They took the train at night, that is they stopped it and took one sleeper full of passengers, then forced the train to continue by the town that could be seen as a sprinkling of lights in the distance and on to its next stop. That particular carload of people was chosen because of one general and two senators who were making a short trip to a secret naval installation. Whatever their value in their chosen professions, they were marvelous hostages and would make good trade-ins for the prisoners that the Revolutionary Army wished released.
No one was ever quite sure of the number of people sleeping in the car at the time so that the number of hostages was never really known although various newspaper stories claimed omniscience in this regard. The Revolutionaries would not say. They told the authorities what they wanted and what they promised in return when they had received what they wanted. As for the details, it was anybody's guess. The truth of the matter probably was that the Revolutionaries themselves were not quite sure. The huge house on the outskirts of the town mentioned above, that the Army had chosen as a holding area for their prisoners, turned out to be a bordello with so many rooms that before any counting could be done, both Revolutionaries and hostages began to disappear.
The Leader of the Revolutionaries attempted to draw up a list of rules by which his followers might conduct themselves, but he soon realized that enforcing such a list would consume so much of his time and energy that he would have little left with which to do the bargaining on which the success of this mission depended. Even if everything was so disorganized that a hostage or two escaped, so what? They had all been shackled so not all of them could get away. The general and the senators, he kept right under his own thumb. As for the rest of them? Bah!
Karen Mikomo had not been left a single stitch of clothing. Her wrists had been tied when everyone got off the train, but she had been further tied to a bed in a little room by three young men who each fought to be the perpetrator of every step of her debasement, which so far had included being tied on the bed and then undressed with only a thin sheet thrown over her for protection. It was not that she was ungrateful for the sheet but that she feared it might easily be torn away in some thoughtless moment by one of the three pairs of quivering hands that were so far all she knew of her captors.
She had no problem wiggling out of the blindfold as soon as they left but soon gave up trying to loosen her hands. They were bound tightly over her head. All was hopeless, and the twenty year old bride was helpless. With so many things at stake, even her life, she found herself most worried about her virginity. Karen and Stan had been married just the day before. They had forgone the pleasures of their wedding night because of the public nature of the sleeping quarters on the train. And now all Karen could think of was how hard she had fought to keep herself intact for this night, even from Stan.
At one moment, when the tears began to swell in her eyes and spill down her cheeks, she began a low chant. "Oh, Stan, my Stan, forgive me. Oh, Stan, I am so sorry, so sorry!"
There was hardly anything for which to forgive the bound captive, but it is said that just as some women dwell constantly in the past, so do some dwell in the future. Perhaps Karen had a premonition or a foreboding, depending upon the interpretation one might give the next few days. Tied and alone she was naturally destined to vacillate among many moods and. many thoughts. However, since Stan Mikomo had been on the train with her, asleep in the bunk right over her head, she thought mostly of him, wondering where he had been taken, worrying, when she dared, whether or not he was still alive, and hoping, or course, that he would sneak in soon to rescue her.
But Karen was not without her sense of reality, and after about an hour of waiting, she realized that no hero was going to come charging through her door, that Superman was only a western myth like Santa Claus, and that she had best say her prayers. Unfortunately, her heart felt so heavy and her throat so bitterly congested that all she could do was count her regrets. She was a virgin, and what good was that now? She could never believe that her clothing had been stripped from her curvaceous young body for any other reason than rape. Any men mad enough to kidnap were mad enough for anything! And so she felt sorry for Stan and sorry for herself, but most of all, she felt sorry for that night that could never be retrieved, the night when it had almost happened, but in the name of righteousness, she had been afraid!
On the night in question, she, Stan, Roz, and Ben had gone to a drive-in movie. It was a foreign film, restricted to anyone under twenty-one, but since Karen was the only one of the four who was only twenty, no one questioned her presence. Ben was an old friend of Stan's, and Roz worked in Stan's father's office as a file clerk. For them it was a blind date, but Karen and Stan were already talking marriage. They had taken Mr. Mikomo's big Buick so that Stan could have the room to get out from under the steering wheel and relax, his arm around Karen, his fingers brushing as close as he dared brush the nipple of her right tit.
The film had a soft and easy going quality that was relaxing. Everything seemed to be happening at night with lots of moon and stars and softly lit fleecy clouds, pine trees and lapping water on the beach. Karen could feel herself unwind, but then when the male lead stripped off his trousers and dove naked into the lake, her nerves jumped again. The heat inside the car became almost stifling, and she blamed that for beginning to stimulate her hotly against her will. She squirmed down against the car seat, feeling the edge of the cushion push dress and panties into her crack. She rubbed herself gently against it, working the corner of the cushion between the moist lips of her vulva. Her body rocked on it in almost indiscernible rhythm, in concert with the writhing-like effect created by the underwater shots of the swimmer's body. And yet it wasn't the film and she knew it. It was that she had been saying "ho" against her will for so long! Now she could feel the wetness spread between her thighs, and she spread them slightly to gain greater contact with the cushion. The roughness brushed soothingly against her tiny, rising clitoris through the sheer panties.
She looked guiltily out of the corner of her eye up at the rear-view mirror, at Roz and Ben, wondering if they had noticed how she had slipped down into the seat, but they were so engrossed that they paid no attention. Roz lay back against Ben, dragging heavily on a cigarette, and Ben, on their first date, had his hands inside her bodice. Karen could see it move tantalizingly under the thin material covering her tits. Roz's dress had slipped up, too, so that her white thighs were visible above the stocking tops, her legs slightly spread. In the flickering light from the movie screen outside, Karen could see the white band of her panties between those curvaceous legs. The blonde's mouth, was open in intoxicated rapture as both watched the screen intently, expecting the hero to be discovered by the heroine, probably.
The black-haired Karen leaned against the back of the seat, careful not to break contact with the edge of the cushion pressed into the crevice between her fevered thighs and found Stan's arm a little lower behind her now, waiting. Without concern, she relaxed against it and made no protest when his hand came down earlier than usual to rest heavily on her right titty. She could only think how good his arm felt. After all, it didn't hurt anything. They would be married soon. She took his cigarette from his left hand and took a tiny puff. The musky odor of perfume was beginning to permeate the car. She wore little herself. It had to be Roz's. It filled her nostrils in a way that ordinarily she found objectionable but which tonight seemed to be stimulating her more. It had a very rich and suggestive odor that caused her to snuggle closer to Stan as the excitement of forbidden naughtiness rippled through her with increasing pressure.
Then Stan's hand squeezed her titty tighter as she heard and felt his breathing becoming heavier. She was afraid to look at him. She waited in anticipation and nervous fear of her own emotions to see what would happen next. She took another little puff of his cigarette, this time inhaling deeply. The warm, relaxing smoke curled deliciously down into her lungs relaxing and easing her mind of fear at the passion raging through her own body. She snuggled back again against Stan, foggily determined, somehow, to keep up her guard. The agreement she had wrung from him was clear. Their wedding night was to be the first time and that was that!
But she could not resist as his hand moved beneath her brassiere to cup the softness of her large, firm titty, trapping the tiny nipple gently between thumb and forefinger. She knew they had company in the back seat and that Stan couldn't go any farther without forcing her, which he was hardly-likely to do. Besides, it felt good as the nipple stiffened and swelled under his massaging hand and tweaking fingers. She squirmed tighter into the seat, feeling the cushion beneath her ass pressing deeper into her wet crevice. Her panties were soaked, and she squeezed her thighs together to hold down the tingling sensation beginning to grow there. She was on dangerous ground and knew it but could not bring herself to stop herself or Stan. She squirmed downward again, the seat edge forcing the set band of her panties deeper into the split of her crotch. Its smoothness excited the sensitive, pink lips of the cunt. She felt tiny throbs pulsing in the tiny bud of her clitoris, and she bit her lower lip tightly to hold back the forbidden sensations that were throbbing between her legs.
Karen shuddered and chilled from the sexual stimulation that indulging herself to the edge of the forbidden gives. She heard a groan behind her, one loud enough to divert her attention for a moment. She glanced up at the mirror. Roz had both legs spread wide, her dress over her hips. Ben's hand was inside her white panties, cupping her mound. Karen shuddered as the outline of his fingers moved under the sheer material. He was stroking in rhythm, singing those lewd fingers deep into her cunt. Roz, unaware of anyone, was grinding her pelvis, ass off the car seat, in rhythm to the fingers screwing into her.
Karen glanced out the car window, and it seemed that all she could see were other couples in lewd embraces, too indistinct for her to really know, but she saw what her own emotions made her see. Everyone was finger-fucking, she thought in amazement!
The beautiful, high cheek boned, partly oriental young woman felt the aching hunger inside her spread from her abdomen up to her passion-swollen tits. She labored; gasping, for breath and squirmed harder against the seat, pushing the wet, swollen lips of her organ against it to try to put out the fire burning there. Stan's hands, palpating her swollen tits, thrilled her and frightened her at the same time. She tried suddenly, with all her might, to pull his hand away, but her own hand moved only as far as Stan's, and then fell back, uncontrolled, into her lap. It would not obey her mind's commands, lying limp and useless, while her breath was coming in tight gasps, and the burning sensation bubbling in her belly grew in maddening intensity.
Her body was beginning to perspire in the warm, close car. She could feel a trickle of sweat running from her navel down her belly and into her pubic hair. Its slow, teasing trail caused her to squirm against the seat. The edge rubbed sensuously against the moist, hair-lined flanges of her warm, throbbing pussy. She bit harder on her lower lip to keep back a groan of frustration.
Karen's smooth forehead was covered with tiny beads of sweat, not just from her own heat but from the feverish heat being generated from the back seat as well, she was sure. Another trickle ran down the valley between her full, ripe tits that Stan had massaged into lusting hardness, his hands slipping over the nipples and his fingers nipping them sharply, causing a nervous jump each time he did it.
Karen kept trying to tell herself to speak up, to warn Stan that it was a little too much. She had gone too far by letting him squeeze and knead her naked tits this way. Yet another voice, just as persistent kept telling her it was all right. This petting didn't hurt anything as long as it didn't go any farther. She could always stop Stan if he tried to do anything other than touch her titties. She glanced into the mirror. Surely Roz wouldn't go any farther with Ben. She had gone far enough as it was, and Karen's face crimsoned as she thought of Ben's fingers digging wetly between the young blonde's thighs.
Carefully, she averted her eyes, but the lewd thought sent another electric tingle deep into her belly, and she could feel the seeping wetness between her own thighs increasing. Her heart pounded like a tom-tom. She was sure Stan could feel it beneath her tit held so tightly in his hand.
And perhaps he could, because he was certainly becoming more restless all of a sudden. She suspected that he could feel her occasionally grinding her own ass into the seat. She tried to make it appear she was just changing position, but it was becoming more difficult by the minute to conceal her frustration.
Stan's hand was kneading her aching tits more vigorously now, making her tiny, bud-like nipples throb in guilty pleasure. She snuggled down closer to him and put her hands over the front of her dress to hide his actions from anyone who might walk by. She was embarrassed enough by the fact that in the back seat, Roz was succumbing on her first date to Ben's caresses. It was utterly disgraceful. Glimpsing again into the mirror, she could see that Ben's hand was still probing under the panties between the blonde's loosely spread thighs, fucking more rapidly now. Roz's eyes looked glazed through the darkness and she was grinding her pelvis up with greater determination against Ben's fingers as they flicked in and out of her widely spread cunt.
Suddenly Karen squirmed down hard against the seat. Stan had turned toward her and dropped his other hand to her bared knee, slipping it up toward the fullness of her thigh. She had frozen momentarily at the unexpected contact crawling insect-like over her sensitive flesh. Stan was pushing the hem of her dress, was half-way up to her panties before she reacted and dropped a hand to her lap. She restrained his wrist tightly, not daring to look at him. Her eyes darted quickly to the mirror, unreasonably, of course, to see if anyone had seen Stan's hand moving on her thigh. If there was any way Roz could have seen into the front seat, she would not have anyway as she was totally engrossed in the fingers probing at her own genitals and the exhibition working toward a climax that was her own drama. Disgusted, Karen looked away, gradually forcing Stan's hand back down, pushing the dress with it until she was covered again.
Stan Mikomo's hand came to rest on her lap as she lifted it from her knee and kept hers over it.
She tried to hold it but it moved by force, kneading the softness of her belly under the thin material of her dress. Teasing at the light sprinkling of hair at the base of her abdomen, his fingers rotated against the mound of her crotch unable to go lower because of her tightly pressed thighs.
Karen pressed harder against the car seat, knowing that he would think she was trying to escape his fingers and not suspect that secretly she was pressing the seat into her own wet cuntal slit. The flood between her thighs was wetting her dress now, and she could feel the warm wetness on the soft cheeks of her ass as she pressed down harder to feed the pleasure building there. As his fingers worked more firmly at her crotch, indecision arose again, but the pleasure rationalized away the danger. Stan could not, without forcing her, get beneath her dress. In such a public place, she didn't think he would try. It felt wickedly good, only pleasure and no real danger!
So she grasped his wrist tighter, but it did not stop his hand. It was still able to move about freely, teasing her hungering cunt and lower belly mercilessly through the thin material of her soaked dress and panties. Karen closed her eyes tightly for a moment and resigned herself to the rolling sensations of pleasure coursing through her body. It was almost as though he were touching her nakedness, but still she felt safe. Surely he could go no farther with his own fiancee in a drive-in like this! But suddenly she gasped in surprise. Stan removed his hand from her lap, moving it gradually under her ass from the side. He still peered at the movie on the screen although there was nothing sensual going on there. But he pretended as though he was completely unaware of his right hand now thrust between her ass and the car seat. His hand searched like a mouse in the crack between her ass-cheeks. Karen hesitated, not knowing what to do. It she moved to push him away she would have to drop the hand hiding her titties in Stan's kneading fingers from the outside world. The struggle would certainly attract attention. Anything she said to him would be overheard in the silence of the car.
Slowly, she dropped her other arm to grasp his wrist tightly, but that didn't stop the hand. It continued its ruthless teasing under her crotch, probing at her moist slit through the thin dress and panties. There was no more she could do without creating a scene, so Karen resigned herself, almost with relief to Stan's sneaky probing of her already wet genitals. She squirmed slightly away from it as his middle finger began a gently stroking motion, pushing the folds of her dress moistly into her suddenly throbbing crack. A gush of shame washed through her at the sudden waves of indecent pleasure overcoming her desire to resist. Stan's hand under her ass became bolder as it sensed her tacit surrender to its probing. He hooked his middle finger to slide her dress up the backs of her thighs so that he could penetrate the moist softness underneath. She could feel already the light tickling sensation of the material sliding from between her thighs and the car seat. Karen bit hard on her lower lip, glancing into the mirror and outside the car to see if anyone at all showed any signs of awareness. She saw nothing.
The lovely black-haired girl with the high cheekbones sighed, not sure whether she was miserable or ecstatic. She could feel the dress rising faster now, though it was still now apparent from the lap. She lifted inadvertently as a fingernail scratched the softness of her thigh, as the dress slid upward more and more rapidly in response to Stan's hooking finger. Suddenly, she gasped aloud. There was no more dress! Stan's hand covered all of the wet band of her panties and was snaking under the elastic leg-band and worming into the moist walls of her soft pussy. She squirmed against it, holding her breath for fear some tell-tale sound might escape her lips. Her whole torso quivered until her impaled cunt became accustomed to the invading finger probing at the lubricated softness of its tender walls. She could feel its moisture covering the palm of the hand beneath her ass-cheeks as it ground imperceptibly into her crotch. Stan's fingers moved in circles inside her, expanding her tight little hole with each teasing rotation. Karen was almost out of her mind, now. She didn't think she could stand this maddening teasing of her genitals another moment. She was ready to crawl the car door to quench the fire raging through her contracting cunt. Something had to give! And it did.
The film was over. The overhead lights in the lot came on. It was with both relief and regret that Karen felt Stan's finger slip from her tortured cunt and his hand slide from beneath her. She was close to her own orgasm, and in a few more moments, would have been as helpless a victim of passion as Ben's blind date in the back seat!
She controlled everything she felt like saying on the ride home, but it was clear that she and Stan were going to have to have another talk about this. There was no reason why they couldn't wait the few more months necessary, it seemed to Karen. So after they left Ben at Roz's apartment, she voiced her objections.
"I was sure you loved it," Stan said with a grin.
"That isn't the point, honey," she reasoned.
He put his hand over on her thigh while he drove. "I guess I don't see the point, really," he admitted. "The only point I see is that either you're going to marry me, in which case what difference does it make, or you're got your eye on someone else, in which case, what are we doing engaged?"
"Oh, Stan!" she cried in frustration. "Why do you always twist everything around like that?"
"I'm not twisting anything," he said with deliberate patience. "I'm trying to show you that you're being irrational. There is no reason for waiting, and I defy you to think of one!"
At this point, Stan swerved the car down the dump road. It was the direction they usually took when they intended to pet, but Karen was battling and trying not to lose the battle. She looked upon his turning into the dump road with deep resentment.
"If you think you're going to fondle me into letting you win this fight, Stan Mikomo, you can have your ring back right now." She tried desperately then to take off the engagement ring, but it was not as loose as it might have been, and Stan stopped the car on the spot, slapping his hand over what she was doing, holding her left hand tightly in his right one.
"Fondling you would be unfair," he admitted, but your irrational arguments are unfair, too, Karen. If you can play on my blind sympathies, why can't I play on your blind sex drive?"
Karen was stunned and blinked at him. She didn't quite understand what he was saying right away. "What ... what do you mean, sympathies?" she asked.
"You want me to sympathize with your feelings about it, but you can't sympathize with mine!" he answered, sounding a little angry.
"You can't say I don't compromise with you!" she retorted, tears in her eyes because he wasn't acknowledging the self-sacrifices she had made in the back seat of this very car!
"Honey, petting is no compromise!" he cried, exasperated.
"You always said it's better than nothing!"
Stan sighed, and he started up the car again, but only to move it off the open road. He had told her often enough that petting was better than nothing, but he had said it lightly, almost because he knew that's what she wanted to hear. Lately, the petting was getting more and more difficult to control though, and the aftermath was downright painful. Yet it was difficult to tell himself that it was not better than nothing, that he was going to suffer for it until he could get home and relieve himself, something he despised doing. It left him with a terrible hollow feeling. It was impossible, in fact, because right now, for example, his blood-filling cock was beginning to pulse, and he might just as well get some satisfaction, whatever he could.
He smiled and squeezed her hand gently. "It's better than nothing," he said softly, and then, because he knew he could soften her by asking, he asked, "Do you hate me?"
She was going to tell him indignantly that she knew he was deliberately trying to soften her mood so she would pet with him, but for some reason, she never could maintain her indignation. She loved him so much that a crazy smile would fight the frown she tried to effect and the result would be a dimpled capitulation. like now.
Almost before she knew what was happening, she was in the back seat with him, letting him reach into her dress,, unfasten her brassiere, and massage her exposed titties into maddening hardness with his fingers. Suddenly he reached down and took one of the rosy spikes of her nipples into his mouth. The gently playing of his wet tongue around it drove her to near madness. This time she hardly noticed when his hand slipped under her dress and began caressing between her creamy white thighs.
"Oh, no, Stan. That's too much! No!" she gasped, sensing that she might not be able to hold him back this time. How had she been so stupid as to let this all continue tonight after what had happened at the movie?
And her fianc�e's strong hands kept right on stroking her, roving the full length of her body, over her flat white stomach and on down to the nylon-covered softness of her pubic hair. He stroked her there slowly, insinuating his middle finger under her soft nylon panties into the moist virginal split of her clasping cunt. . . Oh, God! All she could think of was her disgust with Roz earlier! She ought to pull away, she decided, but where had all her strong willpower gone? It seemed to have been eroding for weeks now until finally she could barely remember why she had ever resisted, and did so almost completely out of habit!
What he was doing now was worse than ever in its lewd effect on her body. His fucking finger was starting a tingling sensation that she had never known before to this intensity, and she squirmed around on the car seat beneath his hand. Their heavy breathing was actually lightly fogging the windows.
"Stan, not now, darling, not now!" she gasped into his ear.
However, he paid no attention to her, and she had heard the metallic sound of his zipper opening. Suddenly a blunt fleshy pressure beat against the top of her thigh. It was his bloated prick! She had never felt one before, and the muscles of her body contracted involuntarily at the strange touch of it.
