The onset of puberty inevitably brings with it the dawning awareness of sexuality, of a child's inherent masculinity or femininity, and the struggle to put that sexuality into proper perspective with internalized standards and parentally prescribed teachings.
For some, the transition occurs with relative ease. For others, the change is marked by tension and anxiety, and a growing awareness that their world is not shaping up as expected.
For Wendy Harris, a young girl experimenting with her newly awakened sexuality, the change from childhood to woman hood is difficult and filled with anxiety. In her confusion about her sexual nature and true desires, she finds herself hurried along by a weekend of rape, torture and degradation.
A SCHOOLGIRL FOR SLAVERY is the story of young girls searching for the meaning of sex, struggling to mature, and then finding themselves abused at a time when tenderness is most essential. It is a novel about the difficult transitional period through which we must all go.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Wendy Harris felt funny. The mud sucked obscenely at her feet, threatening to hold her prisoner. She struggled forward, conscious of Mr. Bernard's hand hovering near her, ready to touch her at any second. He was only being helpful, the blonde teenager thought.
But something told her otherwise.
The pressure of his fingers on her sensitive tits, on her ass or pushing her skirt between her legs to rub his palms over her pert little ass that wasn't being helpful. She had seen in him the makings of a seducer, one of those men she'd read about plenty of times in romance novels. Even in biology class, she had felt his eyes watching her, making the tips of her tits so hard they nearly poked through her bra. Her cunt would move like a small frightened animal, the full, flexible cuntlips curling and trembling while her clit popped to the surface. Alice Farraday, Wendy's brunette friend, had told her terrible things about this man. Wendy couldn't believe the way her friend had acted, almost throwing herself at his feet.
Even now, Wendy thought about the way the handsome teacher had stared at her, undressed her. It was wrong, but now her body tensed and she yearned for the furtive touching to go further.
"Okay, I think we're all right now," the man said.
Perhaps it had been the nearness of her death. Mr. Bernard had said nothing to reassure her, and the overturning of the Land Rover had scared her more than she wanted to admit. Looking around, she wasn't reassured by the expanse of desolate terrain surrounding them. It was already growing dark. Long shadows crawled over the bleached desert sand as the stillness pressed in against the small terrified group. They were miles from the rest of the class. Would they be found? Wendy shivered. One river in the entire desert, and they had to have fallen into it!
Alice was pretending to be shaken as she leaned heavily against the handsome biology teacher.
"Sit here," he said to Wendy.
She was happy to comply. It had taken a lot out of her scrambling from under the overturned vehicle while feeling Mr. Bernard's fingers on her thighs and on her ass. She knew he was trying to help her. But those hands stayed around her pussy and asshole just a little bit too long, Wendy thought, blushing furiously when she remembered the electric thrill that had raced through her at his touch.
She shook that from her mind. Concentrate on the present, she told herself, staring at the red mud that squished up between her thighs. It was cold and clammy, contrasting with the hot dry air surrounding them. It would dry soon, caking her nice jersey and slacks. She fought back the hot tears burning in her eyes. No. She wouldn't cry. She had to be strong.
They would be found soon. The others would be missing them and start looking for them. Wendy tried not to think of all those stories she'd ready recently in the Los Angeles newspapers, stories about gangs of criminals hiding out in the desert, escaping the eyes of the city police.
Raising her eyes, she looked at the rover, still upside down, the wheels sticking straight up like the legs of a dead animal. Wendy smiled grimly, standing up once more and slipping on the dirt. The mud and water under her skirt dribbled down the insides of her thighs like piss. She wished they had something to wipe with. But already the mud was drying on her arms.
"Come on, girls. I think if we get back to the road over there we might be able to find someone."
Mr. Bernard looked back at the two trembling teenagers following him reluctantly. He knew this was a chance to be a hero. And with a little luck, he might taste something else besides heroism. He was alone here, alone with these two young girls. He'd seen Alice's advances, but wondered about Wendy.
He licked his lips and tasted the mud, but thought about his tongue sliding up the blonde's pussy. With a little luck they would stay overnight and the three of them could snuggle together. He knew how cold it got in the desert at night. He would warm them up, rolling back and forth between them all night, fucking his cock into one soft pussy and then into the other, sucking tit and getting his prick sucked while he fingered two young slippery cunts.
"Mr. Bernard!" Wendy gasped.
She shrank away from him, feeling his hand cupping her asscheeks, and one finger pressing into her hot little asscrack. He pretended nothing had happened, pulling his hand away as she scrambled over a small ridge and found herself on the narrow dirt road. Pushing the wispy blonde hair from her eyes, Wendy saw it was close to sundown. She shuddered. Where would they sleep? What would they eat? Her stomach was growling already. Alice came up behind her and giggled.
"Do you think we'll be here all night?" the brunette asked.
"Don't even think it!"
Wendy looked back at the big man coming up behind them and thought about rape. He wouldn't be beyond that.
"Let's keep walking," he suggested.
Wendy pretended not to listen to the talk between Alice and Mr. Bernard that was getting more and more intimate. The growing darkness seemed to quiet their voices until Wendy could only hear murmuring behind her.
"Oh, let's sit down for a while," Alice said, finding a small rock under a rotting Juniper tree. "I'm tired."
Wendy was tired too, her feet aching from the long walk. She was dead tired and a little bruised from the accident. Against her better judgment, the girl slid down next to the teacher as did Alice on the other side. At first, she was oblivious to everything but the working of her lungs and the stillness of the Mojave desert around them. Then she heard the soft giggle of the brunette.
Curiously, she opened her eyes and looked. Mr. Bernard's back was turned to her. Alice giggled again. Wendy's heart was beating as she leaned forward to see what was happening. She gasped, realizing that one of Mr. Bernard's hands was under Alice's skirt. The girl looked happy, her cheeks flushed while her lips were parted just a bit. Wendy moved away softly, wishing she could run off into the sunset and never set eyes on them again!
"Come on, Alice!" the man urged. "But ... Wendy."
Mr. Bernard turned his head, flashing those brilliant white teeth of his under his mustache. His eyes were burning, mocking, inviting. Wendy felt a hot flash rush through her cunt, making her full cuntlips pucker against one another while her nipples seemed more sensitive and itchy then ever. She felt riveted to the spot.
"She can watch if she wants to. I don't think she'll report us-will you, Wendy?"
The girl couldn't find her voice. She felt paralyzed.
Alice slipped farther down the tree trunk. Her skirt was up to her waist now. And there was Mr. Bernard, turning back to Wendy, sliding his finger in and out of the girl's tight, swollen cunt. Wendy's eyes widened, her breathing becoming raspy and uneven as she saw Alice's thick cuntal bush penetrated again and again by that slick, sliding finger. Mr. Bernard was kissing the side of her throat, tonguing her ear, making Alice start to move her ass in soft, fucking movements. Her knees were moving back and forth, her thighs trembling while her fingers dug into the dry desert dirt.
Wendy couldn't believe this was happening u right under her frightened eyes. But yes, she saw her friend's fluffy brown cuntal hair curling around the teacher's hand as he finger-fucked her.
"Come on, baby, come on!" Mr. Bernard cooed, biting the girl's earlobe.
His free hand fumbled with his fly, unbuttoning his torn black trousers. Alice was panting heavily. He was going to expose himself right there, right there in front of them both!
Wendy couldn't turn her face away from them. His prick was out, a long, thick thing ribbed with dark-blue veins. It was the first time Wendy had ever seen a man's prick like that stiff thick, pulsing! It obviously wasn't the first time Alice had, although the brunette seemed impressed by the size. It was a cock Wendy thought belonged between the hindquarters of a donkey and not between the legs of a man. That double-lobed cockhead had to be at least two inches across! Could something like that fit into a woman's pussy without hurting her? Could something like that fit into her own tight virgin pussy? Wendy reddened, hating herself for that thought. She was a good girl, not a slut like Alice.
"Do it, baby, do it...."
They were whispering now. Wendy wondered what he was telling Alice to do. Mr. Bernard had turned some more, blocking her view. She had to know what was happening. She could hear her friend gurgling, see her wiggling her naked ass in the dirt. The teacher was on his knees, and he moved forward until his prickhead was slipping back and forth on the girl's lips.
Wendy froze in shock.
Alice's mouth opened and Mr. Bernard's prick slipped in, making the girl's cheeks puff out. She was taking his ... his cock in her mouth, sucking, bobbing her head back and forth while she kept her eyes shut. Wendy put one hand to her throat, swallowing down a lump of fear, feeling a warm shudder ripple through her thighs. Mr. Bernard had his hands still between Alice's legs, massaging her cunt, moving his fingers back and forth over her pussy until they became slick with her hot running pussy juice.
Wendy turned away, catching her breath, then turning around and watching them again. Mr. Bernard's prick sank into her friend's mouth. And Wendy could tell that Alice was sucking his cock in deeper and deeper. She could see the softness of Alice's lips pillowing around the fat cockshaft. Wendy lay heavily against the tree trunk, feeling a little tired, wishing in a perverse way that Mr. Bernard would tire of Alice and start in on her.
"Oh, God!" Mr. Bernard gasped.
By then the teacher's hips were sawing back and forth, back and forth, each movement driving his prick deeper into the girl's eager, sucking mouth. He had both hands around the back of Alice's head now, guiding her speed, fondling her long brown hair while he kept fucking his prick into her mouth.
Wendy spread her legs, feeling a hot itchiness engulf her cunt. Secretly, she opened her slacks, pushing them down around her knees, sliding her fingers under the elastic legbands of her panties until they were touching her red-hot cunt. She started pumping her ass back and forth, up and down, letting her fingertips just graze the tiny bulge of her blood-filled clit. Immediately, a rush of unfamiliar thrills made her head swim. Her thighs felt like they were on fire, and even the places between her toes tingled. She shut her eyes, the feel of the dirt under her ass prickling her to a bouncy fucking rhythm. She spread her legs wider, glancing at the couple every now and then. She was licking her lips and panting.
Mr. Bernard was screwing his hips around a lot, churning his cock around and around in the girl's sucking mouth. He pulled almost all the way out, then lunged back in. He curled the fingers of one hand in the brunette's hair, pulling and tugging at it while her hot mouth greased his prick faster and faster.
The girl was rolling her eyes wildly now. But Mr. Bernard wouldn't let go of her hair. It was obvious he was going to use her mouth to take in all his jizz. Wendy felt paralyzed with heat. She couldn't move. Perhaps Alice was having second thoughts about taking a man's jizz in her throat. But that was her problem. She'd started it.
Alice had her hands pressed up against Mr. Bernard's thighs now. His body was swaying drunkenly from side to side. Wendy frowned. The strange, convulsive way the two of them were moving seemed scary, weird. Her legs bent at the knee, then flopped down loosely as she watched the two of them. Alice was struggling backward, muttering something about not wanting cum in her mouth. But Mr. Bernard's fat, long cock was blurring most of the girl's words.
