karen Finney. The black-haired girl put out for just about anyone. But he hadn't really believed it could happen to him. Vic didn't think of himself as much of a stud, but his date tonight with Karen had changed his self-image a hell of a lot.
The teenager's hand stopped on its journey up to the girl's cunt. He squeezed lightly just above her knee. Karen wiggled seductively and snuggled closer.
"Is that all you want, Vic? To rub your sweaty hand on my leg?"
Her voice thrilled him. It also made him painfully aware of the throbbing cock hidden by his jeans. Each word she spoke made his prick jerk and pulse with added lust. He wanted to fuck this chick so bad it hurt!
Damn, did it hurt!
"Well," Vic admitted, "my hands are a little sweaty. But you're the one who's making them that way."
"Lover boy, why don't you just keep that hand moving on up my thigh? You might find something even wetter if you go far enough."
"And how far do you go?" Vic's voice trembled with his lust for Karen. It was a moonlit night. The moon showered them with all the light they'd need to fuck. Right now, Vic was hungrily drinking in the sight of the lovely Karen.
Her black hair surrounded the pale skin of her delicately boned face making her look like an angel - or a devil. Her milky-skinned shoulders hunched forward slightly in a silent body-language invitation to him. Her tits pressed contemptuously against the thin material of her peasant dress. From the two hard little lumps on the tips of her tits, it was obvious Karen wasn't wearing a bra.
Vic pulled his eyes away from the two aroused nipples to the trim waist and down further to the slender legs. His hand trembled. He found courage to continue the upward trip it had begun so many eons ago.
"Yeah, Victor, that's more like it. Fondle my pussy. Pet it all you want. It's drooling all over me. It ... it wants something long and hard in it. Can you guess what?"
Vic swallowed hard. The stories about Karen he'd heard were true. She was a goddamned nympho!
And he wasn't going to pass up this golden opportunity to fuck her cross-eyed either. People said that it wasn't possible to ever satisfy a real nymphomaniac. But he'd fuck Karen until she begged for more. Then he'd keep fucking her until she was exhausted. Until she couldn't possibly want any more of his quivering cock.
Then he'd fuck her again for good measure.
The teenager's hand stroked Karen's soft inner thigh. The silky skin made his hand tremble even more. He'd only had one other girl and it hadn't been like this at all. Mary had to be enticed into fucking. And even after he'd gotten her panties off and had begun to stuff his long dick into her tiny little cunt, she hadn't acted like she had much enjoyed it. Afterwards, it had been sort of grim. Both were quiet all the way back to town.
But Karen, lovely sex-hungry Karen, was a different trip. She was telling him exactly what she wanted. The foxy grin on her face left no doubt that she was enjoying every second of this. And would get off even more on fucking.
Vic hesitantly touched the sopping wet nylon panties. For a ghastly second, he thought she was in her period and bleeding or something. He yanked his hand away as if burned.
He held his hand out in the pale, ghostly moonlight and stared at his fingers. They were lightly greased with Karen's cuntal juices. The faint glow from the moon seemed to stimulate him even more.
Karen laughed. "What's the matter, Victor? Never seen real pussy juice before? Here. Look real close!"
Karen lifted her hips off the soft grass of the lawn, quickly slid off the wet panties and shoved her cunt upward for Vic's closer examination.
Vic almost blew his wad.
The wet slash revealed to him gleamed in the moonlight. The drops of cunt juice trickled down around the furry snatch. The deep, gaping hole seemed to beckon to him. It called out, "Stuff your cock in me! Hurry! Hurry!"
The youth broke a fingernail in his haste to yank down the zipper on his jeans. His cock snapped out of his trousers like the blade of an opening knife. Karen sucked in her breath at the sight of Vic's massive bludgeon of a cock.
"Wow! That's the biggest cock I've ever seen!" A hint of awe was in her voice. It made Vic feel proud. And his cock even harder.
Karen reached out and grabbed the shaft of prick in her fevered hand. She began to squeeze rhythmically on Vic's tool. Then the motion changed. The girl stroked up and down the eight-inch pole until she felt the big blue vein running along Vic's cock pulse and throb with lust. Lust for her!
"Oh, God, Karen, I ... I ... oh!" Vic collapsed back to the grass, unable to say anything. He was trying too hard to keep from creaming all over the girl's hand. Vic didn't want a hand job. He could get those from just about any of his girlfriends. He wanted that wantonly displayed cunt.
He wanted to be fucking in and out of Karen's gripping, juicy pussy with all his might. And Karen wanted the same thing. But on her own terms. When she was ready.
"What's the matter, Victor? Don't you like the feel of my hand on you?" She stroked up and down, feeling the heat of his cock radiating into her hand. The prick bucked and quivered like a race horse in the starting gate.
"Qu-quit it, Karen! Let me get into you!"
"Not yet." The girl bent down and stuffed the boy's cock into her mouth. She felt the knobby glans slip by her lips, then past her teeth into her mouth. Victor moaned and his hips twitched in reaction.
Having his cock buried in Karen's mouth was a brand-new experience for him. None of the girls he'd ever gone with would give head. But he didn't want a blow job! He wanted to fuck Karen!
Karen was deaf to the teenager's moaning pleas to let him fuck her hot, dripping cunt. She was going to suck on this tasty, meaty cock for as long as she wanted. Then and only then she'd stuff the dick into her cunt and let the horny boy fuck her.
She enjoyed toying with her dates. She loved tormenting them. It wasn't much fun after a while, but she did it anyway. Karen had found that all the guys in her high school class would do anything - anything at all - to get the chance to fuck her cross-eyed. After the first couple she'd let fuck her, Karen got the idea it might be fun to play with them like a cat plays with a mouse.
And it had been. She was soon able to string them out for a long time, promising, then backing off. Karen wasn't a cockteaser, not by a long shot. She always came through and let the guys fuck her. But it had to be on her terms. When she wanted, where she wanted. And she would call it off if she wanted.
Karen Finney had tried just about everything and she was growing bored. Getting the guys at Eight Miles High School to do what she wanted had become too easy. She was always prowling around for new thrills.
Right now, virgins were turning her on. Victor apparently wasn't a virgin, but it was obvious he hadn't made it with more than one or two chicks. His trembling hand, the way his voice broke when he spoke, the way he could barely restrain himself all gave Karen a real charge.
That he had such a monster of a cock was an added bonus to the girl.
And his cock was a tasty morsel, too! Karen sucked for all she was worth to take in as much of its length as she could. She raced her tongue around and around the purple cockhead.
"UMMMM!" she mumbled around the plug of cock in her mouth. Karen hadn't found a guy who tasted this good in a long time. Her agile tongue began circling and dancing around the sensitive tip of Victor's cock. When the tiny tip of her tongue tried to force its way down the pinprick hole at the end of his prick, Karen thought the boy was going to come.
She hesitated for a moment, then began her erotic mouthing again. This time, there was a tiny crystal-clear droplet at the end of Vic's cock. Karen swiped it up with the tip of her pink tongue, rolled it over her tastebuds, savoring the flavor.
Vic was getting ready to blow his wad.
Karen began pushing against the tip of Vic's cock with her tongue. She pushed his dick completely out of her mouth and looked down his length into the matted jungle of his pubic hair. She could see the sac containing his balls. It had collapsed into a small ball-laden globe just filled-to-overflowing with creamy, tasty cum.
The length of his cock glistened with saliva in the moonlight. It gave an added thrill to the girl. She had become jaded, tired of the usual, and had to have something different each time she made love or she just didn't get off.
Seeing the eight inches of Vic's cock glowing like some kind of fluorescent tube excited her. Karen felt added floods of cunt juice begin to trickle down her soft inner thigh. The itchy, burning feeling deep in her belly had returned. She knew that there was one way she could satisfy that need.
Cock, and lots of it.
When Karen looked up into Victor's contorted face, she knew that he'd be wasted in a few minutes unless she allowed him to start fucking her. Not that she'd mind in the least. The old feelings had come back to her belly. The emptiness. The lack of substance, the feeling that she had to be stroked and fucked wildly.
She lived to be fucked. It was the one thing that gave her life meaning.
"Are you about ready, Vic, honey?" she needlessly asked the aroused teenager.
"I'm ready any time. But could ... could you suck a little more on it?"
Karen looked at the proud cock and saw that it had begun to deflate. She realized exactly what had happened. Vic was so aroused, so near getting into her that he'd become scared that something might go wrong. He might not perform well. He might not be able to keep it up long enough to satisfy her.
It had frightened him to the point where he was losing his hard-on.
"Sure, darling, anything you ask!"
Karen didn't care. In fact, she wanted a bit more of Vic's cock in her hungering mouth. She reverently took the drooping dick between her lips and began to suck. Just the tip received the full suction. With a practiced ease, the girl began to pull the entire length of his cock into her mouth a little bit at a time.
The purplish knob of Vic's cockhead slipped past Karen's moist lips to rest against her hard, pearly-white teeth. She felt a shudder of pure delight surge through the boy's body at the light touch of her teeth on his prick. She sucked harder.
More of his cock began to glide into the girl's mouth. When Karen's lips rested behind the broad head of Vic's prick, she began to run her acrobatic tongue around the tip of his cock once again. The girl felt Vic began to thrash about on the soft grass, grinding his hips in a circular motion.
Karen kept a firm grip on the teenager's thighs. She didn't want his shaft to flip out of her mouth. She was enjoying the taste too much. Her tastebud-laden tongue began moving slowly, sensuously over the underside of Vic's cock. The sensitive flap of skin received her full oral attentions.
Vic moaned out, "Gooood, oh, Chriiist, that feels so damn good! Keep doing it ... ohhhh!" Karen didn't want the youth to talk when she was sucking him off. She inhaled and drew his entire cock into her mouth. It was immediately obvious to her that he had his full hard-on back. The cock in her mouth wasn't the least bit limp. It was long and rigid and throbbing with a lust that wasn't going to be denied.
The girl rolled her tongue around the meaty shaft, tasting it. The faint flavor of male musk excited her. Her nose was buried in the hairy jungle of Vic's pubic hair. She began wiggling her nose, crinkling it back and forth.
This excited the teenager as much as anything else Karen was doing to him. He loved the wet, rough feel of her tongue caressing his cock. The sensations ripping through his body when she drew her tongue back and forth across the underside of his cockhead were like Fourth of July fireworks exploding in his guts.
And her nose burrowing in his crotch was pure ecstasy. He had to have more of that!
But Karen had ideas of her own. She knew he wouldn't mind getting sucked off. His mind had changed entirely since they -had begun their oral lovemaking. Vic would settle for second best.
But not Karen Finney! She wanted that long, lusty spike of man-meat reaming out her cunt. She wasn't soaking her dress with cunt juice for nothing! The girl wanted - needed! - more than to give some horny guy head.
She had her own inner fires to feed. That empty feeling had grown and threatened to devour her. She needed something to fill the gap between her legs. Her yearning cunt needed something to stimulate it even more. It needed hard, throbbing, vibrant all-male cock!
"Oh, Victor, Victor! Shove it inside me! Now!" It was almost laughable how fast and awkwardly Vic repositioned himself to get a good shot at Karen's cunt. The girl had leaned back, supporting herself on her elbows. She watched as Vic spread her legs with his hands, lifted her skirt to expose the dark, gaping manhole.
Karen rocked backward a bit to raise her hips. She felt Vic's cool fingers slip under her ass and lift her even more, then she shrieked.
Vic had plunged his cock full hilt into her cunt. "OOOOHHH! God, that's nice!"
Vic only grunted. He was concentrating as hard as he could to keep from creaming the insides of this hot, tight, juicy cunt. The teenager hadn't imagined he could find himself buried in as tight a sheath of female flesh as Karen's. When she began massaging his hidden cock with powerful inner muscles, he had to swallow hard. His concentration was being ripped away from him by this hot-assed girl.
She knew all the tricks. He felt her cunt walls ripple and pulse around his throbbing cock, then clamp down with demonic fury. When the slippery cunt muscles relaxed, he didn't know whether to be grateful or to feel cheated.
"Go ahead, Victor, darling. Fuck me!"
Vic hesitantly began to stroke in and out of the clutching cunt. The friction from his initial strokes began to generate enough heat that he was becoming more and more aroused. His thrusts became more powerful. Deeper and deeper into the flaming interior he shoved his mighty cock. Soon, all the world around him was blotted out.
His entire universe was a tight, wet cunt into which he crammed his quivering cock.
Karen leaned back and enjoyed the feeling of Vic's eight inches searing into her guts. The empty feeling was being driven out of her slender body. Her tits heaved up and down as she began to breathe harder and harder.
The girl had to admit that Vic was something different from most of the guys she had fucked. He was longer and had more stamina. Most of the boys spewed out their jism at the sight of a naked cunt. At least Vic was able to restrain himself long enough to give her a damn good fucking.
"That's it, Vic! Thaaaat's sooo gooood!"
Vic grunted with the exertion. His hips moved back and forth like fleshy pistons. His cock was surrounded by hot, juicy cunt that gripped wildly at him. Heat seared his pecker, set fire to his balls. A few more seconds of hard, fast stroking, and he knew that he would be unable to keep from coming.
He grunted again. Then he felt the burning tide of his cum blast out into Karen's eagerly awaiting cunt.
"Keep fucking, you bastard!" the girl screamed. "Keep fucking me as hard as you can! Oh! UUUNNNGHHH!"
The lightning-quick thrusts of Vic's cock into Karen's tight cunt continued. In spite of his coming, he continued fucking her with long, deep jerks of his cock. Karen felt the boy's cock shiver and throb far inside her belly. The warmth created by the friction of his fucking set fire to her cunt walls.
The fires spread and soon it was like a forest fire blazing at her belly. Her tits expanded, pressing the aroused nipples unmercifully against the thin cloth of her dress. Karen thought her boobs would explode. Her chest hurt from the rapid beating of her racing heart. The sound of her own blood pounded hard in her ears.
Everything conspired to bring the girl off. In spite of herself, Karen felt the crouching orgasm leap through her body. She felt the world spin and whirl and turn under her. Nothing mattered except the massive cock jerking and blasting out its jism in her cunt. All the nerves in her body screamed with pleasure. She no longer had the empty feeling.
Karen was soon released from the iron and velvet grip of orgasm. She saw Vic still cramming his hips back and forth, but it was a losing battle. His once proud cock had already begun to deflate. Soon, amid a flow of cunt juice and jism, his limp prick dribbled out of her cunt. The hose hung like a dead snake between his legs.
The teenager's forehead was covered with sweat. It gleamed like a beacon in the dim moonlight. But he was smiling. He'd just fucked the tightest, hottest cunt he'd ever found. Karen's cunt made Mary's look like the Holland Tunnel!
Karen was feeling good She'd give the kid something to make him feel good, too.
"Oh, Vic! You're such a man!" It wasn't exactly true. Larry was a better lay. So were Fred and Claude. But what the hell? She could afford to be nice. Vic had a nice long prick and he'd given her just what she needed that night.
She could afford to be real nice to him.
Vic smiled shyly. But before he could say a word, a gruff, harsh voice snapped, "What the goddamn hell's going on out here!"
A brilliant light speared the lovers. They were spotlighted as surely as if they'd been on a stage. Vic turned absolutely white from the shock of being discovered with his cum- and cunt juice-soaked cock hanging out of his jeans. Karen was merely annoyed. It was her father acting like the big-time parent again.
Vic stammered, "I, uh ... good ... good evening, Mr. Finney!"
"You slimy bastard!" was all the powerfully built man said as he towered over the pair.
Chapter Two
"Goddamn! What's the matter with you, girl? You're out here in our very own back yard screwing like some kind of animal! An animal, dammit, an animal!"
Karen straightened her skirt and peered up at her angry father. He could be such a drag at times-and this was one of those times she wished he didn't even exist.
"Oh, Daddy, don't be like that-"
Karen's protest was cut off by Ralph Finney leaning over and slapping her across the face. The palm of his hand stung and tingled with the sudden blow that left his handprint outlined in red on Karen's cheek. She reached up and timidly touched the spot where he had slapped her.
"I don't take no backtalk from my own flesh and blood." Ralph turned to Vic, who was hurriedly zipping his jeans. "And for rutting pigs like you ... !"
Vic almost vaulted over the wall. Ralph's booted foot helped him over the last few inches by being firmly planted on the teenager's ass. The sound of the youth's running footsteps receded in the night as he got the hell away from Karen's angry old man.
Karen stood, still rubbing her hurt cheek. "You shouldn't have hit me-"
Ralph struck her again. "Don't tell me what to do, you little slut! You'll screw anything that wears pants!"
"So you want me to be a lesbian and only screw women!" Karen snapped.
She was rewarded by another open-handed slap. Ralph idly rubbed his hand as he studied his daughter. He shook his head slowly as if he were deep in thought.
"I just don't know what the hell to do with you. There's not a stud at that high school of yours that you haven't balled ... don't give me any of your sass, young lady!"
The crunch of gravel made Ralph turn slightly. He saw his wife coming out of the house to see what the commotion was all about. Miriam Finney was an older edition of Karen, but more stately, more mature. And she didn't sleep around.
At least, not that Ralph knew.
"What's going on out here?" Miriam asked, looking from Ralph to her daughter's well-slapped face.
Ralph answered, "She's been at it again. Been out there fuckin' one of those high school boys. She's absolutely without an ounce of shame. I don't know what the hell we're going to do about her. I just don't know what we can do!"
"Maybe if we just sort of got her away from here for a while. We could go up to the lake house for the summer. It's out of the way, isolated.
Maybe she'll do better if she's able to be alone. Away from temptation and that hideous friend of hers - whatshername."
"Her name's Lynn, dammit! And you know it as well as I do!" cried Karen. She didn't like the idea of being shuttled off to the lake house for the summer. It was a lonely place, well away from anywhere that would give her even a small measure of fun.
"Don't swear," said Miriam absent-mindedly. "You know, Ralph, that might be the best thing we could do. This city living just doesn't sit too well with me at all."
Both Ralph and Miriam were from small towns and didn't like the hustle and hurry of the big city. But Ralph's job required that they live here. It was too good a job to quit no matter how much they preferred the country life. The only break they could get from the frantic rat-race was their lake house on Folter Lake. They enjoyed going up, sitting in the sun, relaxing and soaking up the forest's silence.
"Well, maybe that would be the only thing we could do. It's either that or send the little bitch to a reformatory!"
"Oh, Ralph! Karen's not that bad. It's just a phase she's going through. As soon as she gets tired of flirting with all the boys, she'll get serious about one and settle down."
Ralph shook his head as if he didn't believe it. "Get to your room, young lady. Right now. We'll leave for the lake in the morning." Miriam pointed toward the house to emphasize her words. After Karen had headed for the house, the back of her dress grass-stained from where her ass had ground into the moist grass, Ralph said, "I'm afraid you're going to have to go up alone until next week. That deal I've been working on with the Rennecke Iron Works is coming to a committee vote. I got to be there to nursemaid it through." "Isn't there someone else you can let do all this, Ralph? This could be important to Karen's entire future."
"I know, dammit, I know. But we wouldn't even have that fancy house up on the lake if it wasn't for deals like this with the iron foundry. I can make it up as soon as things are all worked out. I promise." He took his wife in his arms and held her close.
"You know, fucking out here in the grass does seem sort of a neat thing to do!" Ralph said.
"Oh, Ralph!" Miriam snorted. She stood on tiptoe, lightly kissed him, and then turned to go back to the house.
Ralph swatted her a good one on her ass. "That's just for luck, doll, just for luck!"
The two went back into the house, not caring what Karen did. They had overcome the obvious problem. Nothing else would bother them that night, of that they were sure.
Karen had gone to her room, slammed the door and locked it. As an added protection, she'd moved her dresser over so that the edge rested against the door, making it impossible for anyone to get in without making a ruckus.
The girl flopped down on her bed, rocked back and forth until the springs took up all the shock of her sudden fall. She exhaled firmly, put her hands behind her head and glared at the ceiling. Karen wasn't pleased with the way things had gone tonight.
Vic's cock was a good, hard eight inches. And she'd probably never see him again. Not after her old man had booted him all the way over the fence. Just thinking about the look on the boy's face, however, made Karen laugh.
It had been soooo funny!
He'd probably still be running for his very life when the sun came up! Karen sighed and snuggled down into the softness of the bed. It was such a waste of good cock chasing Vic off like that, though. Such a goddamn stupid waste!
She propped her head up on the pillow and began to explore her body. Karen wasn't under any illusions about her body. It was a nice one. She knew she had good tits, firm ones that boys loved to fondle and squeeze as much as she liked to have them fondled and squeezed.
The girl's hands slowly moved over the lightly clothed boobs. She massaged the undersides of her tits, then pushed the marshmallowy flesh upward so that the nipples pointed up at her face. No matter how hard she tried, she wasn't able to suck on her own boobs.
She'd thought about taking up yoga and limbering up. But that seemed such a waste of time when she could be out finding boys who'd be more than happy to fondle and suck her tits for her.
The material of the dress began to wrinkle in places, strain at the seams in others. It rubbed uncomfortably against the delicate nipples cresting each tit. Karen sat up and skinned out of the dress in one swift, lithe movement. She sat naked on her bed.
Her hands went back to her boobs. The silky flesh under her fingers excited her. The girl felt her cunt begin to water and gush forth hot juice. It was just like some boy was offering her his prick. But this was ... different.
Karen was getting turned on simply by rubbing her thumbs across the blood-engorged nubs of her nipples. She took both her nipples between thumbs and forefingers. The flesh felt rubbery, resilient. As the girl rotated the tiny, excited mushrooms of flesh, tiny jabs of joy raced into her chest. The warmth of the arrows of delight made her moan. It was such a wonderful feeling!
Her hands began to roam, pressing firmly down on her tits. The flesh flowed like putty as she shoved her palms down - hard - on the very tips of her conical, snow-white tits. Karen limply collapsed back to the bed.
Her muscles had turned to water. She wasn't able to support herself as long as her hands continued to wander over her boobs, teasing and tormenting the fiery red nipples. Karen pressed down even harder. and felt her heart beating through her left tit. The flesh seemed to transmit the hurried throb of her heart, the increased lustful pounding as she continued to fondle herself.