Oh, God, she had to pull away! But suddenly his finger between her legs really fucked into her wet cunt. It sent an electric shock of rippling pleasure up through her that was far greater than earlier when he had not penetrated quite as far. Now she was frozen to the seat. She couldn't move for the moment as the pleasure raced around inside her.
There was no doubt that her lack of resistance at this point gave Stan the impression that she had succumbed. He moved her hand over his blood-swollen cock, and with his own fingers wrapped hers around it. She clenched them tight, hearing his answering groan of pleasure through her own gasping breath. She had never expected it would be so enormous. It seemed that her fingers could barely go around it. Without thinking, she began to massage the thick outer skin back and forth, up and down the lust-hardened shaft. Nothing else in the world had ever felt so good or so complete, Stan was digging his single finger deep into her sopping cunt, wet from the juices excitedly seeping from its lips. It was stretching the tiny ring of her still intact hymen, and she was afraid it would split and end her virginity on the spot, but there was nothing she could do about it.
The thrills he was giving her were racing too wildly through her to resist, and she relaxed her inner thighs to give him greater access to her. At the same time, her hand on his incredible, blood-engorged prick, she increased the speed of her own stroking. With each gentle push, she could feel Stan's prick jerking into greater hardness though a moment before, she would not have considered that possible.
Finally, he tried to roll over on top of her, and at the last minute, she clamped her thighs tightly together, trapping his rock-hard prick between them. Stan struggled like a madman to lift the lusting rod up and to get the tip into the hungering hole of her wet, throbbing cunt, but she knew she must wait even though she wanted it as badly as he did. She struggled with all her strength against him, and inadvertently her grip tightened around his straining hard cock. Just as he forced the head under the leg band of her panties, and the throbbing nose was poised between the splayed open lips of her devouring cunt, she felt it begin to jerk out of control.
Stan gasped, and Karen felt a hot, thick stream of liquid spurt creamily out from it until her pubic hair and panties were drenched with the warm, sticky sperm. It covered the insides of her thighs wetly and dripped down between her legs to moisten the car seat beneath her ass. Her fiancee emitted a final groan and collapsed over her body. He was mumbling abject apologies into her ear for his failure as though he was unaware that she had resisted him. He must have thought he had let her down. She stroked the back of his neck tenderly, consoling him with soft whispers of love while he continued gasping for several long minutes.
At last he sat up on the seat, helping her to rise beside him. He held her hand silently for a few moments and then fixed his clothes, acting sheepish. She scolded him eventually, while she was smoothing down her dress and refastening her brassiere. She made him promise never to do it again. Anticipating his thoughts, she admitted that she found him hard to resist, which meant only that he had to take as much responsibility for resisting temptation before they were married as she took! He apologized and had never made any attempt on her virginity from that night to this! And now look, she fretted. Still untouched, still a virgin, she lay on her wedding night with her hands tied over her head and only a thin sheet between her frightened body and some strange, unknown experience that lay ahead.
CHAPTER TWO
When Karen Mikomo awoke the next day, sunlight streaming into the little room, she couldn't believe that she had been able to sleep. The heat of the sun on her face had awakened her. She turned her head away from the brightness, but her neck was uncomfortable, too, damp from perspiration so that her straight black hair felt rough and irritating. But there was nothing she could do about that. Her hands were still firmly tied over her head.
She looked down at the thin sheet that shielded her body, the lush curvaceous body of which she was so proud. She could trace it in detail through the warm sheet, now clinging damply in the hot sun. The material emphasized rather than hid the high-set, round, widely spaced tits whose rose-tipped nipples clearly showed through the thin fabric. The sheet tapered down over a slender, girlish waist to round, luscious hips, a flat, smooth stomach, and long full-swelling thighs, breath-taking curved calves tapered down to thin, well-formed ankles. At least, that's how Stan had described her once. He was teasing, but he was also sincere. She remembered blushing with pleasure and pride. Oh, Stan, she wondered, would she ever see him again?
She was thinking of her new husband when the first of her tormentors stuck his head in the door. He had one of those small swarthy little faces that grin from ear to ear as though their mouths actually stretched that far, A monkey face, she thought. He looked as though he were a mere teenager, but Karen knew that it was his slight build that gave this impression. He had dark curly hair and extremely dark brown eyes, and he seemed to be having a very good time. He was laughing.
"Well, ahlo!" he said.
She did not feel like being friendly, not with someone who was walking around in khaki while she was tied and her wrists hurt.
"Untie me!" she demanded quaveringly.
"Oh?" he asked, coming in and closing the door behind him. He had quick sharp movements, like a marionette. "Aaaaahhhhhhh!" He took her sheet and began pulling it inch by inch down her body.
"What. . . what are you doing?" she cried in panic.
"Oh? Doing?" he asked as though they were playing word games. "You like?" he asked.
"Of course not! Leave me alone! Please!" She began angrily, becoming more plaintive as she went on.
He stopped pulling at the sheet just before it would have slid over her nipples to her ribs. For a brief moment she felt relieved, but then she felt his hands under the sheet on her ankles. She snatched her legs up.
"Oh, oh, oh, noooooooooo!" he admonished her. "Just theenk what I could do to you!"
He spoke in such a bantering tone that it was difficult to tell whether he was teasing or serious. "Wh ... what?" she asked tremulously.
The smile faded from his little monkey face. "Anything I weesh, madam. Those who are important are with the big-boss," he told her, shrugging his shoulders as he continued. "Those who are unimportant? Uuuuhhhhh!"
She could feel the color drain rapidly from her face. If he were not lying, then she was unimportant. That was clear. And what about Stan? But she would not ask. It didn't seem wise. And something she must face, too, she thought. She was a prisoner. She hadn't the freedom with which to be belligerent. Suddenly the realization of her imprisonment dawned on her ... really impressed its reality into her dazed brain. At that moment she thought she would faint. But it was just at that moment that the little man decided to take advantage of his position. He began pulling the sheet up from the bottom this time.
She shut her eyes tightly as she felt his agile hands slowly rubbing the knuckles over her flesh deliberately as he pulled the sheet. But then as she might have expected, she felt his palms slowly pushing her knees apart and sliding hotly up the inner softness of her thighs still under the sheet. She jerked involuntarily as they passed the protective covering of her panties and moved butterfly-like across the sensitive white flesh of her belly. His breath began coming in heavy snorts as his fingers went back to once again make light contact with the thin band between her legs. She groaned helplessly as his fingers rummaged on the outside, pushing the softness of the smooth material into the thin, quivering slit of her cunt. He played teasingly, his fingers pulling gently at the soft pubic hair that protruded from the leg bands.
His index finger slipped suddenly under the tight elastic and flicked at the moist red opening beneath, bringing another protesting groan from her. The humiliation was awful. She had to grit her teeth to keep from crying out. Oh, God, it could be so much worse! she kept telling herself. His face was even with the bed between her knees, peering greedily up under the sheet. She could feel his beady dark eyes feasting lewdly on that which she had protected, unfortunately, from even her husband so far. Now she was ashamed of every time she had refused Stan. God, was she ashamed!
Tears streamed in tiny rivulets down her beautiful cheeks as the helplessness of her position leaped through her confused mind. She wiggled up so that she could raise her head a little more, praying for the miracle that would stop the lewd outrages he was visiting upon her unwilling, tied body. She almost spoke, but then the memory that she was a prisoner choked back the sounds of protest which had risen in her throat. After all, the only hope she had was his mercy. She couldn't win that by being too uncooperative! She could only pray that the entire experience passed quickly before she lost control and said something that would make him angry. So she shut her eyes again as his hands pushed the sheet to her hips and hooked his fingers into the elastic band at the top of her panties, the only piece of clothing they had left her ... so far.
"lift your ass," he commanded, using the blunt word to remind her of his complete dominance, she supposed.
The lovely virginal bride arched her back hesitantly and with great effort as she struggled against her paralyzing terror. Above all, she must not lose perspective, she reminded herself. She must do as she was told. Her virginity was not worth her life! She felt the smooth nylon drawn slowly over her voluptuous, rounded hips and thighs exposing the whole of her soft, down-covered crotch.
The sheer bridal panties stuck at her knees. He pulled fruitlessly for a second and then commanded her to lift them. The panties slipped easily to the sheet as her knees rose, taking the pressure from the backs of her thighs. The little man picked them up quickly, and eyes closed, Karen could hear him nuzzling and kissing them above her. How curious! He cooed over them as though they were some sacred object, rubbing their smooth softness over his cheeks and face, his eyes bulging at the tingling contact. As she peeked carefully through her .eyelashes, she couldn't believe what he was doing!
"Oooh, la! La! Such beauteous panties!" he sighed.
Now he took a roll of paper from his pocket, removed a pair of rubber bands meant to secure it, then returned the paper to his pocket and strolled happily to a rifle he had left propped against the wall behind a large wardrobe. He hung her bridal panties with all their fine white lace and sheer nylon from the nozzle of his gun, waved them in parade around the room a couple of times and then placed the gun behind the wardrobe again. She was afraid now that she was at the mercy of a man who had never grown up, that she was the plaything of a hopelessly sick child. He probably had no inkling in his child-like brain that she had human feelings at all. To him she was a wooden toy!
She had been frightened by her captors of the night before. Two of them had brought her to this room, and while one held a gun on her, the other, after throwing her onto the bed roughly, had then ordered her to sit up to be undressed. She had all she could do to stifle her protest at the time but the ominous presence of the gun was effective.
"Sit up!" the tall one had told her brusquely.
She had struggled to sit, quickly, her mind still back at the train, trying to make out what had happened to her husband of a few hours. She closed her eyes as he hurriedly unbuttoned her robe and lifting her ass slightly, peeled it from her. Then had come her short nightie. The tall blunt man had whistled in admiration as the large, rounded spheres of her tits emerged. He had kissed them hungrily, and Karen cringed as his rubbery lips traced their moist path to the tips, hardening them in spite of her revulsion. Nervous beads of sweat began to roll from the man's gaunt face as his wet palms glided unimpeded over the firm contours, cupping and kneading them brutally until Karen could not help crying out from pain and humiliation.
She had been completely naked then except for the white bridal panties that, because of the public nature of the train, she had left on for the night. She had certainly never been so exposed in her life, and a burning wave of shame crept through her. Nausea rose in her chest as his hard fingers petted and fondled at her soft yielding flesh, the harshness of his digging fingers leaving white, bloodless prints in their searching trail. Tears welled in her eyes, and she was petrified when he pushed her back on the bed. She fell passively, like lead, beyond resistance. She turned her head to stare into the barrel of the rifle that the shorter but sturdier looking revolutionary was pointing at her head.
The tall, bony man pushed her unresisting body to the center of the bed. The ropes that he had removed from her wrists when they first entered the room, he had hung around his neck. Now he took them and tied her again, but this time with her arms lifted above her head and attached to the bed itself.
"W ... what are you doing?" she dared ask then. "Please let me loose," she pleaded, tears of fear streaming down her cheeks as she began to struggle belatedly. But she was helpless against the bonds. The rifle, though, was lowered.
"Hey, c'mon, Duck," the holder of the gun said suddenly. "We got no time to fool now!"
"Yeah. Yeah, I know." the tall one said. He was leering down at Karen, enjoying her struggle with the ropes. It was the first sign of life she had made, the first move to resist. He threw the sheet over her luscious body. "Will power I got!" he announced with a crooked smile.
Karen had stopped her struggles then. She at last knew as she knew now in front of this little man who had waved her panties around the room like a little kid waving a flag that it was useless to struggle. All she did was burn her wrists. So she lay passive as the monkey-faced man pulled her slim legs wide apart and tied her ankles one by one to the bottom of the bed. She was completely helpless now and limbs tingled with fright. She was fastened securely to the four corners of a large bed. She closed her eyes tightly to fight off her quivering fear. Again she reminded herself, her virginity was not worth her life!
Shivering silently in the center of the bed, Karen listened with bated breath as the small man returned to the wardrobe. She expected him to bring back the rifle again, but instead, he had something like a long thin pole, with color at the end near the floor. The color went out of sight before she could determine what it was. Suddenly there was a tremendous heaving in her chest as though her heart were rolling completely over. She didn't dare to open her eyes anymore for fear of screaming and bringing nothing but more trouble onto herself. She wondered how long she would be able to stand these agonies of humiliation. Oh God, whatever he was going to do ... if only he would get it over with as quickly as possible.
She heard his feet tapping back toward the ed, and she held her breath, waiting with apprehension for his sweating palms to close over the soft flesh of her body. But that wasn't what happened. Instead, she felt a light flicking through the soles of her feet. Something was grazing torturously over the sensitive bottoms of her feet. In sudden surprise, she jumped against the ties that bound her. Her eyes jerked open and stared wildly around the room. The man had drawn up a chair to the foot of the bed and was sitting, leaning forward and grinning lewdly down at her spread-eagle nakedness. He had a long pink-feathered pole in his hands and was stroking the sole of her left foot!
"Hi!" he greeted her cheerily when he saw her eyes were open. "I'm Locky," he announced. "Thees house is craaazy! Look what I found! It is to dust the ceiling, no?" He grinned his ear-to-ear grin. "It dusts feet, too!" he laughed.
The tickling soon began driving her mad. In spite of her fears, she screamed at the top of her lungs for him to stop, and her body thrashed wildly against the binding ropes. It was of no use. He continued the lascivious stroking slowly up her calves pausing at the sensitive inner thighs to rotate the feather in small, titillating circles against the soft bare flesh at the top of her legs. Karen jerked her feet, stretching the ropes their full length in an attempt to escape the maddening circles. Locky smiled lewdly at the position it put her in. The outside of her knees were pressed flat against the mattress, and she had drawn her thighs as far up the bed as the restrictive ropes would allow, opening her crotch wide in a crab-like stance that exposed the moist pink slit of her cunt completely to his greedy eyes. He giggled and thrust the tip of one soft full feather directly into the slightly parted pubic hair, jiggling it lewdly in the plainly visible lips of her tight, pink cunt. Karen was going out of her mind and writhed and tossed wildly against her bonds attempting to escape the insane torture her body was being subjected to.
"Oh, oh, please! Please stop! Pleeeeaaassssssee! I can't stand it! Can't staaaaannnnnnnnnd it!"
But the teasing feather still played at the tender parts of her cunt, working its way up the full length of the narrow palpitating slit to her tiny throbbing clitoris and flicking at it maddeningly until, with a sudden groan, Karen felt it begin a gentle involuntary jerking into hardness. She could hear Locky laughing at the foot of the bed, her desperate pleadings only driving him to manipulate the teasing feather faster.
Slowly, he worked it up over the mound of her genitals and across the flat white plane of her belly, pausing for a moment, and then up to the sides of her rib cage, playing tantalizingly with the soft, tender area under her arms. This almost drove Karen crazy and it was with relief that she felt it crawl up over her full ripe titties and begin to gently caress the nipples into throbbing sensitivity. In spite of her revulsion toward the depraved little man subjecting her to these horrible indignities her feeling was slowly changing. Her cries of humiliation and torture tapered off into deep groans of forced pleasure. Her thrashing body quieted to slow helpless writhing of uncontrolled sensations. The feather slowed its flicking to soft gentle stroking that brought tingles of wicked pleasure to her body, exhausted from the struggles against the lewd torture. Small rivulets of sweat dripped from her torso, wetting the softness of her flesh and the mattress below her.
Tears of frustration brimmed in her eyes as she felt the control of her body slipping away. After the near loss of control she had suffered with Stan before marrying him, she had vowed she would never again allow her body to betray her no matter how much temptation it might be subjected to. There would be no more desire roused in her body until her honeymoon, which, God save her, this was!
Yet the sheer hopelessness of her position and the feather in the hands of this master debaucher, violating all the sensitive, unprotected parts of her shackled form, were forcing her into helpless submission. Against her will, her proud, firm tits throbbed up into rock-hard roundness, and the peaks tweaked up hungrily as the tantalizing feather made small delicious circles around the coral-colored areolas. As the maddening instrument began its downward journey again, she found, to her fascinated horror, her body reaching upward to absorb its soothing caresses. It dwelled long again on the whiteness of her belly and in the flexing hollows of her inner thighs, again causing a slow uncontrollable undulation of her rebellious hips and causing her again to draw her thighs back up into the crab position as far as the binding ropes would allow.
The split of her crotch was again wide open to the leering, lust-crazed eyes of her tormentor below. With a lewd chuckle, he flicked the tip quickly without warning against the sensitive puckered ring of her ass-hole, clearly exposed in the crack between her full white ass-cheeks. The tight, rubbery orifice jerked in surprise and tried to screw itself down into the mattress to escape the cruel soft probe.
"Aaaaaaauuuuuuugggggggghhh," she gasped between clenched teeth, "D ... don't! Pleeeeeaaassssssss don't! I can't stand it! I can't! It's driving me crazy!"
A sadistic laugh answered as she bucked and squirmed against the teasing probe of her clasping ass-hole. She tried with all her strength to close her legs, but the ropes held her tight. There was no relief. . .
"Oooohhhhhh, p ... p ... pleeeeeeaaassssssssseeee! Oooohhhhhh! Ooooooooooohhhhh! Stop! Stop! Stop!" she grunted, squirming as though being tortured by fire. "You're killing me! You're killing meeeeeee!"
Locky grinned his wide grin, "Would you rather be fucked, ma'amselle?" he hissed softly, increasing the pressure slightly against her ass-hole.
"No! No!" she groaned piteously.
The flicking feather quickened. Then as suddenly as it began, the tortuous tickling lifted from between her legs. Karen's straining muscles relaxed in relief, her body exhausted from fighting against her bonds, and a thankful gasp of grateful warm air rushed from her lips. But it was only momentary, as the memory of where she was and how her body had responded returned to her mind.
She had protested against being fucked, too. Maybe it would have been wiser not to. Oh God, the look in his eyes was lascivious. There was not mistaking it. He was going to fill her belly with his lewd cum until she screamed in surrender. She had felt the edge of his sadism like the blade of a sword. He would show her no mercy. That was clear. She had a feeling that he had nothing better to do than to pick and play with her helplessness until he destroyed her will to resist.
These men didn't care about the "Unimportant" prisoners. Her pride, even her life, was nothing to him. He could crush her as easily as he could step on a helpless butterfly fluttering in agony on the street. Her eyes looked with glazed longing at the doorway, and miracle of miracles, the door opened!
CHAPTER THREE
Inexplicably, Karen's spirits soared when she saw the door open. Perhaps she expected Stan to rush in at this time. Or maybe it was the big-boss, as Locky called him and the big-boss would remind Locky that the prisoner were like gold, items of exchange, and must not be harmed! At least it was a temporary reprieve. Even when she recognized the two men who entered as her captors of the night before, her spirit did not flag too much.
"Well, well, well!" the tall one called Duck muttered. "Look at this, Bunt."
"Yeah," the shorter, more athletic looking man laughed.
"Caught you feathers down, Locky old pal. Only you ain't so locky right now, I bet!" Bunt was gleeful over upsetting the little monkey-faced man's plans. He exaggerated the "Locky" so that for the first time, Karen, saw that her tickler's name was "Lucky" but the word was distorted by his accent. The feathered instrument was still in his hand.
"Aaaahhh, no! I ain't so locky," he said, unperturbed by Bunt's laughing at him. "Hey, Bunt," he asked, holding up the pole with the feathers on it. "Wot's this thing. It's crazy!"
"You think that's crazy," Bunt said. He was still merry. "Wait until you see what we found!" With that, he went back out into the hall. Duck followed him, and the two returned maneuvering a machine on wheels that caused immediate chills of fear to ripple through Karen.
It looked exactly like a medieval torture machine of some kind. What kind of place was Into whose hands had she fallen? The prisoners had been told after the train had left last night, that they were being taken some place for safe keeping until they could be exchanged for Revolutionaries being held by the Government. Safe keeping? What did that mean? Safe for what, she wondered wryly.
"Hey, I bet I know what that is," the tall bony Duck said. "Look at the tit-holes there, see?" He was pointing to a pair of holes in a plastic mold.
"Oh, man," Bunt said. "Don't you know this is a whore house? That's an exercise machine to keep the pounds off them that don't get enough exercise!" He rolled his eyes over to Locky, who joined in his lewd laughter.
"If they don't get no exercize," Duck inserted, "business got to be pretty bad."All three of them seemed to think this was funny.
"But, seriously, you guys, I think this is interesting," Bunt said. "See if you don't think this here is molded to fit a woman who's kneeling on it."
"This is foam rubber, I theenk," Locky said, pressing his fingers into a flesh-colored knee pad.