He said something to console her, ramming his big cock deep into the girl's mouth, so deeply Wendy could see the bulge in Alice's throat. Then he turned around and gave Wendy a hot look, catching her in the act of finger-fucking herself. He stretched out his free hand, curling his fingers, beckoning her to move over so he could stroke her cunt. Wendy felt herself burning up inside, shamed that the teacher had caught her, inflamed with the idea that he wanted to fuck her while getting sucked off by her friend.
"Yeah, baby, yeah...."
He turned his attention back to Alice, who was really working her mouth over his prick. Wendy could hear the slick, slurping sounds all the way from where she was. She felt her cunt aching as she wondered what it would feel like having that cock in her mouth, banging against the back of her throat.
Against her will, Wendy found herself licking her lips, feeling her jaw stretching while her cheeks seemed to puff out. Her cunt was swollen, red around the edges of her pussylips as she matched her finger-fucking with the speed and rhythm of Mr. Bernard's fucking. She could see Alice's face growing flushed, swollen. Yes, yes, her friend was enjoying that, having her face fucked by that hard lump of cockmeat stabbing again and again into her mouth.
She knew Alice was having the time of her life as she worked her fingers harder and harder at her own throbbing pussy. She felt her excitement peaking, her thighs trembling while her ass jerked up from the ground and hung there in the air. Her fingers were working around the edges now while her thumb strummed her clit. It was so hard to breathe! Alice's moans and cock-sucking sounds were drowned out slowly by the sound of her own pulse in her ears.
"Ahhhhh!"
Wendy let out a sharp cry, her legs drumming the dirt under her. Her cunt was so wet. She hadn't been this excited before, not even while fantasizing about boys in bed and touching herself under the sheets.
Mr. Bernard was grunting, driving his hips forward, his hands clamped now on both sides of Alice's skull. The girl was sucking hard, her cheeks sunken around his driving prick. And then the big man was heaving his hips. Wendy could hear Alice coughing and strangling. Wendy thrashed her hips around wildly, her fingertips pushing into her tumid cuntmeat, touching the thin membrane of her cherry. Mr.
Bernard was shooting his cum-load into Alice's mouth, cumming in her throat, just as she had begged him not to! She could see the white spray of his jizz foaming around the corners of Alice's cock-stretched lips, dribbling down her chin as she coughed and grunted in protest.
At the same time, Wendy climaxed, her ass bouncing up and down, trembling, shivering as she felt as if she were coming apart deep inside. The orgasm was so strong it hurt her as she rolled her ass around and watched Mr. Bernard finishing his mouth-fucking.
Wendy fell against Mr. Bernard, her right tit pressing against his shoulder. It was like having a hot iron laid against her nipple. The shock ran through her and ignited the afterglow of her climax into another wild orgasm.
"I see it's your turn now," Mr. Bernard said calmly as Alice rolled away, spitting cum, coughing, her knees drawn up to her chin.
"No, please, don't...."
Wendy trembled as she felt his big hands rest hotly on her thighs, stretching them apart even though the girl tried to draw her knees together.
Her cunt was still raw and swollen, the cuntlips puffy, folded over one another while her fluffy blonde pussy hair glistened with juice.
His prick was still jutting straight out of his groin, wet with her friend's spit, the cockhead pulsing. Could a man do it twice? Was he going to rape her? Was he going to take her cherry? Wendy tried crawfishing back, her arms stretched behind her as she begged the teacher to let her go.
But Mr. Bernard dove down between Wendy's thighs, fitting his mouth to her cunt and wiggling his tongue into her hot, musky fuck-hole.
"Uhhhhh!"
Wendy came apart, collapsing flat onto the hot desert ground and shivering as if she were consumed by a fever. She felt the forbidden rub of his mustache against her pussy while his tongue was licking deep, deep into her pussy. He was touching all those hot, sensitive spots while his hands still pushed her long legs apart. Her tits heaved as he moved his head from side to side, scouring out her hot little cunthole. The tickling of his tongue was so much more delicate than anything she had ever felt down there. And how his tongue fucked into her pussy, reaching down, down to her cherry! Then she felt him rimming the opening of her cuntal mouth, the tip of his tongue barely grazing the hot, throb bing pussy flesh.
"Oh, no, don't ... Mr. Bernard, please don't do that to my...."
"Your cunt? Why don't you say it?" he asked, raising his head up for one moment, then diving back down and licking into her cunt.
Wendy couldn't say anything at this point. She clung to him, whimpering as she fed her pussy into his mouth. And then he began licking into her hot clit folds, touching them again and again until she pushed her crotch against his face. She wanted more tongue fucking up in her cunt. The girl was crazy with fuck-lust now.
"You two are ... are depraved."
It was Alice standing there, watching them, her face still contorted with lust.
"Ohhhhh!" Wendy gasped, exploding under that wriggling tongue, her legs kicking up in the air while her fingers clawed at anything in reach. "This is awful!"
"Hey, baby, it ain't awful at all," a strange male voice said.
The three of them froze as if bullets had begun to rain on all sides.
They were surrounded by at least ten men. All of them were dirty, clothed in filthy jeans and sleazy-looking T-shirts. A few had bandanas to keep back their long, dirty hair.
The newspaper reports of gangs hiding out in the desert flashed through Wendy's mind once again as her cunt clamped in terror. It was one of those gangs, those hideous young roughnecks, and they looked so wild! The sight of them made Wendy's blood run cold!
CHAPTER TWO
"Now look boys, our Land Rover overturned back there. We were looking for help...."
"Yeah, yeah, we saw it back there. Figured somebody'd be stumblin' around out here," the leader said. "Now, why don't you get your dick back in your pants, man. You don't want to have it burnin' up in the sun."
Wendy jerked her slacks and panties up, flushing beet red while Alice drew near to her and shivered. The girls were terrified, hoping against hope someone decent would come by on the road now and spot them.
"Why don't you come with us? We've got food back there. We'll help you out," the leader said, licking his thick lips as he stared at the two young girls.
Mr. Bernard looked uneasy, standing up and adjusting his softening prick in his pants. "If it's all right with you, we'll keep on walking. We should get to a town soon. Besides, we've got a group behind us. They're probably looking for the Rover right now."
"Hey, Dirk. The dude doesn't want us around," a tall, skinny blond guy called out.
Dirk frowned. What happened next was a blur, a horrible smear as she and Alice fought back the screams exploding in their throats. Wendy's eyes widened as she watched Dirk snap a fisted arm forward, catching Mr. Bernard by surprise and knocking him backward onto the ground. He landed with a sickening thud, moaning and rolling to one side.
The blonde teenager felt a scream building up inside her. Her nostrils flared wide, dragging in air as she elbow-crawled backward, with Alice following. Two of the men walked around the leader, standing on either side of Mr. Bernard.
At a silent signal, they began tramping the teacher, bringing their boots down again and again against his belly, his thighs, his arms, abusing him horribly while the girls clung to one another in wide-eyed terror.
They finally stopped, Dirk looking at Alice and Wendy, his sunken eyes narrowing with pleasure.
"We don't take well to having our hospitality refused," he said mockingly, wiping his dirty, hairy hand across his lips. The guy's thick black beard made him look even more ferocious.
Wendy could hear Mr. Bernard moaning on the ground. She wanted to rush to him, to try to help him. But she was afraid to make one move. Dirk walked up to Mr. Bernard, nudged him with one boot. And when the man let out a groan, he hammered his foot hard into his belly. Mr. Bernard let out a hellish yowl, then went silent.
"You killed him!" Wendy screamed. She was numb with fright, horrified at what she'd seen. She and Alice would be next, kicked to death like Mr. Bernard ... or worse!
"Get up," Dick said to Wendy.
Wendy scrambled to her feet, feeling Alice's fingers digging into her upper arms. Her knees knocked against one another as Dirk walked up to her slowly.
"So, you like gettin' your cunt licked, eh, baby? And I saw that one suckin' dick like it was goin' outta style. I think we can help you two out with enough cock to satisfy you."
"No! No! That was a mistake. That was ... uh!"
Wendy's hysterical pleas were cut off with a sharp blow to the side of her head. She felt the smashing fist, felt the fingers crushing her skull as she staggerd to the left and felt her knees turning to rubber. Alice was still holding onto her, screaming as two men gripped her around the shoulders and tore her away. Wendy tried getting back on her feet. But Dirk came up, bringing his knee up and striking her hard under the chin.
The teenager let out another sharp cry, falling backward onto the dirt, sprawling on her back, her knees raised slightly. When she tried getting up on her elbows, Wendy felt something hard pressing against her throat. Blinking her eyes clear, she saw it was Dirk's boot. He was pressing the heel against her windpipe, pushing down while twisting it slowly. She could feel the hard, filthy leather grinding against her delicate throat, preventing her from sucking in any air.
"Now, we're not gonna have any trouble from you, right? We're gonna play nice, you and your little friend, right?"
She could hear Alice sobbing and screaming, then hear the sounds of tearing clothes. Dirk pressed down again, nearly crushing her windpipe. Wendy's face reddened then blanched, her tongue wriggling out from between her lips while her eyes rolled wildly. She made a hissing sound, hoping that Dirk would interpret that as a yes.
He did. Releasing the girl, he reached down and gathered a fistful of her blonde hair in his hand, jerking her head up. Wendy let out a sharp cry, feeling the tearing sensation in her scalp. Still, the girl did nothing to put off the big stud, remaining quiet while he dragged her back to Mr. Bernard and dropped her to one side of the quiet teacher.
Thank God, she thought, seeing the teacher's chest rising and falling. They hadn't killed him after all.
Alice was bent over, covering her cunt and tits as best she could with her arms and hands, her clothes having been ripped from her body.
Some of the guys were behind her, slapping her naked shivering asscheeks so hard they reddened. Wheeling around and screaming, the young brunette looked like a frightened animal, cornered, desperately searching for a way out.
One tall black-haired young man stepped behind her and wrapped an arm around her throat, dragging her back while sliding his free hand over her thighs, and jamming three fingers into her cunt. Alice squeaked, her legs flying out and kicking up. They were all laughing at her as the brute sawed his fingers in her cunt, then drew the shrieking girl down onto the hard ground with a thud.
"Leave her alone!" Wendy cried, curling her fingers into two fists and looking hatefully at the men surrounding her.
Dirk walked over to her and stopped, glancing around.
"You! Jim! Come on over here and gag this bitch!"
Alice was crumpled on the ground, too engrossed in her own pain and terror to say one word. Wendy shrank back at the sound of the awful words. The tall skinny blond guy called Jim grinned, exposing crooked teeth tainted badly by tobacco. The fact that he would touch her at all made the girl sick. Wendy crawfished back, feeling the slick rub of her cuntlips against one another while her naked thighs scraped over the dry ground. Just as a scream exploded from her mouth, Jim shoved a filthy handkerchief between her lips. She struggled, kicking at him until an open-handed slap at her temple stunned the teenager into immobility.