"Ummm!" the girl moaned, unable to keep silent. She knew that she couldn't make too much noise or her father would come in and beat her again. He'd lectured her a dozen times on masturbating and how it was wrong.
How could anything that felt this damned good be wrong? Karen had decided Ralph Finney was full of shit. He was as wrong as he could be. She'd get herself off; she'd have to. Vic had lit the fires of lust in her body but hadn't been allowed to properly quench them. It was up to her to put them out all by herself.
Karen was soon writhing around, giving off low moans like some bitch in heat. The soft bedspread under her naked body aroused her. Every time she moved against it, the soft, cradling cloth caressed her body sensuously. She felt hot and cold flashes as the soft cloth rubbed over her silky ass-flesh. The erotic feeling of the cloth on her shoulders and back almost brought her off.
Karen resisted the feeling. She didn't want a little orgasm. She didn't even want a series of tiny ones. The girl was saving up the feelings like a miser hoarding gold. She wanted one huge, soul-wrenching come. She wanted to feel like she was caught up in an earthquake, tossed and hurled back and forth.
She wanted the hugest orgasm ever!
Karen rolled over onto her belly. She started rocking back and forth to get the full feeling of the softness underneath her satin-skinned body. Her tits formed little craters in the soft bed. The girl began wiggling her shoulders to drive the tips of her tits as far into the mattress as she could.
The way her lustfully aroused nipples ached convinced her this was the right thing to do.
Her slender-fingered hand strayed down to the matted bush between her trim, marble-white thighs. When Karen felt the tangled growth of her cunt mound, a shiver of excitement surged throughout her body. This was so good!
She restrained another "UMMM!" by burying her face in her pillow. All the time, her hand descended further and further. Finally, she felt the wetness, the passion juice flowing from her cunt. The thick oils soon drenched her hand and dribbled out onto the bed. The girl didn't care.
She continued stroking up and down her pussylips. The blood filled flaps contained millions of tiny little nerve endings. Each one shot out its single-minded message: PLEASURE!
Karen's slim fingers gently parted her cuntlips and began exploring the dark, dank recesses beneath them. The delicately scalloped inner lips were already moist with her cunt juice. The slightest touch sent tremors surging through the girl's body.
When she sank her middle finger two knuckles deep up her twat, she almost came. She gulped, burrowed her face even further into her pillow and continued fingering her cunt.
It felt so good having that finger wiggling around inside her pussy. It was as if it was able to satisfy a need that couldn't otherwise be taken care of. This was what she needed - not to be sent to some dumb lake!
When Karen added a second finger up her cunt, volts of sheer carnal energy blasted at her mind. She climaxed.
As the pounding waves of orgasms faded away, Karen continued to move her fingers in and out of the clutching, tight, hot little manhole. The thought stuck in her mind. This was a manhole. It was supposed to be filled with something long and rigid and throbbing - a cock!
It was supposed to be filled with a cock fucking the daylights out of her!
How badly she needed - wanted - a man's prick in her cunt mercilessly fucking her, making her feel good all over!
But Karen realized the best she could do was a couple lousy fingers wriggling around. And they had to be her own fingers, too.
The girl rolled to her side and glanced around her room, looking for something to take the place of a nice, quivering, pulsing male cock. The flashlight on her dresser didn't look too inviting. The hairbrush handle was too small - hell, it was smaller than even that dippy Willie's cock.
Karen's eyes stopped roving when they lighted on the candle. It was a good inch and a half in diameter, maybe two inches. It was a monster. She wondered for a moment if she should try stuffing that up her cunt. It was as if her body answered for her: PLEASURE!
Anything for pleasure. Karen lithely flowed to the candle holder, wrenched the wax cylinder from its base and fondled it for a few seconds. It felt cool and smooth and . . . big!
The teenager lay back down on the bed, her slim legs spread wide in a huge vee. Like an arrow, her pussy hair seemed to point directly to her cunt. Karen poised the monstrous candle at her cuntlips for a moment, allowing her cunt juices to dribble and trickle out over the waxy surface.
Then, with a quick motion, she rammed the candle as far up her cunt as she could.
She couldn't hold back the "AAAAIIIEEEE! OH SHIIIT!" as the pain assaulted her body. Her cunt walls were stretched to the breaking point. Bolts of pain lanced through her belly. Then, slowly, the pain faded and was replaced by a completely different feeling.
It was a feeling of contentment, satisfaction, PLEASURE!
Karen began twisting and turning the candle inside her cunt. It soon became totally covered with her oily inner fluids. She began thrusting it deeper and deeper into her belly until she felt it smack into her womb. No real cock was this long!
Then she withdrew the candle, slowly, carefully. Each inch was a delight. Her body screamed and cried with pleasure. She was being assailed with undiluted joy. This was how it was meant to be, not a couple teeny little fingers wiggling around in her twat!
When Karen began really fucking herself with the candle, she found she couldn't tell the difference between the candle and a man's prick. She was stretched and pulled in new and different and exciting ways with the candle. But the cold, lifeless shaft didn't pulse and quiver like a real cock.
But what was the difference? She needed sexual release. This was the only way she could get it. She fucked faster and faster with her makeshift dildo. Each trip up her cunt was a brand-new experience. Her nerves tingled and screamed out their joy. An inner warmth began to grow. Embers turned to coals. Coals turned to blazing fires.
Karen was afire with passion. As she fucked herself harder and harder with the candle she wondered if she could light the wick with her incredible inner heat. Or if the candle would melt.
She felt like she was melting inside. Would the candle follow her lead? Her innards went weak and watery as the candle raced up her cunt again and again. Karen had to stifle her moans of joy to prevent either of her parents from looking in on her.
The entire world was filled with wonder. The soft cradle of her bed caressed her ass and back and shoulders. Her legs were raised in the air to allow her deeper penetration with each thrust of her dildo. A sheen of sweat broke out on her body, but the girl didn't even notice.
All that mattered to her was the surge of lightning each time she rammed the candle into her cunt. There was a liquid squishing noise as her pussy began to really water with excitement.
Karen began to rub and brush across her clit with each powerful plunge up her twat. The tiny little nubbin of erectile tissue screamed out its message of carnal arousal. Karen had never felt more alive, more in need of a good fucking.
Unbidden, her hands speeded up. The candle raced faster than the eye could see. But she could feel every single inch of the waxy cock's progress up her cunt. When Karen began to rotate the candle once it was buried far up her cunt, she knew that she couldn't hold back her tremendous orgasm any longer.
Like some animal driven into rutting frenzy, Karen stroked faster and faster with her dildo. The final plunge was like a detonator on a keg of powder. She climaxed.
Fireworks erupted in her brain. Fever racked her gorgeous body. She arched her back to take even more of the candle up her cunt. All too soon, the climax faded into nothingness.
Karen was left with an oil-covered candle, a sore pussy and an empty feeling inside. It had been good, but a real cock would have been better.
And she was going to be sentenced to solitary confinement at that goddamn lake all summer long!
Chapter Three
The wind whispered softly through the tall pine trees. The placid lake seemed bottomless the water was so clear and pure. The air was cleansed from a brief rain earlier that afternoon, but Karen didn't give a damn.
She was bored.
Even worse, she was horny. She'd been imprisoned at Folter Lake for less than forty-eight hours and she was ready to climb the walls. If there had been any walls in the forest to climb.
The girl roamed aimlessly around the shore hoping to catch sight of some other early comer to the lake. She'd found no one in almost two solid days of searching. She had masturbated twice more but it was a poor replacement for a good fucking.
Miriam Finney had seemed so pleased with the change that Karen didn't want to say anything. Her mother was okay, if a little old-fashioned in her morals. Luckily, her father wouldn't be up for another week, maybe ten days if his business deal didn't pan out for him.
But that didn't change the fact that Karen was isolated. The cabin didn't even have a telephone. All that was up here was the joy of nature. Which Karen would gladly have given up for a good fucking.
She sighed as she walked along the bank of Folter Lake. Fish jumped out of the water and snared tiny flying insects to fall back amid much splashing and churning of water. The girl tossed a few rocks at the fish, but they didn't seem to mind. They'd just swim off.
Karen finally decided that it would be a good idea to go for a little swim. Since she didn't have a bathing suit, she'd have to do it mother-naked, but so what? There wasn't anyone to see. And if there was, maybe it would attract them. Karen was almost desperate for someone to talk with.
The icy water bit at the girl's slender calf as she carefully tested the temperature. Karen sucked in a deep breath, then plunged into the frigid water. It surrounded her like a cloak. The cold robbed her of her breath, threatened to give her frostbite.
In a few minutes of paddling around in the water, Karen didn't notice the cold any longer. The water sensuously flowed between her slowly kicking legs, gushed across her tender cuntlips. The pinkness of her twat soon became a light blue. But the very coldness began to stimulate her.
In its own kinky way, this was exciting her. The water seemed to be icy fingers feeling her, titillating her. The stray currents of water that flowed across her boobs turned her on more than she'd have ever thought possible. As if it had a mind of its own, Karen's hand strayed to the wet area between her slender thighs.
Her fingers parted the folds of her cuntlips and plunged far up her twat again. Together with the lake's water gushing over her naked, gleaming body, the girl felt better than she had in a couple days. Certainly a lot better than she would have thought possible.
But this was a poor substitute for a cock. Karen knew it, but only sighed. She'd have to make do with what she had.
Until she could find something better.
The girl idly paddled around in the frigid water, letting the water play over her body. Goosebumps started forming on her creamy skin. She decided it was about time to get out of the freezing-cold lake and dry off in the warm sun.
As Karen gently swam to the bank, she heard a low conversation in progress. The words were muffled, indistinct. She couldn't even catch the drift of what was being said. All she could really tell for certain was that two men were talking.
Two men!
It was as if her prayers had been answered. Unless they were ninety-year-old monks, she was sure the sight of her beautiful, wet and divinely naked body would do things to their hormones. When the old juices got to flowing in their bodies, she could wrap them around her little finger. She could make them dance to her tune just like she had all those kids back at school.
Men were men, after all.
Karen began swimming toward the small cove where she figured the voices were coming from. She was almost on the two men before she saw them. They'd gone out of their way to make certain that no one out on the lake could spot them. Even the tiny fire they'd made was banked in such a way that the flames couldn't be seen until you were on top of the pit.
The girl heard the two more plainly now. " . . . and I still think we should spend a few more days waiting. What the hell we got to lose, anyway? We play it close to the chest and we got it beat, Fred."
The one called Fred was burly. A rough-looking man, powerfully built. He had sandy-colored hair and piercing blue eyes. The sight of those almost mad eyes gave Karen an extra chill that had nothing to do with her nakedness or the cold water.
Fred replied, "I dunno, Ross, just a feeling, you know? I think we can beat it since they seem to be going in the wrong direction."
"And how the hell are we really supposed to know they're looking in the wrong place? Just because some dipshit newsman gives out with the info on the radio? How do you know he wasn't told to say that? To make us overconfident and make a run for it?"
Karen wondered what they were talking about. It sounded like they were looking for something. Maybe someone was looking for them. The thought seemed to take hold in her head. It excited her. These guys might be running from the law or something romantic like that!
She carefully stroked into the cove. The pair were busy arguing and didn't even notice her until she called out, "Hey! You have a towel I can borrow?"
The two rose, spun, and stayed in a half-crouch. Fred held a pistol in his hand and Ross held a wicked-looking bowie knife. Karen wondered what they were so jumpy about. These woods hadn't had a grizzly in them for twenty years. Maybe longer.
"Goddamn, Ross! Lookit that!"
The other man didn't have to be told to look. His eyes were drinking in the lovely sight in the water. He didn't miss Karen's raven hair or the bone-china face smiling up at him. And it would have been impossible for him to not see the swell of the girl's tits as they bobbed on the surface of the lake. The icy water had made the ruddy nipples at the tips of each boob fiery red, aroused and ready to be popped into an eager mouth!
The tits seemed to float on the water, buoyed by their own mass. Ross looked down further into the water under those lovely, mouth-watering tits so prominently and lasciviously displayed. He could barely make out the deep depression of the girl's navel, through the distortion of the water. But there wasn't any mistaking the black thatch of cunt hair between her legs.
Ross watched Karen's trim legs languorously kick back and forth. It seemed that her cunt cried out to him each time the legs moved. Those marble-like thighs and slender calves made the man's cock harder than granite in his pants. It'd been a long time since he'd seen a woman and his cock reminded him of that.
"I guess we got a towel around somewhere, don't we, Fred?" Ross wasn't going to pass up the chance to grab a piece of ass. Not when the ass was as tight and round and tempting as Karen's!
Fred moved like he was in a daze. He never took his eyes off Karen although the pistol disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. He felt his trousers tenting up, too. It'd been three years since he'd had a good lay - three years since he'd fucked any broad at all.
He tossed over the scroungy towel. Karen smiled. This was going to be too easy. Both of the men obviously had hard-ons already. She'd be able to get them to do anything she wanted. They'd be putty in her hands just like all the others.
She made a point of standing up in the shallows before she took the towel. She gave both men a long look at her glistening white body before she started to towel down. The sunlight seemed to spotlight her. And, in a way, she was an actress on a stage giving a performance. Karen got off on the entire scene.
She rubbed the water droplets out of her long hair, making sure that the towel didn't hide her cunt more than it should. She wanted these two fishermen strung out to the highest possible sexual tension before she plucked their strings.
"What you doing out here all alone, kid?" asked Fred, his eyes never leaving the acres of exposed skin in front of him.
"Just out for a swim. I'm up here for the summer with my mother. I sort of got confused where I was and when I heard you two talking, I decided to stop and ask some directions." Karen flashed both of them a dazzling smile meant to melt the coldest of hearts. She knew she didn't have to bother. The sight of their bulging trousers was enough to convince her that she had these two hooked.
"For a piece of jailbait, you're pretty obvious, aren't you?" Ross said. For some reason, the two of them laughed uproariously.
"I know what I like. And I like what I see. How about you guys? Do you like the scenery?"
Karen draped the towel around her neck and allowed the ends to dangle down over her big tits. The towel did nothing to hide her cunt or the swell of her hips or the smooth roundness of her ass. And the girl wasn't about to try hiding them, anyway.
"You alone? Except for your mother?" asked Fred, a forced casualness in his voice.
Karen thought he was just hot for her. She never thought there might be more to it than that. "Yeah. My old man's not going to be up for another week or so. And I sure as hell can't find anyone else up here at the lake yet. Must be too early in the season or something."
"Little girl," asked Ross, "didn't your ma ever tell you not to talk to strange men?"
Karen struck a pose, one lithe leg slightly extended before her. "I really had a bit more than just talking in mind. If that's all you want to do, I'll be on my way. Thanks for the use of your towel." The girl tossed it back only to find a steel-hard grip around her wrist. She hadn't even seen Fred move. The man was as quick as a panther.
"Why don't you just come on up to our camp and keep us company? For a while, at any rate. You look like you're a mite cold, eh, baby doll?"
The way Fred leered at her didn't make Karen feel very comfortable. Somehow, this wasn't going exactly the way she'd intended it to go. It was as if ... as if ... these two were the ones calling the plays rather than her.
Karen didn't like the change in the script.
"I think I'll just be off. Thanks for your towel." Fred's grip tightened a bit more. "No need to hurry off, is there, baby doll? Just come on up and join us." He heaved and Karen almost flew through the air and landed on a crumpled-up sleeping bag. "Yeah," said Ross, "definitely jailbait. How old are you, kiddo?"
Karen pouted a little. Then she defiantly said, "Eighteen!"
"And I'm a bowl of goldfish!" snapped Ross. "Try it again and with the truth this time." Karen's voice came out meekly: "Sixteen."
Fred said, "She's probably lyin' in her teeth, but what's the difference? No broad comes on that strong not wanting to get fucked royally."
They both stared at the supine girl, their eyes devouring her. Karen felt a little better. This was more like it. She could handle things now. None of that question-and-answer jazz. She just wanted to get down to the basics.
And the empty feeling inside her belly had returned. The sight of the men's cocks straining against their jeans made Karen weak inside. She felt the old, familiar itching inside her cunt. The need to be full of cock; cock fucking hard and fast up her twat.
"Wanna match for it, Ross?"
"Okay." The red-haired man fumbled in his pocket, having trouble getting the coin out of the tight jeans. He was not helped any by the massive bulge of his hardening cock pressing against his zipper, either.
A quarter finally emerged and he flipped it with practiced ease. "Call it," he said.
"Tails!" laughed Fred, with obvious glee. "Tails," said Ross, sadly. "Both ways. Guess I'll have to be satisfied with sloppy seconds."
Fred began unzipping his pants. His cock leaped out like a stallion at a starting gate. His prick danced and bucked and was ready for action. In spite of herself, Karen watched the purplish knob dance around while Fred shucked off the rest of his clothing. She was hypnotized by the knobby cock-head.
"Like what you see, huh? You're gonna like it even more, baby doll, before I'm through with you!"
Fred dropped, his weight crushing Karen against the sleeping bag and pinning her to the ground. His arms snaked around her until she could barely move. All she could think of was that Fred hadn't bathed in the last couple weeks. The smell of stale sweat was strong in her nostrils.
Karen struggled to get free of the dead weight pressing down on her.
"Whatsa matter, baby doll? Don't you like having a man make love to you?"
"Get off me, you big oaf! Let me breathe!" Ross chuckled.
Fred glared at him but let Karen wiggle around a bit under him.
"That better?"
"Yeah. Thanks." Karen reached down and took Fred's massive cock in her hand and began to massage it. The man groaned and began to move his hips back and forth.
For a second, Karen thought he was going to spew out his jism onto her belly right then and there. Not even Willie had that little control. But Fred gulped and seemed to settle down.
"Damn, but that feels good! You don't know how long it's been, baby doll, having a woman feeling me like that!"
Karen was too preoccupied to listen. Her cool fingers worked back along Fred's thick cock until she got to the base. There, she ran her fingers through the thick mat of pubic hair. Tiring quickly of that, Karen reached under the thick firehose of a prick and began to knead and massage the sac containing Fred's balls.
At first, the hairy sac twitched and bounced as the jism trapped inside started to churn. Then the entire sac started to harden. Soon, Karen clutched a ball in her palm. She rubbed against it, knowing what it must be doing to Fred.
The man groaned and sighed, then grunted when Karen stroked down hard the entire length of his prick. She was starting to feel the sticky flow of cunt juice on her inner leg. The whole scene was making her hot.
And when she got hot, she needed cock and lots of it!
Karen felt Fred's dick throb under her fingers. The big blue vein along the top seemed to pulse and reach out to move against her fingers. She could feel the animal heat from his prong; she began to want that hot cock inside her cunt instead of merely in her hand.
Fred pushed his hairy thigh firmly between Karen's legs. She felt the roughness drag across her sensitive cuntlips, and her pussy soaked the entire top side of his leg. When Fred began to move his leg back and forth along her slash, Karen thought she was going to climax then and there.
"Ummmm! That's sooo goooood, Fred, soooo gooood!" she moaned.
Fred grunted, then his mouth clamped down on hers in a forceful kiss. His tongue smashed against Karen's lips, forced its way into her mouth.
Once there, Karen tasted the sweetness of the man's saliva, felt the roughness of his hard tongue rubbing against her own slender tongue. The action excited her. Not many of the guys she went with liked Frenching. Usually, she was the one who had to force it on them.
Fred's tongue spiraled around and around Karen's agile tongue. The sensation was indescribable for the girl. When he started tracing each and every tooth in her head with his tongue, the girl tried to force his tongue back into his own mouth with her own oral organ. She succeeded, then started playing with his tongue just like he had with hers a few seconds before.
Karen was more at home when she could take the initiative sexually. She had to be the aggressive one or she got bored fast.
Fred wasn't about to let her do what she wanted. He reached down a hard, callused hand and brutally grabbed one of her tits. The man squeezed so hard, Karen broke off the deep kiss she'd started and groaned.
"Now isn't that a shame?" sneered Fred. The pressure on the girl's tit increased.
Karen moaned and writhed helplessly under the man's powerful, painful grip. Fred took her nipple between thumb and forefinger. With the little aroused mushroom safely trapped, he clamped his two fingers together as hard as he could.
"OUCH! Damn you! That hurts!"
"Sorry, baby doll. Didn't mean to hurt!" Fred repeated his trick with Karen's other tit. "Now you got a matched set!" The man laughed at his joke as he stared at the fierce redness that had come into Karen's nipples.
In spite of the mistreatment, the girl still needed her cunt filled. And the pain actually stimulated her. She couldn't exactly understand what was happening but she felt more alive than she ever had before. It was as if new nerves were being born in her body. Born and aching to be fucked.
Without even realizing what she was doing, Karen opened her legs in silent invitation to Fred. His cock was still shivering in her sweaty hand. She pulled him downward until the tip of his pecker rested lightly against her cuntlips. The girl's cunt was gushing out its flood of juice. The man's cock was soon well lubricated for its trip up the little hole of her cunt.
Fred grunted, then reached under Karen. His hands fondled her perky ass. The flesh seemed to be dancing under his touch. He loved the silky feel.
And Karen loved it, too. The feel of his rough hands scraping her tender asscheeks turned her on more than she had imagined possible. The rough treatment was turning her muscles to water. She felt weak and wanted to get on with the main course in this gourmet meal of sex.
She wanted to be fucked.
"Hurry, Fred, oh, hurrrry! OHHH!"
Karen gasped as she felt the man's hips swivel forward. With a fierce thrust, he had shoved his entire cock up her cunt. Karen felt the man's prong inside her, twitching and jerking. She rotated her hips to increase the sensations raging in her belly.
The small twists of her pelvis were enough to give brand-new electrical tingles to her belly. The pulsing cock filled her, stretched her cunt walls in new and wonderful directions. The hardness of the man's cock was just the medicine she needed to satisfy her carnal urges.
Karen began moaning and making small incoherent noises of pleasure.
Fred grunted again as he pulled his cock out of the tight berth he'd rammed into. He'd been in some floppy, loose cunts. He thought he'd been in some virgin-tight ones. But he'd never fucked into one this hot and tight before. He was going to really enjoy this!
He shoved forward again. This time Karen tensed her stomach muscles. She could feel her cuntwalls collapsing around the prick buried inside her body. The outline of the twitching dick stimulated her all over again. She knew that Fred must think he'd just stroked into a velvet-lined vise. The powerful muscles she was using to hold his cock inside her cunt had been well trained.