"It all is," Duck showed him, pressing his own fingers here and there all over the form.
Karen, with sinking heart, looked at the machine, which was drawn in to the side of the bed, where she could see it. The plastic form was indeed formed perfectly to take the female body kneeling on all fours. It was complete, even to two opening at the chest for the titties to protrude and, she noted, straps on the sides which she bet bound the occupant securely onto it if necessary.
"Hee, hee, hee," Duck giggled. Even his giggles seemed serious. "Looks like they did it to each other, whatever it is." He had found and was holding one of the straps in his hand.
"Look at this!" Bart cried, pulling at a lever. The torso section moved to a more horizontal angle. He fiddled with the levers awhile, watching the different parts move.
"What's thees?" Locky called suddenly. He was trying to move a long rod that extended upwards about where the ass would be. Then he broke into gales of laughter. "Hah!" he said, nearly choking. "Ees a screw machine!" he cried. He pointed to the top of the rod which, sure enough, was grooved so that some kind of fixture could be screwed onto it.
Bunt walked over to examine the end of the rod. Then he looked at Locky. "A screw machine, huh? Some joke!" He batted his buddy on the shoulder and joined the laughter momentarily.
Duck pulled a knob near him and a little drawer came out. Quietly he made a choice and screwed on the end of the rod ... a dildo, an enormous molded flesh-like rubber dildo! Karen didn't even know what it was! But her heart skipped a beat. She knew what it looked like and it was not difficult to guess the rest!
"Now there's a find!" Bunt exclaimed, "and I got a great idea! Let's find out how the thing works. What say?"
"Yeah, man!" Locky said excited. "We can put her on it and see how it works!" He looked as though he were going to turn one of those mid-air somersaults that monkeys do so well.
"Noooooooo," Karen whimpered softly, half hoping no one would hear her and forget she was there.
"Heeeeeeyyyyyy," Duck said, looking at her, his eyes glittering.
Without much more talk, the men untied Karen over her confused protests.
"You like!" Locky kept soothing her. "Everbody like sex!"
"Maybe she thinks she only-likes her husband, maybe," Duck leered at her.
Finally, as her bonds loosened and she was able to gradually work the circulation back into normal challenge in her limbs, Karen found that her vocal chords wouldn't work at all. Were they serious? Were they really going to attach her to that machine? What was it? What would it do? she wondered, confused and automatically terrified. She saw the huge prick-like thing attached to the machine, and she could see that the contours of the rubber padding would fit the front of a woman's body, but somehow the reality of all this having any connection to herself didn't quite penetrate her dazed brain. The idea that these vile little men would really expect her to submit to the monstrous ordeal of being skewered by a machine while they sat back and enjoyed her humiliation was too monstrous for her to believe.
Duck moved toward her, a sadistic smile playing on his mouth but without suggesting any mirth. He enjoyed playing, but it never looked like play to anyone else. He knew it was just a matter of time before they'd have her proud, voluptuous body stretched over the machine. He only hoped it worked. They would soon know. He reached down over the bed and picked her up bodily. "No!" she whispered.
"What is to be afraid?" the little monkey-faced Locky asked, looking at her with his brown eyes melting.
"She's not afraid," Duck said, "not if she knows what's good for her!"
He placed the paralyzed girl in front of the model, pushed her down on all fours over it and fastened a leather strap behind her small waist just above where it flared into the broad, voluptuous curves of her hips. This held her torso tightly into the foam rubber pressed against belly and chest. Her ripe full titties swelled through the apertures like ripe succulent fruit, the whiteness of their soft flesh contrasting sharply with the black of the plastic and blending with the flesh-colored rubber. The fronts of her thighs were pressed tightly into the grooves molded for them, and Duck quickly ran straps around the back of these just above the knees, locking them into place.
"Don't miss none of them," Bunt cautioned. "It might now work if you do."
"I ain't missing a thing!" Duck said. "You put that plug into a socket there. I'll tend to this."
Duck then took Karen's arms and pulled them straight out to the sides, snapping them into two leather bracelets. Her arms were held out as though she were doing a swan dive. Next he placed a tight leather band around the top of her head. There was cord attached to the back of the head band that he couldn't imagine what was for.
"You see any place this goes on that side of the machine?" he asked Bunt.
Duck finally ran the cord through the strap over her waist and drew it tight. It pulled her head up and back so that her face was looking straight ahead, her neck bent at a ninety degree angle with her body. She groaned painfully for a moment until she finally adjusted to the bizarre position.
What had happened to her in the last few minutes was incredible. She squirmed against the straps holding her, strained with all her strength, but it was useless. She could not move. The humiliation and shame were too great as she suddenly sobbed in her frustration. The white rounded cheeks of her as stood high behind her, completely vulnerable. She felt a stab of fear at her total helplessness.
Bunt was not poking around in the little drawer of the machine. "Hey, Duck, there's lots of these things in here. Let's make her choose which one she wants." He pulled the drawer right out of the machine and brought it to her.
Karen gasped as she saw the lascivious contents. There were about a dozen rubber phalluses, each in its own slot, except for the one already screwed onto the machine. Karen was amazed by how realistic they looked, even to the color. Each of them was equipped with a set of huge balls that even had realistic hair growing from them. Locky looked in once and then turned his face away. Somehow it surprised Karen that he was the one to turn away and not Bunt.
"Don't do that," Duck said. "You give her a choice and she's going to pick the smallest one. What do you expect?"
"Naawwwww," Bunt disagreed, although he didn't appear to be serious about his disagreement. He was grinning with lewd amusement. "She'll pick the size of her old man. What do you want to bet?" But he didn't let her choose and put the drawer back into the machine. "We'll just use the one on there. What difference does it make." He said the last looking into her eyes for reaction.
"Oh, you don't mean...." Karen said, her mouth opening. She just then realized that they were planning to put one of the dildoes inside her cunt. "You ... you can't!" she cried. "I ... I'm a virgin!"
The scoffed. Bunt said, "We know you're married. Your old man was asking for you. He's the Jap, ain't he? He said you looked kind of like one. He wanted to know if I seen you. i seen her all right,' I told him. I remembered you, see?" he laughed.
"But. . . but you see, we were married yesterday," she told him brokenly. "We ... we haven't ... "
Bunt and Duck interrupted with laughter. The machine was plugged into a wall socket, and Locky was holding a small box connected by several long wires to the base of the machine. Then Locky tried another lever on the machine, thinking it might start it, but instead two rubber suction cups shot up to the nipples of Karen's tits. One did not quite hit the right place and for comfort's sake, the poor young bride wiggled her nipple into the rubber correctly. The cool feeling of the rubber on her nipples sent chills along her spine.
"Wh ... what is that?" she asked tremulously.
Bunt chuckled. "Looks as though it might be preparation," he said gleefully, standing back to survey the helpless girl. This machine sure had everything!
"Let's get started," Duck complained, rubbing his hands together. He reached behind her, rubbing his hands then lewdly over the full rounded contours of her imprisoned ass-cheeks, stroking them greedily. He dug his fingers into the softness of the flesh for a moment as though unable to take his hand away. Then, with the thumb and forefinger of one hand, he gently spread the fleshy, hair-trimmed lips of her cunt apart. They were dry and unprepared, and Karen clenched her teeth tightly together in terror of the whole operation.
"You ... you don't mean it," she gasped. "No one would do such a thing!"
"You'd be surprised what people would do!" Duck leered. He opened the little drawer again and took out a small jar of lubricating jelly. He unscrewed the top and dug his fingers into the jar. With surprising gentleness he swabbed the slippery substance the length of her pink warm slit, inserting his index finger fully into the fleshy warmth of her cunt. He rotated it around and around, swabbing the jelly deep into the soft folds, preparing it for the entry of the poised rubber member on the piston-like shaft below.
"You are tight, all right," Duck admitted.
"Noooooo! Nooooooo!" Karen Mikomo began to croon. She was frightened enough that the tears began to flow once again. They ran from her eyes with the same steady rhythm of her soft, frightened chant.
Bunt found something to do. He loosened a bolt that he had discovered was holding the sheaths enclosing her thighs and moved her knees much farther apart. Karen's legs stretched wider and wider until she thought he was going to split her in two. She yelled in protest as she felt her ass stretch, the walls of her narrow pink slit popping open wide from the harsh outward pull.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh, thees is goooooood!" Locky said. Over his initial shock to see the life-like pricks, it was Locky who pulled the huge waiting member forward, pressing the giant rubbery head between the lips of her cruelly stretched cunt until it was poised for entry. Karen tried to struggle forward as she felt the soft, spongy substance inserted into the sensitive, lubricated lips but, again, it was useless.
"Pleeeeeeeeeasssssseee! Nooooooooooo!" she cried.
"Locky, get a rifle and shut her mouth, will you?" Bunt said sternly. The little monkey-faced man jumped for a rifle.
The other two men sank onto the bed next to the machine. They shifted the machine a little so they could sit just behind Karen's upraised ass in order to have a perfect view of the skewering of her helpless cunt. Duck had taken up the control box from Locky and held it tightly in his sweating palms, eager to begin the depraved ravishment of the innocent beauty bound before him.
Watching Locky wave the gun barrel around, Karen lay in hopeless dejection, so tightly bound to the rubber-lined contour machine that she couldn't move a muscle. Waves of shame and humiliation washed over her like some evil tide of foreboding. She was terrified of the gun or she could never have stood being stretched in this lewd position with these evil men free to do with her as they wished without screaming her head off. But as it was, she didn't dare complain. She had read enough in the newspapers not to really believe in the goodness of man. Her tortured thoughts were interrupted by Duck's morose type of glee from the bed.
"First, let's see if I've got this figured out," he said, studying the little box in his hand. At the press of a button, Karen gasped in reaction. A gentle sucking motion began at the cups connected to her nipples and the machine began, simultaneously, a slow almost imperceptible vibration beneath her torso. Her titties involuntarily hardened slightly at the first weird tug at her nipples. Goose bumps rippled along her skin. It was unlike anything she had ever felt. An exquisite sensation a thousand times softer than any time Stan's lips had touched her. A second later, she felt the tender rubbery prick at her rear begin a gentle up and down movement along the sensitive outside edges of her cunt, staying teasingly just inside the moist, pink slit of her widely stretched crotch...
My God, it feels ... feels real, she thought. Actually, she had been caught unaware by the gentle probing of the machine. She had geared her mind to expect a harsher and more sudden attack on her helpless sex organ. But this ... this was different. It was unexpected and subtle, and she felt violent shudders coursing along her nerves, their intensity increased a hundred times by the rigidity of her position. Her toes squirmed beneath this soft attack helplessly, not able to resist it. She groaned, crying as she prayed her body would not betray her again. She couldn't give them that satisfaction, too! She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and fought it with all her strength, but the leering, bony man called Duck was not about to let her escape now.
"Oh, ho, see who loves a good fuck there! Don't you think she-likes a good fuck?" he asked his friends.
"Ees very happy. We make her trey happy indeed!" Locky grinned. Small beads of sweat were breaking out on his forehead now as his goal was in sight. He wanted very much, now that he was accustomed to the idea, to see this crazy machine fuck her!
They were all alert for the first sign of weakness in the self-proclaimed virgin, a slight twitch, a sigh.
Karen Mikomo moaned again as someone increased the speed of the teasing machine. She could feel the tips of her nipples being sucked, titillated by the tittie tubes, her ripe full tits dancing as the machine vibration became faster. The long, thick cock teasing at the hole to her cunt, suddenly flicked forward on a signal from the box in Duck's hand, and she grunted from sudden pain at the intrustion spearing into her. With one fast pop her hymen was gone. She screamed for them to stop, rifle or no rifle at that point. The tears were again running down her cheeks. But the incursion only grew, and she felt her thighs being swept wider apart as the thick lubricated instrument bored forward into the tightly clinging canal of her cunt. Her cuntal hole felt on fire. She ached and her back ached from the cruel position she was bound in. She could only moan and plead for their mercy.
"Oh, oh, w ... w ... wait! It. . . it's the first time! Pleeeeaasse! Wait! You're killing meeeeee!"
Suddenly the phallus stopped and began a gentle vibration inside the walls of her tightly stretched cunt.
"What's it doing now?" Locky asked the other men.
"Christ, I don't know. I think it stopped," Duck said. He pushed another button. The cruel hard rod drove another half an inch forward into the helpless, no longer virginal bride.
"Oooooohhhhhh," she cried in a tremulous scream. The walls of her moist cunt felt as though they were being pulled away. Duck pressed another button and a warm jet of something greasy spurted from the tip of the rubbery head, lubricating her hole.
"What did that do?" Bunt asked.
"I don't know what half them buttons is for yet!" Duck answered.
The pain eased momentarily for Karen, but the penetration increased, and she felt as if someone were levering her thighs apart to split her tormented body all the way up to her vibrating tits, which were being sucked without ceasing. The huge, unbending cock throbbed on, not going any deeper, but expanding, patiently, the moist warm flesh wrapped tightly around it. It continued its nerve-shattering teasing for what seemed to Karen an eternity, and her body was slowly changing to a mass of nerve-tingling sensation. Her eyes were still tightly shut as she fought the lewd sensations rippling through her helpless body.
Waves of pleasure began creeping forcefully into her. She fought against them with all her might but the indecent machine pursued and tantalized her tits and cunt relentlessly. A fire was building in her that she could not control, and in the end it was the very thought of her helplessness that weakened her. An excited moan escaped her lips, betraying her submission to her tormentors. She was theirs ... or its ... to do with as they wished. Theirs for the taking! But Duck was not satisfied. He wanted more. He hated these proud young bitches, the kind who were virgins when they were married! Now he had one of them under his thumb, and nothing less than total degradation would satisfy his sick lusts. He would teach her to scorn men like him. He would show her what a real man was like one of these days, too! But for now, he would make her wish she could grovel at his feet, begging for it. A lascivious smile flickered across his serious wet lips as he saw the involuntary rotation of her white fleshy ass begin. Her ass-cheeks were free to move several inches each way and had begun to clench and open in rhythm to the throbs of the mechanical cock fucking between her legs.
Oh, God! What would Stan say? What was happening to her, the gorgeous, high-cheeked beauty wondered. She couldn't seem to help herself....
"No! No!" she sobbed incoherently. "Let me go! Let me go!"
"Whatever she's gurgling, it sounds like she-likes it, don't it?" Bunt asked with a wicked laugh behind her.
"It sure does," Duck said, flicking another button, sending more forceful, spasmodic throbs through the cock imbedded thickly in her cuntal hole.
"Ooooooohhhhhhh," she groaned helplessly.
All this time, the teasing suction cups attached to her vibrating tits kept sucking madly, toying with the now tightly swollen mounds as though bewitched by their soft white resilience squeezing and sucking, sucking as though they were alive, until it seemed the full rounded globes would burst from the softly exquisite pleasure tingling through them.
Karen tried to arch upwards, the cords in her strained neck standing out. She flung the long black hair beneath the band holding her head from side to side, begging them to stop, to please stop.
But Duck especially only gloated with this new-found sense of power, of sensual torture, and played on the screaming struggling body like a pianist on a piano, producing sounds of pain and pleasure from it all will now, a wail of joy from a sudden throb of the embedded cock, a whine of pain from an extra excruciating suck at a nipple. The concert played on as the moans from the shackled girl became more desperate with each brutal, teasing probe.
The sadistic Revolutionary increased the intensity of the demon cords sucking and pulling at her tits until they jerked below her body like quivering mounds of vibrating jelly. She tried to push back at the thick instrument digging into her from the rear! She wanted more! The hot lubricating juices of her hungering cunt had begun to flow and to ease the pain, inciting her to desire! The straps held her tight though. She could not move back, and she groaned her frustration through contorted lips, much to the gleeful fascination of the men, who could not take their beady eyes from her twisted and bent form. They all knew she had reached the point of no return, and they would have her as they wanted in a matter of minutes.
"What do you want now?" Bunt taunted, moving down to her body so close that she could swear she felt his breath. Someone reached out and touched the vibrating whiteness of her round full ass.
"I ... I ... nothing! Nothing! Please, please!"
Karen's resistance ebbed with the exquisite maddening pleasures being lavished on her helpless nakedly exposed form. But she couldn't bring her self to admit it out loud! That was to suffer the final indignation, she thought. It would be the point of final surrender. She must not say it even though the thought of begging them to drive the teasing rod into her in a real fuck and quench the aching hunger throbbing now like hot licking flames in her loins was unbearable.
"Go on and say it, kid! Just say it, bitch and it's yours!" Duck assured her. "Tell us to fuck you and we will."
Karen moaned, lolling her head as far as she could from side to side in almost unconscious Jriysteria. "I won't! I can't! Oh, please don't make me! Pleeeeeaaaasssssssse!"
Duck throbbed the prick viciously. "Do you like that?" he asked evilly. "Does it feel good?"
"Oooohhhhhh, yeeesssssss! Yes, it does! It doessssssss!" she hissed between clenched teeth.
"Want us to stop?" he asked suddenly.
"I. . . I don't know! I don't know! Ooohhhhh, no, no! Don't stop!" she sobbed, ashamed but unable to help herself.
"Tell us what you want then," he tormented. "Tell us!"
"Ooooohhhhhh," the helpless black-haired beauty moaned, all resistance drained from her distorted mind. "Give it to me! Give it to meeeeeeee!"
"Shit on you, babe! The right words!" Bunt broke in forcefully.
"No!" she whispered desperately, weeping then uncontrollably, unable to let herself go to the ultimate humiliation.
"Say it right!" Bunt commanded harshly.
"Yesssss, say eeeeet!" The monkey-faced man sounded as though he were dancing. His breath was jumpy.
Meanwhile, Duck increased the maddening probing that were not quite fuckings until Karen had no resistance left. The fiery hot ball deep in her belly screamed for release from its agonies. Nothing mattered anymore but to still this crazed hunger within her, and she began blurting out incoherently all the vile filthy words she knew, pleading with him, the lust in her desire-wracked body driving her on.
"Oh, good God!" she moaned in final surrender, almost shrieking at them. "Fuck me! Fuck me with it! Go on! Go on!"
Since each button in a row had extended the lasciviously constructed cock a little further, Duck was certain which button would do the trick. He pressed that one with the glee of conquest, sending the huge thick shaft racing up into her, pushing the soft ridges of the moist warm walls of her devouring cunt before it like a rampaging bull-dozer until it was buried the full eight inches deep in her widely stretched voracious cunt. Duck stopped it for a moment at the apex where the giant rubbery head throbbed menacingly against the hard flat end of her womb. Karen's mouth opened and closed in unexpected torment until gradually she became accustomed to the trunk-like rod imbedded inside her clasping walls. She could feel the huge skin-like rod imbedded inside her clasping walls. She could feel the huge skin-like hairy balls brushing against her clitoris between the widely spread thighs. A strange masochistic joy rippled through her. Even the pain was weirdly pleasurable, and she waved her ass back against it as much as the restricting belts holding her down to the stand would allow. The sight she must make before the men flashed in her own mind and incited her more. This was total subjugation, being bound helplessly on her knees this way, her arms straight out in the air, tits jiggling crazily underneath from the weird ministrations of the suction cups. She wished she could see the giant rod impaling her. It had to be huge!
Locky was literally drooling. It appeared to him as though her ass was stretched beyond all human endurance. And the monstrous instrument that Duck had chosen to screw on to the machine was now sunk all the way between her ass-cheeks. He could even see the tiny pink ridges of her moist pussy clasped tightly around the edges of the false cock. Mudzie! What a hole it made in her! The lewd picture of her humiliation, the way she was squirming back at it as though to punish herself more, was exciting all of their cocks, the little man noticed. Christ, what a crazy torture!
"Is it good?" Duck panted, now stroking the white globes of her quivering ass with one hand, sweat rolling from his bony face in rivulets. "like it?" he asked. He throbbed the instrument again, practicing with the control box, improving his skill with it. God, it was more fun that he had expected.
"Oooohhhhh! Yes! Do that again! Oooohhhh, it's good!"
"Better than your husband?" he drooled, slowing the throbbing of the impaling, fucking cock to hear her final admission of depraved submission. Karen suddenly moaned at the reminder of Stan, and a new battle raged within her.
"I ... I don't know! she cried in agony. "I'll stop then," Duck taunted lewdly. "No! Oh, no!" She panicked at the thought of his stopping now! "Not yet! Please!"
"Then tell me if it's better than your husband," he ordered, throbbing the life-like phallus once more.