The blow rattled her mind. Wendy felt she couldn't think properly. It was as if she watched herself, unable to move while the crazy bastards kicked at the unconscious Mr. Bernard and Jim fixed the gag to her skull.
It grew very quiet then, the only sound being Alice's sobbing filtering into the darkening evening air. Dirk smiled at Wendy, and she shrank back once more from him, fearing what he would do to her.
"Hold the bitch wide open," Dirk said.
Jim and another fellow grinned, grabbing her legs and holding her spread-eagled, keeping her heels pressed against the warm ground. Wendy moved her head from side to side, watching the men around her, looking occasionally at her teacher and seeing he still hadn't moved. Reaching down, Dirk pulled Mr. Bernard's wallet from his pocket, opening it and pulling out all the money. Slowly, he began searching through the photos, his eyebrows arching while a thin smile crossed his lips. He was looking at pictures, occasionally glancing up at Wendy, then back at the photos.
"This guy's a real sicko. He's got shots here of naked girls, man," Dirk said, taking several and throwing them down onto Wendy's belly.
The young girl stared at them and blushed. She recognized two of the three girls in those pictures. They were stark naked, their faces blank as if they were drunk, their cunts and tits exposed for the camera. She and Alice, Wendy guessed immediately, might have been candidates for his rogue's gallery if Dirk and his buddies hadn't come along.
But Wendy was far from grateful. She strained against the bonds, trying to wriggle away from those restraining hands as she pushed the tip of her tongue against the foul-smelling rag.
Dirk pulled a cigarette from his pocket, taking one from the crumpled pack and lighting it. The smell of the burning tobacco invaded her nostrils immediately and made Wendy sick. She hated people who smoked, something her mother had instilled in her. But Dirk wasn't interested in just taking a break. He moved up to her, bending down and taking the cigarette from his lips. Wendy watched as he broght the glowing tip down to her thighs, bringing it down until it was only an inch away from the stretched tendon of her right inner thigh. She felt the heat and started writhing against the strong hands holding her. A sob escaped past the spitty gag in her mouth.
Wendy looked from the cigarette to Dirk's face. His pale-blue eyes were glittering. She could hear the other young men breathing heavily, their eyes wide as they watched what would happen next. Wendy heard Alice's sobs and Mr. Bernard's occasional groans. It was then she felt the terrible stinging, burning heat of the cigarette against her skin.
She jerked her ass off the ground, arching her spine and throwing her head back as she chewed down on the gagging rag. She strained to be silent. Sweat broke out on her forehead. He was dragging it along the line of her tendon, watching her as her head shook and wobbled from side to side.
That awful line of burning pain was moving toward her cunt, singeing all the fine blonde hairs covering her white young flesh like peach fuzz. She could hear the whispering crackle of the first few pussy hairs burning. The singed cunt curls added to the smell of the tobacco, making Wendy feel very, very sick. She wished something would happen-a bolt from heaven, the highway patrol to come suddenly and find them-anything that would stop these lunatics. The pain was horrible! The burning heat felt as if a blowtorch had been placed near her cunt.
Dirk took the cigarette away from her thighs, holding it up and taking another long drag. He blew the acrid-smelling smoke in her face, watching her eyes water as she turned her head and coughed, "Take her over to the cactus over there," Dirk said with a jerk of his head. "The rest of you, bundle those other two up and take 'em back to the cabin. We'll deal with 'em later."
Jim obeyed, dragging the hapless teen across the warm ground like a sack. Wendy gasped and groaned, feeling her flesh peeling from the awful trip. Rocks and stones chafed her flesh as Jim pulled her along, until he finally dropped her at the foot of a tall multi-limbed cactus.
Wendy watched as Jim pulled a fourteen-inch length of quarter-inch hemp from his rear pocket and looped it twice around her wrists before snugging it tightly with a double-hitch knot. She winced, feeling the rope cutting into her flesh.
Jim pulled her a little more forward until her forehead was nearly touching the tall, spiny plant. Looking up, Wendy saw the needle-sharp spines that covered the entire surface of the huge plant. For a wild moment, she thought they would hurl her onto the thing, impaling her on it like a stuck pig.
Instead, Jim threaded more rope through the line holding her wrists together, looping it around the base of the cactus and securing it with a square knot. He stood back, pushing his biker cap down and grinning menacingly at the young girl.
"Join the others. I've gotta have a little talk with missy here," Dirk said, his eyes brighter than ever.
Wendy wanted to call back that tall blond guy. The thought of being alone with this evil bastard terrified her. She saw his boot come up to her face. Wincing, the teenager rolled away, smelling something awful coming up from his soles. Dirk laughed, pressing his boot down hard against the back of her neck. Wendy gasped, her eyes rolling as she felt the hard leather pushing down against her upper spine. Sharp jolts of pain exploded in her head as she kicked her legs out, her knees scraping against the rough ground.
Dirk moved behind her, raising his foot again and pushing the toe of his black leather engineer boot up against her shitter. The young girl squawked, her eyes rounding as she felt the obscene pressure against her asshole. She jerked forward, her forehead brushing up against those awful cactus needles.
Screaming through the gag, the girl lurched, squirming her asshole onto that prodding boot. It was awful! She felt Dirk pushing the toe of his boot up into her asshole even harder now, twisting it around until she was nearly fainting from the pain.
"Ufh!" she grunted.
He gave his foot a final nudge, then moved back, squatting down to one side of her and pulling out what appeared to be a pack of cigarettes again. Blinking her eyes clear, Wendy saw immediately it was something far smaller, harder. With a clicking sound, the thing expanded suddenly into a long, glittering knife! Her heart stopped while Dirk moved the blade slowly just in front of her eyes, the polished steel catching the last fading rays of the sun.
"It's a good knife. Good to clean fish with, kill animals with, too," he said with a cruel grin.
Already, Wendy could feel the cold cutting edge of that blade. She watched him like a hawk, feeling those ropes even more as they cut against her flesh and held her a helpless prisoner. He moved back, running the point of the knife along the sole of her right foot. Wendy gasped, closing her eyes, curling her toes. Then suddenly he sliced a thin line across her forearm.
Wendy grunted, trying to inch away from the sharp pain. She wished she could have begged him to put the knife away. She would do anything. But the gag prevented her from even screaming.
Dirk licked his lips while a little blood oozed from the cut on her arm. She could feel his hand sliding down under her thighs, pulling her up until she was kneeling in front of him, her ass high in the air. She could feel something warm and sticky oozing down between her thighs, and a little fart escaped from her asshole.
Wendy rolled her ass, shaking with total terror. She didn't dare turn her head around to look back at the guy behind her. She tried closing her eyes, but it was impossible to calm herself now. She had seen Mr. Bernard being beaten half lifeless while the men attacked Alice, stripped the screaming girl, then threw her to the ground. And now she herself was roped like a calf, helpless in front of this scum.
Dirk was licking his lips now, an ominous cock-bulge growing larger down the left leg of his Levi's. He was looking at the firm, round white swell of her cute young ass. The quivering in her body made the smooth globes of her ass move as they tightened, relaxed, then tightened again. It was a reflex Wendy couldn't control as she knelt in front of the tall cactus, feeling as if she would die any moment.
Dirk was breathing harder. His deep, shuddering breaths terrified her as he knelt behind her. He was adjusting her a little, raising her ass.
Despair filled the young blonde as she felt him spread her asscheeks. The wet, sticky line of her cuntal crack was exposed. Wendy closed her eyes in shame.
"Uh!"
She felt something cold against her right asscheek. It was that knife, that awful blade making her tremble. Mentally, she followed it, feeling the arc it followed from the outer curve to the place where her ass met her thigh. The pressure increased as the knife's point slid closer to her pussy. Wendy wanted to weep, but she knew the slightest move would make the blade slice through her skin.
He brought the knife back down to the bottom of her pussy, pushing it up into the soft, dark-pink flesh. Wendy stiffened, feeling her cunt sucking in air as it opened in an uncontrollable spasm. The awful vulnerability of her cunt terrified her. She bit down harder onto the gag while her eyes rolled.
And then, as suddenly as it had begun, the pressure was gone. She let out a breath, her muscles slacking while the tips of her tits touched the ground. Wendy felt a trickle of cunt juice ooze out of her cunt. And then a shocking chill suddenly froze the center of her pussy. Dirk had pressed the flat of his blade against her wet cunt slit, rocking it from her clit down to the bottom junction of her pussylips. It was awful! Wendy felt her pussy clamp down on nothing, but razor edges of the blade slitting her cuntlips.
Dirk was enjoying himself immensely, rocking the knife down, pressing the tip harder against her clit. Wendy gasped, her eyes bugging out. The pressure on her cum-center created a shock nearly as sharp as the blade itself. She arched her back, presenting her cunt to the big guy's stare.
"Yeah, baby, yeah! That's a good fuckin' slut."
He rocked the tip of the knife back and forth against Wendy's clit. The repeated touch and chill of the cold steel sent streamers of wonderful lewdness through the horrified girl. Slowly, Wendy became conscious of the tiny slits on the edges of her labes. The stinging pussy juice dribbling across the wounds made her clit swell even more.
The young girl found a hotter, more intense lust flowing through her as she struggled with the feelings assailing her. They were wrong, terribly wrong, Wendy knew. But she couldn't deny the feelings as they raced through her body and made her a slave-whore to this wild young man behind her.
CHAPTER THREE
Wendy's pulse raced as she twisted her head around and saw what Dirk was doing. He had taken his cock out earlier and now stroked the long, thick cock shaft sticking from his opened fly. The girl nearly cried out. His prick was so ... so big and threatening! No one had told her men could have cocks this huge.
"You like lookin' at a man, huh, baby? You like watchin' him play with his dick while he's gettin' ready to stick it in you, huh?"
His words were cruel, taunting. She turned her face away, sorry she had looked. She could feel the tip of his knife once more against her clit. The searing pain mixed with the electric thrill of the direct clit-touch. In a moment, the girl felt her cuntlips catch fire. The constant rush of cuntal fluid across and into the cuts was like salt rubbed into whip stripes. Her head was still throbbing from the blow while her pounding pulse amplified itself.
She thought he was going to disembowel her. Wendy had heard stories about those sorts of things, about bodies found along the side of the road by hikers in the mornings. She and Alice and Mr. Bernard would be statictics too, their bodies mutilated. With a groan of despair, Wendy sank down to the ground.
"Keep that ass up there!"
He slapped her bare ass hard with his free hand, going back to jacking off while he moved the blade around her ass. Slowly, the biker dragged the blade back, back, stinging a groove down to the edge of her cunt mouth. The buzzing, burning flashes from her pierced clit slackened off. But the terror of having her pussy carved up made a wet, hot feeling of lust radiate up to her belly. It was a new, awesome experience for the young blonde.