"Damn but she's a hot one!" Fred managed to cry. Then he began moving his hips in tiny circles. Faster and faster he rotated his hairy ass until it was as if he were stirring some boiling pot with a long rod.
Karen was almost driven out of her mind with joy. Every nerve ending in her cunt screamed out: PLEASURE!
She clawed at the man's broad back. Fingernails cut bloody tracks on Fred's back, but neither noticed. They were too engrossed in the sheer carnal sexuality of their fucking.
Fred began to fuck Karen faster and faster. Soon, his body was a blur of motion. He was like a berserk locomotive, racing toward orgasm. His cock was a steel-hard piston, ramming home time and time again.
Karen felt each thrust into her cunt. She was jolted and shaken. Her teeth rattled, then a strange palsy seemed to seize her body. Orgasm had sneaked up on her without her even knowing it. While Fred continued wildly fucking the wanton girl's cunt, Karen rocked and rolled through her climax.
As she was beginning to come down from her sexual high, she felt Fred stiffen. Inside her, she could sense stream after fiery stream of hot jism blasting into her. Fred was having his own huge orgasm as he spewed forth his load of cum.
Sweaty and exhausted, the two lay in each other's arms for a moment. Then Fred told her, "Baby doll, you're a damn good fuck. Damn good. The best I had in years!" He laughed at his statement, Ross joining him.
Karen didn't see the humor in what he said, but she didn't care. As rough and crude as Fred's fucking was, she'd gotten off on it in a big way. She was surprised, too. She'd lost control of what he was doing soon after he'd dropped his bear-like weight on top of her. The girl hadn't been able to dominate him at all. He was the one who had been the dominant one from beginning to end.
In an odd way, Karen was more pleased than when she'd been able to pull the strings on all the boys she'd fucked.
"You're not such a bad fuck yourself, Fred. But what's this bit about me being the best in years? Anyone as ... masterful ... as you are could have all the chicks he wanted."
"You talk too damn much," Fred snarled as he rolled free of Karen. He put on his jeans and didn't bother looking down at her naked body. All he said was, "Okay, Ross, your turn."
Ross grumbled, "Hell, all the time sloppy seconds. But what the hell? It has been a long time."
Chapter Four
"You know, Ross, you don't have to take sloppy seconds unless you just want to," said Fred as he buttoned his shirt. "She's got other places you could stick your old whanger."
Ross looked at Karen as if she were a USDA-approved side of beef. "Yeah, I could get her to give me a blow job, I guess. But I want my prick in something substantial, you know? I want to feel her body all around me."
"Shove it up her asshole, fer Chrissake!"
Ross turned and looked at Fred. He slowly smiled. "You know, that's not a bad idea. I haven't Greeked a chick in longer than I can even remember."
To Karen, he said, "On your hands and knees, kid. I'm gonna ream out that nice little ass of yours."
Karen shivered. She didn't know if she liked this or not. To have a cock in her cunt where it belonged was one thing, but to have it up her ass was something else. And it was something she didn't know if she would like.
"Come on, kid, I ain't got all day. My poor dick's needing to get buried up in you!"
Karen stared at Ross' prick. It was a savage red with the purple plum at the end. It was like a flagpole. It bounced in front of the man every time he moved. And yet Karen couldn't take her eyes off it.
She'd just been well fucked by Fred and here she was wanting more! She didn't care if Ross fucked her cunt or her ass. All she knew or really cared was that she wanted that lovely cock in her body, jerking and shivering out its lust for her!
Karen wondered if it was natural. Then it didn't matter any more to her. The girl was brutally overturned by Ross. Dumped flat on her stomach, then lifted by her waist, she ended up in the hands-and-knees position Ross had ordered.
"Please don't hurt me," she pleaded. Karen had never taken a cock up her ass. She hadn't even let any of the kids she went with run a finger up there. The trembling of her body wasn't faked; it was real.
And in some way she couldn't understand, the fear added extra spice to her body's reactions.
The teenager heard Ross drop heavily to the ground behind her. She couldn't see him but she soon felt him. His coarse hands gripped hard at her waist, steadying her. His hairy upper thighs rubbed and chafed her tender ass.
But it was the iron-hard cock poking between her asscheeks that really turned her on. The long, rigid prick moved through the humid crease of her ass, spreading the pillows of meat. Karen gulped and her muscles convulsed in sudden fear.
She didn't want Ross' prick up her ass!
The pressure around the man's cock made him gasp. "Damn, you got a tight ass. And I ain't even inside you yet!"
Karen tried to scurry away like some small forest animal. The powerful hands on her waist prevented her escape. Ross powerfully pulled the girl's body to him. His prick quivered and bounced off the hard-clenched asshole.
The miserly little anal sphincter muscle wasn't going to let in any male invader the size of Ross' cock!
The man made a small grunting noise, then pulled back - hard - on Karen's body again. This time, his cock was aimed at the gaping cunt that dripped its juices down the girl's leg. No matter how much the teenager might try to deny it, this entire scene was turning her on in a big way.
Karen let out a loud "UNNNGGGHH!" as Ross' cock smashed into her tender cuntlips. His prick never hesitated. It delved far up her cunt. The girl was suddenly filled to overflowing with the very thing she had searched out so often.
She had all the cock she could handle. And it was inside her aching, hungry cunt. Karen moaned again, like a whipped puppy. Then the sensations of pleasure began to replace the thought of what was going to happen to her.
There was no denying the delight of feeling the massive, rock-hard cock in her cunt. The way it spread her scarlet-tinged pussylips, the jerking inside her belly, the stretching of her innards all sent huge jolts of sexual electricity into her brain. The simple message was joy. Sheer, undiluted joy. All the pleasure the girl could handle was rammed far up her twat.
Ross began to move his hips. Slowly at first, then with harder and harder rotations. He began to spin around and around while his cock stayed firmly lodged far up Karen's cunt. He was exciting the girl, getting her ready for anything he'd be doing to her. And he was oiling his cock for the forced entry up the teenager's asshole.
With a movement as sudden as the fucking into the girl's cunt, Ross withdrew. His cock bobbed free of the teenager's clutching manhole and glimmered with her cunt juices. He smirked at the sight. It felt good to have his cock in the deep well of a woman again.
"That's not so bad, now is it, kid?" Ross asked. "No, no! Do ... do it again! I want ... ahhhh shiiit!" Ross had been lulling Karen into a false sense of security, making her think that he was only going to do what she wanted.
With the suddenness of a lightning bolt, Ross pushed his purple cockhead against Karen's tightly clenched asshole. The greedy muscle wasn't going to open without a fight. But Ross was well lubricated after his brief dip in Karen's cunt.
The anal muscle couldn't withstand the power and suddenness of Ross' lunge. The crown of his cock vanished inside Karen's asshole. For a brief torturous second, he paused, then rammed full length up the girl's shit chute.
Karen had felt Ross' dick touch her asshole. That slight touch had sent slivers of fear rocketing through her body. She knew she'd been had. And she'd be used by this man before he left. He had fucked her once or twice to grease his cock and nothing more. He didn't want to please her. He wanted to use her like some whore.
To him she was no better than a cheap slut. A prostitute. A cunt to be fucked. An asshole to be reamed out.
But Karen couldn't scuttle away. The powerful hands at her waist held her in position for Ross' mighty attack. His cockhead tortured her. The pain erupted in her loins as he fucked forward. When his entire length surged up her ass, Karen almost fainted.
She bit her lip and groaned with the intense pain shooting into her guts. It was worse than she'd ever imagined possible. This was ten times worse than when Harry had popped her cherry. From the wet, sticky feeling inside her asshole, Karen was positive that delicate internal membrane had been ripped and torn.
"Wow, Fred, this is ... great!" mumbled Ross, buried balls-deep in Karen's shit chute. His friend only mumbled something incoherent. He saw how great it was fucking Karen's ass and was now sorry he had taken the easy path into her body.
"Oh well, I'll get a shot at her in a few more minutes." Fred stroked his crotch, waiting for his cock to stiffen and prepare for action one more time.
Karen began to cry with the savage pain ripping through her body. This wasn't any fun at all. It hurt! The tiny "O" of her asshole ached. Her guts felt like they'd been shuffled around like a deck of cards. The grimy hands on her slender waist clutched with such force, vivid fingerprints appeared in her creamy-white flesh.
But most of all, she felt messed up inside. Ross' cock had scrambled her innards in the most painful way she could imagine. This was torture. Complete and total pain.
The salty tears trickled down Karen's cheeks. She wanted to wipe them away. She didn't want to give that bastard the satisfaction of seeing her cry. When the girl lifted one hand to brush away the tears, Ross rammed into her soft, cushiony ass again. The impact knocked her forward. Karen barely managed to catch herself before her face was shoved into the dirt.
Karen sobbed quietly while Ross slowly, methodically fucked her ass. Soon, the crying stopped and the teenager realized that the pain was dying out. It was fading away. There was still the dull ache, the sudden twinges of pain, but now something else was creeping into her body. It wasn't pleasure, yet it wasn't pain.
It was a strange mixture of the two. And Karen found it to be wonderful! It was totally unlike anything else she had ever experienced. It was pain, true, but it was the wonderful feeling she always got from a first-rate fucking, too.
Pleasure well mixed with pain. An odd sensation that Karen began to savor like some fine wine.
She had been getting off on being the aggressive one with all the boys she dated. She'd let them fuck her only when she had allowed it. And then, it had been nothing but pleasure for her.
Karen had to be honest with herself. With her ass shoved up in the air for Ross to fuck as he wished, she didn't have any other choice. She had to admit she enjoyed being raped. She enjoyed having the man take the advantage - take advantage of her, even.
And the pain trip was something that added a hell of a lot to her enjoyment. The novelty of getting her pert little ass fucked was one thing, but the pain was definitely something that she'd never felt before. It was like putting a lot of pepper on a good steak.
The seasoning made everything taste better. Karen had to confess that the pain of having her ass fucked added that little bit of spice. It made everything more exciting, better.
When she decided she could enjoy the entire ass-raping, Karen began to savor every small movement of Ross' cock as it plunged deeply up her shit chute.
The warmth it generated by friction as it drove mercilessly into her bowels was unmatched. A tiny flame was lit. With the next trip of the man's pistoning cock, the flame became a blazing fire. As he smashed into her soft asscheeks a third time, an inferno devoured Karen's loins.
Never before had she become so excited and delighted with fucking!
She rested her forehead on her arms. It wasn't possible for her to raise up any more. Her muscles were too weak in reaction to what was being done to her ass.
The girl decided to experiment. Just a little bit to see what it would feel like. As Ross crammed his meaty cock forward up her shit chute, Karen wiggled her ass. The motion made it seem like Ross was corkscrewing into her bowels. The added movement brought new and different nerves into play.
Electrical jolts surged into her body. When she tensed her stomach muscles and clamped down with her anal sphincter, she managed to trap the man's cock inside her.
Ross gulped and moaned out a low "Ummm!" He was trapped in a velvety bear trap. His cock was imprisoned in Karen's asshole and he couldn't even begin to budge it! Her muscles were too much for him. The man didn't want to pull too hard. He was afraid he might yank his balls out by their roots!
The sheath of softly clutching membrane all along his cock radiated a warmth that set fire to the fuse of his prong. The heat slowly worked its way back to his balls. When it got to the tightly held nut sac, Ross came close to erupting. He used an iron control to prevent his blasting his wad into the tight asshole around his cock - and succeeded. He was greedy. He wanted more of this!
Ross tried to pull out again. The man wanted to wildly fuck this lily-white ass as hard and fast as he could. His balls were going to blow up any time now. He wanted the maximum stimulation he could get before that happened.
But he couldn't pull free. Karen's muscles firmly held him locked far up her ass. When the girl began seductively moving her hips in a small circular pattern, it made it even harder for Ross to keep from coming.
Instead of crying and moaning, Karen was now making little cooing noises. The man on his knees behind her ass knew that she'd finally decided she liked ass-fucking. He smiled to himself. A bit of butt-fucking was good for a switch, he thought.
But Ross had more immediate problems. How could he free his prick from the steamy prison of Karen's shit chute? He reached around her waist until he found the flowing well of her cunt. The man shoved three fingers as far into her twat as he could.
The sudden and unexpected invasion of her pussy surprised Karen. The blast of familiar pleasure inside her cunt caused her to relax for a moment. That was all it took for Ross to pull free from her vise-grip ass.
The powerful man didn't hesitate for a single second. He fucked back into that tight asshole. He loved the feel of her fevered flesh around his cock. And he found an added bonus. With his fingers stuffed up Karen's twat, he could stroke the underside of his own dick.
Through the thin internal membrane, he could jack himself off!
Karen felt Ross' fingers wiggle and twist around inside her ripply-walled pussy. It felt so good, so familiar that she relaxed to enjoy it to the fullest. The instant she did, Ross yanked his trembling cock out of her ass.
But only for an instant! Karen was almost overwhelmed when Ross fucked back into her shit chute. It was as if a burning arrow had been shot into her bowels. Her ass ached at the same time it sent incredibly erotic messages of carnal delight to her sex-numbed brain.
"Oh, Ross, keep doing ... thaaat!" she groaned.
She was filled with him. His fingers stimulated her clit, ran back and forth from her gushing cunt Each feathery touch exploded atomic bombs inside the girl's body. She was carried away to a new and different land she'd never even dreamed existed. Karen came to live for the feel of Ross' cock fucking into her tender ass.
The crinkly feel of his hairy thighs against her smooth asscheeks was a turn on. The fingers tantalizing her twat filled her with a tidal wave of joy. And the pounding of his body against her ass was all it took to send Karen off with a monstrous orgasm.
She caught her breath, then her brain was blanketed with unbridled passion. Fireworks exploded in her brain and belly. Her body quivered as every muscle clamped down hard on the cock in her ass. All too soon, her body released her mind and she drifted back to the reality of her situation.
She was still on her knees, head resting or forearms while the brute of a man wantonly fucked her ass.
Ross wasn't able to hold back the fury of his own orgasm. With a loud scream of carnal release, he slammed forward into Karen's asshole. His cock wormed its way far into her guts before it exploded. Wave after furious wave of jism creamed the teenager's shit chute.
The man gasped, then relaxed. He looked down and, with surprising speed, his prick deflated and turned into a limp worm. His once mighty cock dribbled out of the raven-haired teenager's ass amid a flow of his own cum.
Ross panted until he got his breath back. "Damnation, kid! You got the clutchingest asshole I ever seen! You milked every drop out of me just like you were some kind of milking machine!" Karen slipped forward and lay prone on the ground. She didn't care that the harsh dirt gritted against her tender tits and stomach. All she could think of was that she'd just had the most memorable fuckings of her young life.
She had grown bored with being the dominant one. With these two men, it wasn't possible for her to be the least aggressive. They did what they wanted and the hell with what she thought. Karen was a little terrified at that and, at the same time, thrilled.
There wasn't any explaining why, but she'd just had two of the biggest orgasms she'd ever had. And after two virtual rapes. She'd started the whole thing, but Fred and Ross had finished it - on their terms.
Chapter Five
"Ever seen anything like her, Ross?" Fred stood, his legs spread slightly, as he scratched at his groin. There was the tiniest hint that his prick was being reborn and would be ready to fuck again in a few more minutes.
"Never. Damned if I have, in fact." Ross prodded Karen in the ribs with his booted foot. "You're a hot one, chick. Almost too hot for us. What do you think about that?"
Karen rolled over and gazed up at the pair. Her eyes were still a little glassy from the multiple orgasms that had ravaged her body. And the pain in her ass nagged at the corners of her brain. Somehow, she managed to answer. "You two fuck like there's no tomorrow. You're both in such a big hurry."
Fred thought that was funny. Ross merely smiled.
"So what's the big joke?" Karen demanded, her black eyes flashing. She brushed back the raven mane of hair that had draped itself over her forehead. The girl was well aware that both men were studying her like she was a bug under a microscope.
In a way, she was pleased. She had a fine body and didn't mind showing it off. Not to these guys, at any rate.
Both Ross and Fred were treated to a sight seldom seen. Karen's tits rode high and firm. The nipples were upturned just the slightest bit as if inviting the men to suck on the ruddy buttons of flesh. The boobs barely quivered as the girl moved. They were fleshed with the meat of a young woman, not the saggy tit-flesh of a middle-aged broad.
But the twin delights jutting proudly from her chest were only the beginning of a finely sculptured body. The tits shadowed the trim waist and deep depression of her navel. Nothing could hide the dark-furred patch of her cunt mound.
Karen sat unselfconsciously. Her legs were spread just the slightest bit to allow the men the sight of her cunt. The black fleece of her snatch rimmed the pussylips. The twin pillars of her slender thighs bracketed the tasty sight.
Her legs were something for a real connoisseur to appreciate. The thighs were firm and well fleshed, yet trim. Her calves were equally well constructed. And Ross would testify anywhere, any time about the fine ass thrusting haughtily out behind the girl.
Both Fred and Ross continued to drink in her youthful beauty and laugh. Karen was beginning to feel just a little uncomfortable. She wasn't used to such treatment. It was crummy. And didn't she deserve more after letting them both fuck her?
"So what's so funny, dammit?" she demanded. "Little girls shouldn't swear," said Fred, amused.
"And I'm not a little girl."
"Jailbait, I still say!" Both Ross and Fred laughed at the sandy-haired man's joke.
Ross brushed back his own red locks and finally told her, "Jailbait. That's what you are. And we're jailbirds."
Karen didn't immediately understand. She frowned and started to say something when Fred cut her off.
"Shut up, baby doll! The man's giving it to you straight. We're both on the lam. Broke out of the Big Q last week."
"But . . . " Karen started to stammer. She was suddenly afraid. These were desperate men. They'd been locked up in San Quentin and had managed to escape the cold gray concrete walls. They might have even killed a guard or two doing it.
And what had they been sent up for? The day suddenly was very cold and chilling to a very young girl.
"Don't sweat it, kid," said Ross. "We're not killers or anything like that. Fred here got a bum rap and was sent up for a robbery he didn't even do."
"Not that I ain't done plenty, mind you," Fred cut in, "I done plenty in my time. But this one was a frame."
"Yeah. And me, well, the state doesn't take too kindly to people who practice creative accounting."
"What's that?" asked Karen. She was still scared, but not as much. These guys hadn't been murderers or anything violent.
"Creative accounting's what I call it when I sort of switch things from column A to column B in the bank's books and pocket the difference. I made off with almost a hundred grand before they found out what I was doing. And I'll bet they never find out how I did some of it!" There was a note of pride in Ross' voice as if he had accomplished something someone else had tried and failed at.
"Gee, I guess there's nothing wrong with that. Isn't it like cheating on your income taxes? My old man does that."
"Something like that, kid, something like that," Ross admitted. Both men were still examining her like a slave on the auction block.
"Well, I guess I'll split. Uh, you guys watch out for the cops and all that. Wish you luck." As Karen started to stand, Fred shoved her back to the ground.
"Not so fast, baby doll. You're not going anywhere till we tell you. You know we're here now and we sure wouldn't like it if you went around shooting off your mouth to the cops."
"I wouldn't do that!" protested Karen.
"We have just committed a felony, kiddo. We were up for five years, which is a long time. But rape's a big one. They'll hit us with fifty years for it." "Oh, I'll say I went along with you. I'll tell them I wanted to make it with you guys!" Karen cried, her eyes wide.
"And who're you going to be telling?" Fred looked at Ross. The red-headed man looked disgusted.
"Nobody! That was just a way of saying I won't say-"
"Shut your trap, kid!" Ross snapped. "You're jailbait in this state. Eighty percent of all the men convicted of rape get it for statutory rape. That means making it with an under-aged chick, whether she dug it or not. I'll just bet your folks wouldn't exactly get off on knowing two hardened criminals were out in the woods fucking you cross-eyed. Whether you got off on it or not."
Karen's stomach knotted. Her insides began to shake with fear. This wasn't quite the lark she'd first thought it would be.
Fred added, "Murder's only worth about twelve years with good behavior. Rape's always worth at least half the full sentence. Twenty-five years is a hell of a long time."
Karen's voice had gone small and weak. "You ... you're going to kill me?"
Ross laughed. "Hardly. We're not violent, are we, Fred? But we're not going to let you go around telling everybody where we are. That'd be dumb."
"Wh-what are you going to do w-with me?" Karen was completely afraid now. They wouldn't murder in cold blood. That's what they said. But it was obvious the penalties for rape were bigger than for murder. They might decide she was, after all, better off in a shallow grave than in the sack.
"Glad you asked, baby doll. My prick's about ready for another go at that tight little cunt of yours." Fred rubbed his chin, thinking. Then he said, "On second thought, Ross seemed to really get off on your asshole. I think I'll fuck you there and see how it is."
Ross smiled. "Tight, friend, damned tight. And I'm still horny."
Karen looked down at Ross' groin. His cock had begun to slowly rise up again. His capacity for sex was incredible. The girl could barely believe it when she heard them discussing her like that. It was obvious they were both going to fuck her again.
"Please!" she pleaded. "I hurt! My poor little pussy's tired out and and and ... my rear end's sore!"
Fred just "tch-tch-tch'd".
Ross dropped his jeans all the way and kicked free of them. In spite of herself, Karen couldn't tear her eyes off the luscious sight in front of her. Ross' cock gradually rose until it jutted at a proud angle from his crotch. The reddish tip was slowly turning to a fierce purple as his lust rose. And his entire cock started quivering as his passions built up.
Fred's dick was in the same condition. His cock was thicker than Ross' but not any longer. Of the two, Karen had to admit she preferred Ross. He knew how to use what he had a lot better, but Fred ... he was still a real cocksman. That thick root of manmeat really smashed into her cunt and made her feel like she was a woman - all woman.
She barely caught the end of Ross' statement to Fred. ". . . why not both of us at the same time? Me up her cunt and you up her asshole? Kind of give us both a shot at a different hole."
Fred continued to rub his chin. "Yeah, buddy boy, I think you got it. We'll both fuck her at the same time. And I don't mind corn-holing her at all. You sure as hell looked like you were having more fun than I was up her cunt."
"So let's sandwich her!"