"Oh, yesssssss! Yesssssssss!" she hissed between closed teeth. "It's so much better than Stan!" she said. Well, it was so far!
Bunt and Duck grinned an obscene grin of victory at each other. They had her now. She wanted it with all her being, and now by God she was going to get it. He flicked several switches on the box, ones he hadn't tried yet, but there seemed to be a logical sequence to them. The padded part of the machine that held the gorgeous part-oriental girl's curvaceous body started an up and down motion, sending her white quivering ass-cheeks high up in the air and then down again, exactly like a jockey on his racing horse. The arm connected to the motor began a back-and-forth motion in time to the padded section, the thick mechanical cock fucking in and out of her roundly stretched cunt in thrusts that traveled its full eight inches in length. A moist sucking sound of intercourse sounded through the room, and the slap of the swinging balls against her soft belly jointed it melodiously. Duck licked his lips hungrily as he watched the reddish skin of the tight, little cunt draw back with the false prick, clutching at it as if it didn't want it to come out, then disappearing inside again with each forward lunge.
The lovely bride, who had so carefully kept her virginity to her bridal night and a little beyond, groaned out her submission to the lewd sensations racing through her mechanically ravished body. Her toes curled tightly against the soles of her feet as she was bucked up and down, sucked and fucked like a helpless slave by the great, driving machine. Duck, the control box still in his hands, was kneeling down over her now, coursing his palms over the sensitive skin of her sweaty body. He pressed the ass-cheeks even farther apart, spreading them obscenely and teasing at the red, puckered little hole of her ass with his hard bony middle finger. Suddenly he thrust it forward into her rectum just as the rubber cock fucked deep into her belly, impaling her like an insect.
"Oooooohhhhhhhh," she grunted as he moved it around deep in her ass-hole, expanding the tiny, tight hole in time to the fucking of the cock into her cunt below.
Oh, God, but this frightening man knew how to debase a woman, treating her like a common whore he had bought for the night. A strange masochistic pleasure rippled through her again. She wanted to be destroyed by it. She wanted to be fucked until she could never walk again. The lewd subjugation of her helpless, kneeling form was driving her wild with lust-incited sensation.
"Aaaaaahhhhh, fuck me! Fuck me gooooooooood," she chanted through contorted lips, sweat dripping from her straining face instead of tears now, the rhythm of the lewd machine and the skewering of her ass-hole and hungering cunt egging her on.
But the finger popped from her ass-hole as suddenly as it had slithered in. A great gush of cool air pushed over the plundered rear hole. Duck was kneeling suddenly in front of her, holding her face cheeks between his bony hands, his lewdly bloated cock standing up in erection, protruding out from his unzipped khaki pants and the kinky hair visible just below a small patch of hairy belly.
"Suck it," he hissed at her through her torment.
For a moment she resisted, sickened by the sudden sight of the lust-swollen instrument of a complete stranger. It wasn't as long as the machine's, she didn't believe. But her guessing was cut short as Duck fucked the thick rod of his own inflated flesh into her mouth, crushing through her soft moist lips into the wet saliva of an oral cunt. She could feel the spongy bluntness of the lewd head sliding the length of her wet tongue, lifting momentarily her concentration on the huge bloated member fucking into her from behind.
Gloating above her tightly strapped head, Duck began to undulate his pelvis, sliding the lewdly veined prick in and out of her mouth, never quite withdrawing, leaving the hot, swollen head a half inch inside the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. Karen closed her eyes tightly to block out the horrible sight of the graying pubic hairs growing at the thick base of his inflated cock, which was fucking mercilessly into her contorted face. Moisture filled her mouth, puffing her cheeks wide as he shoved forward, burying the stony rod deep in her throat, keeping pace with the false cock fucking ceaselessly into her widely spread ass-cheeks behind.
The tall older man looked down with lewd delight at the sweat-glistening body of his helpless, strapped prisoner, skewered between his own cock in her mouth and the mechanical cudgel behind. He timed his fucking into her contorted face to match the rhythm of the machine, ramming forward as it did, levering up on his toes and fucking with all his strength as though trying to meet the head of the other deep in her belly. He held her head tighter as she coughed and sputtered below as the tip rhythmically brushed her tonsils on the in-stroke, watching her tender lips clasping tighter and tighter around it as her mouth became accustomed to the fleshy lewd intrusion.
And then the beautiful oriental featured girl suddenly felt a rising tide beginning deep in her quivering belly. The very hopelessness of her position and the debasing ravishment of her body brought tiny strange ripples of fire dancing through her tattered nerves. She licked and sucked at the fleshy hardened rod imbedded in her mouth like a demon, her glands slimy from the mixture of his lubricating fluid and her own saliva. She sucked for it to end as she felt her own insides erupting in great white flashes of fire, tunneling through her veins in a never ending stream of building pleasure. It suddenly burst, and she groaned around the fucking cock in her mouth as her orgasm flooded in great sensual waves of cum around the jack-hamemring cock in her seething cunt, seeping in warm rivulets out of the cuntal lips clasped tightly around its base and down the insides of her quivering thighs. It was indescribable, and the whole of her crotch felt wet and used beyond belief. Tears of unconscious joy rolled from her eyes.
She felt his loins crush into her face at the same time, the hard muscles of his stomach pressing tight against her forehead. His strong hands gripped her behind the head pulling it forward as though he were trying to meet the cock fucking deep in her belly. Duck groaned a soul-searing groan and flooded her mouth with his hot, thick cum, which spurted thickly down her throat in great waves. She automatically gulped, swallowing the sweet, pungent liquid hungrily to satiate the abandoned feeling of self-debasement that flooded over her helplessness. There was nothing else in the world except the heated throb of her wet hole behind and the creamily spewing cock in her mouth. She wallowed obscenely in the pleasure of subjugation to the sullen-faced man jerking into her contorted face.
When it was over and Duck had flicked the machine off with the box in his hand, an eternity later it seemed, she still moaned and cooed, nibbling gently at the sticky, deflated cock in her mouth. Locky had jumped up and begun to stroke her hair above, cooing. Duck pressed the button next to the one he had pressed to get the cock into her cunt and, sure enough, the giant cock slowly withdrew from her forever-stretched cunt. It slipped out with a gentle sucking noise as a great cool rush of air filled it where the instrument had fucked it to white hot orgasm a moment before. Duck stepped back, withdrawing his cock from her mouth with a slight pop, a thin string of semen following it away.
Karen lay panting in utter exhaustion. Her tortured body could not move as she watched him stagger back and collapse in the bed behind her still tightly strapped body. She saw Bunt bounce up and by her, to run out the door. Then her eyes fluttered closed and exhausted sighs of satiation escaped through her sperm-covered lips. Her emotions were so drained that it took several minutes for the realization to permeate her brain that she had lost her virginity, not to her husband, but to a machine.
CHAPTER FOUR
When she came to, Karen thought she was alone. The terrible machine that had taken Stan's right to her body was gone. Oh, God, how could she ever face her husband! After all those long difficult months of refusing him, she had been won by a contraption, a non-living thing, a machine! A mechanical ... nothing! Oh God! Without even noticing right away that she was not tied to anything, she lifted herself wearily from the bed. There was something she had to do ... something. . . what was it? Oh, yes. She had to find Stan. He might not want her for a wife now, but she had to be'sure he was all right! Then it dawned on her that she was not tied! The comprehension of her freedom renewed her energy just as a charge of electricity renews a battery. She pulled the sheet out from the bottom of the bed, wrapped it around her to cover the nakedness of her abused body, and tried the door. Of course, it was locked! Then she heard the snicker behind her.
Karen Midomo swung around. He was so small that she hadn't noticed Locky sitting in a flowered wing-back chair facing the bed, a rifle across his lap.
"If you leave, ma'amselle, where weel you leave to? There ees no place. We are full to the top with comrades in thees house," he said, his monkey face amused and expressive.
"Where ... where are your friends?" she asked with trepidation. She hoped they had been assigned someplace else. It was bad enough to have to face Locky, but it was even more embarrassing to face the other two. It was those two that struck her as the lascivious rape artists of the trio. She sensed more respect from Locky. She didn't know why.
He continued according to some idea in his own head with only brief allusion to her question. "At lonch. Perhaps the ma'amselle would like to test the defenses of the house. That door there now. That one ees open. Go ahead. Open it. Eet won't bite!" He laughed.
But Karen was afraid to touch the door at all. She hadn't even noticed it before. It was narrower than a regular door and was on a different wall than the hall door was. Finally, Locky got up, moved around the bed, and turned and pulled the door handle just enough to open the door a crack.
"You better peek before going," he warned her.
Karen had half expected the door knob to have an electric current in it or something. She had been wrong about that, but still she was afraid to peek.
"Go ahead," Locky whispered. "Eet don't bite!"
Finally, shaking, Karen looked into the next room. In there, too, was a large double bed like the one behind them, and it was so close to them, she was afraid of being seen. But now, Locky was right behind her and she couldn't step out of the way without opening the door further. That she was afraid to do.
For on the bed was what Locky obviously wanted her to see. There was a lovely red-haired woman, whom Karen recognized as a Revolutionary from last night, and she was lying spread-eagled in the center of the bed, completely nude, not eight feet away. A few steps and Karen could have reached out and touched her. If the redhead could see the voyeurs in the doorway, she gave no sign. Her head was rolling back and forth on the mattress, her face contorted in ecstasy.
But then suddenly, Karen recognized the man who was kneeling between the redhead's naked, widely spread legs, running his lips and tongue moistly up and down her white body. The prisoner felt sick and faint, but she could not resist watching him. He had sucked the beautiful woman's heaving tits into quivering hardness and then traced a wet hot path down to the flat plane of her jerking stomach and inner thighs. The woman writhed beneath his flicking caresses like a woman possessed. Her hands were tangled tightly in his black hair, pulling his lips greedily to her tingling skin.
Karen leaned on the frame of the door and grasped it with one hand until her knuckles ached. Now she could not move. Oh, Stan, she cried to herself. How could you? There was no gun, no ropes, no threat making him do this thing! She tried to blot the shocking picture out of her mind but couldn't. For some inexplicable reason she had to look! The obscene and heart-breaking spectacle was mesmerizing her. Her mind tried to rebel. To watch your own husband toying with the naked, squirming body of another woman was depraved and lewd and ... and masochistic! She knew she should turn away.
And yet the woman was beautiful, she thought, as she gazed longer, her sense of inadequacy growing by leaps and bounds. Maybe it would do her good to watch an experienced woman show her what her own husband liked! She gazed with a respect she couldn't seem to combat at the ss enchanting red-haired figure spread in sacrifice on the bed before her. Stan had worked her up to a fever pitch, and the woman's mouth hung open wide in ecstatic rapture, her glassy, lust-smoked eyes staring up into nothingness. Stan placed himself in position over her rapidly rising and falling belly, his face hanging within inches of the soft pubic mound below. His hands were pressed down on the smooth flat plane of her stomach, and his thumbs lay pressed into the fleshy outer flanges of her cunt lips. Karen sucked in her stomach with a gasp to see her husband's thumbs massage for a moment and then pull outward slowly, parting the soft red pubic hair and exposing the moist reddened slit of the woman's cunt. The dainty bud of her clitoris was a clearly visible, throbbing into hardness just above the stretched elastic opening of her cuntal hole.
Stan's dark head dropped, his long wet tongue snaking out to flick teasingly at the quivering little nub of raw nerves at the top of the slit. The redhead's body jerked as the electric contact was made, and her legs clamped tightly together around his head, the soft inner thighs imprisoning his ears in a vise-like grip. Her hips began a slow up and down movement in rhythm to the fuckings of his slavering tongue. Soft mewls of animal pleasure came from between her clenched teeth. She was caught in a mindless fit of uncontrolled lust, and her upper torso writhed like a belly dancer's back-down on the mattress.
Karen's mind spun. Her mouth gaped in disbelief as she watched the woman twisting lustfully to the depraved sucking of her loins. She must have been in partial shock because the beautiful partly oriental girl wasn't certain whether the two writhing bodies on the bed were real or a figment of her imagination. Possibly they were dancing in her head. Perhaps it was all a dream that she was suffering on the train, a nightmare from which she would soon awaken. Time and distance had suddenly become indefinable. Nothing existed in the world but the scene before her. Wasn't that the way it was with a bad dream?
Karen's own torso began an involuntary swaying in time to that of the lovely Revolutionary woman's as her body squirmed in lewd surrender to the nerve-shattering lickings of the lips and mouth glued to her crotch. Locky had moved behind Karen now, and she could feel the length of his body pressed into her back. His arms extended around her and he was massaging and cupping her tits in a teasing circular motion that caused her to squirm her ass-cheeks back, hard against his loins. She could feel a stiffness growing there under his pants, and when he pressed forward she could feel the full thickness of it pressing through the sheet she held round her, into the crack of her ass. The thin folds of bunched material grated against her tiny, sensitive ass-hole, sending small warning spasms of pleasure tippling up her belly to the rising nipples of her tits. Locky's hands slipped into the opening in the sheet behind her back, curled around her bare mid-section under the soft material, and rose to her swollen, ripe titties. His hands cupped the resilient mounds greedily as they seemed to drop willingly into his hands, trapping the hardened, sensitive nipples between thumb and fore-finger, squeezing until a tiny, excruciating sensation brought a gasp of surprised pleasure from her open lips. He pushed forward with his pelvis, sinking his covered hardness deeper into the split of her involuntarily contracting ass.
Karen watched in-wide-eyed wonder, her own ass now pushing back against Locky, as Stan's lips began crawling up the redhead's squirming body. They worked their way up slowly, pausing now and then at soft sensitive spots for a quick flick of the tongue that would bring further groans of delight and frustration from the woman's tightly clenched teeth. It was then that Karen could see clearly his wonderful hard cock protruding from his crotch. It was hers! she gasped to herself. Her belonged to her, his bride!
Karen shuddered as she saw her husband's lewd and enormously swollen cock pause momentarily over the redhead's still widely spread cunt. Karen was sure that Stan was going to fuck it into her then, but he didn't. He slid slowly all the way up her slippery, sweat-soaked body and straddled her tits. Karen could see the tight bulges squeeze out under the lean cheeks of Stan's ass as he sank down on them, pushing them down onto her chest. His gorgeous blood-engorged cock stood straight out from his belly with the rubbery, scarlet head but a few inches above the woman's gasping mouth. Stan reached one hand back behind him and with a quick flick of his wrist, shoved his middle finger deep between the woman's wide open legs, skewering it into the pink moist flanges of her hungering cunt up to his palm. She jerked as he rotated it around inside, teasing the wet sensitive walls until the beautiful Revolutionary panted and gasped, breathing a moan of surrender to the lascivious plundering her body was undergoing.
The formerly virginal young bride could see her rival try to squirm away from the teasing torture but Stan's knees were holding her shoulders and arms pinned tightly to the mattress. She was completely at his mercy. A lewd sadistic grin lined his lips as he reached down with his free hand and rubbed the underside of his lust-thickened cock in a slow teasing circle around the prone woman's open lips. Her wet pink tongue flicked hungrily out from between her teeth, licking at the tiny opening in the head. A thin string of the lubricant seeping from it stretched across her open mouth. She strained forward, the cords in her neck standing out, trying to suck the teasing instrument into her mouth. But Stan laughed above her and kept it just out of reach, allowing only the tip of her tongue to lick up and down the underside on the semen-soaked ridge beneath. The red-haired beauty grunted and strained until Karen could feel herself struggling with her.
And indeed, without knowing it, Karen's breath came in time to the other woman's gasps beneath Stan's teasing cock. The muscles in Karen's own body were as taut as bow strings as she reacted involuntarily to the maddening fondling of Locky's hand on her. She jerked as one of his hands left her tits to trail a slow, teasing path down the soft, unresisting belly and insert itself into the space between her legs and to tease thrillingly at the pubic hair raising from the vee of her crotch. It played for a moment and suddenly curled down into the moist, ready slit between her legs, the nail scraping gently at the tiny bud of her clitoris, sending it springing into quivering life. The newly deflowered virgin jerked forward slightly as the hand curled further under her crotch, parting the soft lips of her hungering cunt to teasingly snake its way inside the tight elastic opening of her healing cunt, sending wild electric shocks of pleasure stabbing through her. The rigid hugeness of his bloated cock was now pressed deep in the sweat-moistened crack of her ass behind, throbbing as though it had a life of its own. She ground back against it, imprisoned licentiously between it and the fucking finger teasing deep inside her cunt walls. Because of her experience with the machine, the tightness gave quickly, but Locky knew what to do about that.
Locky began a gentle rocking motion to which Karen's body responded in time to the jerking hand of Stan fucking into the redhead's rotating pussy in front of them.
Suddenly, there was a deep gurgling from the other woman's throat. Stan, the unbelievably sadistic grin on his face widening, had taken the red hair in one hand and pulled the""woman brutally by it, yanking her head up off the mattress, at the same time thrusting forward to fuck the thick, turgid head of his cock deep into her gaping mouth. Karen held her breath. She was certain the woman was going to choke from the sheer size of the organ buried between her puckered lips. But she didn't. She sucked at it hungrily as though she had waited through all eternity for this magic moment when Karen's husband would fall into her clutches ... as Karen saw it!
Stan raised to his knees, and with one hand holding her head up by her flaming hair and the other sunk deep into her widely split crotch, he began buffeting her body cruelly up and down on the mattress between his legs. Karen watched with horrified fascination as the woman's elastic lips sucked with all their might on the blood-bloated instrument fucking into her mouth. Her cheeks were hollowing on the out-stroke and expanding obscenely on the in-stroke. Her eyes were glazed with a wild, ecstatic film of animal lust that Karen had never dreamed existed. Its very rawness brought a moan to her own lips, her tongue circling them nervously as she felt the juice of her own pussy increase its flow between her legs, drenching Locky's thrusting palm with its sticky moisture.
The little dark fleshed Revolutionary had seen the lust-thick cock slither into his comrade's mouth, and Karen could feel his own cock jerking under his pants against her in uncontrolled excitement. It was inciting him as it was her, and she gasped as he leaned forward slightly, pressing his moist lips against her ear and whispering.
"Ben downward, ma'amselle. I weel fuck you behind!"
"Oh, God, no! I can't!" she hissed. "Please no," she panted between clenched teeth, unable to stop the rocking of her body against his hand.
"I fuck you good and we watch at the same time," he whispered then. The lewd words excited her strangely through her already twice shocked mind. After all, look what Stan was doing!
She groaned in surrender as Locky pushed her upper body forward. Her muscles were like rubber and she almost fell but clung to the door frame by some miracle of holding power.
Her beautiful ass waved in the air behind her, and she shuddered as she felt Locky's hands lift the sheet above her hips, bunching it around her wasp-like waist, and drawing his hands down over the rounded white cheeks of her ass now so gorgeously exposed to him and to him alone. A cool rush of air hit her backside, and she suddenly flushed in shame. Her whole rear end was exposed to him, waving back in lewd invitation to any humiliation he might want to inflict on it. A last shudder of fear flickered through her conscience as she heard the metallic sound of a zipper behind her as Locky opened his fly, and a surprisingly long thick cock burst into welcome freedom. There was no time for further thought. He dropped to his knees behind her straining ass-cheeks and licked moistly down the entire length of her sweating crack, stopping abruptly to flick the tip of his tongue into the tightly puckered ring of her ass-hole.
"Oh, my God!" she groaned as the tantalizing licking invaded her whole crotch, teasing at her like some demon from another world. She quivered back against it, screwing her ass in small circles around and around to feel deliciously its complete rape of her helplessly exposed loins. There was nothing in the world like this feeling. She had never known it before. It was different. It was wicked. It consumed the whole of her being, and there was nothing else in the world now but the lashing wet tongue licking at her from behind. Wild thoughts of what she could have been doing with Stan all this time ran through her mind. She thought of her husband's tongue slithering over the naked genitals that she had defended from him with such unfortunate success. But now she knew what it was and wildly reveled in its lewd tingling joy until she thought suddenly her entire body was going to explode in a thousand fragments.
Locky stopped just in time. He slithered his tongue up the moist crack again, over her back, and to the base of her spine, following the tiny bony ridges up her back until this progress was halted by the flimsy bunched sheet around her narrow waist.
He stood then, and Karen suddenly quivered in incredulous fear as she felt the hugeness of his tightly swollen prick-head pressing into the split between her widely spread ass-cheeks. She didn't dare look, but she was astounded. He couldn't be that big, she reasoned. God! He'll split me open!