As she crouched there in the dirt, her fingernails scraping against the hard desert soil, Wendy amazed herself at the way she was reacting to this awful punk. She should be running from him, or at least not behaving in this shameful way. But instead, she was shoving her quivering ass back at him, feeling the tip of the switchblade slipping around the swollen, red rim of her cunt, then past the puckered ring of her asshole.
With a sudden flash of shyness, Wendy wanted to hide her aroused pussy from Dirk. She started trying to crawl away, abruptly feeling a sharp smacking blow across her ass for the effort. She lowered her head a little more, her long blonde hair curtaining her pretty face while her whitened knuckles tensed.
"Uh!" she gasped.
A delicious spasm of ecstasy rippled through her body, making the girl shiver while a blast of air in her overheated cunthole blew out. Shooting a quick look over her shoulder, she saw Dirk hadn't noticed the sudden explosion. Instead, he was concentrating on his prick, sliding his fist back and forth, greasing down his big fucker with the clear pre-cum bubbling from his piss-slit.
With a flash of realization the girl knew he was going to fuck her. She knew he was going to stick his cock into her virgin pussy, tear away her cherry, and impale her screaming and clawing on his prick.
With the knowledge of her certain rape, she should have again tried to push him away, scream for help, do something to at least salvage her own self-regard. Instead, the girl continued to kneel there, feeling her pussy swell tight even more, feeling her cunt juice oozing from her hot frothy fuck-hole only to trickle maddeningly, teasingly through her pussy hairs.
She was shaming herself. Her body was hungry for that big beautiful cock. She wanted Dirk to fuck his cock into her hungry pussy. Her knees began to inch apart ever so slightly.
"Uh!"
He was poking the knife at the rim of her asshole. Wendy jerked her head up, her eyes rounding while her nostrils flared. She opened her mouth to scream, then thought better of it. Shaking the loose hair from her face, the girl sucked in deep gusting breaths of air, concentrating on that pricking, hot feeling around her shitter. Those pricking stabs forced the rubbery ring of her asshole inward, barely breaking the skin. Wendy bit down hard on her lower lip until she could taste blood. She was feeling pleasure, the same forbidden pleasure she'd felt when at times she'd touched her asshole while she'd fingered her cunt in bed.
Dirk was breathing heavily now, still jacking his cock. His fist moved on the thick slippery cockshaft faster and faster. He was poking the pointy tip of the blade into her puffy cuntlips, then moving it into her asscheeks. Wendy could feel something wet trickling down her buns and assumed he was drawing blood. She rolled her hips from side to side, arching and thrusting her ass back at him.
Wendy was going mad. The cuts were like small, prickling fires in the flesh of her tenderest areas. Her entire cuntal zone blazed with heat and stinging pain. Wendy's sweat trickled into the bleeding cuts, making them burn and itch. She felt the slippery sweat rolling down her thighs, mixing with her cunt juice. Rivulets ran from her armpits, leaving shiny, snake-like traces on the sides of her hanging tits.
"Bitch! You want me to fuck you, don't you? Man, you're so fuckin' hot back there I think you'll burn off my dick!"
"No, don't! I'm ... I'm a virgin," Wendy moaned, almost ashamed of the word.
Dirk threw back his head and laughed, spreading his fingers and working her cuntlips apart. Wendy turned her head just in time to see the big guy inserting the knife into her pussy. She froze, feeling the chilly metal working into her cunt.
Wendy didn't dare move, her body frozen while her mind raced madly. She could feel the terrible blade working in, the sharp edges stinging against her wet, warm cuntal walls until the pointy end touched her cherry. She let out another low moan as she felt him pricking the thin membrane.
"Yeah, baby, you really are tellin' the truth! Well," he said with a sigh, pulling the blade out, "somebody's gotta poke you good. Guess it'll be me."
"No, don't ... alyeeeee! No, you're ... you're hurting me!"
The fun and games seemed to have ended. Wendy lurched forward, her eyes popping out while her face whitened. She could feel the terrible pressure of his prick now as it pushed hard against her winking cunthole. Wendy stretched out both hands, the muscles in her arms knot ting while her thighs tensed painfully. Her body was one giant cramp as Dirk wrapped his callused fingers around her hips and shoved his prick harder against her pussy. He was panting unevenly now, pushing down hard once more. Still, Wendy clenched her cunthole shut, refusing to let his cock in.
Dirk swore under his breath, letting one hand off her hip and bringing it down in a sweeping smack against the back of her head. Wendy's body jerked forward, nearly falling onto the floor. Dirk held her in place, smacking his openpalmed hand once more against her skull. Wendy at last relented, feeling dizzy and lightheaded from the blows. Muttering again, Dirk held on tight, arching his spine back while working his powerful hips forward. His prick was going in, penetrating her cunt.
Wendy let out a groan, her head jerking up and down while she felt a hot drop of his pre-cum touch her clit. It was like acid, setting her clit on fire. Wendy rolled her hips forward, opening her mouth and gulping like a fish. It was so odd feeling something that hard, that hot penetrating her body. It was as if something were taking over completely, stifling her soul and mind.
Dirk stopped for a minute, shaking the sweat from his head, digging his jagged fingernails into her flesh before going on. She felt his hot belly pressing against the rounded tops of her buns as he leaned forward and shoved harder.
Wendy let out a scream, feeling something tear. She was certain he was going to ruin something in her. Crying out, the young girl tried to wiggle away from Dirk again. But it was useless. He gripped her hard, shoving down with all his might until his prickhead was tearing at her cherry.
"No, alyeeee! Oh, it hurts! Oh, you're ... aghghghhhh!"
Wendy nearly fainted, feeling her cherry tearing under the relentless pressure from Dirk's prick. It was awful-a tearing, agonizing pain that took her breath away. There was no pleasure in this, she thought, remembering the grim picture her mother had once given her about the dangers.
"Man, oh man, hot, wet pussy," Dirk sighed, leaning more heavily against her ass while drawing his fingers up and down her sides.
Wendy felt filthy, as if she had just been dumped into a shitty pig pen. This man was pawing her, fingering her tits, squeezing them while fucking more of his big cock up her throbbing cunt. Wendy wept shamefully, feeling the heat slowly start to return to her pussy.
Oh, God in heaven! Could she be that depraved? Could she still be feeling joy and delight even though this man had violated her in that horrible way? Wendy shook the tears from her face, not believing her own depravity.
Once Dirk had fucked his prick halfway into her torn, dripping pussy, he let go of her hips and shifted his grip to her tits. His fingers once more dug into her tit flesh. Wendy bit down on her lower lip, not wishing to let Dirk know just how much he was hurting her.
Angry that she showed no reaction, Dirk moved his fingers down until they reached her nipples, crushing the red buds until Wendy let out a long, moaning sigh. Her forehead wrinkled as she felt the nubs crushed between his fingers. Dirk mumbled something filthy to her, then shoved more of his cockmeat in. Wendy again opened her mouth, feeling his prick rummaging around in her tortured body.
It was awful, hideous. But the stabbing, the cutting, the tearing of her cherry had excited her. God forgive her, she couldn't help herself. She wanted him to do this to her, and more!
Wendy hunched back against Dirk even harder, feeling her white shivering ass flattening against his hard belly. The whole length of his cocklance was in her cunthole now. She tried once more to stop the dreadful chain of thoughts building her lust. But nothing could slow that down. Wendy was on a high road, feeling the air burning her lungs as she backed into her tormentor and silently begged for more cock.
Dirk smiled, knowing what she wanted, twisting her nipples viciously, then bending over and biting at the back of her neck. Wendy sobbed, jerking her head up, feeling his teeth nearly breaking the flesh. Wendy let out a cry of despair, clawing at the dirt, feeling that prick poling her pussy again. Slowly, she straightened her arms, the constant swiveling of her ass continuing. She had to feel that wonderful odd release she'd felt so many times while fingerfucking herself in bed. She knew it was going to happen, happen with that big cock churning around inside her.
The young girl gasped, letting her head fall down, closing her eyes and fucking back for all she was worth.
Dirk's belly slapped loudly against her ass.
She felt the wiry hairs of his cock bush against her smooth asscheeks. Every scratchy curl seemed to find a little cut around her shitter to tickle. The itching, burning sensation in and around her cunt and shit chute drove her mad.
Wendy shoved back against the big man's pounding prick, her ass weaving while her mind raced out of control. She was an animal, a fucking animal in the desert, rutting shamelessly with another beast. There was nothing subtle in what they were doing. She wanted a man to fuck her, and fuck her violently. Dirk was filling the bill.
His fingernails clawed at the rims of her nipples once more. Wendy grunted and sobbed with the resulting pain. He wouldn't be satisfied, she thought, until he ripped those nubs from her tits. And then he angled his prick up, making sure the hard hunk of cockmeat would continually touch her clit.
It was almost more than the girl could endure. Buzzing, spinning flashes once more raced through her mind while Dirk fucked her as hard as he could. Her body was shaking with each fuck-thrust, her tits swinging out while her asscheeks rippled from the attack.
Wendy thought of her home-a short flashing image of kindness. But now she was crazed with anger and fuck-lust, feeling white lightning flashing through her clit. She was all cunt, the girl thought with a wry smile, shaking the sweat from her face again and feeling much older than she was. The soft firmness of her ass tensed, the cleft grabbing at his cock hairs.
It was a deadly battle on the ground, Wendy's fingertips clawing at the desert soil. She knew she was dirty. She knew she might have looked disgusting to anyone passing by and seeing her rutting like that, bent over with a prick up her cunt dog-style. But it seemed to be the most wonderful thing in the world to her. She loved and hated the excitement and the cock that caused it.
Dirk was fucking her hard now, pushing himself up and driving the girl down into the dirt.
Wendy desperately tried to hold off. She knew she was going to cum. It would be her first big one. The whirling golden ball of lust was growing hotter and hotter in her belly, making her cunt wink shut against the guy's rodding prick and milk it for all she was worth. She could feel her clit growing, swelling up against the rubbing cock. This was too delightful, too wonderful to end. But there was no way to stop the hot-chilly rushing of sensations burning through her nerves.
"Gonna cum ... gonna cum," she moaned urgently.
"Yeah, that's it, baby! You sure were a virgin! But you know what the fuck you're doin' down there between your legs."
He slapped her cute ass hard. Wendy sighed, feeling the immense blast furnace of chilly heat in her cunt grow and grow. With just a little more swiveling, just a little more clenching of the abused rim of her cunt, Wendy knew she could bring herself off. And then she would feel Dirk's jizz spattering into her cunthole-just as her mother had said about what happened when "filthy" men used a woman.
"C'mon, baby! Move that ass! Yeah, get that butt up in the air and swing it around!"
His words were like a fire to her imagination. Wendy nearly laughed with delight, tossing her ass around, panting heavily.