Karen tried to flee but it didn't do her any good. Fred easily scooped her up and swept her off her feet. She kicked and struggled but to no avail. Fred was too strong for her. And, deep from inside, Karen had a morbid fascination with what they might actually do to her. It sounded - kinky!
Fred spun the teenager around and put his arms around her to prevent her from escaping. The hard, callused hands gripped painfully at her hips and waist. Then Ross was shoving his body against hers - strong and quick - from the front.
Karen was trapped between the two men.
The girl felt the hair on Ross' chest begin to tickle. It seemed to be really stupid to want to chuckle when she was in the middle of a violent rape. But she did. She couldn't help laughing. The man's furry bush of hair tickled and stimulated the nipples so that new sensations began to replace the fear she had felt.
Karen's tiny nipples began to grow and firm up as blood from her excited heart pumped faster and faster into the tips of her boobs. Soon, it felt like she'd poke holes in Ross' chest with the pointy pinnacles that betrayed her lust.
But Ross' hand found the real source of betrayal. He had been stroking up and down Karen's snatch, feeling the flood of cunt juice. She was hot to trot and he knew it.
"Sort of juicy, aren't you, kid?" he said. The feel of his steel-rigid cock between their bodies stimulated Karen even more. She began to pant in lust for the man.
His hands parted the soft cuntlips and stroked the delicate inner lips. He felt the wet, pinkly scalloped flesh. Each feathery touch of his hand drove the girl even wilder with mad passion. Ross played with her like a fisherman would play with a fish hooked on his line. He was in no hurry to cram his cock into her cunt.
It was more fun feeling her writhe and twitch against his broad, powerful chest. And the way her silky-skinned belly rubbed the sensitive underside of his cock turned him on in a big way. His first ejaculation had been fast, quick and hard. He could control himself better now. He could prolong his climax as long as he wanted.
And he wanted a long, lazy fucking from this foxy teenager.
Fred, positioned at Karen's ass, wasn't of the same mind. He wanted to stuff his cock up her shit chute and fuck her ass as fast and as hard - and as soon - as he could. His cock burned. He felt like it would explode on him at any minute.
Fred grabbed two handfuls of ass-flesh and spread them wide. Revealed to his lusting gaze was the deep crack of Karen's ass. Humid, sweaty and damp, it beckoned Fred on. He felt like his cock was iron and the girl's asshole was a powerful magnet.
His glans soon rested lightly against the tightly held muscle that would give him passage all the way to Karen's shit chute.
She groaned when she felt the knobby head push into her asshole. It was an involuntary reflex that made her clamp down as powerfully as she could to keep Fred's cock out of her ass. It had been sort of fun having her ass fucked before. But it was sore now. It needed time to heal.
And Karen wanted some time to absorb and think about all that had happened to her. It was instantly obvious she wasn't going to be given that time.
Fred's hips shoved forward and the fat head of his cock vanished. Karen let out a loud shriek that went unheeded by the man. He was delighting in the feel of the satiny-smooth ass-flesh under his fingers. He could squeeze and the meat would flow like putty. He moved it around in big circles like he was trying to rip off the two chunks of flesh. He clamped his fingers down and watched the red stripes appear where his fingers had gripped.
He enjoyed the feel of the hot meat surrounding the shaft of his cock.
But most of all, the tight ring of muscle around the end of his dick excited him. He was turned on by the powerful little muscle's reluctance to let his prick up Karen's asshole.
Just the purple glans of his cock was inside the girl's ass. Fred mumbled something no one could understand, then inexorably shoved his pelvis into the girl's butt. When he felt his hairy legs rubbing the smooth ass, he knew he was far up her shit chute.
The intense heat that seared his cock told him the same thing. For a split second, he was afraid the blast furnace of Karen's ass would burn his precious cock off to a charred nubbin. Then as the heat soaked into his cock, he relaxed.
This was a carnal heaven for the man who had been locked up in the slammer for three years. He hadn't fucked a broad in that entire time. And he wasn't one of those goddamn fags that went around ass-fucking other guys.
No sir, not at all. If Fred was going to give anyone the benefit of his massive cock, it'd be a woman. And a hot one like Karen!
Ross hadn't been standing idly by while Fred brutally slammed his cock up Karen's ass. He had moved his own cock to a position between the girl's spread legs. The man's entry had been slow, gradual and incredibly tormenting to the trapped teenager.
Karen thought she was going to lose her mind. Fred's sudden plunge up her ass had set fire to her loins. The old feeling of being pulled and stretched out of shape returned. She knew internal membranes had popped and ripped with his sudden fucking up her shit chute.
The gradual entry of Ross' cock into her cunt, however, was what gave her the most excitement and the most arousal. The fleeting touch of his prick on her pussylips excited her. She could feel the man's cock lightly push against her tumid cuntlips. Then his cock parted her gash and was bathed in the released flow of her cunt juices.
The fluids dribbled down her inner thighs as well as over the man's cock. When Ross pushed upward another inch, the head of his cock went into the tiny chamber of Karen's cunt. She could feel the head of his shaft expand with lust - lust for her!
The girl's breathing became harsh and fast. She could barely focus her eyes. Her knees gave out under her. Ross reached under her arms and fully supported her weight with his strong arms.
When the man moved another inch up her twat, Karen's nerves became fully alive. She was aroused now. Passions flared and gave her a new strength, a strength to enjoy what was happening to her cunt and asshole.
"OHHHH! PLEASE! PLEASE!" she cried.
Ross grumbled, "Please what, dammit?" He was too occupied with making his gradual entry into her cunt to be bothered with talking.
"Keep doing that!" she moaned.
It was ridiculous. Neither Fred nor Ross had any intention of doing anything else but what they were doing. Ross rammed another inch of his mighty cock into the tight, clutching, searing-hot cunt.
Fred had rested inside Karen long enough. Strength flowed into his body as his cock began to heat with Karen's inner fires. He pulled out of her ass, causing a "smucking!" noise. Then he slammed forward as quickly as he could move.
Karen felt the racing shaft burning along her ass channel. It was like someone had poured acid up her asshole. The full feeling she got when he was buried balls-deep barely offset the acute pain she felt when he brutalized her ass.
Fred didn't give a shit. He was lost in the sensations of having his cock sheathed in the tightest, hottest berth he could ever remember burying himself in. Karen's asshole was almost virgin; Fred's was only the second cock in it. The girl's inner organs rubbed and caressed his hidden prick.
"Damn me but this is burning my whanger off! She's a hot one, all right, Ross! You're right on!" Ross didn't answer. He had almost the whole seven inches of his cock up the terrified girl's cunt. Karen had begun to cry and tremble when Fred fucked into the teenager's tender ass. Ross was enjoying his excursion up the hot tube buried between Karen's thighs. His belly, muscled and flat, rubbed enticingly against the girl's, slightly domed and coated with the slightest bit of peach fuzz.
Ross luxuriated in the wet feel of Karen's inner lubricants bathing his hot, turgid cock. He swirled his cock around a bit to make sure that Karen knew he was buried full length up her cunt. Then he lifted with his legs.
The girl almost came off the ground with the sudden slamming impact into her cunt. Delicate pussylips were crushed. Her genitals were bruised by the suddenness of the fucking. Ross penetrated all the way up to Karen's softly padded womb.
She couldn't believe the sensations assaulting her ravished body. Ross' cock fucked her wildly now. She could feel his prick tremble and jerk every time it slid home up her cunt. The juices inside her flooded out and down, coating both his cock and her legs. Her pubic hair mingled with Ross'. Her pebble-hard nipples poked hard into the man's muscular chest.
Karen hoped she could puncture his lungs with those rock-hard nipples. The tiny cherry-like protuberances were rubbed back and forth. In spite of herself, Karen had to admit she was being stimulated sexually by the friction. Her tits felt like they had expanded like balloons and would pop at any instant.
Her cunt cried out for more and more cock. Ross seemed to hear the silent cry. He speeded up his fucking until the girl felt constant heat all along her ripply walled cunt from the friction of his fucking.
And her ass! God, how it hurt! But it was hurting good now. Fred was fucking in and out using a corkscrewing motion. The hurtling piston of his cock made her feel gooood. So goood!
Karen had never realized before that pain and pleasure were almost the same thing. That pain could give pleasure. The hurt of her ass was making her cunt water with even greater passion.
Her chest heaved hard, breathing difficult now. Blood pounded like the ocean's surf in her ears. The teenager was enjoying this strange dual fucking to the utmost now.
"Fred," grunted Ross. "Hey, you dumb fucker! Let's do this right! You fuck in while I'm pulling out. We can really rip her apart that way! Go ahead and do it!"
Fred slammed balls-deep into Karen's ass again. Ross retreated, his cock jerking in reaction to the carnal paradise it had left. The man loved the feel of Karen's velvety cunt walls on his shaft.
Almost as much as the girl liked the feel of his dick against her insides. When Ross was inside her, she could sense the pulsing of the blue vein that stood out like a huge tube on the top of his cock. Every time he jerked and trembled, it sent vibrations through her belly. The vibrations turned into carnal earthquakes of joy when they smashed at her brain.
"Unnngggh! Ohhh Chriiist!" Karen moaned as Fred fucked hard and quick into her tight ass. "Like it, baby doll?" Fred cruelly twisted his hips in a huge circle, stirring Karen's guts with his cock. The man felt as if he had just thrust into a vat of lava. This chick's ass was hot!
He slowly retreated to allow his partner to reenter her juicy cunt. As soon as Ross saw Fred's hips bowing backward and pulling his cock out of the girl's asshole, he straightened his legs and shoved his own cock deep into the steamy interior of Karen's sensuously lined cunt.
The two seesawed back and forth until the tormented teenager was being pulled apart internally. No sooner had she adjusted to the burning enema of Fred's cock when it was pulled out to be replaced with the searing lance of Ross' cock.
Back and forth they fucked. Karen blacked out for a few seconds, then regained consciousness. This was such an odd mixture of good and bad. She loved the feel of the cock inside her cunt, filling her with passion and lust. She hated the tearing, rending prick driving like a railroad spike into her ass.
The two men's breaths started coming hard. They sweated profusely, the sweat lubricating the action of their bodies against Karen's. Her boobs slid wetly against the matted hair on Ross' chest now. The sheen of perspiration made him appear to be coated in some sexy kind of oil as the sunlight reflected off him.
Fred's body only touched Karen's when he was fucking full length up her shit chute. Her asshole was relaxed now, gaping wide open from the man's furious fucking. But it didn't matter. His cock expanded with mad lust for the girl and completely plugged the passageway.
Karen felt both men's cocks expand. Ross' broad cockhead trembled inside her cunt and seemed reluctant to leave its soft, wet sheath. Fred's prick was embedded far up her ass.
Both men suddenly noticed they had lost the rhythm of their fucking. Their lustful cravings had taken complete control of their hips and they had been fucking as fast as they could.
Ross called out, "Let's both go into her at the same time. Be fun to see what that feels like!" Karen started to say something but her voice had fled. She was speechless. Only a tiny animal noise came out.
Ross gathered his legs under him for a mighty upward thrust. Fred poised behind her like a coiled steel spring. When they fucked into her together, their cocks smashed into one another inside her body.
Karen let out a heart-rending "AAAIIIIIEEEE!!" and collapsed weakly against Ross. The two men turned and twisted and rotated their hips in every way they could. They could feel their cocks rubbing against each other through the thin inner tissues of the girl's ass and cunt.
"Damn me, this is like jackin' off! I see what you meant, Ross! This is far out!"
"Yep, sure is. Now keep going, you son of a bitch! I want to get off real quick!"
They continued their tandem fucking. Karen knew that she was being destroyed inside. Her cunt was being ripped to shreds. Her ass was being permanently torn. Fire ants crawled around inside her, nipping and burning and eating at her guts.
And yet, through the veil of pain came something else to taunt her. It was pleasure. She was getting off on the abuse these two men were heaping on her. The teenager was enjoying being used like some whore. She was a slut, lower than an animal to Ross and Fred.
And she dug it. She dug it a hell of a lot.
Karen's body began to tremble as the beginnings of an orgasm formed in her belly. Every time the two men's cocks would smash together inside her, it fed the fires of passion that burned. The fires leaped into a full-blown conflagration. A forest fire of gigantic proportions surged through her insides and raced along her nerves. Every fiber of her being screamed out: PLEASURE!
Karen knew that orgasm was seconds away.
As Ross and Fred fucked into her again, the bomb blast of orgasm ripped through the girl's mind. The universe blotted out, became white with pain and pleasure.
On the same thrust, Ross lost his cum. He spewed out his gooey load of spunk, then fell to the ground in a heap. He was exhausted from his furious fucking.
Fred took a few more strokes before he blew his wad. Gob after gooey, creamy gob of cum splattered Karen's shit chute. Then Fred, too, pulled out and sat down to rest. Even his powerful body was drained of energy.
Karen couldn't stand, either. She fell to a limp pile, crying and sobbing. Neither man bothered to comfort her. They'd already taken all the pleasure they could from her.
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Chapter Six
"I'm really bushed, Ross, really bushed."
"The hell you are! I was the one fucking under that little fox's black bush!"
Fred laughed harshly. "Yeah. I was fucking her tailpipe good for her. Damn but she's got a hot exhaust!"
"What's that? Did she fart on you?" Ross thought that was funny. Fred started to say something, thought better of it, and joined his partner in laughing at the joke, even if it had been at his expense. He didn't much like that, but Ross was the brains of the outfit. It was Ross who had planned on how to get them out of Q. It was Ross who'd done all the brain work getting them away from the cops. And it was Ross who was going to get them over the border into Canada before long.
Fred could afford to wait. After Ross'd gotten them over the border and got 'em set up in that little business he'd mentioned, then the loud mouth would be closed. Permanently.
Karen had stopped crying and was rubbing her ass and cunt. She glared at the men, her eyes pools of black hatred.
"What now, perverts?" she snarled.
"Perverts, she calls us? Hear that, Ross? Perverts!" Fred buttoned up his shirt as he said to Karen, "And who the hell was it that came out of the lake mother naked and flaunting her tits and cunt and just begging to be fucked? I say you got what you were after, baby doll, and not a single thing less!"
"Fred's right, you know. No chick swims up to two strange men naked as a jay bird and expects to just walk away without getting herself into all sorts of trouble."
Ross finished dressing. He looked down at Karen from his six-foot height, brushed back his flame-red hair and said, "Where's this cabin you been talking about? The one where your ma's hanging out?"
"Go to hell!" Karen snapped.
Ross landed a light kick on Karen's ribcage. "The next one'll bust a couple bones. You won't like that at all. Maybe I'll even let Fred work you over. Fred enjoys giving people all sorts of pain, don't you, Fred?"
Ross didn't even look to see the sandy-haired man briskly shaking his head "yes".
"See? Now tell me before we have to get rough. You're too good a fuck to be stupid. Unless you think with that tight little cunt of yours and I doubt that."
"It's over that way." Karen pointed across the lake. She hoped that these two men would go away. And another part of her brain wanted no such thing. True, they had brutalized her, raped her and humiliated her. But she'd asked for it. Ross had been right.
And she'd enjoyed it as well as hating it. The teenager was completely confused. How could she enjoy being raped? Why did she get off on the rough treatment they'd been giving her? It was just the opposite of what she usually dug. It was her fun-and-games trip to make the guy beg to fuck her.
Begging the guy to fuck her, beat her and fuck her, humiliate her before fucking her - these were new ideas Karen didn't understand at all.
"Oh shit. That's a good three miles walking around the lake. What the hell, let's get going. Come on, kid. Lead the way." Ross pulled Karen to her feet.
"You want me to walk through these woods naked? Without any clothes on at all?" She sounded surprised.
"Why not? We seen you naked already. And there ain't no one but the ground squirrels out there. Now get moving!"
The shove sent Karen reeling. She soon recovered and carefully picked her way through the pine forest. The nettles stuck in her feet, hurt terribly. But not as badly as her chafed and smarting ass. Fred had really done a number on her poor asshole. It burned like a napalm had been smeared all over it.
Soon, the Finney cabin came into view. It was a large A-frame that Ralph had built himself. It was the family pride and joy. Karen had to secretly admit she was happy to see it again. It was like an oasis in this desert she had found herself lost in.
Fred pulled out a small, ugly-looking pistol. He pulled back the hammer and said, "I'll go ahead and check."
Ross just nodded.
Karen begged Ross, "Stop him! Don't let him kill my mother!"
"He's not going to hurt her. And what's this big concern for her all of a sudden? You gave the impression that you didn't much like your old lady."
"I ... I don't. I just don't want her hurt." "What would you do to make sure she wasn't hurt?" Ross was fishing now, trying to find out what Karen would do and wouldn't do. When he found out what her limits were, he'd be sure to push her over the edge. The man seemed to realize how much had been destroyed inside the girl when he had ass-fucked her. A little bit of her spirit had died. He could see a slave forming every time he and Fred took advantage of her, raped her.
Soon, she'd be begging them to abuse her. Ross thought he'd like that. Until Karen started to bore him.
Fred waved from the front porch. Ross prodded Karen and said, "Move out. Fred's got everything under control by the looks of it. Probably already fucked your mother a couple times. Fred's a quick worker."
Ross smiled when he saw Karen cringe slightly at the thought of Fred fucking her mother. That would rank high on the list of things to be done once they'd settled down in the cabin.
They walked into the main room, the room that had once been cheery and brightly lit from the large fireplace on the back wall. Somehow, it was no longer the room that Karen remembered. Some vital spark had left when Fred and Ross had entered.
Miriam saw Karen and rushed to her, cradling her daughter in comforting arms. "Darling! What have these beasts done to you?"
"Lady, we done nothing to her that she didn't want done." Ross carefully, brutally explained everything in vivid detail.
"Pigs!" spat Miriam, then she launched herself at Fred with fingernails raking.
The man easily eluded her. He'd been brought up in the streets and knew every dirty fighting trick there was. A suburban broad with a nasty set of fingernails didn't bother him at all.
He grabbed the woman by the wrists and easily threw her to the floor. "Now that wasn't nice, no ma'am, not nice at all. Gimme the rope, Ross."
The redhead casually tossed his partner some coarse rope that had been used for tying up deer carcasses. Fred looped the rough strands around Miriam's wrists and pulled tight until she could barely move. Not content with merely tying her hands firmly behind her back, Fred tossed a loose end of the rope over a low-hanging beam and pulled.
He kept pulling no matter how much Miriam screamed. When she had to strain for the balls of her feet to barely touch the floor, he stopped. The end of the rope was double-looped and tied in a bow knot on a nearby post.
Ross explained, "It's a lot more painful this way, Karen. You see, your mother can barely touch the floor with her toes. But she can support some of her weight that way. In about ten minutes or so, her legs will start to feel like they're being pulled out of their sockets. And her shoulders, well, they support almost all of her weight, too, with her hands tied behind her like that. Fred's a real expert at this. Wouldn't guess he used to be a cop, would you?"
Karen watched in numb horror. She couldn't believe this was happening to her.
Miriam snarled between pain-numbed lips, "You're animals. ANIMALS! You're not fit to live! As soon as my husband gets here . . . "
" . . . gets here in a week or maybe two, right?" Ross finished. "Don't try to con a couple of cons. We're experts at lying. But you really should be taught not to lie to us. Whatcha think should be done about that, Fred?"
The man's crotch bulged. He had been eyeing Miriam all the time he was tying her up and stringing her over the rafter like a side of beef. He was ready to fuck again. And Miriam wasn't a bad-looking broad. Not at all. Her tits were held by the cloth prison of her bra, but otherwise they didn't bobble around too much. Not all the usual middle-age sag he usually saw. And she had a nice ass. It was easy to see where Karen got her nice ass.
From nowhere, a switchblade appeared in Fred's hand. The dull "snick!" as it opened seemed deafening to Karen and Miriam. Fred slowly went to the strung-up woman. "Lying is a serious offense in this court. You got to pay the price!"
He pushed the blade inside one of the woman's pantlegs. The sudden upward trip of the knife severed the cloth all the way to her waist. Miriam moaned even though Fred hadn't even nicked her. He repeated the action on her other leg. Her slacks fell away from her body like leaves fluttering down in the forest.
The man slowly worked with his knife, stripping away the blouse, bra and panties until Miriam hung naked before him. Not once had he so much as marked her with his blade.
Fred took a step back and studied the naked woman fully. Her tits did droop a bit, but what the hell? It was her cunt that caught and held his attention. The brown fleecy down of her snatch was thick and curly. He began to thrust his thick fingers up and down along the woman's pink-lipped cunt.
Miriam moaned and closed her eyes.
"Like that, honey?" Fred continued to massage and manipulate the sensitive cuntlips under his fingers. Unlike Karen, Miriam didn't start frothing and gushing forth a torrential outpouring of cunt juice. Miriam was scared to death of what Fred would do to her.
"Hey, she's not liking this at all!"
"Why don't you give her something she will like then, Freddie, me bucko?" Ross sat down and put his arm around Karen's trembling shoulders. The girl tried to pull away but Ross coldly told her, "Don't you try acting up, not after those fantastic fuckings you gave us this afternoon."
Karen tried to relax but couldn't. Not with the horrible sight in front of her.
Fred had unzipped his trousers to expose his fierce, reddish-purple cock. His tool bounced and bucked like a stallion. He moved closer to the bound Miriam and smiled.
"Ready for a little of the old in-out, in-out?" Miriam spit in his face.
Fred's reaction was instantaneous. He slapped her as hard as he could. The woman began to swing back and forth, almost knocked out from the force of the blow.
"You shouldn't do things like that, lady. They aren't acceptable in polite society." Fred reached out and grabbed a double handful of ass. He pulled toward him so that Miriam's feet left the floor entirely. That put all her weight on her shoulders. She groaned in pain but wouldn't give Fred the satisfaction of hearing her beg.
The man pulled her to him. Using his hands, he spread her legs so that the milky-white pillars went on either side of his body. He positioned himself carefully. His prick jumped about underneath Karen's mother, looking for a hole to be crammed into.
When Fred saw the gaping cunt, he surged upward. His aim was right on target.
"OHHHH! OOOOOHH!" was all Miriam could mutter, feeling the huge cock smash into her dry cunt.
Fred grunted but he began to fuck the suspended woman. He firmly held her ass in his hands. Moving the ass-flesh up and down swiftly, Fred was able to fuck himself in and out of Miriam's cunt with little effort.