Her ass involuntarily cringed forward, drawing away from the rubbery tipped cock pressing into her from behind, but it followed like a faithful pet elephant. Her forehead pressed tightly against the painted wood of the door frame. There was no where else to go! Her cringing body was trapped between her husband and the searching monster behind her.
He was going to impale her for sure. He felt much bigger than the machine. God, he was going to split her in two! She felt his hands close around the tops of her thighs, gripping them tightly, his fingers digging harshly into her soft white flesh.
"Reach behind you, ma'amselle! Put eet een!" he panted.
"No, no I can't!" she hissed whimperingly. "I can't! It's going to hurt!"
"Put eet een, I say!" he commanded again, digging his fingers tighter into her flesh. "Or I gat thegon!"
"Ooooohhhhhh," Karen groaned as she felt the flesh of her thighs being squeezed into painful tight balls. She couldn't stand it. In desperation, she reached back between her legs and closed her hand over his lewdly inflated prick. It seemed enormous, even bigger than she had imagined! Perhaps it was because she couldn't see it, but neither could she turn around.
He squeezed again, this time bringing a dangerously loud sound of pain from her tortured lips. She tearfully placed the blunt, throbbing head against the tight-again, elastic hole of her cunt, biting down hard on her lower lip to hold back the-tears of fright that were beginning to brim her eyes. She felt it begin a slow prodding and working against the set open lips, parting them and forcing its hole. There was soon a great stretching feeling once more in her loins, as though the tender lips of her cunt were being pulled asunder. Then suddenly she felt her thighs swept apart and Locky's long thick cock slithered into her hot throbbing passage like Gulliver in Lilliput! The surprisingly heavy weight of his loins crashed hard against her ass, pushing her face brutally against the door frame.
"Aaaaauuuuuuggggghhhhh!" she grunted in a strangled voice through clenched teeth. Her cuntal hole was on fire. The great prick penetrating it felt like a great drill tunneling deep into her belly. Karen struggled and swung her ass in vain to escape the cruel impalement. It was no use. Locky had skewered into her up to the hilt of his rock-hard weapon, and she was a hopeless prisoner, stuck on the end of his lewdly-inflated cock like a mounted insect on its pin. Karen's lips opened and closed in sensation and torment. Her cunt walls were afire from the unaccustomed size of the swollen instrument in her belly. It was deeply imbedded. It felt as though he had penetrated all the way to her tits. She moaned softly against the door frame, small puffs of sound that she prayed were not audible in the next room.
Through the agony of her own pain, she saw the redhead's soft lips on the other side of the doorway, clasping hungrily the growing white prick that was sawing in deep fucks into her mouth. The thin, elastic rim of the woman's lips clung to it as though held there by some unseen fingers. Stan grinned lewdly above the redhead as he fucked her mouth and watched her lust-contorted face suck and lick at it like a child devouring, a sucker. She had freed both hands now and had placed them behind Stan's swaying ass, one firm cheek in each hand, and was pulling him demonically to her. Karen could see fluid dripping from the corners of her mouth and running in tiny rivulets down her hollowing cheeks. The woman was actually reveling in the cruel humiliation that Stan was subjecting her to, a masochistic light shining strangely in her glazed eyes. Who was the captor, Karen wondered, and who was the captive?
Behind Karen, gasping and panting with delight, Locky, her guard, began to rock rhythmically and gently in and out of the soft confines of her hungering cunt. Gradually the pain eased and Karen, too, began to feel a strange masochistic pleasure ripple through her. Watching the woman succumbing to the depraved sucking of Stan's thick blood-engorged prick, coupled with the ravishment of her own cunt by the monkey-faced guard was sending unfamiliar thrills of wicked pleasure coursing through her entire being. She began to undulate her ass lasciviously in circles in rhythm to the long thick cock fucking into her from behind.
"Oh, God!" she breathed faintly back at him, "I like it! I like it! Go on! Go on!"
Standing gleefully over her bent body, Locky gritted his teeth and fucked in and out with long, hard lunges that seemed to receive their momentum from the very tips of his toes. A feeling of absolute power rippled through him as he held her hips down in total subjection to the rock-hard cock skewering relentlessly into the now thirsty, clasping cunt hole. He could feel the soft fleshy ridges deep inside her giving way before the merciless onslaught of his piston-like cock. His fingers gripped her harder, squeezing the soft, unresisting groans from her tortured throat as she struggled helplessly beneath his mastery of her mind and body.
With the pink folds of wet glistening flesh clinging tightly around his lewdly rampant instrument, Locky stretched the quivering moons of her ass wide with his fingers to watch. He levered forward suddenly on the tips of his toes, sinking the fucking shaft the last remaining inch. He could feel the fleshy resistance deep inside spread before the sensitive, engorged head of his red prick, bringing a soft explosive sound from her lips as though the wind had been knocked from her. He sensed then that she had not been lying and-that she had never been fucked before, that she really had been a virgin before they put her on the machine. He was the first, he thought proudly, with a glance at her fucking husband on the bed.
From behind like this, he knew he was going deeper than the machine could have, and he routed the head around deep inside, enlarging the virginal end of her hole and feeling its squeezing clasp gripping his rigidity like warm elastic. The soft enveloping tightness brought a tingle of delight shooting through his balls. His prick encased in the warm clasping sheath pulsated with lewd pleasure.
Karen Mikomo's narrow eyes opened and closed in a lost glaze of lust. She spread her thighs wider, moving her feet apart, stretching with difficulty the flimsy fold of sheet that had twisted around her knees. She became suddenly aware that she was still needlessly holding the thing around herself and she let go. Locky helped her to pull it away so that her nakedness was completely exposed and unimpeded. Now she lowered her ass, forcing Locky to follow her, to alter his position and stay with her grinding ass on a shallower level. She could feel with obscene delight the cool metal of his zipper pressed tight into the cheeks of her ass as he strove deep inside of her, the rough material of his khaki pants pressed harshly against the backs of her thighs. The bushy, springy pubic hair around the base of his lewdly inflated prick brushed tantalizingly against the soft inner edges of her ass.
Finally she dropped right down to her knees and arms to the flatness of the floor so that her tits were squashed down and her ass was raised like an extraordinary white ant hill but slowly rotating in the wind. The hardness of the floor stung her tiny nipples into a greater hardness as she felt the tunneling instrument behind her imbed its full length inside her. The distended, spongy head grazed against the flat hardness of her cervix, fucking deep, deeper than the machine had gone. Forgotten was the humiliation of bending like a slave while a strange soldier fucked her from behind, venting his lust in her delighted crotch. Forgotten was her new husband in the next room as well as all the long months of saving her virginity from him ... for him! All that mattered now was the obscene pleasure coursing through her like a fire out of control. She wanted to be fucked like this. She wanted to be subjected to any lewd demands placed on her pleasure-wracked body.
Before her eyes the redheaded woman was sucking at Stan's expanding blood-filled cock like a wild woman. To Karen's lust-clouded gaze, the thick, lewdly fucking instrument seemed to disappear into a strange, lengthened fusion of the woman's face as Stan drove with hollowing ass-cheeks forward like a pile-driver, sinking far into the Revolutionary's mouth until the coarse black hair of his loins brushed the tip of her nose. His balls dancing beneath, slapped in unison with his thrusts hard against her upraised chin.
Dimly, the idea occurred to Karen that her husband was planning to strangle the woman and that his making love to her was all part of a grand strategy to rescue his wife! He was obviously going to cum in her mouth until his hot sticky fluid flooded into her throat in torrents! He was going to kill her and then come for Karen!
Yet as she watched, horrified, Stan jerked his cock suddenly from the woman's sucking lips, holding the huge, red gland about two inches away, and with an expiring groan from his wet, lips, the lust-inflated cock began spewing hot, sticky cum directly into her voluntarily opened mouth. The thin, quick spurts steamed from it like milk from a cow, filling her mouth to the brim. The female soldier swallowed voraciously, trying not to lose a drop of the hot, lust-inciting fluid as her adam's apple bobbed up and down rapidly trying to keep up with the wildly ejaculating prick spewing its lewd sperm into her face. Karen groaned at the obscene picture of the beautiful woman's self-inflicted humiliation as Stan's cock throbbed out its last remaining spurts of liquid and thin strings of the hot sticky fluid ran down from the tip of his prick to her glistening wet lips, linking them in an obscene spider web of sexual connection.
While she was watching the redhead desperately lift her head off the bed to take the deflating prick between her lips, Karen felt Locky's hands pulling at her hips from behind. She limply allowed her body to be pulled away from the open door enough so that he could close it against her view of the lust-stimulating actions going on between her husband and his jailer in the next room. Locky had turned her body and now with his hands on her back kept her in a bent position as he forced her to her feet and to waddle stiff-legged before him toward the bed. Locky moved slowly, joggling her still-impaled body on the end of his extended cock. The amazing strength of his fingers gripping her hips and upper thighs kept her from slipping off him and losing the lustful coupling of their bodies. He paused at the edge of the bed.
"Crawl up," he commanded from behind her. "Be careful so eet stay een."
Her resistance completely crushed now, Karen complied obediently, lifting first one knee and then the other to the resilient mattress. Then she was kneeling on the bed. Locky stood behind her with his blood-swollen cock still buried deep in the crack of her cunt.
"Go forward," he whispered.
She tried to do so but lost her balance and fell face down on the bed, dragging him with her. His weight crushed her only slightly smaller body into the mattress, and his prick, from the force of the fall, rammed forward to jab painfully against the blunt, solid end of her cervix.
The lovely young deflowered bride gave a sharp cry at the sudden, sharp pain. Her legs flung wide to alleviate the hurt, her toes digging fruitlessly into the soft mattress. She clenched her ass-cheeks tightly together in an attempt to keep his thick lustily tormenting instrument from penetrating deeper. She couldn't stand the pain.
"Come up here," he hissed from behind her. "Ees pulling out!"
"I can't! I can't! It's killing me!" she whimpered into the mattress.
"Well, ees slipping out. Soooooo."
Karen could feel his sucking withdrawal between her legs and the cool rush of air to her tortured loins, suddenly freed from the weight of his body. She moaned in relief, but it was only momentary. The pain that existed before was replaced by a different pain, that of unsatisfied desire. The wild ache that had filled her while watching the gorgeous Revolutionary being skewered from behind by her own husband returned at the same time, only in greater force. Her body mindlessly followed the dictates of his hands as they coursed over her, removing her inhibitions once more like so much flimsy clothing.
Suddenly he was gone and in the distance, she could hear the hurried rustle of clothing being stripped from Locky's body as she trembled nakedly, half fear and half impatience. Then there was a slight movement of the bed. Hands were searching over her again, pulling her thighs wide apart, the mattress sagging slightly from a weight crawling between her spread legs. Urgent hands were parting the lips of her throbbing cunt, and suddenly there was a blunt by a familiar fiery pole of flesh.
Karen's entire body twitched and writhed uncontrollably as she groaned in abandoned welcome to the deliciously punishing instrument sinking deep into her hungering cunt. Her face was contorted with passion. Cries of ecstasy escaped her tightly clenched teeth.
"Ooooohhhhhh, Looooocky," she gasped as the man's hands slipped under the rounded moons of her ass-cheeks, raising them at the same time straining his cock forward into her with all the strength of his hips and thighs. She was moaning incoherently and wound her warm and smooth legs around his hips as he fucked into her. The smooth, velvet folds of her cunt held him, squeezing tightly around his lust-ridged column until she could feel every inch of skin on his hard pulsing cock. This madness she had never known, a total surrender to the lure of the flesh. Her crazed mind reveled in her own wickedness, and she screwed her ass up tight against his pelvis until she could feel the tantalizing tightness of his balls pressed hard into the wet, widely stretched crack below her cunt. The soft hair-covered skin danced teasingly against the sensitive outer rings of her tiny naked ass-hole, sending shivers of lewd delight surging her fluttering nerve-ends.
There was nothing else in the world, no tomorrow, no yesterday, no Stan, nothing but this deep dark hole of lust and flesh, of belly smacking against belly, crotch grinding against crotch.
"Oooohhhhhh, yes! Yeeeesssssssss, fuck it harnrrrddddd, darling Locky! Fuck it hard! Give it to meeeeeeeeee!" she begged, gasping. She was approaching orgasm and her body had become something animal, no longer human as she twisted and contorted, spreading her legs wide apart and then pulling them up to her shoulders, bending them at the knees, spurring him on like a wild stallion, with the heels of her feet digging forcefully into his hard-muscled ass.
Karen was aware of the other men when they returned to the room. She saw a pair of vague shadows, but nothing mattered except the body driving into her, the magnificent prick fucking her hard from above.
"Damn! Will you look at her go!" The voice was Bunt's
"Don't you fuck her all to death, Locky, old buddy," Bunt said. "You leave something for me, do you hear?"
Locky only grunted. He was disinterested. The other voices continued with each other, and though their remarks were lewd enough, they were too inconsequential for either Karen or Locky to notice. They certainly didn't matter to the newly married Karen. Her body was white hot. Her head flailed from side to side wildly, her mouth open in abandon. The onlookers were forgotten completely as she swung her thighs up and clasped Locky's hips with the backs of her calves, Winding her tapered legs all the way around his body. Her ankles locked tightly together high on his back, spiraling her ravenously hungry cunt up the full length of his slippery, fucking shaft.
"Heeeeeyyyyy, don't split it, Locky! Don't split it! Save some for me, I said" Bunt laughed.
"Look at that pussy climb!" Duck said in measured tones that would have made Karen's flesh crawl if she had heard. There was something about the way he spoke that was terrifying.
But the twenty year old bride's body drove on unheeding. She was almost ready to cum and could not stop. Tiny relentless devils danced deep in her belly, probing the hot, tingling walls of her oozing cunt with the fiery tips of their three-pronged forks. Sweat was pouring from her body as she strive wildly for the end, an infinitesimal second away.
But ... but. ... but!
Locky suddenly clamped his mouth tightly down on hers, starting a long, low groan that swelled to shout as he began spewing his creamy hot sperm deep up into her hot, slippery hole. She could feel it jet into her in great gushing torrents, deflating his jerking prick with each white hot spurt. She was still just seconds away!
"Oh, nooooooo! Nooooooo! Locky! Locky, wait! Wait for meeee!" She sobbed her frustration into his mouth, but it was useless. She squeezed her ass-cheeks up against a softening prick, which had lost its mastery over her seething emotions. Her heels pounded desperately into the little man's spent body. With an empty groan, he rolled from between her still gyrating thighs to lie exhausted beside her.
The end was so near and yet so far. Was that the memory of some kind of song filtering through the frustrated bride's mind? All she knew was that she was absolutely beside herself! She kicked her legs wide out in the air, her own hand ineffectually manipulating the hair-lined slit between her thighs. The need was deep within. She dug into herself greedily, trying to reach the impossible depths of the vanquished cock that had a moment before betrayed her to the demons of unfulfillment. Suddenly, though, her ankles were grasped by heavier hands.
"Come on, little virgin," Bunt taunted. "I'm going to show you what a fuck is really like!" She gasped at the force in the powerful fingers and looked up through the narrow, hazy slits of her lust-smoked eyes.
Yes, it was Bunt! His flushed, handsome face leered at her from between her widely held thighs, a ferocious animal-lust in his eyes that momentarily froze Karen's quivering body into stillness. He had attracted her once. He had seemed so jovial. But now he seemed harder and more brutal than Duck. In fact, Duck had not been so bad, fucking his cock into her mouth.
Karen lay immobile as a cornered mouse before a stalking cat, stoically waiting to be devoured. He levered her unresisting legs up off the bed in an arc far back over her head, pressing the toes of her feet harshly into the mattress on either side of her shoulders. Her tortured body was bent back double, the pain of her strained muscles almost unbearable. The glistening, flattened plane of her crotch was presented like a bound maiden in sacrificial offering. He was poised over her in a push-up position, his hands holding her ankles back to the bed, his huge thick cock aimed straight at her helpless upturned split.
"Fuck it into her, Bunt," Duck's serious voice spat. "Jam it right up to her tits, then I want to try something."
"What's it going to be, baby, suck or fuck?" Bunt snarled down at her in such a way that she didn't know whether he was being cruel or just playing with her.
Karen shuddered, torn between the hot desire scorching her still throbbing cunt and the quick twinge of shame and humiliation that flickered through her confused thoughts. She rolled her head from side to side, tears of frustration streaming down the edges of her cheeks.
"Well, come on, Miss Virgin ... Mrs. Virgin!" Bunt taunted the squirming girl held in the helpless, lewd position. "I got to do something and I want to do it now!"
"Fuck me!" Karen hissed between clenched teeth, the fire licking through her loins spurred on by her sheer helplessness and the obscene position in which he was holding her. Through glazed, heavy lidded eyes, she could see a faint form standing over them by the edge of the bed. The form was holding a long pole. It was Duck. Did he have that feather thing again? Vaguely she recalled Locky and the feather. It seemed years ago! Well, it wasn't important now. The fire of unfulfilled lust raged out of control in her pulsating cunt and nothing else mattered at all! "Fuck me! Go on and fuck it! I said," Karen screamed again at Bunt's grinning, leering form. She wiggled her ass at him in lewd unmistakable invitation.
He needed no further tempting. His heavy blonde body dropped down on her twisting form like a sack of cement, smashing her full, tight tits tightly back onto her chest. His lust-thickened pole fucked into her hungry waiting cunt like a battering ram, pushing the unresisting moist folds of flesh in rippling waves before its cruel searching head. The most attractive, most virile-looking man of the group was so far the crudest lover.
Karen cried aloud at the quick brutal impalement, surprised by its thickness. But it was only momentary. The greedy moist walls clasped around the fleshy cudgel hungrily, slithering up wetly to devour its length to the hilt. His balls smacked into the wet crack of her ass. She groaned in relief at the filling of her stretched passage as he began a heavy deep fucking into her grinding cunt. Her head rolled wildly from side to side, her mouth opened in abandoned ecstasy. It didn't take long. She had been so close before, and with the thick, expanding blood-engorged cock digging into her like a jack-hammer, the cords on her neck suddenly tightened in an unmistakable sign.
"I ... I'm cumming! Oh, God, I'm cuuuummmmiiiinnnnggggg! Fuck harder! Fuck haaarrrrrddddeeeerrrrr!" she pleaded in a voice shrill with passion. "I'm cuuummmmiiinnng ... aaaaaauuuuuggggggggghhhhh!" Her hands darted behind his driving ass-cheeks, pulling him in maniacal frenzy deeper and deeper into her spread crotch. Her cum juice flowed wetly out around his still driving prick, flowing down the crevice of her ass and flooding his balls as they rubbed rhythmically against her tight puckered ass-hole.
"Give it to her, Bunt!" the other two men cheered off and on.
Spurred on by the beautiful Oriental's twisting body below, the athletic man dug more deeply into her, forcing her tortured legs farther and farther back over her head, doubling her in half, fucking into her like a pile-driving machine out of control. Karen continued to grunt out her climax, the juices still flowing in unrestricted spurts down the full quivering cheeks of her bouncing ass.
Bunt groaned above her. She could feel the hot waves of his sperm shooting deep up into her dilating womb, mixing lasciviously with the pool that Locky had throbbed into her before. Her head whirled in depraved sensuality as the hot, powerful squirts surged wildly into her, filling her to the bursting point with its sticky whiteness. The hot, wet walls of her cunt clasped and unclasped desperately, milking at the jerking organ like a sucking, starving mouth. Karen's firm young body was drained of everything. Her limbs collapsed loosely on the bed as Bunt's grip on her legs was released. She lay spread-eagled as she felt the heavy weight lift from her and the cool rush of air over her sweat-soaked form. From farther and farther away she heard Duck's voice receding. "My turn now," he said. "Get out of ... "
CHAPTER FIVE
When she came to, she was propped on the floor against the bed, her knees pressed tightly up, Locky holding one and Bunt the other.
"Not so deep! Not so deep," she was crooning.
"Hell, woman, you can take more than that!" Duck was saying. It was he who sat in front of her on a chair, holding a long pole that came straight for her body. It took her a few minutes to realize that the pole had been inserted, perhaps for some time.
Duck was leering down at her spread-eagled form with a sadistic light in his eyes. This was the way he like his women, lying at his feet, completely under his domination. He got a bang out of being able to watch, and he had already made up his mind that when the Revolutionaries left this house, he was going to take a lot of toys with him. He liked watching the contortions a woman could be brought to go through!