She teetered dangerously on the brink of orgasm. She had no more energy for growling or gasping now. All her will focused in her cunt, pinpointing around the stud's pistoning hunk of greasy prickmeat.
"Ohhhhh!" she gasped.
Wendy knew his cock was ready to go off now. She could tell instinctively from the ragged way he was breathing. Dirk was clawing her now, his fingernails leaving long red marks. Wendy didn't care. It was good, all good.
His prick thickened. The pounding beat of his cock-thrusts slowed for a second, then went on more quickly and savagely than before. Wendy heard him grunt. She readied herself, sucking in air and holding it.
"Oh, man!" Dirk cried.
He threw himself onto her like a dog fucking a gutter bitch, his fingers pinching her flesh and clawing it while a lava-like explosion of cum spattered into her pussy. Wendy felt the gush of hot cum burning into her cuntal walls like acid. She gasped, blowing out a breath while her pussy walls clamped on his cockshaft.
The first massive jolt of her own climax shattered Wendy's nerves. Her sphincter went into spasm while her body jerked and thrashed as if she were having a fit. She heard herself screaming. Dirk bit her neck while another blast of cum shot deep into her cunt.
"Ohhhhh!" she gasped.
Wendy felt the terrifying impact of her cum rip outward from her cunt. Never, ever had she felt anything like this before! She felt it in her nipples, her fingers, her knees. The punctured places around her cunt and her asshole were on fire while more waves of mind-blasting delight racked her body. After each shivering throb of her cuntal walls, there was an echo of emptiness, stopping when another spasm shook her body.
Wendy sobbed, knowing that the spurting, jabbing gut-spraying cock was attached to that horrid man who was probably going to kill her and Alice and Mr. Bernard. She had been fucked, raped by this maniac-and she had loved it, wanted more, given him what she should have saved for a man she loved!
"Baby, hot baby, man, you practically chewed my dick off with that cunt. Gonna be careful in the future," Dirk said, smoothing his hands over her round asscheeks.
Wendy sobbed in defeat. Oh God, God, it was only starting!
CHAPTER FOUR
The trip back was arduous. Dirk let her keep her dress on. She felt the ragged material clinging uncomfortably to her sweaty flesh as she trudged on. Thank goodness, the sun was down behind the distant mountains. She could still feel the heat radiating up from the floor of the desert and warming her cum-smeared thighs. But at least, she thought, there wasn't that awful sun to contend with.
They walked for what seemed like miles, Dirk pushing her at times between the shoulders when her pace lagged. Stumbling, sweeping the hair from her eyes as she regained her balance, Wendy moved on, wondering for the first time since their ordeal what on earth had happened to Alice. "Uh!"
Dirk pushed Wendy again, knocking her to the ground, then kicking her hard in the ass when she took too much time to get up. Setting her jaw, the young girl dredged up the strength to continue, fighting down the panic that was ever on the verge of taking her over.
Just when she was about to collapse from fatigue, Wendy caught sight of a large cabin sitting precariously on the side of a steep hill. She could make out several motorcycles parked along the front of the building, while two or three small campfires were flickering to life out back. As she carefully picked her way down the steep slope, Wendy could hear faint conversation.
Dirk moved behind her, telling her to hurry. It was the smell of cooking food that reminded the girl painfully that she hadn't eaten in so long. It was only when they were about a hundred feet from the camp that Wendy noticed a fence of barbed wire encircling the building. For one horrific moment, she thought of herself entering a concentration camp, never to return.
"Where's Alice? Where's Mr. Bernard?" she asked.
"I was fuckin' the shit out of you back there, remember? How the fuck am I supposed to know? Get in there!"
Her entrance attracted attention, attention the teenager was anxious to avoid. Three men put down small tins of food and watched sullenly as the girl shuffled into camp. Her stomach rumbled. She would have given anything, anything for a bite of the food she could smell cooking. She didn't see one guy pushing a foot in front of her. All too late, Wendy tried to stop herself. Instead, she pitched forward, her arms flying out uselessly in front of her as her knees buckled and she crumpled to the ground with a thud.
"Get up," Dirk demanded.
The fall had stunned her. She felt a cool breeze against her ass and realized she was still naked. Letting out a cry of dismay, the girl suddenly felt a sharp, stinging blow thwack across her bare ass. She screamed and crawled forward, trying to get away from the pain. There was more hissing in the air. Turning around, Wendy saw Dirk swinging something over his head. By the light of a large campfire to the left, the terrified girl could see it was a belt!
"No, don't...."
Crawfishing backward, Wendy covered her face protectively, watching the black leather hissing through the air and corning down against her once more. It smacked dryly against her thighs, making her snap her knees together and let out another shriek. For a moment, Wendy thought she had heard Alice shouting back. Where was she? Pushing the hair from her eyes, Wendy looked wildly about.
"Yaghghghhh!"
The belt caught her arm, leaving a long ugly red welt on her flesh. The leather had cinched her arm tightly. Dirk pulled back, yanking the teenager forward, nearly jerking her arm from its socket. Wendy felt her ass leaving the ground as she fell forward, both elbows striking the hard-packed dirt while her chin scraped along the ground. She sprawled out and remained flat on the ground, the warm dirt feeling surprisingly comfortable against her naked thighs, her cunt, her pillowed tits.
"Get up!"
Wendy refused. Again, there was that hissing sound. And then the girl felt the belt chewing into her asscheeks, making the white flesh sting with sensation.
Dirk brought the belt down again, crisscrossing his blows, smacking the leather over her jiggling buns until they were crimson with welts. Wendy sobbed, gnawing on her knuckles. When she tried crawling away, Dirk only followed her, encouraged by the shouts of approval from the other guys. They were beating her as if she were some public display. How her ass burned! And now he was working his way up her back, smacking the belt between her jutting shoulder blades, then moving back down to her asscheeks.
"Uh!"
In a surprise move Dirk slipped the belt under her chin, moving it back until the leather was pressing against her windpipe. Wendy jerked her head up, pushing her hands against the ground and scrambling up until she stood in front of him. Gasping, she fought for every breath she took in. She felt his knee in her lower back shoving down hard while the belt still tightened around her throat. Wendy screamed as loudly as she could.
He shoved her forward, pushing her as hard as he could. Wendy found herself stumbling blindly forward, her hands around her throat, her head lowered while saliva oozed from her lips. She was fighting for air, drawing as much oxygen as she could and not paying attention to where she was going. A sudden burst of intense heat around her legs and knees told the blonde she had accidentally stumbled into one of the campfires.
Shrieking, she beat off the flames, backing away, her asscheeks jiggling against one another. The men roared with laughter, slapping their knees with glee while the young girl looked around frantically. The fires seemed brighter as darkness fell. High above, she could barely make out the last gray light from the setting sun. Wildly Wendy dashed toward the back of the camp. Dirk pursued her, whacking the belt against the ground threateningly. In a moment he caught her, bringing the tip of the belt down hard against her ass.
Wendy squealed, pitching forward and stumbling down to her hands and knees. Dirk was doubling the belt, jerking it above his head, then bringing it down across her ass.
She shrieked, rolling away and crawling forward. It was only then she realized her hair was caught-caught in the barbed wire! Crazily, she tugged at the awful trap, cutting her fingers in the attempt to free her hair-while Dirk looked on with increasing delight. His eyes were burning as he watched the blonde teenager thrashing around on her ass, her hands jerking back, her fingers working desperately to free her hair. "Uh!"
The belt came down across her tits, the leather burning the nipples and threatening to flay them from her tit flesh. Wendy forgot about the barbed wire tangled in her hair for the moment and snapped her legs up, her hands roving aimlessly around her body, trying to cover her naked flesh as the big man worked his belt over her body.
"Drag her back ... over there," he said.
Hands were all over her, pawing her, feeling her. Wendy screamed, still hysterical from the beating she'd just received. One of the men-that skinny guy called Jim-was tugging at her hair, evoking yet another scream from her lips. How she hated them all! If only there were some way she could destroy them!
"Tie her up to that dead tree over there," Dirk said.
Jim hauled her to her feet, pushing her forward until her tits pillowed against the splintery bark of a dead Juniper tree. Wendy tried moving away. But the men pushed her back. Dirk had tossed the belt back to one of his men, taking a fourteen-inch length of half-inch line and looping it around Wendy's wrists. She looked at him incredulously. What was he doing that for? There was nowhere for her to run. She would only rip herself to pieces on the barbed wire. She had shown them that only seconds ago! "What...?"
Dirk said nothing. He was too intent on what he was doing, wrapping the line around and around until he cinched it tightly against her wrists. Wendy winced, curling her toes against the hard-packed dirt as she felt the cooling desert wind rustling through her exposed pussy hairs. How naked she felt standing there in the light of the fire, all these men looking at her, lusting after her. Dirk finished tightening the rope around her wrists, securing the line with a double-hitch knob, then turning her around and shoving her back against the dead tree.
Wendy pressed her right cheek against the rough bark, feeling a sliver of wood poking against her cunt. She shivered with shock and surprise, working her thighs ever so slightly until that poking, stabbing piece of bark was slipping into her pussy. Wendy wondered if they could see what was happening as Dirk took another length of rope and slipped it between the line and her bound wrists.
"Please, you're ... uhhh ... making it too tight!"
Dirk looped the rope around one dead limb inches above the girl's head, pulling it taut, pressing Wendy's arms hard against the tree until she found herself standing on tiptoes to ease the pressure against her shoulders and arms. Dirk moved back, then nodded to one of the boys behind him. Wendy stood there trembling, her whip-striped ass naked to them all. She felt her sphincter about to fail her and worried about disgracing herself in front of these leering men. Dirk came up behind her and slapped her hard on the ass, making all those wounds sting and throb all the more.
In the background, Wendy thought she could hear Alice screaming out her name again.
"Alice? Ohhhh!"
She threw back her head, feeling that long sliver of bark fielding the tip of her swelling clit. She felt her arms sagging, the weight of her body causing more pain and tension around her shoulders and upper arms. Quickly, the teenager shuffled her bare feet around the tree's roots, her flesh tearing against the rough bark as again the young girl managed to stand on her toes and lessen the pulling weight. Someone came up behind her, spreading her buns roughly with one hand while jabbing two fingers up into her asshole. Wendy let out a loud shriek, her body tensing and banging hard against the tree while her legs jerked out like a frog's.
The men liked seeing that. She could hear the laughter above the roaring of her pulse. Groaning, the girl sank against the tree, embracing her new lover as she heard men shuffling behind her. There were clanking sounds, glass against metal. Her head sagged back, her hair brushing the rounded tops of her asscheeks.
Wendy looked around and found herself staring at Jim. In his hands were two kerosene lanterns, their low flames barely visible through the dirty glass globes. She screwed her face up in perplexity, wondering what on earth they were going to do with those things.