The woman felt excruciating pain in her shoulders. Her arms had long since gone numb from lack of circulation. Her hands had begun to swell and turn blue from the blood being cut off. But her cunt, her precious cunt never fucked by anyone but her husband - there was the real agony and shame.
Miriam clamped her eyes tightly shut and tried not to think of what was happening to her. She was being raped in the most painful manner she could imagine. She was being tortured while a brute of a man shoved his hideously thick dick in and out of her pussy. But she'd show him. Her cunt would stay as dry as the Sahara Desert.
Fred didn't much care. The lack of lubrication made the friction on his prick even more intense. The foreskin of his dick peeled back with each thrust up the dry cunt. It made him think that someone was sticking thousands of tiny little needles into his cockhead.
He bounced the tied and helpless woman up and down. The feel of her ass-flesh in his hands was an inducement to carry on. Seeing the strained, tormented look on her face spurred him on, too. But it was the tightness around his cock that kept the convict going.
"Liking this, honey?" Fred sneered. He knew that the woman was hating him with a depth and passion he could barely understand. That added spice to this rape.
Fred carefully corkscrewed his cock into Miriam's cunt again and again. It was feeling more and more oily with each thrust. He was sure she wasn't getting turned on; it might be torn tissues and a bit of blood helping him along.
He yanked his prick out for a moment and checked. A bright-red spot of blood had appeared on the very tip of his cock. He'd torn some of the woman's inner membrane.
Fred laughed. "Looks like you're gonna oil me whether you like it or not, honey!"
He stuffed his cock into her cunt again, smashing himself balls-deep. He began fucking her with all the pent-up feelings that had lain hidden in his mind for three solid years. He took out his frustrations on Miriam because she was convenient and couldn't protest. Fred began to speed up the tempo of his fucking when he felt his balls begin to burn and hurt.
The aching deep down in his groin increased until the man couldn't stand it any longer. His foreskin had been shoved back to expose the sensitive tissue just under the protective layer. The purple flesh was feeling the ripply cunt walls, telling him every time Miriam twitched.
He rammed his cock hilt-deep in her cunt again. And again. This time the heat along his shaft was more than hot, it was like someone was running a blow torch up and down his cock. The heat spread back down his length until it reached his balls.
The pressure cooker dangling under his long prick began to build up steam. The jism trapped there began to boil with lust. The wild roiling of the creamy cum shook and tumbled his balls wildly. He started fucking Miriam with complete abandon.
Fred's balls erupted with the force of a volcano. His white-hot jism fountained out into the unwilling woman's cunt. He kept on with his fucking until he couldn't keep it up any longer.
He pulled free to watch his cock tumble out of the woman's cunt. His jism dribbled down her legs in twin rivers. Contemptuously, Fred shoved against Miriam's tits and set her swinging back and forth.
"You're not much of a swinger, are you? Nothing at all like your kid."
Chapter Seven
"Ross, please, you're not going to let him do that to my mother, are you?" Karen pleaded.
The man looked at her strangely. His green eyes seemed alien, not quite human. He had enjoyed watching Fred rape Karen's mother.
"What do you mean `let him do that'? Do what? He was just having a little fun. And since we're going to be staying here for a few days, you'd better get used to the idea."
"But ... but ... that's inhuman what he did to my mother!" cried Karen, beginning to feel scared again.
"It's not inhuman. Fred's as human as anyone else. So whatever he does is perfectly human. Right, Fred?"
"If you say so, Ross." Fred was busy hunting around in the liquor cabinet for something to drink. Finding a bottle he held it up. "Hey, Ross, here's some of that fancy stuff you like. Maker's Mark!"
"Pour me some of it. I think I'm going to have to show Miss Goody Two Shoes here some manners. If we're going to live together as one big happy family, she's not going to mouth off like that. Not in front of me."
Ross reached behind him and took another length of the coarse rope that had been used to string up Karen's mother. When Karen edged away from him, the man used the length of rope like a whip. The snap of the rope as it landed squarely across the naked girl's stomach could be heard all over the room.
Fred was too busy digging around looking for some gin to notice. Miriam cried out, "For God's sake, if you're going to torture someone, torture me and leave my daughter alone!"
"Bullshit!" snapped Ross. "She's the one that started all this, her swimming around naked in the lake and seducing Fred and me while we were sitting on the shore minding our own business. We didn't ask for a naked teenybopper to come up to us and beg for a towel, then do the old burlesque queen bump-and-grind routine while we watched. Hell, lady, this little bitch of yours started it!"
Ross used the rope like a bullwhip and curled it around Karen's arm. He pulled her to him as easily as reeling in a fish on a line. With a couple quick loops and well-done knot, he had the girl's hands tied behind her back.
"Well, now, I might just forget to do anything really rough to you if you show me you can cooperate. You know what I mean?"
"N-no, no I don't. Tell me." The girl was certain she didn't want to hear, but she'd do anything to keep from being beaten with that cruel length of rope.
"Okay, kid. See this big bulge in my jeans? That means I got a hard-on just wanting to get out. And after it gets out, it don't feel too good out in the cold. It likes wet and warm places. Like your mouth. Sucking on it. Dig?"
Karen shook her head, raven tresses cascading around her forehead. She knew that Ross wanted her to suck his cock. She'd done it before to other guys. It wasn't that bad. And it would keep her from getting beaten with that rope.
"I ... I can't get your zipper open with my hands tied behind my back," Karen told the man. "Don't make her do it, you brute!" screamed Miriam.
Ross turned and coldly told her, "One more word out of you, old lady, and I either gag you or cut your tongue out. Take your pick. Or you can just watch the show and not say a goddamn word." Turning back to Karen, who was on her knees in front of him, Ross told her, "Use your teeth to pull the zipper down. I'll help you."
He lashed out with a short piece of the rope. It landed a stinging blow on Karen's back. As the welt slowly rose on her smooth, silky-skinned back, the girl began to edge forward. She rested her forehead on Ross' belt buckle. It cut into her head but she didn't care. All she wanted to do was keep him from using that lash on her back again.
The man landed a sharp blow to the girl's ass. A fiery stripe appeared as Karen stuck out her tongue to lift the zipper from its lock position. She wiggled closer and pursed her lips. She managed to suck the tiny metal strip into her mouth and grasp it between her teeth.
A nod of her head and the zipper began traveling down its track. When she'd gotten it halfway down, Ross' cock began to help her in the task. The massive pillar of cock pushed out and down with enough force to keep the zipper running with very little effort on her part.
Karen gasped at the nearness of the cock. It was bigger than she had remembered. It was touching her cheek but she could see the many veins and arteries inside the cylinder of lust. The big blue vein on top stuck up and seemed to pulse every time the cock jumped a little. She knew it was from Ross' heartbeat.
When his heart started pounding faster and faster, his cock would begin to dance around like crazy. The prick resting on her face now shook just a little, radiated only a small amount of heat to her face.
"So start sucking, kiddo, start giving me a blow job!" he commanded, his voice harsh.
Karen resigned herself to the task. It wouldn't be too bad. She'd sucked off guys before. She kept telling herself this wouldn't be any different as long as he didn't beat her with the rope.
The teenager took the shivering piston of cock into her mouth. Her tongue hesitantly reached out and touched the very tip of Ross' glans. The convict gasped but said nothing. He didn't bother to beat her, though he did grab a double handful of hair and pulled her face toward his crotch with irresistible force.
Karen began taking in the man's entire cock. The glans smacked against the top of her mouth. She swallowed quickly before the main shaft entered. When the whole seven inches of cock crammed into her oral cavern, she had to work to keep from gagging.
It was hard work keeping her tongue caressing the long shaft of cock and not choking to death at the same time!
But Karen succeeded. And she surprised herself. The taste of Ross' cock wasn't all that bad. Sort of like a meaty popsicle, but more erotic, more exciting.
She shoved her tongue against the very tip of his cock-hard. It made Ross pull back slightly. This gave Karen room to run her tongue completely around his cockhead. As she spiraled around and around the broad cockhead in her mouth, she felt the sensitive flesh expanding.
When she lightly bit down on the main portion of his cock, Ross almost lost his wad. The girl was giving him a really good blow job. And she hadn't even started to suck yet!
Karen quickly changed that. She pushed Ross' dick out of her mouth until her pearly-white teeth rested just behind the crown. Holding his cock trapped, she closed her lips and formed a vacuum seal. Then she sucked.
She sucked hard and long until Ross was sure she'd pull all his guts out of his belly through the tiny pin-prick hole at the end of his cock. Her tongue never stopped the entire time she was sucking like a berserk vacuum cleaner. It raced around the delicate tip of the man's cock and stimulated him in ways Ross hadn't thought possible.
The teenager tried to wiggle the dextrous tip of her pink tongue into the small opening at the end of the cock shoved in her mouth. She knew she'd never be able to work her way all the way down to Ross' balls, but she didn't care.
It was so much fun just trying!
She almost drove Ross wild with desire. The sensations had built up in his body and were working on his hairy little sac dangling under his long prick. Like a small boiler, he was building up a head of steam. And there was only one safety valve - the tiny hole at the end of his cock.
And there was only one way that head of steam could be released before it ruptured his balls. By Karen giving superb head.
She did her best. The man began to pull her head toward him with greater and greater insistence. He had to have his entire prick shoved into her mouth. Karen was enjoying the taste of only the very end of the man's whanger, but she decided to go along with him. If he wanted to face-fuck her, he could go right ahead.
As long as he didn't beat her with the whip. The excruciating pain was too much for her to handle. "Go on, kiddo, take all of me into your mouth! All of me, ohhh, shit, that's niiice! Damn niiice!" Karen pursed her lips into an "O" and let all of Ross' cock slip into her mouth. Her tongue worked over every single section of skin as it raced past her teeth. When she had taken his entire length again, she felt her nose in the curly red mat of his pubic hair. On impulse, Karen started wiggling her nose and working it up and down.
Her chin was just able to rub against the sac containing the man's balls. These two actions, with the intense vacuum Karen was applying to his cock, made Ross certain he was going to lose his load at any instant.
He pulled back just as Karen's tongue whipped across the tip of his cock. She'd found the tiny, crystal-clear droplet of pre-seminal fluid. His torrents of succulent cum were only seconds behind.
With fierce passion, Ross gripped Karen's lustrous hair and fucked her face hard and deep as his balls exploded. He shot out gallon after gallon of jism into her mouth.
Karen was hard pressed to keep from gagging. The first blast had hit and gone straight down her throat. The second wave wasn't quite as powerful. She was able to taste a little of the salty tang of the man's cum. The third shot coated her tongue. The girl was able to fully sample the succulence of Ross' jism.
She liked it.
She liked it so much she kept on sucking, trying to milk the man dry. The teenager managed to keep pulling on his cock until the man wasn't able to keep it up any longer. The once-mighty hard-on died and his prick became a sleeping snake, drained of its white, tasty load.
Ross muttered, "You're good, kid, real good. I guess I'll keep you around for a while."
Karen looked up after licking her lips. "Does that mean you'll let me loose?"
"Hell no, you little fool." Ross looked disgusted.
"Why, you bastard!" Karen shouted. "You filthy bastard! You let me think that if I sucked you off, you'd let me go!"
"The hell I did. Now shut your trap."
"You foul, stinking, slimy maggot! You!" Karen's cursing was cut off by a swift slap across her face.
"Foul? Stinking? Slimy? I'll show you who's foul and stinking and smelly!" Ross unlimbered his limp cock and aimed it at Karen. She recoiled in horror but could not avoid the golden stream of piss that showered down on her.
She huddled on the floor, trying to avoid getting the smelly piss in her eyes. She could feel the warm fluid trickling down her hair, across her back, trickling down her cheeks. She began to cry.
The clear salty tears mixed with the yellow of Ross' piss on her face.
The girl had never been more humiliated or degraded in her life.
And she hated Ross for it. But there was more, something more she couldn't even begin to understand.
Chapter Eight
"I'm getting tired of looking at these two, Fred. Put 'em in the back room. And make sure they're locked up real good. Don't even bother untying them."
"Hell, Ross, why should I do it? I just-"
"Can it! Do as you're told!" Ross' tone brooked no challenge. Fred started on his duty with ill-concealed dislike. But he could wait. Ross was going to get him out of the country. And once out of the country, he wouldn't need Ross any more. No more being told what to do. Fred would be his own boss. And Ross would be pushing up daisies somewhere in a vacant lot.
Ross leaned back with the green capped bottle of the smooth bourbon. He took a long, deep drink from the bottle. The liquor burned all the way down to his stomach. As soon as it settled, Ross began to feel mellow. His outlook improved immensely.
He was even feeling cordial toward his stupid friend, Fred, when the man returned. Ross idly wondered where Fred thought he was going to be able to kill him off. Maybe after they got to Canada and he was safe. Ross had needed him to get out of prison. It hadn't been a job for one man; two were necessary to do everything.
But Ross wasn't so dumb as to keep an idiot like Fred around after he'd outlived his usefulness. He'd probably dump him before they got to Canada. Right now, though, they'd both live it up and have some fun with those broads.
Especially the teenage chick, Ross thought. She was a real hot one and would end up doing anything he wanted. The man idly wondered if he could get her to jump through a hoop and sit up and beg.
"What we gonna do, Red?" Fred plopped down in a comfortable chair facing Ross.
"Dammit, don't ever call me Red, you son of a bitch. The name's Ross and don't forget it." Red and Fred, the golddust twins they'd been called in the slammer. No longer. Ross had shown all those fools just how sharp he really was.
"So what're we up to, man?" Fred asked again. "I figure we sit here and take it easy. There's a radio. We listen and hear how the hunt for us is going. It seems to be heading toward LA. They think we're making for the Mex border. Which is fine and dandy. We'll let 'em think that all they want while we mosey on up to Canada. That pickup truck's no good to use any more. You can go dump it in the lake tonight.
"These good folks are going to provide us with a nice Chevy van for transportation."
Fred started scratching his chin. "What are we going to do with them after we're done having fun with them?"
"Just leave them here. They won't be able to get out and squeal for a week or two. And they don't know where we're going. By the way," Ross said with menace in his voice, "I'll cut your tongue out and stuff it up your nose if you so much as mention Canada in front of either of them. If we do, we got to croak them. Dig?"
Fred nodded. He didn't want to kill either of the women. Hell, they could be used a couple dozen more times apiece.
The radio began the six o'clock news. Both men listened intently as the story of their escape four days ago was recounted. Mention was made of a possible sighting of the two men in Tijuana. Ross smiled broadly at that. His plan was working to perfection. The two guys he had hired to impersonate them were doing a fine job. The cops had been thrown off the trail completely.
Even if the two shills were picked up, they couldn't be held for anything. All they'd done was race south from Frisco and cross the border. And it wasn't a crime for a guy to dye his hair a bright red or another guy to match the description of a wanted criminal. Neither man even had a criminal record. Which was even better.
Ross smiled in satisfaction. He put his feet up on the sofa and took another long drink from the bourbon bottle. "Well, Fred, old buddy, it looks as if things are going just fine for us. But what'll we do tonight for a little fun? There isn't a TV around."
"Doesn't matter. I hear there's nothing but cop shows on this year. That'd depress the hell out of me."
"True, very true. But we have two lovely actresses in the back room who just might be willing performers. Of course, we'd have to tell them what to do."
"Christ, Ross, you must have cast-iron balls. I been in the clink for three years. My nuts feel like I got a hernia from fucking them three times. I just couldn't make it another time. Not tonight."
"I have a confession to make, friend. My balls are killing me. That six months in solitary didn't do me a hell of a lot of good either. All I could do was jack off against the wall.
"No, I had more of a stage play in mind. Make our two unwilling hostesses perform a nice lezzie fucking for us."
Fred grinned broadly. "That sounds like fun. Want me to drag 'em out here so they can start?" "Later. Right now, I'm hungry enough to finish off a complete horse. How about you?"
"Yeah, it has been a long time since breakfast." The two prepared a crude supper and devoured it. Then the festivities began.
Fred dragged the two women out, Miriam by her hair and Karen by the rope leash Ross had put around her neck. She had to almost run to keep from falling down and being dragged by the neck.
"All right, ladies. My friend and I want a little showmanship from you."
Miriam shot Ross a mean look. "Go to hell." "Lady, I been there already for too long. I'm in heaven right now. But you'll wish you were in hell unless you do as I say." He punctuated his remark with a snap of the rope across the woman's naked shoulders. She flinched but said nothing.
"We want you to just love each other. Really love each other, dig it?"
Karen went absolutely white. She understood. "You want us to make love? While you watch?" "Give that little girl a gold star for her chart. Damn right, that's what we want. Get to it."
"But our hands. . . " Miriam began.
"Screw your hands. They stay tied. We want to see how inventive you can be. And if we don't like it, well, we might just hang you both up all night long. Which is it going to be?"
Miriam said, "No."
"Mother!" pleaded Karen, "it's okay. I don't want them hurting you."
"Isn't such love touching, Fred?" Ross laughed harshly.
"Yeah, your concern is touching. It's the first time in years you've thought of anyone but yourself," Miriam said.
"But she is thinking of herself, Mother dear. We'll string her up beside you if you don't get down to it. NOW!"
The two women were unceremoniously dumped on the soft carpet. Karen and Miriam were unsure what to do. They had never engaged in any lesbian lovemaking before. This would be a new experience for both of them.
"Mother, why don't you spread your legs and let me ... uh, let me . . . " the girl couldn't finish her sentence.
Fred did it for her. "Yeah, Mom, let the kid eat you out."
Miriam shot Fred a look designed to melt freight trains, but she said nothing. She didn't want to antagonize the man. She realized that, although both were dangerous, Fred was almost psychopathic in some of the things he did and said.
Miriam opened her legs for her daughter's oral attentions. The brown slash of pubic hair seemed to be an arrow pointing exactly to where Karen had to go. She licked her lips and fell over to her side, clumsy from the ropes binding her hands behind her back.
She snuggled up to her mother, the woman's thigh warm and soft against her cheek. Karen slid a bit further and began to rub her cheek along the path of brown cunt hair until Miriam started to moan softly.
Then Karen worked her mouth around until she could run her tongue up and down her mother's cunt slash. There was a sudden bristly feeling. The girl knew that her own cunt was the same way and didn't bother to comment on it.
Besides, she found herself getting turned on by this. She had done all sorts of kinky things in her short life, but this was something she'd never even dreamed of. Here she was licking her own mother's cunt!
In spite of her strict moral upbringing, the thought made the teenager begin to turn liquid and juicy in her own cunt.
Karen's agile tongue leaped out and began caressing the soft pink pussylips. As she moved her rough, wet tongue up and down the snatch, she tasted the thin flow of inner lubricants from her mother's cunt. The taste was unique. It was totally different from anything else she had ever tried.
Karen knew what jism tasted like. She had sucked off enough men to know. But she'd never been one to play around with other chicks. Now she was sorry. The cunt juice dribbling from her mother's twat was tasty! It had an acid tang to it that excited her. The slightly salty residue left on her tongue made her even hotter in the crotch than she had been before. The teenager knew that her mother might not like this at all, but she was going to enjoy it a lot!
"Ummmm!" Karen mumbled as she started licking up the droplets as they appeared on the surface of the slowly reddening cuntlips. It occurred to her that the source of all this tasty elixir had to be hidden behind those pink flaps.
With her tongue, Karen shoved aside the cuntlips and was almost drowned. The outpouring of cunt juice convinced her that her mother might be protesting all the way, but she was getting off in a big way.
Besides, what was the difference between having a woman's mouth on your cunt or a man's mouth? If anything, a woman would be better, gentler, more knowing.
Karen could hardly restrain her own passions. She pressed her legs firmly together to keep her own cunt juices from betraying her to the two men. They mustn't know she was getting turned on to this scene or there was no telling what they'd do to her!
Karen shoved her cock-hard tongue all the way up at her mother's cunt. Miriam moaned with the sudden invasion of her manhole. The tiny tongue of her very own daughter was swirling around and around inside her, stimulating her just like Ralph always did. It became impossible to tell the difference, whether it was Ralph or her own daughter doing the wonderful things to her cunt.
She felt the rough tongue scrubbing down the cunt walls for every single drop of love juice she was squirting out. The woman knew it had to be a lot. She felt so weak and watery inside, just like she did when a man made love to her.
Karen's tongue surged back and forth in a fucking motion. She tongue-fucked her mother as hard and fast as she could until the woman was writhing and thrashing around on the floor. It gave Karen a sense of power. She held her own mother impaled and controlled by nothing more than her tiny coral-tipped tongue!
The girl soon tired of feeling the velvet lining of her mother's cunt walls. They were still dripping out their juices, but the girl wanted something new and different. The teenager began to tease and taunt the pinkly scalloped inner cuntlips.
This almost drove Miriam mad with lust. She could barely control the motion of her hips as Karen started the feather-light touches on one of the most sensitive parts of her body. Electric surges volted into her belly every time the rough, wet tongue stroked along the fragile inner cuntlips.
When Karen decided to explore further, Miriam rocketed off in orgasm. Karen found the tiny spire of her mother's clit. When she sucked it into her mouth and began to diddle it around with her agile tongue, the woman was unable to control her passions any longer. She climaxed while screaming out a long, loud and heartfelt, "UUUUNNNGH!"
Miriam arched her back and exposed even more of her cunt to Karen's questing tongue. While her mother was still locked in orgasm, the girl ran her tongue fleetingly across the sensitive perineum back to the tightly clenched asshole. A light taste there convinced Karen that it might be a lot of fun to shove her tongue into that hard-held back passageway.
It had only been a few hours earlier that she'd been fucked up her ass. It might be a real trip to stuff her tongue up her mother's asshole.
However, the opportunity was soon lost when Miriam relaxed from her sexual high and collapsed back to the rug. She felt her daughter's tongue exploring her crotch, but it meant nothing. All that mattered was the fact that Karen was driving her to the edge of another orgasm.
Karen instinctively went back to the tiny nubbin of her mother's clitoris. The small pillar of erectile tissue was meant to be sucked on. The teenager gave it her full attention. She took it slowly into her mouth, sucking a small bit of it in at a time. When she began to nibble on the little button, Miriam climaxed again.