Duck flicked the long pole slightly harder, sinking the large rubber phallus on the end of it half an inch deeper into her wide-open cunt, bringing another low moan from her lips. His beady, searching eyes studied the expression, half pleasure, half pain on her face and traveled down the length of her slim, ripe body to her upturned crotch that was so beautifully presented to his view. She had been unconscious when they started, but he knew his lewd manipulations with the false cock would bring her to. Now they had done it.
His friends were holding both legs back with strong, uncompromising hands. Her knees were pressed tightly back into her firm, rounded titties. Duck could see the moist, red flesh of the lips of her cunt clasping tightly around the huge rubber cudgel he had buried deep up inside her. It was at least two inches in diameter, he guessed, and stretched the hair-lined slit wide until the tiny, rosy bud of her clitoris could be seen clearly, glistening and standing out just above where the instrument was skewered into her cunt.
It was a sight he could easily relish, seeing a woman take such a monstrous cock inside her lewdly grasping cunt. He could bring a woman along slowly, stretching her cunt a little each day with the toys he had found in a storeroom. God, would he have a ball subjugating and defiling woman after woman! Ah, but they were in the future. Now this woman here was ready for the final drive to completion. He could tell by the way she raised her ass up when he withdrew the rod that she was near orgasm. And she didn't even know what was going on yet!
Just like the machine they had toyed with earlier, there was a vibratory button on this rod. Now he switched it on, and the small electric motor attached to the handle whirred into life, moving the pole in short, quick jerks into her moist, throbbing hole. She groaned wildly and thrashed her head from side to side on the rug as Duck continued the long hard strokes in and out, leaving it sunk all the way inside for a few seconds on the in-stroke so that she might feel the full effect of the pulsating vibrations deep in her quivering belly. Her body bucked beneath the mechanical lover as though it were on fire, and he watched with undisguised glee as her firm, fleshy tits jiggled and shook as they jerked into contact with her up-held knees. Her body quivered and shook just as though some demon had entered and taken complete possession of it. Perhaps it had!
Duck leaned his bony face forward and bent down in the chair, bringing his curious eyes close to the artificial cock that he was fucking into her, watching with lewd delight the tiny ridges of the moist pink flesh of her cunt around the edges of the thick cudgel with each thrust he made.
"Harder, babe?" he asked, seeing that she was coming to, playing upon her body as though it were a puppet and he were the master holding the strings.
"Ooohhhhhhh, yes, harder! Fuck it harrrdddeeerrrr," she heard herself groan as she twisted and turned wildly on the rug, small rivulets of sweat rolling down from between her bouncing tits.
"Deeper? Do you want me to fuck it deeper?" he grinned evilly and with the same mirthless appearance as all his grins. Then his beady eyes locked greedily on the instrument cleaving into the parted hair of her throbbing cunt.
"Hell, no! You'll split it! You'll split it!" Karen gasped painfully as he shoved forward again in spite of her pleas, leaving it sunk completely to the hilt inside her hot, lubricated hole. He turned the vibrator to full force and could see the full rounded cheeks of her ass quivering tantalizingly from the force of its motion.
Suddenly she gave a low piteous moan and brought her hand down to hold the thick, vibrating rubber dildo hard into her belly screwing her quivering ass up tight against the round hard rubber ring that kept it from going deeper. She opened her mouth wide and let out a low animal-like gasp that signified her approaching orgasm. Duck could see the cheeks of her ass begin a strong hard clenching against the invading dildo as though it were trying to nibble it away. Small gushes of her orgiastic fluid seeped out hotly around the edges of the vibrating prick in spite of its tightness and ran in glistening tiny streams down the widely stretched crack of her ass. The tiny puckered ass-hole clenched and unclenched below in the moistness of the crack in tempo with the grunts of her spending passion.
Duck gloated and indeed so did the others as they watched her body jerking to a halt from the final spasms of the orgasm she had just experienced. Her groans subsided slowly as he slowed the vibrator bit by bit to coincide with her completion. God, this was fun! Finally he switched it off. She lay spread-eagled and still, the huge rubber cock still embedded deep in her widely stretched cunt. Duck, grinning his lewd but morose grin, satisfied apparently from the spectacle he had just watched, slowly began working the false cock out from between her legs. He pulled gently, concentrating his vision on the pink moist flesh working its way out around the edges with it, clasping to it as though it didn't want to let go. He gave a quick tug, and with a wet sucking noise it suddenly slipped out all the way. The abused girl groaned and rolled over on her side, the other men leaving her free.
"What's next?" Bunt asked Duck then. "What other little toys you got?"
"Heeeeeeyyyyyy," Locky objected. "Me and her ain't eat yet. I most eat! I'm starved!"
"Yeah, give them their trays," Duck said. "We got a big meeting this afternoon, remember?"
"A meeting?" Locky asked, getting his tray from where Bunt had set it down on the bureau. There was a tray for Karen, but she was far too exhausted to go for it. She had little appetite now anyway although she found herself a little excited by the idea of a meeting.
"Shit, who wants to go to a meeting," Bunt said, his lewd eyes on the luscious body still folded on the floor.
"We all go," Duck stated.
"Somebody has to guard the prisoners," Bunt continued, his eyes glittering in anticipation.
"The dogs will be loose," Duck told him.
"God Almighty," Bunt swore. "I hate those damn dogs. If they ever miss catching one of them when the meeting's over, I'd sure hate to be the one that meets up with him!"
"Who meeses them?" Locky asked. "They well trained dogs. When trainer calls. Pooh! They come right away! like thot!"
"Well, I just hope one of them don't go deaf, that's all," Bunt mumbled. "Come on, Duck. Let's get going."
"Hey, wait for me!" Locky called after them as they went out the door. He took a few moments to bolt down the cheese salad and drink the coke, then he put the tray on the bureau, grabbed his sandwich, and ran, without a backward glance at the crumpled figure on the floor.
Karen breathed a gigantic sigh of relief once they were all gone. She didn't notice at all that the door hadn't slammed as Locky had expected it to after him. She might have tried to slip out and over to Stan's room if she had. The door between their rooms was now locked. She had watched Locky do that. Also, he had warned her against trying to communicate with her new husband, but she fully intended to try, but not until she had rested. Right now she pulled herself off the floor and threw herself onto the bed; thinking that she would be able to signal Stan as soon as they were all at the meeting. Who was to stop her?
She tried to think of how wonderful it would be to hear his voice, to see him again. Yet, so much had changed since their wedding! She didn't feel like the same person at all, and after watching him with that redhead, he didn't seem to her like the same person either. She sat up in the bed and shook her head. God, she didn't even feel married to him! Thinking of the marriage, the wedding, she felt defiled, horribly dirty and defiled. Oh, it wasn't fair! It just wasn't fair! But she could feel the hands, the machines, the strange flesh on and in her body. She bounded up from the bed. There was a toilet but no place to wash. Ooohhh, she would give anything for a hot cleansing, soapy shower! She would give anything for a reaming douche! How could she possibly contact her husband, who had never even touched her, while she still felt the weight and sexual influence of her three captors on her body! It was like being wrapped in and permeated by a polluting cloud. I'll bet it even shows, she thought!
She went to the mirror over the bureau and peered at the beautifully rounded torso that emerged in the glass. She studied the full beauty of her firm, ripe tits. They stood high and proud in spite of it all, and their turgid nipples stood out like spikes on the luscious half-spheres. She watched them peak higher as, experimenting, she raised her arms high over her head, pulling her long, straight black hair up, then releasing it to cascade softly over her alluring shoulders.
She was stark naked and had never before seen herself in exactly they way she was seeing herself now, as a sexual object. She ran her hands tantalizingly down over her curved hips and ass, brushing her fingers sensuously against her smooth thighs and calves, bending slowly as she did so and feeling the nakedness of her ass-hole, which she had never been aware of before. Then once again she stretched languidly up and teasingly turned to face the mirror. All her delicious nudity was exposed to newly appreciative eyes, her own! She studied her high rounded tits and the soft dark triangle between her legs with beating heart.
Miracle of miracles! She was forgetting the men, their cocks and their lewd machines. The sensations of her body began to burn the memory of their touches away. Stan, she thought. I must think of Stan. I must concentrate on him, and his memory will make me completely clean. He'll be my shower, my douche, she though as she lay herself carefully on the bed. One of her own hands reached up and began to massage her own tit in tiny teasing circles, tweaking the soft nipple into sudden throbbing hardness. Now her other hand went to the other tit. I'll do anything, she thought, that will clean all they have done out of me! She knew she was caressing herself, but she was afraid of stopping, afraid that if she did, the nightmare of the past few hours would return.
Her legs scissored open and closed slowly, exposing the thin slit of her cunt, nestled teasingly, she was aware, in the soft dark hair between her thighs. See, she said to the invisible Stan! She pointed her toes toward the door through which the men had gone and willed them to stay away forever! She was going to clean herself. She was going to be ready for her marriage bed somehow. She must at least feel clean and ready! Her ass-cheeks squirmed into the mattress, and she felt a rising flame of desire. For a moment she blushed slightly as guilt flickered through her conscience. Yet, it seemed to be working. A spiritual cleansing was taking place. She squirmed her ass nervously and her breath quickened.
She liked the rubbing on her ass and writhed more lasciviously now, as though being attacked by some unseen lover. Both her hands were funning over her body as though out of control, her fingertips dancing over the flat, ivory belly and coming to rest, together, at the vee of her soft, down-covered crotch. She groaned at the sudden contact of her hands with the moist slit between her thighs and pulled her knees up, her toes on the mattress. Then she straightened her legs like two beautifully carved ivory columns above the bed. With a deeper groan, she let them fall wide apart exposing to her spiritual lover the moist, glistening furrow between. Her fingers crawled to the soft hair-covered lips and spread them slowly apart until the wet pinkness was fully visible and the mouth-like orifice opened hungrily. The half-moons of her rounded ass-cheeks felt cool in comparison to the hot, avid crack running between them. Her tiny ass-hole nestled mysterious and inviting below the swollen and agitated and somewhat abused lips.
They were still sensitive and tender. Nevertheless, she slowly inserted a middle finger into the glistening pink, stroking the tiny bud-like clitoris. The poor over-used thing, she thought. She was petting it like a beloved kitten until finally her fingers worked themselves inside the pink edges of her contracting cunt, slowly widening the lips. She slipped her index finger in and out smoothly between the lubricated lips. Her legs jack-knifed back, knees against her titties, and the soft rounded ass rose and fell in response to the inquiring finger. Karen's facial muscles felt tight as she joined two fingers with the first and, clenching her teeth, pushed all three into the hungry, pink folds. They disappeared with a soft sucking noise, and a soft moan of pleasure purred from Karen's lips. Yeeessssss, she was beginning to feel so much cleaner!
She became absolutely compulsive now about the cleansing effect of her own actions. Perhaps she was just a little out of her mind! Her eyes and teeth were clenched as she writhed beneath her own fucking fingers in uncontrollable passion. The rapid rhythm drove grunts of pleasure from deep in her throat as the fingers sunk into the tight, pink hole, making moist, sucking sounds as she withdrew them to push them in again. Her face was red, straining for a climax that after all she had been through couldn't possibly come! She groaned in dire frustration as her own fingers fucked harder and deeper. They were not enough. They were just not enough! Her head rolled from side to side on the pillow, her long dark hair flying in frustrated clouds at the inability to bring herself yet again to climax! Still she tried, her hand beating a wild staccato against her spread, straining ass-cheeks, the grunts faster and louder with each passing second.
Suddenly, without any warning, a giant black German shepherd bounded into the room and jumped up on the bed. Karen's eyes widened in terror, and she jerked the back of a hand to her mouth to keep from screaming, mostly because she feared the dog would bite if she made a sound. She moved to lower her legs and roll from the bed, but the dog stood and growled viciously in warning. The young girl froze in the position of masturbation, thighs spread and with her knees drawn up to her chest. She didn't dare move or speak as the huge shepherd growled menacingly over her, his great panting head just above her defenseless, upturned crotch.
Never in her life had she felt so helpless, even with the men and their machines. But now she absolutely shook with fear beneath the snarling dog. She even thought it best to risk a cry for help, but she was so terrified, no sound would issue from her paralyzed throat. Yet even in her terror, shivers of revulsive curiosity tingled through her. What did this beast plan to do to her? He seemed to be only keeping her from moving. Perhaps he was trained not to bite but to immobilize. Goose pimples erupted on her sensitive skin as for a moment she felt cold as ice.
Suddenly the giant black dog lowered his head to her helpless soft, hair-covered crotch and was sniffing it. His tail wagged and trembled as though he had found a bitch in heat. Karen moaned in renewed terror as the cold nose so suddenly made contact with her tiny, puckered ass-hole. She tensed as his tongue snaked out and licked wetly up and down the crack around it, the tip burrowing slightly into the outer fleshy anal ring.
For a moment she tried to squirm away, but the dog raised his giant head and growled again. He then began greedily lapping the narrow pink slit between her thighs. He ran his tongue wetly the full length of it, from the tightly closed little pucker up over the fluted, pink edges of her cunt and over the tiny sensation bud atop her pubic mound. His great red tongue spread through the soft, hair-covered swelling like a knife through soft butter. It flicked relentlessly between the girl's widely spread legs, stopping sporadically to curl its way deep into her. She jerked spasmodically as she squirmed under the German shepherd lapping and sniffling at her loins.
The poor young, already deflowered virgin shuddered from the chill of sexual stimulation that indulging in something forbidden gives, even against one's will. She gasped at the change coming over herself. The frightened moans which were the only things that she could utter at first changed to soft mewls of involuntary pleasure, pleasure that she did not want and had set her mind against but which that slithering, thick red tongue, licking at her, had forced her to enjoy. She raised her hands, holding them in indecision for a moment above her squirming body, then dropped them to grasp the dog's ears.
With a deep animal sound coming from her own throat, she kicked her legs back over her head and pulled his nose forward into her well-lubricated vulva. His giant tongue fucked up the moist hole like an attacking lizard, ravishing her up-thrust crotch without mercy. Wild incoherent shrieks began to stream from her lips. With disbelief, she heard herself pleading and encouraging the dumb animal salivating between the writhing, upturned ass-cheeks. He worked like the savage beast he was, the rutting lust of the wild driving him on!
Abruptly, the dog lifted his head from Karen Mikomo's pleading crotch to nose her over onto her stomach in servile surrender. Her resistance was gone under the maddening tongue which had so mercilessly lapped her pussy. She was enslaved now by the huge black beast panting over her. Her quivering body spread-eagled itself, face down on the bed. The huge pointed head lowered again, the thick tongue slithering into the exposed crack between the moaning girl's ass-cheeks. She twisted them back toward him lasciviously, reaching to spread the ivory globes and give full access to the tiny, brown ass-hole. The tongue lashed her wetly for another long, avid moment before rising to nuzzle under the bride's crotch, pushing his massive head between her pelvis and the mattress, raising her ass!
What he wanted was clear. Karen obediently knelt, elevating the spread ass-cheeks, bending before the huge animal in abject surrender. The relentless tongue had lashed her to servile defeat, had crushed her resistance with its vigorous and unremitting attack on her sensitive organs for interminable minutes. God, she was on all fours, and the huge dog actually mounted the spread rounds of her ass, paws on her back. The glistening, scarlet prick slipped from its huge sheath, dripping. The tapered point slipped and danced in the hot, wet crack as the animal trembled and jerked, trying to bury the tapered point and the thick shaft in her body.
Now sobbing, Karen looked back, shifting her round ass to try to capture the lengthening shaft. like a bitch in heat, she strove to sheath the long, scarlet organ in her voracious, grasping vulva. The sharp tip missed, slid up to find the momentarily relaxed ass-hole, attempted to enter. With a cry, the twenty year old ex-virgin tensed, evaded the bending up-slipping prod in fright but the dog returned immediately to the attack, having tasted success. Mindlessly, however, he thrust blindly, the thin point sliding unsuccessfully beneath into the soft, hair-nested crack, rubbing against her clitoris. The hot scarlet of his jabbing prick contrasted startlingly with the fevered pink of the girl's passion-inflamed cunt, spreading the lips wider as his still unhoused shaft rubbed between them.
Karen held her breath as the huge black dog, bucking madly behind her, attempting to skewer her on the still-lengthening taper of the huge dripping prick, began to growl in frustration. In desperation, she reached back and, grasping the slippery organ, guided the point of it into the pink slit, spreading it apart wider and wider with each forward thrust.
The giant shepherd jerked forward and buried his huge cudgel deep up the squirming girl's pink, grasping hole. It slithered forward with a wet rush until it was sunk to the hilt, his hairy balls swinging below her wet pubic hair. A moan of relief came from her contorted lips as she began to move rhythmically backwards to meet the fucking of the panting dog. As the forelegs trapped her waist, she began to undulate her body and move her ass in lewd circles, abandoning herself to the delicious animal fucking she was receiving from behind. Her face turned sideward to rest comfortably. It was contorted in rapture from the delicious screwing the big dog was giving her. Her large, taut tits danced tightly beneath her writhing torso, moving in time to the skewering blood-swollen cock of the monstrous dog as it slid deep into her from behind, a relentless, hot poker of glistening flesh burying itself in her belly.
Karen felt she was out of her mind completely now but she couldn't seem to help her reaction. She began shouting lewd encouragement to the dumb beast through clenched teeth. She was begging him to fuck her harder and faster and to spew his creamy hot cum up into her thirsty cunt. She wanted to be filled with the animal sperm now! It was all that mattered! She was no longer human anyway, but she had become a mass of quivering, sweating, lust-deranged flesh that begged to be subjugated. She was reveling in humiliation at being screwed by this panting beast, grinding her ass back against his hairy, jerking body like another animal! Tiny rivulets of moisture were building in the crack of her rotating ass-cheeks. It itched and sometimes ran slowly down the backs of her thighs, where it tickled all the way down.
And suddenly she was twisting her head madly from side to side, her straight black hair churning on the mattress. She was in the beginning throes of an orgasm and screwed her ass greedily against the dog like a she-demon gone insane. The giant animal's tongue hung red from his mouth as he fucked into the waving ass from behind. Saliva dripped from it onto the sweat on her back. She screamed suddenly and rammed herself back against the dog wildly just as he jerked forward and his lewd cock began spitting its sperm in hard spurts deep in her clasping cunt.
Karen Mikomo's round ass-cheeks began contracting uncontrollably signaling her own orgiastic upheaval deep in her quivering belly. She couldn't believe it! Where did it come from? Thick white liquid oozed from her tight cunt squeezing the prick of the black dog. Thin trails of the sticky white ran down the ivory columns of her thighs. Her backside glistened, displaying soaked pubic hair and pink flesh as she pitched forward on her face, unconscious.
The rapidly deflating cock of the huge dog slipped from her mauled hole with a sucking noise that echoed lewdly through the silence of the bedroom. Karen was out cold, and the dog stood above her wagging his tail in obvious appreciation. In a last act of obscene depravity, he dropped his head to her widely spread crotch and licked at the white sticky liquid oozing from her still quivering cunt. He gulped at it hungrily until at last there was no more and lay down contentedly between her open legs, his giant black head nuzzled gently into the soft vee of her ravished pelvis.
How long she lay in satiated sleep with her animal lover, Karen was never to know because before she awoke, the meeting was over. Suddenly the dog's big ears twitched and his giant head popped up out of his animal dream. He had heard something that no human has ever heard, and he understood that he had to meet with the other dogs and go to the kennel and yard outside. He didn't bound away as quickly as he might have. Standing uneasily on the unsteady mattress, he gave one final kiss on the soft black vee of his human lover and ran out the door.
CHAPTER SIX
When Bunt and Duck returned to the room they found the door wide open and before they got there, were sure their lovely captive had escaped, not that she could go far. But strangely, there she was, fast asleep on the big bed. Suspecting something, but they didn't know what, the two men made a thorough search of the bedroom, finding nothing. Karen slept throughout the search. Bunt wanted to awaken her, to question her. How was it that the door was open?
"Hell, she don't know it or she'd be gone, Bunt," Duck pointed out reasonably. And he continued. "Let's forget it. She's here and there ain't nobody in the room. We've made sure of that. What harm could there possibly be?"
"Yeah," Bunt had second thoughts. "I guess if we told anyone or the word got around, we'd be accused of not locking her in when we left. By the way, did we?"
Duck thought hard for a minute. "I don't know. Locky was the last one out."
"Hmmmnnn," Bunt grunted. "Well, as you say, no harm done. She din't even eat. Look. Maybe we ought to wake her up to eat!" he tried to smile.