Dirk took one lamp, placing it directly under her ass. Immediately she felt the concentrated heat reddening her ass flesh. Arching her feet a little more until she felt pain, the girl pressed her whipped body harder against the tree, feeling cold sweat breaking out in beads along her forehead. Her heart began to race again, This was worse than the belt, worse than the kicking. At least then she could protect herself, run from the stinging pain. Here, roped to the dead tree, all she could do was scream and pray to God she would faint.
Jim approached her, balancing the other lantern in one hand while pulling down the zipper tab and opening his fly. She stared at him, knowing she should look away. But still she could only study his movements, watch him fish out his limp prick and start working it up to a good, stiff hard-on. His cock was skinnier than Dirk's, but oh so much longer! It was like a giant finger, the cockhead shaped like an arrow. Yes, yes! It was an arrow about to penetrate her cunt, stabbing her again and again the way Dirk's knife had back there in the desert.
Thinking of that, thinking of what they were going to do to her, the girl became wildly aroused. She rubbed her thighs back and forth against the tree again, feeling that stubborn piece of bark pricking her clit, then biting into the moist walls of her cunt. Her fingers curled, digging into her sweaty palms as she felt the ropes cutting into her wrists. The stinging sweat added to her overall delight as she watched Jim's prick get longer and longer, his dirty fingers working faster and faster along the pink cock flesh.
Wendy let out a long breath, moving her chest up and down and feeling smaller pieces of bark needling her nipples.
Her excitement wasn't lost on Dirk, who watched the rutting blonde with growing admiration. It had been a long, long time since he'd found a girl who could withstand his type of abuse and still beg for more-if only silently. He saw Wendy's hidden strength, her secret desires better than she did, herself.
"Get that flame up, Jim. I wanna see that little bitch burn."
There were murmurs of approval from all around. Wendy saw some of the guys nearby. A few were jerking off like Jim, working their fingers along their pricks. Some more were merely drinking beer, watching the girl hanging there and working her naked thighs back and forth while Jim started to redden her flesh more and more with the lantern.
Wendy sobbed, twisting her head back around and pressing her forehead against the tree. She had to be strong. She just had to survive. She felt the weight of her body tearing at her muscles as she twisted back and forth.
Dirk stepped in between her spread thighs, taking his lantern and removing the cover. Turning up the flame, he let the fire lick at her flesh. Wendy screamed, her eyes bugging out as she flinched away from the heat. At least, they had left her legs free. Twisting them around, she banged her knees hard against the tree while rolling her ass to one side. Dirk followed, laughing at her as he shoved the lantern under her cunt and let the fire lick up into her pussy gash.
"Alyeeeee!"
Wendy screamed like one of the damned, jumping up while twisting her wrists in the ropes so hard she thought she surely had broken the tiny bones. Jim moved his lantern around her shitter, letting the fire flick over her asscrack, then gently brush over the wrinkled, puckered shitter flesh. Two flames lapped at her body at once, driving the girl mad.
"No, no, no!" she shrieked.
Wendy pulled wildly at the ropes, feeling them threatening to sever her arms at her wrists from the wild tension. Dirk turned the knob again, letting the slim, orange flame flicker up and grow longer. Wendy groaned, her knees jerking up, rubbing hard against the tree until her flesh had been skinned off. Her arm muscles were knotting and cramping as she tried climbing the tree-anything to get away from the fire. It was impossible. They were following her, laughing at her as she jerked away from the flames. With a cry of despair, Wendy collapsed, hanging from her wrists while her feet slipped backward along one big above-ground root. "Yaghghghhhh!"
Both men burned the teenager, scorching her asshole with one lamp while the second lamp singed her blonde cuntal hair. Wendy found herself jerking and twisting against the tree.
Jim was still jacking off while moving the fire around her shitter. Her screams shrilled higher and higher. Dirk put down his lantern for a second and reached up, twisting the girl around until her ass pressed against the tree. Her arms were knotted awkwardly around one another, the bones nearly cracking from the horrid tension as Jim shoved his big fucker into her cunt.
"Uhhh ... huhhrrr!"
The men were cat-calling, congratulating Jim as he began pumping his hips and feeding her his long, skinny cock. Dirk kicked one of the lanterns over, taking the other and bringing it around to her ass. While Jim fucked her, he let the flame tickle her asscheeks like a burning feather. He was careful, Wendy noticed, and he didn't seriously burn her now. The fire added to the hot, prickly tension making her bloated clit simmer in the juices bubbling from her cunt.
She concentrated on feeling that long prick piercing her, fucking into her again and again while the skinny young man in front of her panted his beer-smelling breath in her face. The pain, the bondage, the degradation were all worth it, she thought, as she felt her clit sizzling under the attack.
When Jim grabbed her tits, twisting them while thumbing her nipples until they were long and pink, Wendy threw back her head and wailed in a combination of despair and wild ecstasy. She was cumming, exploding again and again as the young man in front of her pinched her nipples, then fell forward.
He was doing it, firing his hot cum-load in her cunt as she jerked on the ropes there and gobbled up his prickmeat. The life seemed to flow from Wendy as she sagged more and more heavily against the restraining ropes. And when the final waves of climax throbbed through her, the young girl fell into a faint.
CHAPTER FIVE
Wendy huddled in a corner, her fingers locked over one another as she sniffed and thought about what had happened to her. Her thighs and ass were still sensitive to the touch from the fire. Closing her eyes, the teenager pressed one flushed cheek against her knee and licked the salty flesh.
They had done terrible things to her, and then made her cum as hard as a woman could. Wendy thought about that, feeling her lips curl up into a smile. She had worked herself up by rubbing her pussy against the tree. Then Jim had twisted her around, nearly breaking her upper arms while fucking her in front of all those guys. The girl sighed, feeling as if she had been through the mill. Then there had been all that running, racing from Dirk as he beat her, listening to all those cat-calls while her naked ass jiggled excitingly.
Wendy hugged her arms more tightly against her thighs, feeling as if she would die. Where was she? It had to be a fruit cellar of sorts. The walls were actually cool and damp, even out here in the desert. For a while she thought she'd heard someone nearby moaning and gasping. Alice? She had asked about her friend, but no one paid her any attention. It was as if the girl and Mr. Bernard had vanished into thin air. Would she vanish that way, too? Wendy shuddered, wild ideas racing through her confused mind. Would they kill her? She thought of her home, of her mother, of all the comforts of her bedroom, and she sobbed with despair.
"Yaghghghhhhh!"
The shrill scream cut through the air like a knife.
Wendy jerked to a sitting position, her eyes wide, her flesh crawling. The heavy door had grated open and something was thrown in. She thought it was Dirk slamming the door shut again. But she couldn't be sure. The screaming girl landed some distance away from her, rolling over twice before coming to a rest. It was so dark in there.
Trembling, Wendy managed to muster some courage and slowly crawled forward on her hands and knees. How they hurt from all the abuse she had suffered earlier. But still, curiosity and compassion triumphed. Alice! Of course! It was Alice, stripped naked and whipped, her body shaken with terrible heart-rending sobs as she curled up into a fetal position.
"Alice? It's Wendy."
"Oh, no, don't touch me! I'm filthy. They violated me!"
The girl was hysterical, shrinking away from Wendy's touch until she was pressed against the wall. When Wendy followed her, laying one hand gently on her shoulder, the girl shrieked, whipping around and pressing her spine against the wall. Her eyes were wild, wide, her nostrils flared while her formerly fluffy brown hair clung like snakes to her flushed cheeks. She was a wild woman, her mind deranged. At times, Alice clawed at the air as if there were things floating around, trying to attack her. When Wendy spoke softly again, the girl narrowed her eyes, trying to focus them.
"You don't know what they did to me," Alice hissed, her body shivering.
Wendy felt sick. She wanted to run to the other side of the cellar and bury her head in her arms. Alice, so sure of herself, so sophisticated, had been reduced to ... to this! It was sickening.
"They've got ways," Alice began, nodding her head up and down with a sly smile. "Oh, they've got ways out there."
Her smile suddenly vanished, her forehead creasing while her hands clawed at the air again. Wendy could make out the whip marks, the welts, the long claw-like marks. It was useless at this point, she guessed, to ask the girl about Mr. Bernard.
"Oh, it hurts, hurts," Alice suddenly said, coming back to reality and relaxing against the stone wall behind her. Her tits were chewed and beaten. She covered her tits protectively, hot tears rolling down her cheeks. "And I'm so thirsty."
Wendy looked around in the dimly lit cellar.
She thought she saw a puddle of water, probably condensed moisture from the air. Deserts did funny things, especially beneath the broiling surface. She moved, crawling around and feeling gently with her hands until she came to the small pool. Dipping her hands, she licked the liquid carefully and made a face. It was bad, but it was water. Alice was shivering in the corner there, making small moaning sounds. It might help her, Wendy thought, if she drank some. Carefully, Wendy swept up a handful of the brackish water and brought it back to Alice, lifting it to her lips. The girl drank eagerly, closing her eyes and groaning softly as she lapped at the awful-tasting water. A hand found Wendy's waist. Alice was reaching out, touching her. Wendy took it, pressing her fingers tightly, supportively.
"I'm here. They're not going to do anything to you while I'm here."
Alice leaned heavily against her, breaking down and sobbing hysterically while clutching at her friend. The two girls held onto one another for some time.
The door scraped open suddenly and Dirk stepped in, his massive body filling the small cellar at once.
Alice screamed, her legs kicking out while she pissed uncontrollably on the ground. She was like a thing possessed, shrieking and laughing while scrambling around like a terrified animal, pissing on herself. Wendy was horrified.
"What have you done to her?" Wendy asked indignantly.
"Come."
Before Wendy had a chance to object, she felt Dirk's giant hands slipping under her arms, dragging her from the cellar while Alice laughed and ranted in the small room. Another man slammed and locked the door, following Dirk as he pushed Wendy forward. Jerking forward, Wendy began to run, thinking that perhaps this was the moment for escape. But she was still too weak, too disoriented to make any kind of break.
Dirk was on her in a second, grabbing her hair and yanking back. He pulled her head back until she was shouting and screaming with pain, her arms stretched out in front of her while her knees turned to rubber. With a cry of despair, Wendy found herself stumbling, then tumbling forward and rolling over and over until she finally stopped on her belly.
It was awful! It was happening all over again-the pursuit, the men, the beating. Dirk was drunker than before. She could smell the beer and liquor on his breath, saw the slightly unsteady gait as he came up to her and kicked her in the ribs. "Ugh!"
Wendy doubled over, while the wind was knocked from her lungs. She choked as a small cloud of dust rose around her. Dirk stood above the trembling girl, one large, black leather boot on either side of her head. When she tried moving again, he brought down the heel of one boot against her hp hard. Wendy moaned, tasting her own blood flowing into her mouth. When she moved again, he kicked her in the forehead, shattering her thoughts and threatening to shatter her skull. She pushed the flats of her hands on either side of her body, pressing up, trying to raise her head from the ground.