It took very little manipulation of her go-button to set her off. All of her pleasure nerves were centered in her clit. Whenever Karen dragged her tongue over the clitoris, Miriam would feel the beginnings of another climax.
Karen heard in the distance, "Hey, this ain't fair!" She knew it was Fred. She felt powerful hands lift her and spread her legs. She and her mother were now in the classic 69 position.
Karen could get some of the mouth love in return that she'd been giving so freely to her mother!
When Miriam's tongue penetrated her daughter's cunt, Karen knew she might lose her mind. She had been really turned on and hot to trot simply by eating out her mother's twat. But with her mother returning the favor, it was sheer undiluted heaven!
The wet feel of the woman's tongue dragging along her cunt set fire to the girl. When Miriam began sucking on the tiny button of her clit, Karen began churning and thrashing around just like her mother had.
But she restrained the powerful forces building up inside her body. She wanted a monumental orgasm. She wanted one she could remember for a long, long time. Karen forced back the feelings building up like a tidal wave in her body. She denied them release. She would tell her body when she was ready.
The girl decided to descend and continue eating out her mother. There was no reason to have the brown-furred thatch of a cunt this close and not take advantage of it. She sucked in the twin clamlike lips of her mother's cunt and gently nibbled on them. Then she ran her tongue along the thick crease between the two lips.
With a sophistication beyond her years, Karen suddenly rammed her tongue between the compressed pussylips.
Miriam climaxed again.
That almost caused Karen to lose control, too. Her mother had been tongue-fucking her more and more vigorously. When the orgasm seized control of her body, Miriam had sucked in violently. Every drop of cunt juice in Karen's cunt seemed to race out and into the woman's sucking mouth.
"That's the ticket, you two, keep on going!" Ross cheered them on. Karen didn't know whether to hate Ross or thank him for this lovely, yet degrading, experience.
She decided to make the best of it. With her head buried between her mother's legs, the girl continued to suck and lick and tongue. Her mother soon regained control after the velvet and iron grip of orgasm had left her body. The older woman began tonguing Karen's tiny button of a clitoris.
No matter how good her intent, Karen knew that this was going to set off her climax. She felt the tidal wave of passion building up quickly in her belly. Then, like a dam bursting, she was flooded with the wild and wonderful feelings uniquely those of complete and total sexual surrender.
The orgasm hurtled her high in the air and tossed her on violent winds before allowing her to gently drift back to the reality around her. When she was able to open her eyes, all she saw was her mother's cunt gaping open.
"You're doing real well, you are!" cheered on Fred. There was no question in Karen's mind about the sandy-haired man. She hated him with every fiber of her being. But Ross? She didn't know what she felt toward him. He had pissed in her hair after making her suck him off. He'd been the first one to ass-fuck her. And yet, he was so dominant. So masterful and sure of himself.
"I'm getting tired of this. I can't see that much, anyway. You can lock 'em up when they finish. I'm going to bed." Ross got up and went to search out a bed.
"Hell, Ross, they're just getting started! Keep going, you two lezzie lovers. Lemme see how two girls do it to each other!"
Karen was sure she hated Fred.
Chapter Nine
"Karen, Karen!" mumbled Miriam around a mouthful of cunt. "Stop that this minute!"
Karen obeyed her mother, not really knowing why she did. The girl was torn between obeying what Fred and Ross said and what her mother had just asked her to do. The choice wasn't as easy as it might have been for her. She was really getting off on eating out her mother and having her mother do the same to her!
"Fred! Listen to me," Miriam snapped. "I'm not going to put up with any more of this nonsense. You can do whatever you want to with me but I'm not going to be humiliated and put down any longer. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"I'm not dumb, lady. I follow what you're saying. But you ain't gonna like what I do to you if you don't start slurping up Karen's gooey cunt juices again."
"Shut your filthy mouth, you swine." Miriam's words were cold and brittle when she spoke them. Karen couldn't remember ever hearing her mother use that tone before.
"Want to see if we're bluffing or not, huh?" said Ross. He had paused in the doorway to the bedroom to hear the discussion. Knowing that Fred probably wouldn't be able to handle it, he'd returned.
"I assure you, madam, we are not bluffing. I doubt if I'd left that Fred would have shown you that nasty little trick of his with the pliers. All your fingernails would have been left intact. I'm sure about that. But the man is so unstable sometimes." Without even turning, Ross quietly told his partner, "Shut up, Fred."
"This is not some kinda lark, lady. We gotta lot riding on this." Fred went ahead with his piece in spite of what Ross had commanded.
"As my friend said so inelegantly, we have a lot riding on this and we won't stand for any broad fucking us up. Go ahead and string her up again, Fred. And do whatever you want to with her."
Hideous thoughts of torture flashed through Karen's mind. Then she remembered what Ross had said earlier. They weren't violent; they couldn't afford to be. He was just bluffing. He'd try to scare Miriam into submission and that would be the end of it.
If she scared.
Karen watched in mute silence as Fred began hoisting her mother up again. The girl could see how painful it was having the hands tied and then being pulled up. The shoulder muscles knotted and the wrists took a terrible chaffing. When the woman's hands turned blue from lack of circulation, Karen knew that Ross and Fred weren't bluffing.
They meant what they said.
Miriam refused to budge from her position, though. "Go ahead, you filthy ape. Do whatever you want but I won't be a part of your dirty little sex show any longer."
Fred had found a leather strap and pulled back to land it square across Miriam's back. Before he could land the blow, Karen cried out, "Please don't!"
Ross grabbed Fred's hand and stopped him. "Hang loose for a second. I want to hear what Little Miss Muppet has to say."
The red-haired man smiled wickedly as he said, "Go on, say your piece before Fred gets tired of waiting."
"Look, don't hurt her any more. I'll do whatever you want. You don't have to hurt her. Please."
"And what's to keep us from forcing both of you to do whatever we want?"
"I ... I'll do it willingly. You won't have to force me at all. It'll be lots better if I'm doing it because I want to." Karen's voice had a shrill tone of hysteria in it.
Ross looked at her, thinking hard. "Now that's about the oddest thing I've heard in a long time. Why should you want to do whatever two perverts like us ask and do it willingly to save the hide of an old woman who obviously doesn't mean that much to you?"
"That's a good question," Fred said. "And I bet I've got the answer to it. You get off on the rough treatment, don't you? You're a grade-A, top-of-the-line masochist."
Karen looked confused. "I don't understand what you're talking about. What's a masochist?" Ross laughed. "You tell her, Fred. I want another drink while I ponder this entire thing a bit more."
"A masochist," Fred told her, "is somebody who gets off in a big way on pain. We been watching you. You were pulling a real dominance trip and hating yourself every second of it. When we started pulling the strings, you danced around like a puppet. You want to be hurt. You want to be degraded and humiliated."
Ross continued after taking a long sip of the bourbon. "It's like you need it for a nice sexual release. Don't take it too hard. Some people get off on frilly black undies. Others enjoy hurting people ... just the type for a masochist like yourself."
"You ... you're both into hurting people?" the girl asked, her voice quavering.
"Hell, no, I don't enjoy it all that much. Fred's different. He has a pretty big sadistic streak in him. But with you, little girl, it does something to me. I want to hurt you. You seem to bring out the real beast in me."
Karen felt something stir deep down inside her. She was appalled by what the man was saying. Yet she was able to recognize that he was telling her the truth. He wasn't hiding anything from her. If she could have only seen that she did enjoy being dominated, it might have saved her and her parents a lot of grief.
"What if you're right? What then?"
"Why, we can give you all the enjoyment you want, little girl. All your poor body can endure!" Miriam spoke up: "You all make me sick! And you, you little slut, what have you been letting them do to you? What have you been making them do to you?"
Karen looked at her mother, black eyes flashing. "What's it to you, anyway? You never gave a flying fuck about me and you know it!"
"Watch your language!"
"I'll do anything I damn well please. Ross and Fred'll help me. Right, you two?"
"Well, kiddo, you might be right. For the moment, we lay off the old lady. But you and me and Fred, we'll have a little talk. You might just be able to satisfy both of us. If you can, we won't even bother the old broad."
Miriam said something obscenely crude for her, but they all ignored her.
"Lemme tell you all about my career of evil, kiddo. I started out when I was fairly young." As Ross spun his tale, Karen found herself becoming more and more enthralled with the man. The big redhead was able to make her wish that she'd been with him while he did all those wonderful illegal things.
The danger, the reckless courage it took all attracted her like a magnet pulls iron. Fred's story was a lot more brutal. The man didn't have the brains that Ross did and yet Karen found herself holding a grudging respect for him, too. What he lacked in brains, he made up for with his direct manner.
Karen thought that Ross was a bit on the sly side. A back-stabber if given the chance. Fred might do the same but he'd more than likely be open. He wasn't able to plot and plan like Ross.
Both of their life stories fascinated the girl. She completely forgot that she was still bound, her hands cruelly tied behind her back. They could change their tune at any minute and force her to do anything they fancied.
Right then and there, Karen would have obliged them. She was both attracted and repulsed by their crudeness. She couldn't really understand it, but Ross said it was fairly common.
All Karen Finney knew for sure was that she liked both of the men while hating their guts. She loved the romantic and daring lives they'd led and was completely turned off by their crudeness.
She didn't really know what she thought about them.
"So, kiddo, you think we're really Robin Hoods in a clever plastic disguise, huh? Let me clue you in. We rob from the rich because the poor don't have anything worth stealing. And we keep whatever we end up with. You think that's romantic?" Ross prodded.
The teenager nodded her head, black hair falling forward to cover her face. She had to toss her head to throw the stray locks out of her eyes.
"Yeah, you would. Fred, why don't you show her that little trick you learned down in Tijuana? With the salt? That table over there might be just about right."
Fred grinned from ear to ear. He picked Karen up by simply lifting her under the arms. He dumped her on the chair sitting by a rough-cut planked picnic table. The surface wasn't sanded down yet. Ralph Finney had just built it a few weeks earlier and hadn't been able to complete it.
Fred rummaged through the kitchen cabinet until he found a box of salt. He opened the container and spread all of it on the table. He carefully spread it around with his hand until a quarter of the table was white with the salt.
Then, he dumped Karen, bare assed, onto the salt. When she groaned a little at feeling the rough salt under her silky-smooth ass, Fred backhanded her across the mouth.
"I don't want to hear nothing out of you, wench. Nothing! Do you understand? I'm going to give you the fucking of your life!"
Karen sat with her legs dangling over the edge of the table, the salt and splintery boards under her ass. She didn't understand what was happening. And she wasn't sure she really wanted to find out. Not the way Fred seemed to be looking forward to it.
The man seemed to take special care in seeing that her ropes were securely tied. He calmly told her, "When you start screaming and kicking around, I don't want you gettin' your hands free. You might try to claw out my eyes or something really unpleasant like that."
Karen shifted her weight a little bit. It was uncomfortable sitting on the table. A tiny shaft of pain jabbed into her ass. The salt ground into her skin and burned like fire. She began to get the picture.
When Fred began to fuck her, she wouldn't be able to keep from sliding back and forth on the salt-strewn table. And when she did, her ass would be ground into the salt. Salt in the wounds. She'd be begging this hideous man for mercy before he was done.
Begging him to stop, begging him to continue. Karen didn't know which.
She felt his callused hands grab her by the shoulders and shove her backward. The girl fell heavily, the breath almost knocked out of her. The next thing the teenager knew was the distinct feeling of having her legs split apart - far apart.
Fred had gripped her ankles. The way he pulled her limbs apart, it was like he meant to rip her apart from her cunt to the top of her head. She was a giant wishbone in his hands. And she could guess what the wish was Fred was making.
The man wiggled her back and forth on the splintery table a few times to give her the feel of it. "Like that, bitch?" He laughed when he saw the expression on her face. It was obvious the splinters were needling her ass.
Fred dropped her ankles and moved between the vee of her legs. He unzipped his fly as he approached. By the time he was at the edge of the unfinished table, his cock was out and rigid with lust. Karen couldn't take her eyes off Fred's massive prick.
The man smirked as he pulled her toward him. She gritted her teeth as minute flames lanced into her ass. The very act of moving on the salted table was agony. And she knew it would get worse. As soon as he began to fuck her, she'd be driving her own ass down into the table and wouldn't be able to stop herself!
Fred reached out and stuffed a blunt finger up her cunt. Karen sucked in her breath and held it. The convict's finger wiggled a little bit as if enticing a small animal from its hole. In a brief few seconds, Karen was surprised to find that Fred had coaxed her cunt to begin to oil itself.
He pulled his finger out of her twat, well greased. He stuffed two of his large, callused fingers into her cunt. She sighed and leaned back, trying to enjoy the sensuous feel of having a man diddle around in her cunt.
Karen wasn't able to enjoy it for long. The pleasurable sensations started inside her body. The feel of his fingers stroking along her inner walls sent waves of delight surging through her. Her breathing picked up tempo. The blood began to pound in her ears.
When Fred began to play with her clit, floods of joy almost drowned her. And the pain became unbearable.
The girl couldn't help herself. The go-button that Fred pushed demanded that she thrash about, move her hips, writhe and buck with the sensation. And the instant she did, splinters worked their way into her ass. And tiny grains of salt sifted into the holes made by the splinters.
The salt burned unmercifully. Each movement was sheer, unadulterated agony.
Karen moaned out, "That huuuurts! Oh, my ass is burning! My rear feels like it's on fire!"
"Is that so?" mumbled Fred, not really caring. He examined his fingers, freshly drawn from the well of Karen's cunt. They glistened with her lubricants. That meant she was ready for his cock. Fred took himself in hand and sidled up to the table. He slid the protesting girl across the table. That increased the pain she felt in her ass. The salt was getting into her wounds and burning like hellfire.
Involuntarily, she spread her legs wide for Fred. He guided his cock to her pussylips, hesitated, then slammed balls-deep up her cunt.
"OOOOOWWWW!" Karen screamed. The pain was rapidly becoming unbearable. She wasn't certain how much she could stand before she passed out.
And Fred was just beginning!
"What'sa matter, baby doll? Don't you like me any more?" the man taunted.
Karen could only groan. Her body was trying to sort out too many sensory inputs. She was getting incredible pain signals from her asscheeks. Every time they scraped over the splittery wood, she picked up a few new nettles. And the salt seemed to work its way into her skin. And once under the surface, it burned like napalm. It burned and burned and kept on burning, no matter what she did.
The teenager quickly found out that she couldn't escape the suffering. In fact, trying to writhe away only added to her misery. By moving, she was adding to the number of salt grains embedded in her ass-flesh, the grains that so tormented and tortured her.
But there was something more to consider. The cock rammed up her cunt was giving her pleasure. She couldn't deny that every nerve ending along her cuntal channel was screaming out its song of joy. She was filled to overflowing with the one thing she had always searched out in life.
Hard, throbbing, all-male cock!
The carnal delights of having a prick inside her cunt built up. The sensations threatened to trigger an orgasm. But the girl knew that if she started humping on the table, the salt would chew away at her ass until only a red, painful lump would be left.
But she couldn't deny her body the pleasures of orgasm.
Karen was caught in a dilemma she wasn't certain how to get out of.
Fred began to pull back out of the clutching pussy. There was a wet "plopping!" noise as he totally withdrew from Karen's cunt. Then she gasped as he fucked as hard as he could into her body.
She slid a short ways on the table. The sudden intrusion into her pussy along with the acidlike searing of her ass sent conflicting messages to her brain. It was sheer heaven being fucked and having a large cock inside her. It was pure hell having the salt grains gnawing at her flesh.
Fred just laughed. He knew what she was suffering through. He'd done this many times before. He loved watching the girl's face flutter between agony and ecstasy. Every time he moved his cock inside her, Karen's lips curled upward into a little smile.
And every time she moved across the salted plain of the table, her face contorted with pain. Pleasure, pain, pleasure, pain - over and over. Fred made sure that Karen was fully aware of he full spectrum of human sensation. She was laughing and crying at the same instant.
Her body was totally confused. It didn't know if it should prepare for an orgasm from the pleasant fucking going on in her cunt or cry from the savage brutality shown her ass. And this was exactly what Fred wanted.
The man pinned Karen's arms on the table. With her wrists bound behind her, this made her arch her back. All of her weight was being supported on her shoulders and her ass. With her butt resting in a sea of salt, it was impossible for her to move without intense pain jolting through her body.
And Fred continued his slow, methodical fucking of her cunt. His cock was covered with the glittering cunt juice. The velvety feel of Karen's pussy made him hotter and hotter. And just watching the expressions flashing across her face made him even more lusty in his fucking.
He enjoyed watching the pain; he enjoyed feeling her sheath of hot, tight and clinging flesh around his dick. The man was winning both ways while the teenager lost out both ways.
Fred felt the occasional sting of a salt grain as Karen's agitated ass flipped it off the table to stick on his sweaty body. The convulsive strength of Karen's gripping cunt made Fred think he was fucking a virgin. He knew better. Every time a wave of pain washed through her body, her pussy seemed to collapse around his dick.
That was part of his plan. That and just enjoying a hot cunt. Fred wasn't able to keep himself from picking up the rhythm of his fucking. Soon, his hips were driving forward with a mind of their own. He slammed harder and harder into the girl's cunt. When his tightly compressed balls crashed into the table, Fred blew his wad.
Karen felt the man's jism erupt and cream her innards. The fierce heat seemed to add to her misery. When Fred jetted his cum into her hungering cunt, Karen had an orgasm of her own. Her ass began to thrash and sway back and forth on the salty table top. She peppered her ass with the grains of salt.
Long after the orgasm had died, the pain stayed with her. Each grain felt like a pin stabbing into her ass-flesh. The girl wasn't able to move. Fred still pinned her to the table, his powerful hands firmly gripping her upper arms.
The pain spread into Karen's shoulders. She couldn't hold it back any longer. She started to cry. The salty tears left white tracks down her cheeks. In the distance, she heard Ross saying to her mother, "So you still think we're just bluffing? To hell with you."
Fred's heavy breathing slowed. Finally he leered down into Karen's face and asked, "How was it, baby doll? Like it? Like it enough to want to try it again?"
Karen didn't know what to say. Part of her was still hurting worse than she'd ever hurt before. But she heard another part of her saying to Fred, "Fuck me again! Please fuck me again!"
Fred straightened up and said, a note of awe in his voice, "Hell, Ross. She ain't a masochist. She's a goddamn nymphomaniac!"
Chapter Ten
"Stop it, stop doing all of this to her!" Miriam shouted at the men. "She can't help herself! Can't you see that? Can't she be given a little bit of human kindness? She's not responsible for what she's doing!"
Ross came over to Miriam and asked the bound and strung-up woman, "What's this? Explain it for me."
Miriam began quietly sobbing. "Karen, she's a real nymphomaniac. The doctor told us a long time ago that she'd fuck anything that moved. She has an insatiable appetite. You can hurt her, torture her, do anything you want to her, but she'll still want to fuck. She just can't help herself!"
Ross raised his eyebrows and ran a hand through his red hair. "That sounds mighty interesting, to say the least. So she doesn't really get off on the pain, huh? It's just that she has to always be fucking someone?"
Fred smirked. "I think she likes the hurting, too."
"You could be right. It's not all that uncommon to have more than one wire hooked up wrong in the head."
Karen struggled to sit up, her ass hurting abominably. The pinpricks of pain were driving her crazy. She could barely withstand the constant pain assaulting her body and mind. The girl continued to cry, not being able to stop herself.
Ross asked her, "Want to fuck again? After all that Fred's done to you?"
Karen bobbed her head up and down in consent. She'd do anything to have the chance to have Fred fuck her again. It was like her mother had confessed. She couldn't control her sexual urges.
Her entire high school career had been one boy after another. She had used just about every trick in the book to make sure that she'd land them in the sack with her. She had to be constantly fucked or it would literally drive her crazy from boredom and her inner urges.
Ross said, "Now that's a real problem, isn't it, Fred? Do you think the two of us can wear out a nympho? A genuine nympho?"
Fred sneered. "I dunno but I'm willing to give it a try!"
His prick was already stirring from its momentary slumber. The large knob at the top of his cock was beginning to expand again. In a few minutes, he'd be ready to have at Karen one more time.
The girl's eyes were riveted on the man's cock. In spite of what the man had just done to her, she wanted more of his meat. She didn't want it, she needed it!
The glazed, desiring look in her eyes wasn't missed by Fred. The man smirked as he told her, "Come on, baby doll, let's you and me fuck again. One more time just for old times' sake, huh?"
Miriam cried out, "Don't do that! She's a slut but she can't help it, I tell you!"
Ross went over and stared Miriam in the eyes. His green eyes seemed to blaze as he said, "You don't seem to really understand what kind of fix you're in, lady. You're not telling us what to do. It's the other way around. We tell you. Got that straight in your head or do we have to add a little inducement before you can understand?"
"You're animals, both of you!"
"Lady, we all are, we all are. Take a look." Miriam sighed and shivered a bit in disgust when she saw what Fred and Karen were doing. The man had lifted her off the table and dumped her on the cold, wood-planked floor. With her hands tied and bound securely behind her back, the girl wasn't able to support herself on her hands.
She was on her knees, forehead rubbing against the floor. Her ass jutted up in the air, an obvious invitation to Fred. When she wiggled it a little, there was no doubt what she wanted.
Miriam looked at Fred and saw he had regained his hard-on. The barely suppressed quivering of his cock left nothing to the imagination. He was going to fuck her daughter doggy style while her hands were still firmly tied behind her back.
Miriam heard Karen moan out, "Hurry, Fred, hurry! I want you in me so bad!"
Ross commented on that. "A grade-AA nympho from the sound of it. How long a train can she pull?"
"Huh? What do you mean?" Miriam couldn't take her eyes off the scene being enacted in front of her. Karen's white ass, dotted with pinpricks of red where the salt had burned its way into her ass, bounced around in the air in wanton invitation.
"How many guys can she fuck before she wears all of them out? I've heard of real nymphos that could pull a train twenty-three men long. Now that's gotta be some kind of record, wearing out twenty-three guys and still wanting to fuck."
Miriam remembered back to the party Karen had thrown while she and Ralph were out of town. It sounded as if Karen might have tried something like that then. Fifteen guys had called up over the next week asking her out for a date, and a lot of her girlfriends had hated her afterwards. Miriam never quite knew what happened, nor did she ask.