Duck couldn't smile at all or even try. They had just had an unsettling meeting. The government was making trouble about releasing the Revolutionaries that were in prison waiting to be tried. They weren't making any overt trouble. Careful of the lives of the hostages, they were just stalling, but the Revolutionaries knew they were stalling. As the Revolutionary leadership explained to the soldiers, negotiations like this were always touchy, a battle of wills, a matter of proper timing and tremendous care. More guards were going to have to be placed around in the fields and woods, important outposts against the possibility of ambush. They would take radios and supplies for a week because it would probably take a week to settle the matter satisfactorily. No one wanted to leave the comfort of the house, of course, especially a house with this many bedrooms!
The men were already in teams. Locky's partner was a hard-nosed woman from whom he steered clear as much as possible. Nevertheless their team was to have an outpost. A week with her! Locky had been in tears over it. Bunt had scoffed ... until he and Duck were drawn and assigned an outpost, too. What would they do with their lovely prisoner?
"Aw shit! Wake her up and we'll make her eat!" Bunt said again. He was miserable about the new assignment and wanted to take it out on someone!
"What's the point?" Duck grumbled. He had been so morose over the assignment that he had even lost interest in the little room of strange toys down the hall.
Bunt sighed. "The point is..." he started to say and paused because he couldn't think of anything. He knew he was just restless and disappointed but had thought he could come up with some excuse if only for the sake of conversation. Then he had a bright, if bold, idea. Slowly and thoughtfully he said, "The point is that she must eat as much as she can now. We'll only get rations for two of us. We don't want her having to eat too much!"
Duck looked at him carefully. "What the hell are you talking about? You don't really think we can ... can take her with us. Is that what you're expecting to do?"
"Why not?" Bunt looked at his partner like a little boy asking the most innocent of questions.
"You think no one would see us take her out of here, Bunt? Are you nuts?"
"Yes, I think no one will see us take her out of here, if we get at it right away. We got a couple of hours before the rations are ready to pick up. If we smuggle her out now and hide her, we can pick her up on our way!" Bunt was serious.
Duck finally believed that Bunt was serious. "You're crazy," he said instead of an outright 'no'. It was hard to say 'no' because having her with them would sure beat staying out in the woods alone together for a week.
"Christ, I don't think I want to go with you, Duck," Bunt said suddenly. "On an assignment like this, a man-likes to think his partner has guts!" Bunt was too powerful and athletic a man to worry about angering his rangy bony friend. All Duck ever did in response to a challenge like that was pout.
Duck pouted. "I got guts all right. I just don't have rocks in my head. It's just great to think of going out there with a partner who's got only half the brains he was born with!"
Bunt couldn't take the girl by himself. He had to have Duck's cooperation. He felt like punching his buddy in the nose for the raw remark concerning his brains, but instead he tried diplomacy.
"Aw, for God's sake, Duck, I was just kidding around. Why are you always so serious? I know you got guts, but you also got a prick! Now look. I'll get her out of here if you'll just shut up that we got her. No one's going to miss her from the house. If her husband starts asking for her again, they might look a little, but who cares?
Bunt was right about that, Duck knew. No one really cared. The important prisoners were under lock and key. For all anyone knew, the others had gotten away long ago.
"You'll get her out?"
"I'll get her out."
"How?"
"I'm just going to walk her out because no one cares. You let me do it, that's all. Now just hold her here until I get back with some clothes."
Bunt was gone before Duck had a chance to tell him that he sure wasn't going to rat on a buddy. Bunt could do as he wanted for all it mattered to Duck. He would even help him. He would keep his bony fingers crossed! He would also smuggle a few of those rubber pricks out. He didn't need the pole. He couldn't plug it in anywhere out in the woods. He'd just use a stick. Well, while Bunt was gone, he'd better wake up their prisoner and get her to eat.
Duck went over to the bed and shook Karen's shoulder. He shook again and again. Christ! he panicked. Something was wrong! She wouldn't wake up. He bent down and placed his ear on her chest. The heart was beating. He chuckled. She had had quite a day, he had to admit, but she had to eat. He shook her violently and kept shaking until she screamed and sat up, fighting her way from the deepest sleep she had ever known, thinking there was some danger lurking at the other end of the tunnel of waking.
"No!" she screamed and beat against his arm. "Go away!"
He clamped his hand cruelly over her mouth and watched her narrow eyes open to their widest. For the first time he saw that her eyes were a pretty golden brown, a kind of iridescent amber. When he was a kid he had a piece of amber with a fly in it, locked in for thousands of years, his father had told him. But the pupil of one of her eyes grew bigger than the fly was, much bigger. Before letting go of her mouth, he told her they were leaving.
"Listen, kid. You've got to eat something, hear me? You've got to eat now because we're going away and it may be awhile before you get to eat again." Then he took his hand tentatively away from her mouth.
"Going?" she asked tremulously.
"Yeah. You'll find out where when the time comes. It won't be for awhile yet until the sun goes down probably ... coupla hours."
Duck saw that she wasn't going to scream any more. He went for the tray of food. The bread of the sandwich was beginning to get a little crusty, but food was food. He brought the tray to her.
"I can make you eat like I'm supposed to," he told her seriously. "I'll just bat you around a little." He hoped the threat would work. They were not supposed to rough up any of the prisoners without damn good reason because it could make for trouble if they ever had to go through this business again. No one had mentioned not having sex.
"I'll ... I'll eat," she said. In fact, Karen was starving at last. She had finally had some sleep, and with that need satisfied, she could feel her hunger.
When Bunt returned, he had with him a set of khakis. Karen was ecstatic over having something to wear. "Oh, thank you," she crooned gratefully as though they were not responsible for her nakedness in the first place. The khakis looked big, but she would have worn anything. She would have worn the sheet she had worn before. She would have worn a tent! She had discovered her body and had even enjoyed her nakedness, but now she was tired of it. After all that had happened to her, being ravaged by machines, men, and even a dog, she was about certain that she would never care to be naked or fucked again in her whole life! Maybe, she even mused, she ought to get divorced. A husband was the last thing she looked forward to at the moment!
After she was fed and clothed, Karen tried to lie down again. She had not finished sleeping by any means. She felt as though she could sleep for a week if given the opportunity, but Bunt told her that she was going with him.
"I thought we wouldn't be going for a couple of hours," she objected, looking to Duck for support. Duck only shrugged.
"We have a plan to get you out of here," Bunt said then. It was a story he had cooked up while getting the khakis. "I guess Duck didn't tell you, but that's all right," he continued, drawing her attention away from the surprise written all over his friend's bewildered face. "What you're going to have to do is pretend to be one of us, though."
Karen's heart leaped, but then she grew suspicious. "Why do you want to get me out of here?" she asked.
"Don't you want to go?" Bunt asked, his eyes wide with mock-amazement.
"Yes. . . yes, of course, I ... I'd like to get away, but I just don't understand why you care to help me," she said.
"Well," Bunt searched his head for a reason. "You did something for us ... we do something for you! Does there have to be more reason than that? I mean, we like you. Those things happen."
"Yeah, we don't want you to get hurt or nothing," Duck added. He saw that Bunt was just trying to be sure she went peaceably. She would be easier to smuggle out if she thought she were escaping.
"Hurt?" she asked. "Is there any reason to be concerned."
Both Bunt and Duck could see that she was thinking of her husband. "There's no need to be concerned," Bunt said quickly. "It's just that ... not all us guys are so easy to get along with, you know, and we're under orders to ... to report for kitchen duty. The guards you're going to get next. . . well, they're tough characters, if you get my meaning."
"Yeah, Chuck's going to be in here, ain't he, Bunt? He's the one who leaves his prisoners black and blue and all cut up, believe me! Wow!" Duck went along with the lie.
Karen didn't know whether to believe them or not. Somehow, there was something fishy about their story. On the other hand, if they were really going to get her out of here, there might be a better chance of getting away from wherever they were planning to take her. She couldn't be any worse off, she didn't think.
"Oh," she said, half frightened and half pretending fright. "I. . . I guess I better go then," she admitted. It was undoubtedly better to do things their way, she decided.
Bunt led the way out of the room. As they passed by the door of the room where her husband probably still was, Karen recalled guiltily that she had slept instead of trying to contact him when there had been the opportunity. It was extremely-likely that he had no idea his wife was in the very next room to his! Of course, she wasn't there any longer.
Bunt put his arm around her at one point, when they were passing a group of men. He pulled her face into his, hiding them both from curious eyes, pretending he was necking with a comrade. Apparently such behavior was expected among them. Karen found it strange, even unsettling. Did the outside world take such Revolutionaries seriously? They went out the back door, by a large kennel with several watchdogs and on across a small field to the edge of a woods. They were never stopped and questioned for any reason, and went into the woods almost unobserved ... but not quite.
Once in the woods, Bunt did the only thing he could think of to keep Karen quiet until he and Duck could join her. He knocked her out with a fast hard blow to the chin, then tied her securely and gagged her. He hid her directly on the path they would have to take to their outpost and returned to the house, involuntarily shuddering when he passed the big kennel of dogs, especially when he noticed how one of the big black ones followed after him the length of the run. He felt like a man on trial.
"Who are you looking at?" he hissed at the big dog.
A couple of hours later, Bunt and Duck had their rations and supplies, and they started off for their post like everyone else. The entire woods between the house and the town had to be staked out carefully so there would be ample warning if the government tried to get sneaky in the affair. There were not enough soldiers to leave no loopholes at all, but still, if all of them went to their exact assigned place, if all of them stayed alert, always one man awake, the leaders felt they could catch any funny business or reneging on agreements. Bunt and Duck knew how to keep themselves alert. As long as they would have no beer or wine or marijuana a pretty captive like Karen would make an excellent stimulant. They expected to be right on their toes!
Bunt apologized profusely to Karen for hitting her. "I had to leave you alone for a couple of hours, babe," he said. "And since this has to be done our way, I couldn't risk you running and upsetting everything, understand?"
She didn't understand, but they had already told her they would use their guns on her rather than get caught taking her from the house. She had no choice yet but to do things whatever way they wanted.
The most blessed thing they did was allow her to get some sleep. They had smuggled out an extra sleeping bag and promised her a good long night's sleep as soon as they got to their post. The promise was such an incentive that at times she rushed them!
"Hold on there," Duck told her. "We have to follow instructions here."
"I thought we were running away!" she said.
"Well, we will," Bunt answered, looking carefully at a piece of paper under his flashlight, then studying a compass. "One hundred fifty feet in that direction, Duck," he said, pointing north-east. Duck was pacing the directions and keeping count. Karen was under instructions not to interrupt his count.
"Then why does it matter which way we go? All we have to do is head toward the lights up there. That's the town, isn't it?"
"Sssshhhhhh," Bunt cautioned her. "Look what you're wearing, babe. You want to get shot down in the streets of town?"
Karen gasped. She hadn't thought of that. She contented herself with following silently after that until they reached the place they were supposed to bed down for the night.
"Let's alternate short watches tonight," Duck suggested when they reached the place. He threw Karen her sleeping bag. She unzipped it and crawled inside immediately.
"How do you want to work it then?" Bunt was asking while she zipped her bag closed. How they worked it she never knew. She heard nothing else until dawn.
She awoke with Bunt's hands tangled in her long black hair, pulling her head over, grinding his crotch up at the same time against her face so that she could feel the hardness of his already erect prick beneath the rough material of his pants. She wasn't away from it all yet! That was clear! She closed her eyes in bitter submission, knowing she had to go through it without a fight if she was ever to be able to get away.
"Pull it out for me, babe," Bunt hissed through leering lips, twisting her hair in his hands until Karen thought he would rip it from her head by the roots. "I let you sleep a lot longer than I wanted to," he told her. "I waited as long as I could."
She pulled her arm free of the sleeping bag and reached forward to do his bidding. He had knocked her out, too. He wasn't afraid of hurting a woman. There was clearly nothing she could do but move desperately to please them, fumbling with the zipper on his pants to release the giant throbbing cock underneath.
"Hurry it up! Hurry now!" Duck said from another sleeping bag nearby. He was supposed to be sleeping. It was Bunt's watch. "Bunt's going to cum in his pants before you get him free." He actually sounded amused.
Finally, after Karen had fumbled for another moment, the large blood-bloated fleshy instrument burst into the air through the unzipped fly. Bunt grabbed her hand and wrapped it around the thick lewdly swollen cudgel, skinning it back so that the giant red-fleshed head popped out from the thick foreskin a scant few inches from her tired eyes. It looked bigger than ever to the weary girl. Bunt's hands were at her lips though, opening her mouth, and the soft spongy flesh of his cock rubbed lightly against her teeth. She could see down the full length of the lust-rigid member. It looked as large as the one on the machine, she thought sleepily. She hesitated for a moment, trying to remember what it was like inside her cunt, sickened anyway by the thought of her mouth being used again as a garbage pail of lust by a total stranger. She wouldn't even take Stan the way she was feeling now. The thought of Bunt's lewd sperm being pumped down her unwilling throat this morning, made her gasp for breath. As her lips parted to suck in the cool air, however, the thick pole of blood-engorged flesh rammed forward into the moist saliva of her mouth. She was not very alert! She could feel the gland of the giant head sliding wetly up the full length of her tongue inside, the tiny droplets of lubricating fluid seeping from it filling the warm cavern between her cheeks with its pungent salty taste. His hips began a slow undulation, the thick lewd cock fucking in and out of her mouth with a wet sucking sound guided by his strong hands gripped tightly in her hair.
Duck couldn't sleep under these circumstances and moved close to them to watch the puffing of her cheeks as Bunt pushed up between her clasping lips. His strange morose grin widened with each grunt that his buddy made fucking into her helplessly trapped face. He pulled himself from his own sleeping bag and ran his bony hands over the smooth ivory flesh, allowing them to rove beneath to her full round tits that pointed to the ground now. It was fortunate Bunt had picked such a large shirt missing so many buttons! But he was not satisfied to slip his hands inside. Duck had to see more clearly. Even though she struggled against him, he pulled the shirt off completely. That was better! Now he could watch himself tweak and twist her nipples into hardness. He reached further under the sleeping bag and undid her belt, unzipped her zipper. Bunt pointed to the tab of the zipper on the sleeping bag, and Duck pulled that all the way down and around the bottom, then threw the whole thing open. In no time at all he had her pants off her legs. Once again, she was nakedly exposed. Oh, God!
Duck now ran his hands back up the sides of her curvaceous body, over the hour-glass curves of her waist and hips. His fingers kneaded her flesh hungrily as he watched his companion's thick sword of lust-inflated flesh fucking into Karen's widely stretched lips. It was an exciting picture, the now kneeling girl's helpless face being held tight between the two big hands, and a good sturdy prick forcing its way in and out between her red, straining lips as she groaned in submission between his legs below.
Karen Mikomo could feel the fingers crawling over her nakedly exposed body as her head rose up and down on the lust-thickened shaft protruding before her. She could see small tufts of blonde pubic hair curling out around the base where it left the opened fly. Her mind wandered in semi-awakened thought, nothing mattered anymore except to get this horrible ordeal over with, and to get it over with, she had to please her cruel tormentors. They would have to rest some time. Surely even men get tired of sex!
She began sucking to please, running her tongue wetly around and around the slimy lubricated head and flicking the tip teasingly into the tiny open slit of the moist gland until she could feel it throbbing as though it had a life of its own and would erupt at any moment into a great gushing fountain of sperm that would flow into her mouth and throat in a never ending stream of memory. Maybe she was dreaming this. It seemed that way. If so, it was a dream she could never forget as long as she lived. It would stay with her forever and forever, blotting out her chances for happiness until she died and her body had rotted in the grave. This was one dream she was not going to forget almost as soon as she woke up. Of that she was certain.
But maybe it wasn't a dream. Oh God, wouldn't it be wonderful to wake up and find that she was still on the train with Stan? And if that couldn't be, maybe she preferred being in the bed in the big house back there ... No. Even though it was obvious that Bunt and Duck were going to get the last bit of fuck they could out of her before she left, it was better to be free. The way she felt about men right now, it was even better than discovering she was still on the train! If only this woods were large enough, she thought hazily, she would run away and become a hermit for the rest of her life'
Her tortured, terribly tired mind droned on senselessly, the very helplessness of her position excusing away the weird masochistic sensations again arising erotically in her belly. It was impossible!
Slavishly, her head bobbed up and down over the blood-swollen shaft of flesh now, sucking to end it, sucking to draw the thick milky semen from it until she killed him. Bunt groaned and twisted above her, raining obscenities down at the top of her bobbing, black-haired head, and watching with delight the oval shaped lips straining at this bloated cock as though it were a stick of peppermint candy. Duck, too, played at her kneeling form like a sex-crazed fiend, running his hands brutally over the milky softness of her flesh, twisting and squeezing it until small red welts appeared behind the path of his hands wherever they touched. Groaning, he dropped the wetness of his lips to her naked back, slurping a path along her spine that sent shivers running to the tips of her laboring tits quivering under her kneeling body. They descended down toward the crack of her ass, which his hands had already pulled wide apart, his lingers curling down and rummaging in the wet slit of her cunt between the warm hair-lined lips that now throbbed involuntarily in time to the cock sliding in and out of her mouth.
From the wetness of her own cunt, he moistened the tip of his middle finger and slowly stroked it up the crack toward her tight, tiny ass-hole, mumbling incoherently in the excitement of having this young, voluptuous body to keep him amused out here in the God-forsaken woods. He loved watching her twist under the probing of his hands. The tip of his finger, slippery from her cuntal juices, circled teasingly around the tight nether ring guarding the entrance to her rectum for a moment and then with a sudden thrust sank deep inside.
Karen jerked forward from the unexpected digging pain and Bunt fucked up again, impaling her mouth deeper on the fleshy shaft until she felt as though it would choke her to death. She gagged slightly at the choking entry, struggling to regain her breath. It came in a great gasping sound as she sucked in her breath from the pressure of the long bony finger digging deep into her ass-hole. Grunts of protest escaped from around the tightness of her lips as he dug deeper and deeper expanding the tightness of her rectum until she thought she would faint from the cruel probe.
Her concentration on her skewered ass-hole was short-lived as she felt a sudden tightening of the hands holding her head down on the blood-engorged cock. Bunt's pelvis began jerking wildly and fucking the fleshy member deeper and deeper into her sucking mouth. She could feel it throbbing against the warm, slimy insides of her cheeks and tongue, and she knew this was it. He was going to cum in her mouth, the ultimate humiliation once again. But ... maybe then they would let her go back to sleep!
Oh, God, how she wanted to get it over with. She wanted to end the degradation that would take her one step closer to her goal of getting away. If only they would both go to sleep. She sucked hungrily, her mouth salivating as it never had before as Duck behind stretched and pulled at the-tight puckered ring of her rectum, chuckling his obscene observations lewdly to himself as he played at will in the white fleshy confines of her wet upturned crack.
Bunt groaned above her flailing head and fucked deep into her throat, holding her head in the prison of his heavy hands like a steel band. His cock began a sudden jerking motion and spewed with a vengeance the hot jets of his cum deep into her throat. Karen groaned as she continued sucking and her adam's apple bobbed in steady, rapid rhythm, swallowing the gushing sperm squirting hotly into the warm moistness of her mouth. She clasped her lips in a tight elastic ring around the jerking instrument, swirling her tongue around and around the throbbing head. She wanted to suck it so dry that he would never come near her again! If only she could suck it all out forever and ever! In her half awake state, his groans of pleasure sounded like pain and incited her to greater effort. It continued for almost eternity, and she thought it would never end until finally the hands clamped at the sides of her head fell away and the giant throbbing cock gave one last hot spurt of its depleted seminal fluid and stopped. The finger in her expanded rectum popped out. and Duck pushed her forward.
"Go on and lick him clean now," he commanded hoarsely.
Karen, mesmerized, followed his command quickly, anxious to end it ... if it could ever be ended! She began at the base where the tiny tufts of pubic hair protruded from his fly and began to lick around it twirling the tip of it with her tongue into the thin sticky streams that had escaped the tightness of her lips. She could feel it jerking slightly under the easing ministrations and licked to complete her degrading task before it sprang to life again. A moment later, it extended clear of all escaped cum, glistening and wet from her saliva. She watched, her eyes inches away, as it slowly deflated and sank to welcome softness.
"Your turn, Duck, old boy!" Bunt grinned at his serious friend.
There was an unmistakably cruel twinkle in Duck's eyes that sent a chill down Karen's spine when she turned to look at him. She never knew what to expect from this man. At least out here, she didn't have to worry about his machines!