Dirk still wouldn't let her move, kicking her in the face again, then moving to one side and rolling her onto her belly. Wendy didn't dare move. She lay there, her ass flat against the still-warm ground, noticing that the campfires around her were still bright and glazing. There seemed to be more men around, all of them glassy-eyed, all of them hungry for another show. Wendy thought of Alice, of those dreadful marks. Just what had they done to her?
"No, don't ... don't...."
Wendy was unsure of what he was going to do. But she did know it would be painful. He was between her spread thighs now, rubbing his boots against her flesh, kicking up small puffs of dirt that settled teasingly on her pussy hair. She could feel her cunt tickling, tingling, the slick cunt walls growing more itchy as she lay there open for the big man.
Reaching down, Dirk brushed her cuntal mound gently with the back of his hand, making the sensitive flesh move like a frightened animal. He saw it and smiled, that evil grin making Wendy blush furiously with shame. Then suddenly he curled his fingers in her cuntal hair, yanking tufts of it from her pussy and sending streamers of agony racing through her.
The young teenager fell back, tears blurring her vision as she let out yell after yell. There was more laughter as Dirk reached down and grabbed her hair, forcing her mouth open as he shoved the tuft of cuntal hair into her mouth. Wendy choked, gagging on the stuff while her belly rumbled in rebellion. It was all she could do to keep from vomiting. It was when he reach ed down and crushed her clit under his jagged thumbnail that Wendy thought she would faint. Her legs kicked out while her head struck the ground again and again like a hammer. "Get up."
Her legs were weak, giving way every time she tried to stand. But the thought of more pain, of more agony and humiliation gave her strength. She managed to stagger to her feet, pushing the long blonde hair from her eyes and looking around her. Again, she thought of Alice. Had they chosen Wendy now because they broke their "other toy?"
Looking around, Wendy saw that most of the guys were rubbing their cocks, leering at her as she cringed in front of them. They were less inhibited now than before, emboldened by liquor and beer. She thought about them all raping her. Perhaps that was what had driven Alice over the edge-too many men all at once! Was it possible to be fucked to death?
"Hot pussy, man. You can smell it," Jim said, wiping his lips with the back of one hand.
How Wendy hated him! He had fucked her by the tree, had forced her to rut like that in front of these men. Now they were aroused more than ever! She wouldn't have been sur prised if they jumped her right now. Only Dirk's presence, she felt, prevented them from gangbanging her until dawn.
Dirk stepped up behind her, gripping her narrow shoulders and shoving her forward. He gave her a rough push at the group of bikers drawing closer. The naked blonde threw her arms around herself, modestly trying to cover her tits and cunt at the same time. The guys laughed at her pathetic attempts, reaching out for her, their fingers clawing the air menacingly. Dirk was scratching his cock and balls obscenely through his Levi's, his eyes narrowed, glittering. She knew he was going to have her, going to fuck her like a dog fucks a bitch in the road, mindless of who's watching. Wendy shivered. She could almost feel all their panting breaths against her. Again she stumbled, stubbing her toe and wincing in pain.
"Now show 'em, baby. We got some guys down from San Bernardino, and we told 'em about the way you fuck. Man, she's so damned hot, she nearly burned my dick off!"
"Mine, too!" Jim piped up from behind.
Wendy felt like a piece of meat as she stood there. Dirk pushed her again, indicating with a hand movement that she was supposed to move around. Moving slowly, shuffling her feet through the dirt, she kept her eyes lowered, terrified she would lose her mind if she stared at these animals around her.
"Maybe we ought to tie her up on a rock-you know, like the Indians did, and watch the ants cover her," someone suggested.
"Yeah! Or bury her half down in the dirt. Be surprised what somethin' like that can do to a person, 'specially when the sun gets real hot."
Wendy shuddered, their suggestions sending chills rushing up and down her spine. They were amusing themselves with her as if she were a toy, trying to think up more humiliation for her.
A tall redhead reached for her, his fingernails scraping and digging into her right thigh. Wendy let out a cry, shrinking away from him and drawing her arms more tightly to her body. She would rather have thrown herself from a cliff than let him touch her. Then the girl felt a hard, hot slapping sensation against her naked ass. Wheeling around and letting out a shout of shock, Wendy saw it was Jim. He pinched her ass, squeezing the flesh until it was black and blue.
"Yeah, man! We can see where you belted the slut. Man, you gave the bitch a couple of good whacks," someone shouted from behind.
"Yeah, she really dug it, too! Now we're gonna see her dance again."
Dirk raised one hand, letting it hover over his head as he stared down at her. Wendy let out a shout, terrified he would slap her across the face. She danced to the right, her tits slapping against one another as she ran back to that awful redhead. Wendy panted heavily, feeling that rising terror she had experienced when they'd chased her around like this before.
But this was worse now. They were all part of the game, enjoying her fear while jacking off. Someone else was slapping her jiggling ass, trying to stick his fingers up into her shitter. She squealed, slapping back at the offending hand and running away. A clenched fist narrowly missed crashing into her forehead while another succeeded in landing on her lower back.
Wendy let out a shout, sinking to the ground once again, feeling her knees giving way under the pressure of being pursued in this foul way.
Dirk came up from behind her finally, holding her around the waist. Leaning back for better balance he started turning around and around, whirling Wendy faster and faster until her arms and legs struck out from the centrif ugal force. Her long blonde hair splashed across her face, catching in her mouth as she let out a soft moan. The girl was starting to feel nauseated from the violent spinning.
And then, without warning, he let go-sending Wendy flying out like a flung rock.
She screamed, her arms flailing wildly while her legs bent protectively under her ass. She tumbled to the ground, rolling over like a log while her arms and legs twisted painfully and awkwardly under her body. Finally she came to a rest, her face pressed into the dirt. There was silence as the men waited and watched. For a moment, Wendy thought she had broken her arm. She tried moving it, feeling shocks of pain bite into her shoulder. Wincing, she began to rise from the ground when she heard running behind her.
"No! Oh, no!"
Not again! Not more raping, more beating! She could well understand the hysteria that had afflicted her friend now. Scrambling about like an animal, Wendy found herself running on all fours now. The pain in her arm and shoulder was forgotten as she ducked under the stretching arms and clawing fingers. Her hair flew about her wildly while her tits jiggled and bounced up and down against her chest.
In a moment, that awful redhead was topping her, one hand tearing at her hair while another was beating her savagely across her neck. She could feel the force of the pounding blows but still managed to keep crawling for a few feet. She screamed and twisted around like a wild woman, her back sagging from the added weight on her spine. She felt his knuckles bruising her spine while his booted feet kicked at her thighs. Wendy didn't care. She felt rational thought evaporate as she fought with all her strength for survival.
And when the redhead reached around to grab at her pussy, Wendy let out a shriek of anger, jerking to one side and tossing him off. The men laughed, still jacking their cocks as Dirk moved up behind her and pulled her up from the ground. He twisted her wrist around so much the girl thought he was going to break her arm. She felt the strength go out of her knees and started to fall back to the dirt while her eyes rolled. Dirk pulled the resisting teenager back to the group. Then with a wide, sweeping shove, he swung her around twice, letting her go. Wendy managed to keep her balance this time, stumbling around, finding herself back in the redhead's arms. His yellowed teeth, his foul breath, everything about him made Wendy cringe back in revulsion. Grinning, he bent down, pressing his lips against hers and savagely shoving his tongue into her mouth.
Wendy fought with all her strength. The redhead's spit was worse than his breath! She felt herself gagging as she pushed her hands against his chest, beating her fists as hard as she could while his tongue lapped and licked all around inside her mouth. His hands were cupping her asscheeks now, kneading them, his fingers sliding into her asscrack and up into her shitter. He was hunching into her, making soft fucking movements.
It was too much. With savagery, Wendy bit down onto his tongue, feeling gratification when the guy screamed and pulled back, covering his lips with both hands and staring with hatred at her. She wanted to laugh, but knew better than to say a word about her small triumph.
Dirk frowned, his face darkening as he watched the redhead run away from the group, sobbing in pain. He came up to her, circling one arm around her waist and jerking hard.
Wendy let out a cry, her ribs aching from that move, nearly cracking under the pressure. He dragged her backward, jerking her legs off the ground. When Wendy continued to shout and scream, he reached around her thighs, sticking two fingers into her cunt. The girl's legs flew apart, her asshole winking open and shut from the surprise move. Everything was happening too quickly. Wendy felt herself losing control, piss spurting from her cunt and wetting Dick's fingers.
"Goddamned bitch! She's pissin' on me! You're gonna pay for that, you slut!"
Dirk squeezed her ass with one hand while shoving his right knee into her lower back. The pain resulting from that move made her open her mouth and let out a howl. Dirk jammed his fingers into her mouth, pushing them down until the tips were brushing her tonsils.
"And if you chomp down on these, I'll break your fuckin' neck!"
Wendy knew better. With despair, she sucked his fingers, tasting her own piss, swallowing it as she gagged and waited for something more foul to happen to her.
CHAPTER SIX
They let her he in the dirt for a while, some of the men wanting to fuck her right then and there. But this was Dirk's show. In a way, Wendy was grateful to him. He had kidnapped her and Ahce and Mr. Bernard. But at least, she thought, he had kept the animals away from her while he practiced more exquisite forms of torture for his own entertainment.
She drew her legs up under her ass, looking from man to man, hearing the logs crackling in the fire nearby. Dirk was wiping his fingers on his Levi's, grinning down at her.
The sound of leather sliding against material caught her attention. Looking up, she saw Dirk had the belt back in his hands again, his knuckles white from the pressure of his fingers against the leather. He was going to whip her in front of the new arrivals, and they were anxious to see her beaten!
"No! Please, no ... not again! Oh, my ass is too sore! Please, please, don't do this to me!" she pleaded.
But Wendy could see there was no way out. The belt cracked out, snaking in the air, then chewing down into her asscheeks. Wendy squealed, jumping away as if she'd just touched a hot stove. He would open the old wounds, really hurt her with another beating happening so close to the first one. She reached back, gently rubbing her fingertips against the red, injured spot.
Two men rushed toward her as she began running, punching her in the stomach, then kicking her back toward Dirk. Another stinging slap, this one just behind her knees, made Wendy jump around and cover her ass. A third blow caught her chin, knocking her off balance.
"Slut!"
It was that redhead, back from his disgrace. He hammered his fists hard across the back of her head, knocking her to the ground. His buddies roared as the girl groveled in the dirt.
The redhead kicked her again, this time bringing the toe of his boot up into her asscrack. Wendy let out a cry, her hands going out in front of her as she moaned and struggled, her heart racing.