She knew that Karen wouldn't have given her a straight answer to any of the questions.
"About ready, baby doll?" Fred said. His cock was a flaming red with a huge plum stuck on the end now. He'd not only regained his hard-on, he seemed to be even more aroused than he had been before. His cock danced and seemed to float around in front of his body. He was ready to fuck and didn't care who knew it.
Karen was acutely aware of the pain ripping through her body. The way her ass felt, she could have been peppered with a shotgun blast. Her shoulders hurt terribly from the contorted position Fred had tied them into. And her head was beginning to hurt. Where she rested it against the floor was hard and cold. Along with this, her knees were being scraped and the skin chafed from her awkward position, keeping her cunt wide open for the man.
She wished he'd start fucking her soon.
Fred wasn't taking his time for nothing. He was sizing up what he had to work with. He found a banana in a nearby fruit bowl. He went to the kneeling girl's ass and softly stroked over the feverish flesh of her asscheeks.
His fingers dived into the humid crease of Karen's ass. His entire hand was surrounded by the humid, dank chunks of sweaty ass-meat. He pulled the halves apart slightly before he began working the banana into her asshole.
The girl let out a long, loud scream when she realized what he was doing. She didn't want any goddamn banana up her ass, she wanted cock!
Miriam yelled, "Stop that! Stop it, damn your eyes! You can't do that to her!"
"What's it to you, old woman?" Ross asked. "If you don't shut up and watch the show, there's all sorts of things that might be done to you. Ever had your cunt filled with salt, then sewed up? Right painful, I hear. Or how about both Fred and me going on a beer-drinking binge and pissing all over you every time we got to take a leak. Not very pleasant. I doubt if I'd let Fred use his pliers on your fingernails. And he's too good in using that rubber hose. It doesn't leave any marks you can see - just a lot of internal damage."
Miriam swallowed hard. But Ross kept relentlessly on. "Of course, we can forget to feed you for a while. Or put you in a canvas sack and not let you out. How long can you live with your own shit and piss? I tell you, lady, there's all sorts of things we might do to you if you don't button your lip.
"And that's something else, too. We might just decide to sew your lips together if you get too noisy. Beginning to get the big picture on what we might do?"
Miriam understood all too well. And what was the use? Her daughter was beyond redemption. The wanton slut didn't care what she did as long as she had a man fucking her. She'd put up with any indignity just to get the promise of being balled. She was a classic case of a nympho, with huge masochistic urges, to boot.
Ross saw that Miriam was going to keep silent. "I think you finally glom onto the fact that we got you in our power and you're not going anywhere till we say `jump'. And the time's not right yet."
He turned back in time to see Fred stuffing the slightly curved banana into Karen's asshole. The girl was moaning in protest but she wasn't screaming or thrashing around. She knew better. In the position she was in, it would only hurt even more.
Fred was saying, " . . . and as soon as I get this lovely yellow fruit inside you, if you're a real good girl, I might just let you feel my prick racing up and down your tight cunt. Stuffing that banana up your ass should have closed off most of your pussy, I figure. That'll make fucking it even better, even tighter than before. I know all sorts of tricks like this."
Fred sounded very proud of himself. The girl cowering on the floor, afraid to move because of the pain knifing into her guts, wasn't feeling very proud at all.
Karen could barely keep from crying from the pain. She didn't know which hurt more. The banana was slightly curved. That may have helped or it might have been the cause of most of the pain. She couldn't really tell. But the massive fruit shoved up her asshole ripped and tore at her fragile inner membranes in ways that a cock never could.
Her head and knees smarted from being scraped on the hardwood floor. Her shoulders and neck were beginning to knot from the immense strain they were under. Her hands had long since gone numb from lack of blood. Fred hadn't tied the ropes too tight, but sooner or later all the circulation had to stop. It felt like her hands were cold balloons, slowly inflating and making her acutely aware of every nerve in her body.
Fred's cock was throbbing with life. He was beginning to breathe harder at the sight in front of him. The very tip of the banana stuck out of Karen's ass while her hairy clam of a cunt gaped open underneath. It was nothing short of an invitation to the man for fucking her doggy style.
He edged forward on his knees, guiding his cock with his hand. He rested his other hand on Karen's feverish ass. She shrieked in pain. The embedded salt grains smarted and stung with the lightest touch. She felt his mighty cock shove lightly against her cuntlips.
Then came a sudden surge of Fred's hips, and he was buried full-hilt inside her slightly oily cunt. The impact almost caused the teenager to black out. His hairy thighs smacked into her butt, her butt with thousands of tiny needles of pain lancing into her body. As he rubbed up and down across her burning flesh, he stimulated all the grains of salt until Karen was sure she'd lose her mind from the pain.
When Fred began rotating his cock inside her, Karen couldn't help but scream out, "That HUUUURRRTS! Oh, God, oh dear God, that's kiiilling me it hurts so bad!"
With his prick inside, he was able to give her intense pain instead of the usual pleasure. There could be no delight when her cunt was tightly closed by having her guts moved around to accommodate a banana up her ass. The girl was certain that Fred was grinding his prick against the banana and stimulating himself.
It was also driving her wild with pain.
Karen couldn't help herself. She began bucking and humping and shoving her ass around to try to get away from Fred's punishing prick. It did no good. It was like she was begging him for more cock instead of less.
Fred said, "You're really getting off on this, eh? Goood! So goood!"
Karen was silently weeping now. Her tears stained the floor. Blood was beginning to ooze from her asshole where the banana had torn her apart inside. Deep in her guts was an ache, a pain that wouldn't soon go away. With Fred's cock beginning a slow, even-paced fucking, the teenager was about ready to black out.
Miriam started to say something, saw Ross watching, then shut up. What did it matter to her anymore what happened to Karen. She was disowning her slut of a daughter. She and Ralph had tired of trying to help Karen with her perverted sexual hangups. It hadn't done any good. And the girl just laughed at the thought of going to a shrink.
Let her suffer. That might get it out of her head that sex was good.
Ross quietly said, "You're looking like you could use some attention, lady. Is your pussy taken?"
A sudden bolt of fear lanced through Miriam's body. Was Ross going to do the same hideous things to her that Fred was doing to Karen? The woman was sure she'd simply die if he tried!
Instead, Ross dropped to his knees and put his hands, almost reverently, on the insides of her thighs. He told her, "I get off on nice thighs. You got a real nice set, well fleshed, smooth and silky. Real nice. But I like something else even better. PUSSY!"
His face flashed to the bound and strung-up woman's twat. His tongue started licking up and down her pink-tinged cuntlips. In a few minutes, the man's saliva had dampened the woman's gash. Ross continued to lick and tongue her most sensitive organs until Miriam's body betrayed her.
When Ross saw the tiny clit rising up from its sheath of protective flesh, he quickly took it into his mouth. He sucked. He lightly tongued it. He gently gnawed until the woman was bucking like a bronc.
Ross knew he had her on the hook when she put her knees over his shoulders on her own. She wanted her cunt eaten out!
And the man was more than happy to oblige. His tongue suddenly shot, cock hard, into her twat. She writhed and wiggled around, trying to get him even deeper into her cunt.
The sensations were so pleasantly different from those that Miriam had been living with. She could forget the pain in her hands and arms. She could concentrate on the delightful tongue surging in and out of her cunt.
When Ross started to suck on her cunt, he was like a vacuum pump draining her of all her juices. She knew her body was working overtime trying to make more to satisfy the insatiable urges of the man mouthing her snatch.
Miriam was too busy concentrating on the feelings gathering in her guts. She wanted to deny the pain in her shoulders and legs. She wanted nothing but the delights of the mouth that Ross was giving her. She felt the feathery touches of his tongue as it sailed up and down her empty cunt.
The way he rolled his tongue around her twat almost drove her frantic with lust for him. She hated Ross. Miriam couldn't remember hating a man more, but Ross was giving her something she desperately needed.
Release from the cruel reality around her. Miriam could forget all about her degraded and degrading daughter. She could forget about the brutal Fred and the awful things he liked doing to people. Miriam could even forget, temporarily, about her own plight.
She felt Ross take her pussylips into his mouth and gently gnaw on them. New sensations were born in her body. Ralph never did anything like that. Ralph hardly ever Frenched her anyway. He said he didn't like the smell of her cunt or the taste of the slimy juices.
Ross knew what was good. He enjoyed the musky smell of an aroused woman. And the succulent juices that dribbled from her cunt were more intoxicating than the strongest booze he'd ever come across. He loved eating out a nice, juicy cunt. He'd do it even if he were starving to death.
And he was good at it, too. He was giving Miriam the pleasure that she had been searching for since they had come into the cabin. When Ross felt the ripply walls of Miriam's cunt begin to pulse and ripple around his tongue, he knew she was about ready for an orgasm.
She climaxed, pinning his ears firmly between her white thighs. Ross was in seventh heaven. He was trapped between those thighs he loved so well with his tongue shoved far up the woman's cunt. What more could he really want?
The orgasm surged through Miriam's body, blotting out all the bad things in the world. She was able to lose herself in the sensuality of her emotions, the total physical release given by orgasm.
When she came back to reality, it wasn't very pleasant. In front of her was Fred, still fucking her daughter doggy style. Miriam could see the banana still shoved up Karen's ass.
What was even worse, she could see that Karen was beginning to enjoy the degrading act. She was starting to respond to Fred. The way her hips moved back to allow him deeper penetration, the way she wiggled around in little circles to give a complete ringing on her tight little cunt all told Miriam that her daughter was far gone in the rapture of sex. Too far gone to ever be redeemed.
It was then and there that Miriam knew that she no longer had a daughter. Physically and legally yes, but not in heart, not any longer.
Karen was racked with pain and pleasure simultaneously. She could barely keep them straight in her head. All that mattered to her now was Fred's driving piston of cock that seared along her impossibly tight cunt.
When she climaxed, her cunt tightened down like a noose on Fred's prick. The man screamed out "SHIIIT!" when he felt himself trapped. The banana had closed down a lot of the girl's circumference. The position she was in allowed Fred to make very deep penetrations. And the orgasm convulsed her muscles with an iron grip.
She milked the jism from Fred like a milking machine would. He blasted out his heavy, creamy load of cum while he ground his body against Karen's salted asscheeks. She screamed a wordless cry of pleasure and anguish but the man was too far gone in enjoyment of his own climax to ever notice.
All too soon, Fred's cock fell out of the tiny hole he had been fucking. And Karen fell over onto her side, exhausted. Hurt, bruised, mistreated but well fucked. She felt great and rotten at the same time.
And in her brain, both were slowly merging. It felt good to be abused. She could only feel good when abused. Karen couldn't sort out the strange inputs any longer.
And she didn't give a damn. She just knew that she had to stick with Fred and Ross if she wanted any more of this wonderful fucking!
Chapter Eleven
Ross finished, licking his lips in obvious gusto. He straightened and looked over at the obviously exhausted Fred. "What's the matter, old man? Tired already? You oughta be good for a couple more fuckings at least!"
Fred replied, "I'm out of practice, that's all. And I'm hungry enough to eat a horse. That food we had earlier just didn't stick with me. I guess I need something a lot more substantial than those scrawny sandwiches."
Karen looked up from the floor. She moaned once then opened her eyes. She wasn't feeling all that great. Her ass still burned like it was on fire, her head hurt and the banana was still shoved all the way up her asshole.
She wasn't in very good shape.
Still, though, she volunteered to fix the men some food. "I'm not that good a cook, but I'll bet I'm better than either of you."
Miriam only snorted. She wasn't going to say a word about collaboration with the enemy.
Ross considered Karen's offer. After a long pause, he told her, "I think we could do with some grub that wasn't done up by us. As long as you don't try to poison us, fine."
"Oh, I won't, I promise!" Karen said brightly. It was obvious she meant it.
Ross went to her and untied the ropes binding her hands so tightly behind her back. He watched her rub the circulation back into her tortured wrists, then painfully yanked the banana from her asshole.
The girl slowly stood and awkwardly walked over to the small stove. Her ass hurt her the most now. The movement was pure torture because she couldn't swing her ass to and fro like she usually did.
But then, this audience didn't need any enticing. The two were already hot and willing to fuck her until she begged for mercy. Somehow, that was precisely what Karen wanted - needed. She didn't understand it at all. Perhaps they were right. Maybe she was a nymphomaniac.
If she was, the girl didn't care. All she truly cared about was getting fucked again and again. If that made her a nympho, fine!
"How about some scrambled eggs and bacon?"
Fred growled, "Hell, I want supper, not breakfast."
"It'll be just fine, kid, just fine," said Ross. He didn't much care what she fixed. He just enjoyed watching the way she moved, the naked gleam of her body. The chick was young enough to have a certain freshness about her that appealed to him. But there was no denying that she could fuck.
She could fuck like a rabbit, the man thought to himself as he remembered the bouts out in the forest as well as the ones in the cabin. She'd taken all the two of them could-dish out and still begged for more.
His eyes drank in her lithe, youthful beauty. Her ass looked like she had smallpox. The salt was still doing its work on her creamy-white skin. The sullen red spots made her appear like she'd been blasted with a shotgun.
In its own way, that made her small, round ass even more attractive. Ross really dug asses, anyway. And this was one out of the ordinary in its perfection. But her legs were good, too. Very good. Slender, trim and enough to make the man hard just watching them flash back and forth as Karen walked across the room.
Her tits were bruised from the violent manhandling they'd been given on various occasions, but they were still high and firm. The youthful tips pointed boldly upward. Ross licked his lips in appreciation, thinking how fine it would be to pop those nipples into his mouth and suck.
The taste would be tangy, just a little salty from the girl's sweat. He could feel the pebble of flesh growing hard under his tongue's caresses, the slowly expanding boob growing firm with the blood flowing in from her pounding, excited heart. When Karen noisily dropped a skillet, he came out of his reverie. It would be neat to fuck the girl again but he had Fred to worry about. He still didn't trust the man entirely. Fred was like an open book to Ross. Everything the man thought was flashed across his face; he'd be a lousy poker player.
The teenager fascinated the man. Ross wasn't going to take Fred's plaything away from him. There was too much at stake. He didn't want to spend the rest of his life in the slammer for a lousy embezzling job. The damned bank wouldn't have missed the money anyway. The sons of bitches got it foreclosing on people who couldn't come through with enough money to keep the vultures happy.
Ross couldn't really see that stealing like that was a crime. Certainly not like going out and killing someone. That should have been a gas-chamber offense. He'd seen too damn many of the murderers boasting about how they could waste somebody and get away with it.
Ross shook his head again. He was drifting. He started thinking pleasant thoughts about Karen. Miriam he didn't even give a second glance. The old bitch wasn't that bad-looking, true, and she'd probably be an okay fuck. Getting her going wouldn't be that easy. Raping her wouldn't be very much fun, either. Fred might get his rocks off doing it, but not Ross.
Karen was more his speed. She was young and flushed with the saucy impudence of youth. The fire and eagerness when she fucked were the things that attracted him the most.
But for- the moment, he'd let Fred fool around with her.
Fred was obviously thinking about just that. His cock was rising up out of his jeans. It was incredible how quickly the man could regain his hard-on. But there was no denying he had a hell of a lot of inspiration and motivation to get it up again.
Karen's ass seemed to reach out and pull his cock to it.
While the girl was turning on burners, Fred approached, his hard cock sticking out in front of him. She didn't seem to notice because she was so busy breaking eggs and dumping them into the skillet.
When Fred moved closer and put both of his hands on her boobs, Karen couldn't help but notice. Ross watched Fred's knuckles turn white as he started to squeeze down - hard - on the girl's tits.
Karen felt the hard hands on her jugs and knew it was going to start again. That wet feeling was building up in her crotch. She felt the old, familiar emptiness in her gut again. She knew that she'd soon be begging Fred to fuck her.
What really bugged her was that she didn't really like Fred at all. She was almost fatally attracted to Ross. He was so aloof and distant, yet he had a flair about him that made him desirable. He wasn't as crude as Fred.
Ironically, it was that very crudeness that appealed the most to her about Fred. She needed the brutality he had to offer. She'd been humiliated when he rammed that hideous banana up her ass. She couldn't imagine a more degrading thing to do.
And then he'd fucked her. And she'd enjoyed every second of it. The pain had vanished in a haze of pleasure. The two, pleasure and pain, began to flow together. She could no longer tell which was which. She was truly becoming a masochist.
The girl thought that it was because it gave her something to compare. The pain was terrible. The fucking was great.
Because the pain was so bad, it made the fucking all the more enjoyable. That was the only thing she could come up with to rationalize her liking the degradation Fred heaped so willingly on her.
"What's the matter, baby doll? You're not fixing the eggs any more? Want something else?" "Y-Yes!"
The girl didn't have to tell Fred what she wanted. He'd lowered his hips slightly and thrust his prick up between her legs. The man could feel the flow of her cunt juices with no trouble at all. He started to run his dick back and forth along the humid crease of her ass. It pulled the asscheeks apart slightly.
That tiny motion brought tears to Karen's black eyes. The salt still burned all the way into her guts. When Fred began to bounce up and down and rub the front of his denim jeans against her naked ass, Karen couldn't hold back the tears any longer.
"Tears for old Fred, huh? You don't think I'm good enough for you or something?" The man's hands had never left their stations on her tits. Like crushing a beer can, Fred clamped down on her knockers with punishing force.
"No, Fred, no! It ... it's not like that. Honest!" the girl begged. Her pleas just egged the man on. He enjoyed hearing her debase herself, make a fool of herself because of him.
"Sure it is. You're lying through your teeth, baby doll. Old Fred's going to make you wish you hadn't done it."
His hands released Karen's tits. Like compressed balls, they sprang back to full size. Handprints could be seen on both the smooth globes of flesh. Her once perfect white skin had become marred by the red outlines of Fred's fingers.
One of the convict's hands snaked under each of the captive girl's armpits and he held her in a full-nelson. With his palms resting on the back of her head, he could force her face forward with little effort. When Karen's shoulders were held back in this way, her boobs stuck out wantonly in front of her.
The apple-sized balls of tit-flesh seemed to grow in size. They were still firm and taut, their ruddy areoles surrounding the red nipples, but they seemed more seductive. Fred couldn't say why, they just did.
To Karen, it felt like she was going to have her neck broken. The cramped position forced her face down into the redly glowing elements on top of the stove. She saw in a moment of panic what Fred intended doing to her.
He gradually forced her forward into the red-hot burners.
Fred snickered. He didn't want to damage Karen's face on the burners. He lifted her just a trifle so that her boobs descended on the burners. When the nipples of Karen's jugs almost touched the red-hot metal, Fred jammed his hips forward.
His cock penetrated the bent-over girl easily. Karen gasped. The sudden intrusion of Fred's prick up her cunt couldn't take away from the heat radiating upward from the burners. Her sensitive nipples, nipples meant to be sucked and taken into mouths, were going to get burned off. She didn't know how far the crazed man would go. And she didn't really want to find out.
When his prick sailed up her cunt, she caught on to what he was doing. He was going to force her to burn herself. Each thrust up her twat would bend her over just a little bit. As he picked up the tempo, Karen would naturally bend at the hips.
And that would put her knockers square on top of the red-hot burners. With the full-nelson he had on her, she'd be unable to support herself on the table top with her hands. She was caught up in a horrible dilemma.
She began sobbing again. One tear dropped from her cheek and sizzled on the burner. Karen knew then that she was in real trouble.
She enjoyed the feel of Fred's cock as he pushed in and pulled out of her. That was great. But trying to keep from shoving her ass back to take him even deeper up her cunt was a temptation she'd have to overcome. That it was a natural, normal reaction made it all the harder for her to control.
Fred's dick quivered with lust inside her cunt. He couldn't get a complete penetration, but he came close. Karen felt the sudden rush of his cock, the flare of friction on her rippled cunt walls, then the slow, inexorable withdrawal as he pulled out. The man was teasing her with his prick. He was trying to get her to bend forward to take his cock fully up her cunt.
And if Karen ever did that, she'd burn her boobs off.
Fred had a very sadistic turn to his thinking.
In spite of her predicament, Karen tried to get as much pleasure out of it as possible. She didn't enjoy the nearness of the hot burners but the searing hot cock Fred was fucking her with filled her with a vastly different kind of heat.
It was carnal, erotic heat. The heat from friction of a cock against a cunt. She clamped down with her stomach muscles to trap Fred's prick. She knew the instant she had succeeded because of the way his cock bounced and jerked and danced around. He was really hot for her. That was apparent.
The cockhead expanded while trapped inside her cunt. Karen could feel Fred's heart beating by the pulse-pulse-pulse of his cock. The skin had pulled back from his glans. The foreskin had bunched up to form a little roll that excited her. It spread her tight, clutching cunt the barest fraction of an inch.
That fraction of an inch felt like miles. When Fred began rolling his hips, Karen felt her innards being stirred around. There wasn't the slightest bit of pain. If he'd tried taking her up the ass, he could have killed her. Not this way, not up the cunt. She was ready for this type of fucking, any time and anywhere.
Even over a hot stove. Karen leaned dangerously close to the burners trying to get an extra inch of Fred up her cunt. The blood-engorged nipples lightly brushed against the heating element and she screamed, "OOWW! That hurrrrts!"
"Tough shit, baby doll. I just hope you ain't talking about this!"
Fred shoved his cock a fraction of a millimeter further up her cunt. Karen began wiggling her ass. It was painful rubbing her salt-blasted ass against the rough denim of the man's jeans, but it was so niiice inside!
She could feel the warmth spreading through her belly like a soft flood of water engulfing her body. It spread rapidly. Up and down her spine ran tingles of sexual adventure. It smashed into her brain and made her head spin.
For a brief instant, the teenager thought she was caught up in an erotic whirlpool. She was spun around and around, losing all sense of balance. That momentary lapse caused her a nasty burn on the left boob. She had leaned forward just enough to place her tit on a burner.
A tiny shorl of smoke rose, and the smell of burned flesh assaulted her nostrils. Whatever joy she'd been getting out of Fred's cock inside her was suddenly erased by the sharp, knifing pain that lanced into her chest. The burn wasn't deep or serious, just enough to make her more careful as Fred fucked on.
"What's it like, fucking over a stove, little housewife? Dig it?" Fred was getting off on this. His cock felt like it had been shoved into a velvet-lined vise. The girl's stomach muscles clutched so feverishly at his buried cock he had to struggle to keep from blasting out his wad.