"That tight little ass-hole," Duck suddenly said, "looks like it's never had any action. I think it's about time, don't you?"
Before Karen could resist or cry out in protest to the lewd proposal, she felt herself grasped tightly by the waist and lifted onto all fours from her former kneeling position. Her muscles were so exhausted and cramped that she would have collapsed had not they supported her until they could prop her with their own sleeping bags.
"W. . . what are you going to do?" Karen whimpered, turning her head back so that she could see Duck behind her.
"Oh, I'm just going to have a little fun, babe. Don't you worry," he grinned that strange mirthless smile that was his trademark. He grinned evilly as he unzipped his pants and dropped them to the ground. "I'm a maser of the rear end," he said.
Karen couldn't believe what he was proposing. She had prepared herself for anything now she thought. She would give them whatever they wanted, but this wasn't human. It wasn't right. He couldn't mean what he had just said. He was just trying to frighten her, trying to make her crawl and plead with him. My God, even the dog hadn't made love to her there!
Karen clenched her legs and ass tightly together behind her in reaction to the horrible thought. Both his and Bunt's lingers had violated her ass-hole before, and it had hurt. They would kiss her if they tried to ... to ... fuck her there!
"Did I ever tell you what a luscious ass you've got, babe?" Duck asked evilly.
Through a numb haze, Karen felt his bony hands opening her ass-cheeks, drawing the cheeks wide apart. She tried to hold them tensed together but the pressure of his thumbs inserted in the moist crack was too great. They were cruelly stretched away from each other until she could feel the cool air rushing into the hot interior between her legs.
"It's too tight," he gloated from his kneeling position behind her. "Better stretch it out a little."
She could feel the tip of his finger again at the entrance of her naked rectum, and she clenched the puckered tiny lips tight in a desperate effort to stop the cruel penetration she knew was coming. He probed for a moment on the outer edges of the small elastic circle and then shoved forward with a grin, sinking the finger with a jerk up to the first knuckle again. Karen jumped from the anticipated pain that was not as keen as she thought it would be. It was still stretched a bit from his probing while she had sucked Bunt a few moments ago. She relaxed slightly until suddenly she felt the extra pressure of another finger fuck unexpectedly in alongside the first. It hurt this time, and she jerked forward to escape its painful entry, her body moving a few inches up the bed, groaning as she did so.
"Oh, don't, please. It hurts." Tears of pain and humiliation ran from her cheeks again as the realization came to her that he had not been just talking. He was going to make love to her there. He was going' to plant that long thing fully up her virginal rectum in an unnatural act of love that she didn't know existed before. This was the ultimate humiliation and surrender, and flickering images if Stan came and went through her tortured mind. Oh, God, were there any more obscene and degrading ways possible for her body to be used?
She would never live through it. She could never face the world again after this horror and subjugation. Surely she would die. She cringed her crotch away from him, but it was useless. He planted the palm of his hand on the small of her back and pushed down tight, trapping her between the sleeping bag, the fingers digging cruelly into her ass-hole, expanding it mercilessly as he twisted and turned the fingers in the tight, narrow hole preparing it for his coming assault.
As suddenly as he had shoved the fingers in, he pulled them out of her. They seemed to slip out reluctantly, the elastic ring of the ass-hole clinging to them until they popped out with a slight sucking sound. He forced her legs wider with his knees, dropping his head to her ass-cheeks and licked wetly at the crack between them, moistening the tiny hole in preparation for the greater entry.
"Kneel up," he suddenly commanded, eager for the ultimate subjugation of her shaking body.
For a moment she hesitated and felt his hand on her hips jerking them down on the sleeping bags. Her ass was high in the air behind her, waving as in open invitation to the cruel ravishment about to begin. Her ass-hole throbbed in abject helplessness.
"Man, oh man, Duck, look at that hairless little thing bud," Bunt laughed lewdly.
His knees behind her pushed her thighs wider apart, the hair of his legs brushing hard against the insides of hers. She was held wide and helpless, completely at his mercy, and she bit down on her lower lip to keep back the tears of helpless frustration brimming to her eyes.
His hands grasped harshly at her hips, holding them steady in the air as she felt the long, thick cock impress itself in the moist naked split of her behind. She gasped from the first contact in surprise. It was huge! As big as the one she had been forced to so cruelly suck to completion a few minutes before. She hadn't expected it. It seemed sixty years since she had sucked that one! And she was still so sleepy! Anyway, one thing was certain, she could never take that in her rectum without ripping her belly in half! She jerked forward again attempting to move up the ground, away from it.
"Hold her shoulders!" Duck shouted at Bunt. "She's slipping away!"
Bunt's athletic hands quickly dug into her shoulders, pressing them hard and flat against the sleeping bags. She could not move. She was wide and helpless before the unnatural onslaught of the depraved man behind her. She could feel his hairy loins and his enormous searching prick probing hard into her upturned crotch.
His hands coursed down over her ass, his thumbs pressing on either side of the tiny puckered ass-hole stretching it wide. Then, she felt a probing between the thumbs that was sof and rubbery as first and then grew into a hard unresisting bluntness.
"Noooooooooooo! Pleeeeeeaaassssseeeee! Oooooooooohhhhhh, no!" she pleaded in a soul-shattering screech as she felt the tight resisting nether ring giving way before the unyielding pressure, the tip popping inside with a jerk.
"Hold her down, Bunt," Duck directed. "God, she's tight!"
Karen screamed and then groaned again, but the sounds echoed through the woods unheeded. There was no one to help her. By the time her voice would reach a house from this distance, anyone would think it were a screech owl! All that existed for her was the excruciating torture of her ass-hole from the beast behind and the cruel hands pressing her shoulders into the bedroll. There was no escape from the horror and degradation of the depraved attack on her helpless body. The blunt intrusion of Duck's blood-thickened cock vibrated through every fiber of her being, pushing the soft rubbery flesh inside of her widely stretched anal hole in great waves of pain before it. It filled her backside ceaselessly as though she were being impaled on the trunk of one of the great oaks around them. She grunted in submission, her eyes opened wide in torment until suddenly she felt the coarse hair of his loins smack heavily into the softness of her ass-cheeks. The cruel fleshy thickness was buried to the hilt.
Groaning in anguish, Karen hung on the end of the stone-hard cock like a pig on a giant roasting spit. She wanted to fart from the pressure, but she couldn't. The huge cudgel blocked her hole like the bung of a barrel.
Duck, muttering obscenities behind her and gasping with sadistic pleasure began to fuck rhythmically and without mercy deep into the soft depths of her back hole bringing further sobs of pain and misery from her tortured lips. She had never felt so soiled and debauched in her life and her whole behind felt wet and used as the bony, frightening Duck behind her levered up on his knees and began to lunge the full length of his blood-engorged punishing rod into her with long smooth fucking strokes. It pulled tiny ridges of her pink, clasping flesh out with the base of his prick as it withdrew for another vicious lunge inside. She was aware dimly of Bunt chuckling to himself and pushing back hard on her shoulders with each fuck the rampaging cock made into her exposed ass, trapping her servile kneeling body between the skewering from behind and his hands in front. She was hopelessly held in the kneeling position, painfully bent like an errant slave before its cruel master.
Her body jerked and quivered and her thighs, released now that her resistance was broken, periodically convulsed as an extra hard thrust seared into her tortured ass-hole. She could hear his grunts of pleasure floating through the silence of the woods around them and hated herself and her body for the joy it was giving him though there was nothing she could do about it. She wanted to destroy him, to kill him for the degradation and humiliation he was heaping upon her against her will. In spite of her pain, she clasped tight her anal muscles trying to rip the fucking column of flesh from his body.
"Aaaauuuuuugggggghhhhhh," he groaned. "God, it's tight! I can't stand it," he groaned again, throwing his head back in ecstasy from the warm clasping flesh enveloping it. She couldn't stand for the indecent sodomizing of her rectum to continue much longer, even though the pain was lessening now. The humiliation was too great. Kneeling in total submission before the lewd eyes of the two men slaving over her body and the thousand eyes she was beginning to see in her imagination, eyes from the past and the future, hiding behind the trees, the eyes of the conscience she would long have ever after, was too much for her tormented mind to absorb. She had to end it. She had to! She prayed for the strength to please them.
She began to move backward to meet the forward thrust of his cock, undulating her body and swinging her ass-cheeks in tiny rotating circles, clasping it tightly with the slight throb of her rectum on the out-stroke. Bunt above watched the reddish pink skin of the tiny round hole draw back with his cock and felt the sudden voluntary movements of her ass before him.
"Let her go, man!" Duck said to Bunt. "She's ready to fuck."
Bunt groaned again and surged into her with renewed power. He knew she was his to do as he wished now. She was a slave kneeling before him prepared to follow his every wish and command. There was no resistance left in this innocent young bride impaled on his lewdly inflated cock. He would give it to her now as she had never had it before, and she would love it. She was loving it already, he could see as he watched the movement of her ass and the arching hollows of her back as she worked and ground back into him like a female demon, her long black hair falling over her face and around her neck and back as she squirmed lewdly in front of him.
Her face rolled from side to side on the bedroll and he could see it flushing red from the intensity of her effort, her amber eyes wide in unseeing entrapment in the final quest for fulfillment. She bucked and churned her body beneath him, feeling he was nearing the end. She grunted and groaned with him, encouraging and pleading with the motions of her ass-cheeks for him to end it and to fill her ass with the hot sperm of his orgasm.
Sensing her frantic need, Duck began to fuck rapidly into her, hard and deep, battering her quivering ass with his pelvis. He gripped the tops of her thighs with his fingers, squeezing with all his strength to pull her back over his expanding cock like slipping a sleeve over an over-sized arm. His eyes bulged wide at the spectacle of her young body bucking before him and the sadistic desire to hurt rippled through his as he jogged forward with a mighty thrust that fucked up her stretched ass-hole like searing fire.
"Aaaaauuuuuuuuuuggggggghhhhhhhh!" she groaned piteously. He flicked again deeper. "Aaaaaauuuuuuugggggghhhhhhhhh!"
With the last half groan, half scream, Karen Mikomo could feel in her agony the giant tormenting staff begin to grow and expand until she thought it would never stop. It was killing her! It was stretching the muscles of her ass-hole beyond all human endurance.
"Oh, God, cum! Cum! For God's sake, cum!" she grunted in pain and masochistic pleasure and fucked back against him wildly. At least it was better than his usual methods, she thought, surprising herself with such thoughts! She was remembering the machines, and thinking that she would rather be fucked in the ass than by a machine!
Duck gasped above her, incoherent words sputtering, and shoved forward with a mighty thrust that almost tore through the walls of her quivering belly and shuddered his hot, thick cum in wave after wave into the depths of her rectum. She knelt in front of him, ass-cheeks still waving high in the air, and pressed tight back against his hairy loins as he poured his sperm deep inside her ass-hole, filling her soft rectum to the bursting point with warm, sticky wetness. He groaned with delight and collapsed over her body flattening her to the ground.
After awhile she felt his weight lifting from her and the softness of his deflated prick slip with a wet sucking noise from the confines of her flooded, expanded ass-hole. She felt wet and a slight soreness there but nothing like the horror of the beginning. She was no longer a virgin anywhere anymore, and surely there was nothing left for them to do to her. She had had it all! They had debauched and humiliated her in every way possible now, and she could never forget it. The next question was going to be ... Stan.
Right now, she had cum so many times she felt dehydrated and was certain she would be like that for months, maybe years to come. She had been used and abused in every hole in her body in every possible way it was to think of ... as far as she knew. There could be nothing else! She had been fucked by machine and by man. She had even been fucked by a dog. And the way she felt right now after the treatment she had had in the hands of the men, she preferred the dog any day!
"My turn again," Bunt said brightly.
"Oh, nooooooo," she moaned. She wasn't hungry. She just wanted to sleep, but she knew it would do no good to tell them she needed the sleep. "What about having something to eat?" she pleaded. "Aren't you hungry? Isn't there any coffee or anything?"
She had mentioned the coffee hoping that one of them would be enough addicted to the brew to begin hunger pangs, and that's exactly what happened.
"Yeah, you can wait till we eat something, can't you?" Duck asked Bunt. "Let's start a fire and put on the coffee pot."
"Just don't use too much water," Bunt said "We're going to have to keep going all the way back for water, you know. Whoever cooked up this brainy idea never thought of that!"
"Me, neither," shrugged Duck. "Are you sure there ain't a river or a well or something nearer on your map?"
Bunt hauled the map out of his shirt pocket. Meanwhile, Karen was trying to understand why they would be going back for water.
"Aren't we running away?" she asked naively.
Neither of the men answered her. They pretended not to hear. Bunt was studying a small hand drawn map of the area. Duck was digging a shallow hole in the dirt with his hand. Then he started lining the sides with stones.
"Hey," he told her. "Make yourself useful and get some wood for the fire."
Quickly she got back into the over-sized khaki outfit they had brought her. This was her first chance in a long time to do something besides fuck and she wasn't going to miss it by pressing a question that might anger them. She would ask the question again later.
The sun had come up quickly, and the little clearing where the three of them had camped was bathed in a warm glow of golden light. Karen began to wake up at last as she scurried around the area looking for twigs and sticks.
"Get us a good sized log, too," Bunt said.
"Something that'll burn awhile."
Karen did as she was told, and after Duck had the fire going, she tried again. "I thought we were running away," she said. "Won't you be caught if you return for water?" Something else occurred to her about then, too. With all those dogs, who could get far enough away to avoid capture? Surely the dogs could be used to hunt a man down!
"We'll explain later," Bunt said bluntly. Then he turned to Duck. "There's no water marked on the map. No river here. Do you think they just might not have put it down?"
"We'll have to ask," Duck muttered. "Here, have some coffee."
He handed Karen a small opened can of ground coffee and a tin pot. "Do you know how much to use for three cups?" he asked. "It's drip. That's what this water's heating for." He was only then lighting a fire in his homemade fire pit. A small can of water was sitting on a flat stone near the log.
While Karen made coffee, Duck brought bread from one of their knapsacks. He also took out a fork. "I'm going to toast mine over the fire," he announced. Both men looked as though they were trying to avoid further questions.
They were not running away at all, Karen deduced. She couldn't imagine why they were here or why they had brought her with them, but it looked as though whatever the truth was, they were not going to share it with her. The whole idea of eating suddenly went sour for her. Disappointment cut into the morning just as though a cloud had covered the sun. She nibbled steadily on a piece of bread, but it was very difficult to swallow. She felt as though there was a large cotton ball in her throat. She wished the water would hurry and boil for the coffee. It would undoubtedly help to be able to dip the bread in liquid.
"Christ, this coffee's never going to be ready. Come on," Bunt said. "We've got time for a little fuck or two."
Meanwhile, Karen was looking around the clearing. She couldn't see any guns! She was almost sure that the Revolutionaries only had rifles, but she could see nothing large enough to hide them except the sleeping bags, and she had been kneeling on those herself. Still, she thought she better check them to make doubly sure. Paying no attention to Bunt, Karen left the fire for a moment and picked up each bag one by one, fluffing it out and folding it, pretending to be taking care of them instead of searching them. Bunt, watching her, held his peace. He figured she was stalling him. There were only three bags, though. How long could she stall? He sat on his haunches, amused.
There were certainly no guns that she could see, at least right away. But they were there, and quite by accident, as she was returning to the fire, she caught sight of one leaning on the back of a tree at the edge of the clearing. Of course, they could control her without recourse to weapons, but if they didn't hide their weapons, very possibly she might use one to control them! But where was the other one? She saw one, but there had to be two!
"You ready?" Bunt asked. Karen looked pleadingly at Duck.
"Let her rest a minute, Bunt," Duck said gruffly. He didn't like to show signs of weakness, but, God, the way they were going at her, they'd be lucky if they didn't kill her.
"Aaawwwww rest!" Bunt retorted. He got up from his crouch and grabbed Karen by the upper arm, his fingers digging into her soft, khaki-covered flesh.
Karen screamed then, a shrill, piercing scream because for the first time, she didn't feel frightened. It was, in fact, the moment when Bunt grabbed her arm and started to swing her toward him, that she saw the other gun behind another tree a little farther away from the first. Already her mind got to work, trying to compose some kind of workable plan to get at those guns. She would have to control both of them naturally. She didn't dare rely on only one.
Duck jumped up when she screamed. "Hey, don't let her do that! Leave her be, Bunt! God, ain't enough enough?"
"No one goes out looking for a screech owl. They couldn't even hear that from the town. Only one's would hear it are back to the house or posted out somewhere like us! No one would hear it who would bother." Bunt was saying all this for her benefit, too, Karen was sure. But he was also right. That she knew. Perhaps it was just as well. She hadn't stopped to think that they would very-likely kill her and run if they thought they were going to be caught.
Back at the house, the cook said to the Revolutionary who was at that moment being served his morning oatmeal, "Will you listen to that screech owl! Big bird." The cook finished filling the plate, and the man carried it away. Only one pair of ears perked up at that scream. Only one brain did not believe that it came from a screech owl. In fact, the big black dog knew exactly who had screamed, but he was penned up, waiting for his breakfast. Nervously he paced the dog run back and forth, back and forth. Finally the trainer appeared with a large bucket of dry food, which he always gave the dogs in the morning for their teeth. The dogs loved it. They fought over it. But they did not turn away ... usually. This morning, the minute the trainer casually opened the gate as usual, one of his well-trained dogs bounded over him, knocking him down, and disappeared into the woods so fast no one saw him go!
The dog headed straight for the direction of the scream, helped immensely by the strong human scent that all three had left behind them, as clear a path as a cement walk would have been ... to the dog.
Duck and Karen had won a stay from Bunt, nevertheless, and by the time the big black German shepherd was upon them, they were sitting around with their coffee, Bunt in lascivious anticipation, Duck in stolidly hidden amusement, and Karen in fear and trembling. Her cup jiggled but the sign was not missed on the men.
Then suddenly there was a big black monster upon them. Some huge beast, a bear, probably. The coffee went flying. Bunt being the first chased, stumbled blindly toward the woods and disappeared. Both Karen and Duck each went for a gun, but when Duck turned to get the bear, Karen called.
"Don't shoot, Duck, or you're dead!" she yelled through gritted teeth.
In surprise, the bony Revolutionary looked at her, automatically lowering his gun just enough to be caught unawares by the speedy heavy shepherd, who had the man down before he knew what hit him. Karen, too, was swift. She ran for the second gun and picked it right out of Duck's right hand where he went down grasping it. The dog stood before him, his teeth bared, looking to Karen for directions.
"I think you better take off like Bunt did," she said. "That-a-way!" Duck took one look at the waiting dog and did what he was told.
Karen looked around. All of the coffee was spilled. She started to put the guns down, her mind on making a fresh pot and maybe getting some sleep. She could not do for better protection.
"You're a good friend," she told the dog. "Thank you very much!" They looked at each other for awhile. "Come on and sit down, boy! Maybe I can find something in the knapsack you can eat, too." She reached for the bundle to look around, but the dog would not budge. Instead he began to whine and pace away in the opposite direction from which he had come.
"What is it, boy?" she asked, puzzled.
The dog whined louder and paced more rapidly back and forth. Finally, Karen realized that he wanted her to go with him and in a hurry. "Can't it wait?" she asked softly. She was still tired.
But as the dog continued to whine and pace, Karen was suddenly struck with the realization that he was not the only dog in the kennel. It was entirely possible that a search party might be sent out to look for him. Somehow he had gotten away, but such dogs were too valuable to be let go without a search. She was sure of that. The question that haunted her, however, was whether or not she really wanted to get away. After all, her husband was back in the house. Yet the minute she thought of Stan, she thought of the redhead he had been fucking in the very next room to hers. She thought of the number of times he must have heard a scream, but not once had he raised his voice or banged his fist on the connecting door in protest. Yet the dog had heard her all the way from the house, had somehow managed to get away, and had found and saved her from God-knows-what Bunt had in mind this time!
Surely there was some kind of loyalty reason to return to her husband in spite of everything, but was he her husband? Maybe marriage was not a slip of paper, after all. Maybe, she thought, chuckling to herself, she was married to a sex-machine! And maybe, she thought, too, looking at her knight in shining black armor, panting and waiting for her at the edge of the little clearing, she was married to a dog. Maybe, after all her experiences with so many lovers, she had a choice. Smiling, picking up one of the guns and the knapsack, pots and pans and all, she followed the big black German shepherd into the woods.