The man didn't want to do that. Not yet. He was saving up. Karen might actually lean forward enough to get a real singe. Then, when her cunt smashed down with the massive pain to her body, he'd come.
Fred twitched his hips a little, knowing that the pain he was causing the girl's sore asscheeks had to be distracting her. It didn't matter to him if she concentrated on giving him a good fucking or not. He'd make his own rules this time.
He continued a slow, rhythmic fucking from behind until he couldn't stand the pressure in his balls any longer. He felt like he'd put his nuts on the stove. The searing inside his sac robbed him of any control he had.
Fred started a wild, mindless fucking. His hands never left their spot behind Karen's raven-haired head, but he did allow her to turn just a bit. She couldn't burn herself too badly now if she did happen to fall forward. But Karen's mind was blanked out with lust now.
Her passions had been mounting as fast as Fred's. The man's cruel treatment only seemed to make this more interesting. The pain robbed her of some enjoyment, but mostly it gave her even bigger rewards. She could compare the feel of Fred's cock reaming her out and the torture he inflicted on her.
The piston of pleasure smashing into her cunt was thousands of times better now! Earlier fucking had been weak and lifeless compared to this. She was truly alive. Every nerve in her body seemed to yell with delights unknown to her before. The girl had an orgasm that blew the top off her head.
When she came, her cunt collapsed around Fred's cock. He had been planning on her pussy trapping him out of pain rather than sexual release, but the result was the same. His prick was gripped by a giant, juicy fist that milked him of every drop of his cum.
He fountained out his creamy load until he couldn't imagine any more in his body.
Then Karen's cunt smashed down on his dick again and he shot out another long, stringy gob of jism. The man released his death grip on the trim teenager and almost fell backward.
His cock was limp, drained and flaccid. Fred gasped from the exertion of the lovemaking. He hadn't felt so completely satiated in more years than he could remember.
"Sister, you are something else!" he exclaimed. Karen leaned forward and panted. Sweat dribbled off her chin, ran down her body until it came to the downspouts of her boobs. The salty sweat stung the burned tit, but she didn't notice. She was too busy enjoying the last bits of the orgasm that seemed to sweetly linger in her body. That had been a fucking she wouldn't soon forget!
Chapter Twelve
Ross said, "Will you hurry up with the food? If you're going to fix it, don't let Fred distract you!" Both men laughed at the small joke. Fred had dumped his bulk in a nearby chair and panted. "Damn, but she's got a tight hole!"
"You filthy beasts!" cried Miriam. "And you, you little whore, you loved every second of that horrible, degrading spectacle!"
Karen's black eyes flashed at her mother. "Damn right I enjoyed it! I enjoyed it a hell of a lot more than you probably ever did fucking dear old Dad. He's probably such a lousy lay you masturbate using a broom handle. Or the mop handle while you're washing his stinking floors! I don't want that kind of life!"
"Yeah, you want to be a whore!"
"No!" Karen flared. "I want to go with Ross and Fred!"
Ross raised one eyebrow as he studied the girl. It might be fun having her along. Then he dismissed the idea as ridiculous. If she got tired of them, she'd split. Then there would be all sorts of hell to pay. They might be up on kidnap charges.
It was even possible she'd run to the nearest cop and spill her guts about everything. Next thing he'd know, hello San Quentin for a long, long time.
The idea of having a portable fucking machine like nympho Karen was attractive, but in the long run it'd be more trouble than it'd be worth. The girl could only bring the two convicts a lot of grief.
Fred, though, seemed to get off on the idea. "Hey, that don't sound half bad. What say, Ross? Shall we take her along? Three musketeers and all that, fucking our way to . . . "
"Shut up!" snapped Ross. He didn't want the other man to even hint at where they were going. But he'd have to come up with something fast to make sure that the girl backed down. It wouldn't be easy. In front of her mother was a heavy trip to back down on.
A sudden idea hit him. He'd make Karen do something so unspeakably terrible, she'd have to be repulsed. She'd be able to go crawling back to her mother and say how rotten those men were after all. Karen would lose some of her dignity but it would get Ross off the hook.
He quietly said, "No one joins our little group without an initiation rite. You gotta pass a test if you want to go anywhere with us. Do you think you could do it?"
Karen said, her voice trembling with eagerness, "Sure! Anything. Anything at all, Ross!"
"Fred, go see if you can find that dog that was chained up out back somewhere. The one we heard barking when we came up."
Miriam gasped. "You unspeakable beast! You ... you!" Her voice cracked as words escaped her. She couldn't think up insults that would come close to describing the total revulsion she felt for Ross.
Fred got up and went out back. He didn't know what was coming off, but he liked the sound of it. The appeal of the kinky was strong in the man. He enjoyed watching other people squirm and the way Miriam had reacted would make just about anything worthwhile.
Karen sat down, then quickly stood up again. Her ass had begun to burn like a million fire ants had bitten her. Her voice was a little shrill but she managed to ask Ross, "What do you want me to do?"
Instead of answering, the redhead smiled and asked, "What's your dog's name, kiddo?"
"Milo. He's an AKC registered sheep dog." "Yeah. He's big and friendly. And he's probably hornier than hell being penned up out here in the woods. No other girl dogs around for him to make it with. You know?"
Karen frowned. She wasn't sure what Ross was getting at.
He told her as Fred brought the huge Milo into the room. "Fred and I think you'd be doing your doggy friend, here, a real big favor if you sucked him off."
"Huh?" Karen was shocked at the suggestion. Milo was like one of the family. More so. She loved the dog more than she did either her mother or father.
"You heard me. You suck the dog off. Doggy jism all over the place and we'll think about taking you along. Of course, you can always back out and..."
Ross was shocked at the quickness with which Karen moved to grab Milo around the neck. She was cooing to the dog, "All right, Milo, just relax and your Karen will fix you up like Ross asks."
Ross couldn't believe that the girl wanted to go with him that badly. It was unthinkable that Karen would suck off a dog just to go with a couple guys who'd done nothing but degrade her and fuck her.
Yet she was agreeing to it faster than most whores would put out.
"Hey, hold on for a second. Let the dog lick on your cunt first."
"I ... I don't know if he will or not," the girl said.
"Fred, smear some of that canned dog food over the teenybopper's snatch. And stuff some up her twat, too. Make it nice and tasty for our friend, Milo."
Fred got another hard-on smearing the smelly horsemeat dog food all over Karen's silky snatch. She shuddered when he rammed gob after gob of the gooey gunk up her cunt. It felt absolutely putrid inside her. It was just about the most disgusting thing she'd ever had done to her before. The chance of going with Ross, though, made up for it. The black-haired teenager would put up with anything for that chance. And she'd show them, too!
Milo was hungry. The sheep dog hadn't eaten all day. His massive body rushed across the floor and he dived between Karen's widespread legs. The girl grunted when the rough tongue lashed out and began to gobble up the dog food.
Karen felt her dog's rough tongue scraping along her delicate cuntlips. The wet, slobbery tongue plied over her pussy until every single speck of the dog food had disappeared. Then, Milo's long tongue began digging around inside those delicate, pink-tinged cuntlips for the rest of his supper.
When Milo's tongue began lapping in and out of her cunt, Karen thought she'd faint. It wasn't painful. Quite the contrary. It was-exciting! But the thought of letting an animal lick and tongue her snatch was doing terrible things to her mind.
She enjoyed the feel of Milo's tongue. It wasn't any worse than a man's. Rougher, but it was also longer. The animal's tongue snaked out and vanished far up her twat. She could feel Milo rummaging around deep inside her looking for the tasty meal Fred had placed there. In spite of her revulsion at the act of letting an animal do this to her, Karen sensed her body was betraying her one more time.
Her cunt was beginning to flow happily at the prospect of something going in and out of it. This was the perfect mating. Pussy meeting doggy tongue. The thought struck the girl as funny. She started to laugh. The prickly feeling of Milo's tongue far up her cunt tickled, too, and Karen was soon laughing hard.
She felt the tickling of the sheep dog's hair on her delicate inner legs. The girl reached down and stroked behind the dog's ears. Milo always liked that. He began to pant and lap with even greater avidity. The dog sensed the succulent taste of Karen's cunt juice mixed with the usual bland supper he was used to.
The added treat made Milo lick and lap and pant even faster. He was enjoying this old treat!
The sight sickened Karen's mother. She felt her gorge rise. It was not possible for her to speak without gagging. Miriam tried to close her eyes, but she could still hear the animal sounds of eating and her very own daughter's moans of enjoyment.
Karen knew that Milo had finished off all the dog food when he started to lick her face. She tried to hold him back but the dog was too big, too heavy. Milo weighed at least a hundred and ten pounds. Even for a sheep dog he was big.
Big and horny like Ross had said.
The slim, slick pink cock slipped in and out of its sheath. The slimy tendril flicked in and out as the dog licked Karen's face. He was happy. And to the dog, happy meant time to fuck.
But there weren't any female sheep dogs - or any dogs at all - around so Milo had to be as happy as a dog could be. Just eating and sleeping and occasionally being petted was all he could expect in life right now.
He was in for the surprise of his life.
Ross ordered, "Go to it, kiddo. Start sucking off our good buddy Milo. NOW, DAMMIT, NOW!" Karen's face went absolutely white. She licked dried lips. This wasn't her idea of a good time. But she wanted to go with Ross. And she simply couldn't go crawling back to her mother. The woman would make life unbearable for her. Life was already pretty bad.
Hadn't Miriam dragged her up to this god-forsaken lake? Hadn't she tried to isolate her from everyone like she was a leper? What did Karen really need with either her mother or her father? Her father beat her all the time for simply screwing around. And her mother wasn't that much of an improvement.
Karen stroked back Milo's long fur. Her head moved slowly, her lips pursed to take the dog's slippery cock into her mouth.
"No, Karen, NO!" screamed Miriam.
Fred backhanded the woman and said menacingly, "Another word out of you and I'll cut your tongue out. Now shut up and watch the doggy show."
The teenager wrinkled her nose for a moment, then made the plunge. She took the damp snaky prick into her mouth. There was a sharp acid taste that gagged her. But she grimly started to suck on the cock. She wanted to go with Ross and Fred. This was the only way she could prove to them how badly she really wanted to go.
Fred cried out, "Hot damn, she's actually giving Milo a blow job!"
Ross sat back, his fingers pulled into a tent in front of his face. The entire scene intrigued him. He hadn't believed the girl capable of actually sucking off her dog. It just went to show what a real nympho would do.
Karen continued to run her tongue up and down Milo's cock. The dog panted happily, drooling all over her neck and back. She smelled the usual dog odors, then caught a different smell. It was the smell of an aroused male dog. It was strong, almost overpowering to Karen. She knew that the others couldn't possibly smell it. She was the only one close enough to the source.
It gagged her as much as the lashing pink cock that slid down her throat. Milo's cock bounced around, batting to and fro inside her mouth. The long, foul-tasting, slimy tendril of prick seemed to go down her throat instinctively. Karen pursed her lips and began to suck harder on Milo's cock.
The dog barked joyfully. He was enjoying the strangeness of the experience. In all his doggy dreams, he'd never imagined anything as fine as the feel of Karen's tongue and mouth on his cock.
Karen began to marvel at how long Milo was. But the thin cock wasn't big enough around to really satisfy anyone but another dog. And Karen was far from satisfied. She hated the taste of Milo's prick. The thought of sucking off an animal made her sick to her stomach.
When Milo's cock started to twitch like a snake, the girl knew the dog was going to ejaculate. The thought horrified her that the dog was going to come in her mouth. She'd have a throat full of dog jism.
Before Karen could get her mouth off the dog's cock, the animal gave a deep-throated bark and blasted off a hot, creamy geyser. She had no choice but to swallow the dog's cum. The second fountain of jism arched into the air and splatted on the floor almost five feet away. The dog kept barking and growling low in its throat.
This was something brand new for Milo. And he thought he liked it. In a few seconds, the animal's prick had vanished back into its round sheath of protective flesh.
Karen was lying on her side, weakly vomiting on the floor.
Fred went over to Milo and patted the dog on the head. "Good boy, Milo, good boy. You did real good."
Ross wasn't sure if he was pleased or not. He hadn't thought the idiot girl would be dumb enough to actually suck off a dog. Now he'd have to just tie her up and leave her behind.
Somehow, the thought wasn't very pleasant for the man.
Chapter Thirteen
Karen managed to pull herself upright. She looked first at Milo, who sat wagging his shaggy tail and panting happily, then up to Ross. The beautiful teenager wiped a trace of the puke off her lips and asked the man, "That good enough?" She swallowed convulsively, choked, then continued, "I did what you wanted with Milo. Are you going to let me go with you?"
"Well, Ross, how about it?" said Fred, as eager as Milo. He didn't seem to realize what it would mean having Karen along with them. Ross wondered how he could get it across to his partner that it would only mean a heap of grief for them. "Come off it, Fred," he said, ignoring Karen. "You know when we split we got to run fast and dodge even faster. We can't have a millstone like her around our necks. Even if she is a pretty millstone, she'd weight us down. Even worse, she might make us hesitate just a trifle somewhere along the line."
Fred rubbed his chin with one finger. Then the sandy-haired man slowly nodded as he agreed. "I suppose you're right, Ross. Seems like a damned waste, though."
"Sure it is, but what the hell? There're others around. When the heat's off, we can go looking. Who knows what we might find, huh?" Ross hoped that Fred actually did agree. It would make it a lot easier on him. From the look that crossed the other man's face, Ross suddenly decided there was more to him agreeing than met the eye at first glance.
Ross was certain Fred was going along this time because it would make it easier to get rid of him when the time came. That was how Fred's mind worked. The man just didn't want witnesses around. And one that he'd probably have to waste, too.
"Hey, you two!" protested Karen. "Cut it out! You remember you promised me! You can't back out on a promise! Not after you made me do ... all that." She made a face as she remembered exactly what she had done.
"Look, kid, we didn't force you to do that with the dog. Your furry friend's about the only one who really enjoyed it." He hesitated, then grinned crookedly. "Hell, okay, I dug it. But we didn't force you to suck off Milo. So we changed our minds. Big fuckin' deal. You're no worse off now than you were before. So what's the bitch, huh? You just stick here and you're in better shape than getting hooked up with a pair on the run like Fred and me."
"I don't think so," Karen said hotly. "I want to go with you! I hate it here! My parents don't understand me. If ... if you want me to do something else to prove myself ... just ... just let me know." She shivered as thoughts of some of the other things they might ask her to do surfaced in her brain.
She'd been fucked up the ass several times, she'd gotten pissed on after being tied up and forced to suck off Ross, Fred had jammed a banana up her ass while he fucked her, then he'd fucked her while almost burning her tits off. The ultimate insult was sucking off an animal.
No matter what Ross said, Karen felt deep down in her heart that only Milo was enjoying that scene. It had made her sick to her stomach when the dog had come in her mouth. That slippery, slimy, disgusting cock wiggling obscenely around in her mouth and down her throat had been one of the most terrible things that'd ever happened to her.
She didn't care. She'd do anything, no matter how lewd or perverted, just to escape the prison her parents kept her in. San Quentin couldn't be worse torture than that!
"You're not listening, kiddo. You're not going with us. Period. End of sentence. Got it straight now?" Ross motioned to Fred. "Go ahead and tie her up. I think we'd better be getting out of here. My old intuition's acting up and I smell cops on the prowl."
"Yeah, I'm getting a bit jumpy, too," Fred agreed. They'd both been able to develop the sixth sense of a man on the run from the law. They could sense the presence of a cop. Ross had other reasons for wanting to leave. He didn't want Karen talking him into taking her along. In spite of what he'd said, she was an okay kid. He wouldn't mind having her along, fucking her brains out.
Karen was one hell of a piece of ass.
That was why Ross knew they had to beat it away from Folter Lake and Karen and Miriam. If he stuck around, he'd do something really dumb and take her along. The business about the millstone would come true like a bad nightmare.
No matter what a good fuck she was, the girl could only cause them big trouble.
Fred quickly tied up Karen. He turned to Ross and asked, "Hey, man, can I have one more go at the old broad?" Miriam opened her eyes for the first time. There was a look of sheer hatred on her face. If she could have killed the man, she would have.
Ross studied the scene. They didn't have to run. Not just at that instant. And the broad had offended him. She had called him all sorts of names. He might stick around just long enough to get even with her.
Revenge could be pretty sweet at times like this. "Hell, Fred, you must have an iron cock. How can you even get it up? My balls are sore as hell." "Been saving it up longer than you, old man. I'm horny. But you're right. I am hurting a bit - just a bit mind you!"
"Okay, then, let's give the old lady a taste of what she found so revolting with her lovely, willing daughter. Bring me what's left of the dog food. I think Milo's still hungry."
Miriam tried to kick Fred when he began to smear the foul-smelling dog food all over her cunt. Then she spit on him. Ross backhanded her and quietly, menacingly said, "Don't do that or things'll get really tough for you."
Fred had finished stuffing the last bit of gooey dog food up her twat. Ross held back Milo. The big sheep dog wagged his tail joyously. This was more fun than he'd had since coming up to the lake. He didn't like being penned up out back. And it was even worse not having any female dogs around. He was a healthy, normal animal that loved to fuck.
So, when Ross let him go, Milo raced over to the suspended woman and began lapping up the surplus dog food. Miriam choked, began to cry. She quickly found that Milo would take little nips at her pussy if she tried to swing out of the animal's way. He thought she was playing. This was a brand-new game for the creature.
Milo was having a lot of fun running his tongue over the food-smeared cuntlips.
Miriam struggled to force her cunt muscles to close on the dog's tongue, to keep it out of her cunt. She failed. The animal's agile, lapping tongue was too quick for her. Milo continued to lick deep and wet inside her. The woman was revolted by the thought of a dog licking her cunt.
She wasn't in pain. Quite the opposite. She began to sob when the woman realized it felt good. She wouldn't admit that this perverted, lewd, obscene thing could feel good! Her cunt began to water as Milo attended to her with absolute precision.
His tongue flicked out, hit the spot of juicy dog food and coarsely rubbed against the woman's aroused clit. Bolts of carnal lightning soared through her body. Milo then lapped the entire distance along her pussylips. Miriam sobbed quietly as her body started to shake with erotic palsy. It felt so good!
Milo's tongue wormed its doggy way into the woman's snatch. The animal was enjoying this game. He wondered why the two women had never let him play it before. The taste of a human female was different, but he liked it. He liked it a lot. Milo continued to work his tongue in and out until the dog food was eaten from Miriam's cunt.
Then he started nuzzling and snuffling around in the furry patch of her cunt mound. It felt good against his cold nose. He snuffled again, snorting as he rubbed up against Miriam's leg.
She felt her pet's cold, dripping nose on her cunt. The shaggy-haired animal was soft and sensuous when he rubbed along her leg. She couldn't deny the animal was a little like a mobile fur piece, a sexy, moving fur piece.
But the waves of sensation that rippled through her body made the woman shiver. She couldn't possibly enjoy this. Her cunt was calling her a liar by pouring out gallons of oily lubricants. She tried to deny it and only succeeded in increasing the height of feelings in her turned on body.
Miriam was openly crying when she came. The orgasm smashed through her, then left her drained and weak. Milo didn't understand what was going on. Besides, his doggy mind quickly grew bored. He curled up at her feet and went to sleep.
Fred chuckled and Ross smiled. The redhead asked Miriam, "See how much fun your pet can be, love?"
"You're scum!" she shouted. "Scum! Lower than the lowest animal that ever crawled the Earth!"
"You oughta know. You who gets off on animals eating out your tasty little cunt!" he shot back. Miriam didn't say another word.
"Let's get some food and scram. Sure the girl's tied up real good?"
"No worries, Ross."
The two loaded the Finney van with food for the long trip to Canada. Ross found a roadmap and started figuring that they could reach Seattle and be across in Vancouver in about twenty hours of hard driving. They didn't dare drive over the speed limit. Getting caught in a hot car was bad, being sent back to Q was even worse.
"This is a really snazzy van, ain't it?" Fred looked through the insides of the Chevy van. There was a mattress on the floor in back. Cabinets lined the walls for storage. Curtains closed over the back window to insure privacy.
"Real nice. Old Man Finney must be well heeled to outfit a rig like this. But to hell with that. Let's roll!"
Fred managed to get the van started and they headed down the dusty trail to the highway. The bouncing and jostling was bad, even at the slow speed they had to go.
Ross heard a tiny metallic snap. Quick as a striking snake, he turned to see a partially clad Karen jumping into the back of the van.
"How the hell did you get loose?" he asked.
"Fred forgot there were knives around. And that he hadn't strung me up like he did my mother. So, here I am!" She was only partially clothed. It was obvious she'd thrown as many of her things into a paper sack as she could and then run like hell after the fleeing men.
Ross sighed. "So what're we going to do with you?"
A gleam crept into Karen's jet-black eyes. "Well, I can think of all sorts of things." She sat down on the mattress as the van bounced along and spread her legs in a wide vee. The girl hadn't had time to put on any underwear. Her snatch was already dewy with lust drops.
Ross sighed again and shrugged. "Drive on for a while, Fred. Then you can spell me back here." He dropped his jeans to reveal a quivering, long hard cock. If the van was going to bounce all over the road, then he'd take advantage of it.
Karen held out her arms and Ross dropped heavily on top of her. His weight pinned her firmly to the mattress, kept her from sliding around as the van drove over the uneven dirt road. When his cock slipped easily up her cunt, he didn't even have to do any work. The man just relaxed and let the motion of the van work the hard length of prick around inside the frothy cunt.
"That's more like it!" Karen exclaimed.
She lay back to enjoy the sensations flooding her body. It was like a warm, carnal ocean flowing over her. Each time the van hit a bump, she could feel Ross' cock wiggle inside her. The friction was warming her up fast. Her hips began to buck and thrash so badly, she locked her legs around behind Ross' back.
The two lay locked together in each other's embrace as the van sped on its way to Canada and freedom.
Karen was happy. She'd gotten away from her parents and the strict hold they kept on her. Fred could hardly wait to take his turn. And Ross couldn't complain. Not when he had his prick buried far up one of the juiciest, hottest and tightest cunts he'd ever found.