Dirk dragged her back to the center of the small campground, dropping her onto her back. She lay there for several seconds, staring unblinkingly at the night sky. It was so peaceful there, the stars twinkling in the blackness. It was hard to believe she was enduring this awful treatment. And then the crack of leather once again brought the young girl to. She snapped up, spinning about on her naked ass and seeing Dirk wielding that awful belt again.
"Here, you take it, Red. She bit your fuckin' tongue and hurt you. You got it comin' to you," Dirk said, tossing the belt over Wendy's head.
"No!" she cried out.
Red would kill her. She was sure he would. There was hatred still burning in his eyes even after he had beaten her savagely. She felt her joints and bones aching as she scrambled away from him. Desperately, she pleaded with Dirk to take her, do anything with her. But the big stud folded his arms, nodding in the direction of Red.
"No, no, please! This is crazy! Oh, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. But you were hurting me and ... and...."
Her words died on her lips as the big redhead started coming for her.
"Sink that leather back into her, man. I dig hearin' that sound, 'specially when it's comin' from a young slut like her."
Red cracked the belt against the ground, raising a small cloud of dust and making Wendy shrink back. She began scrambling backward, her nipples brushing over the ground.
Red followed, laughing at Wendy as she moved around mindlessly. She had no idea where she was running to. She only knew she had to keep away from that awful belt cracking just behind her. She scrambled forward, plunging headlong into Dirk's legs. He knead her, kicking her in the belly, pushing her back into bed. Screaming, Wendy scrambled to her feet again and started rushing this way and that.
"Help! Oh, God, somebody help me!" she cried, her voice hardly heard over the laughter of the men jerking off and watching her.
Red was in front of her now, standing spread-legged, bent over slightly at the waist as if he were about to dive from a board into a pool.
She sobbed and begged again, but her cracking voice only provoked him more. He snapped the belt down hard, the tip nipping her toes. Wendy yelled, jumping back while covering her throat with her hands. The wind blew against her bare asscheeks now, rustling through her singed cuntal hairs and making her feel a chill. Her asshole puckered from fear as she shrank back. Someone threw a clod of dirt at her, striking her face.
Wendy let out a cry, stumbling back and falling to her side. "No!"
Slowly, the girl crawled back, inching her thighs over the smooth, hard ground, clawing her fingers at the dirt. Red pursued her, taking short steps, not wanting to hurry the disgraceful scene. Wendy found herself moving slowly, mesmerized by what was happening. He brought the belt down hard again, the black leather wrapping around her thighs and stinging her flesh. It was like a rope, cinching tightly around her legs as he pulled back.
She clawed and shouted, reaching down finally and pulling the belt from around her ankle. Again, the teenager rolled onto her belly, scrambling and charging forward. Someone tripped her, sending the girl pitching onto her side. Red was right behind her. She had to move. Quickly, Wendy began to sit up when she felt something catching at her hair. The barbed wire! She had forgotten about that barricade around the camp! And now she was trapped, raw meat for the enraged young punk. "Aghghghhhhh!"
The belt came down again, the leather smacking dryly across her forehead, then curling around her throat. Dirk laughed, pressing the heel of his boot against her forehead, crushing her skull into the dirt. Squirming on the ground, Wendy curled her fingers around the belt and managed to pull it from her neck. Coughing, rolling around in the dirt, the young girl crawfished back, flailing at the air wildly. Red jerked the belt away, snapped it in the air again, then brought it down flat against her nipples.
The girl shrieked, her body jackknifing while a second scream ripped from her throat. It felt as if someone had touched her nipples with a live cigarette! Scrambling back, Wendy felt dirt working up into her asscrack as the hot pain throbbed agonizingly through her swelling tits. How strange, she thought, that her cunt was steaming, swelling, growing hotter and hotter as the pain savaged her body and mind. Dirk shot out another booted foot, kicking her in the lower back and sending her lurching toward Red.
Wendy looked up just in time to see the belt come down at her again. It seemed to be slicing through the air in slow motion, heading inexorably at her. Turning around, Wendy felt the belt catch the lower swell of her asscheeks. Yelping, she turned her face to him and felt the dust in her nose and mouth make her gag.
Red paused for a second.
"She's probably cummin' her head off right now," Dirk said with a laugh.
"Yeah? Then she's gonna be one happy bitch by the time I get through with her," Red said.
"You ... you animals!" Wendy screamed, clenching her tiny fists together and bringing them against her thighs. "I hate you. I hate all of you!"
"That's what you say now, baby. But man, you're gonna be wantin' more and more."
Again and again, the belt came down, the black leather hissing through the air and burning into her whipped white flesh. Wendy was dizzy with pain and terror. There was nowhere for her to move. The barbed wire still held her hair, tugging and tearing it by the roots while her legs kicked and flailed crazHy around her.
Red brought the belt down around her thighs again, making it chew the flesh along her left inner thigh. It was close, so very, very close to her clit! A trickle of juice oozed from her violated pussy. He was exciting her with the leather, turning her into a rutting whore in front of these guys.
"No, no, no!" she screamed.
But there was a change in her voice now. It was lower, more throaty, and without the conviction of a woman really horrified. The warm, stinging delight of her clit was spreading to all parts of her body now.
Red glared down at her, bringing the belt crashing against her belly one more time. Wendy let out a cry, doubling over, rubbing the injured spot with her fingertips and once more remembering Alice's hysteria. Would she wind up the same way?
What was happening now? The belting had stopped. Her flesh was stinging, hot to the touch, striped with red as she lay there helpless. Dirk bent down, untangling her hair from the barbed wire, freeing her from the fence. Wendy stared wildly around her. What were they going to do to her now? Her legs were spread, her asscheeks flexing as if she were waiting for another hot kiss from the leather belt. The blood-red stripes that streaked her asscheeks seemed to throb more hotly with delight. In some odd connection, they were increasing the joy-agony that made her clit slowly rise from the surrounding soppy cunt flesh and throb.
"Fuck her!" someone shouted.
Her worst fears were confirmed with that cry. They were going to gang-bang her. They were going to fuck her until she bled, then toss her into the dirt, yammering and mad as a hatter!
"I'll warm the bitch up ... as if she needs any warming."
Dirk unzipped his jeans, pulling out that big cunt-splitter. Wendy's eyes widened. The cockhead was even thicker than she remembered it-thick, dark purple, slicked with pre-cum that bubbled from the tiny slit.
The guys all appeared larger than life to her. But Dirk was especially threatening. He was calling the shots, moving both her and the men around like puppets on a stage! She watched as his hands clenched and unclenched, the movements of a murderer! But still the girl stood her ground, not backing down. What was the choice? What was the use? They would only catch her and abuse her more.
Dirk bent down, backhanding her mouth, sending her back into the dirt. The second blow against her cheek left a red palm print. Reaching down, he grabbed her ass and rolled the teenager onto her belly, kicking her legs apart.
Wendy squawked with pain while he jabbed two fingers into her asshole. She tightened her buns, feeling her ass ring cinching around his fingers. He was going to fuck her in the ass! She could see that already! Maybe that was why Alice was so hysterical.
When he pushed in a third finger, she protested violently, slapping back at him. In another moment, Wendy felt Dirk falling on top of her, his weight crushing the wind from her lungs. He was forcing her face into the dirt, flattening her nose against the ground while grabbing her hair and pulling back as he dry-fucked her up and down along her asscrack. When he yanked at her hair, straining her head back until the cords in her neck stood out, Wendy thought he would snatch her bald.
Worse, she could feel her cunt sliding back and forth over the dirt. It was just like with the tree! Things were stimulating her clit, making the tiny trigger spark and flutter with delight.
Wendy let out another cry, closing her eyes and biting down on her pouty lower hp. He was fucking her asscrack more quickly now. Wendy churned under him, her knees spreading out, pressing painfully into the dirt while her legs shivered with spasms. She protested, but Dirk only laughed at her cries. She could feel his prick sinking down deeper and deeper into her sweaty asscrack until that bulbous prickhead was pressing against her asshole. "No!"
It was futile protesting. Surely getting fucked by his prick in the ass would be worse, more degrading than all the whippings she'd endured up to now. Through the roaring in her head, she could hear his friends encouraging him, telling him how to fuck her in the ass while she lay there spread and helpless.
"That's it, man! Tear up that slut's asshole!"
Dirk was holding onto her hips now. Wendy let out a low grunt, her cheek pressing the dirt.
Surely there had to be a God, something or someone who would prevent this from happening. She had done nothing, had never offended anyone. Why was this happening to her? Wendy felt her tits pillowing under her chest while the flats of her hands were pressed against the ground. She tried crawling away from that nudging pain around her shitter, digging her fingernails once more into the hard-packed desert soil. Nothing helped. That fat prickhead was nudging more insistently against her shitter. Dirk was holding her hard, panting against the back of her neck while his knees pressed painfully into the backs of her legs.
"No! No, don't ... don't touch me there!" she cried.
"Man, you're hot everywhere, bitch. I'm gonna sample every fuckin' hole you got," Dirk said.
"Hey, what about me, man?" Red asked.
Red was swinging the belt uselessly back and forth, looking with unmasked envy at the dark-haired stud topping Wendy and hunching his cock into her asscrack.
The girl froze. No. Not Red! Anyone but him!
But Dirk picked up on her apprehension and grinned. As much as he wanted to fuck his cock into her asshole, he wanted to see Wendy suffer. Reluctantly, he pulled back, standing up. It was a silent approval.
Red grinned, wiping the back of his dirty hand over his lips and tossing the belt to the ground. Wendy turned her head just in time to see his pants drop to his ankles and reveal a skinny, bony body. But there was nothing skinny and bony about his prick, now jutting out stiffly. She saw his hellish grin, the look of dark revenge crossing his face as he dropped on top of her.
Wendy could have vomited! She felt horror and revulsion burn through her veins as his cock settled into her asscrack and began poking into her asshole. She screamed, finding renewed strength coming from her pain.
"Oh no, no ... you're killing meeee! You're tearing me apart!"
Dirk jacked off, sending a stream of hot cum onto the girl's face. Wendy hardly noticed as she writhed helplessly under the disgusting redhead. She had to scream out the pain that ripped her insides like some terrifying beast. She felt the blunt head of his cock pressing hard into her shitter. His fingers were clawing up and down her thighs, raking them while he shoved as hard as he could. A terrible piercing pain shot through her ass guts, making the girl scream again and claw wildly at the dirt.
Red was fucking her ass, driving his prick in, making her flesh prickly with fear and horror.
The whole ring of her asshole was being driven up into her bowels. He was really doing it, fucking her in the ass. She could feel his body trembling against her back as he shifted around for a better angle.
Wendy pushed outward in one last attempt to force his cock from her ass. But Red was insistent, shoving his prick in all the way, making the girl let out a horrid groan. He was in her all the way, his balls pillowed out against her ass, his cocklance throbbing in her guts. And still her cunt was hot, throbbing, ready to pop in spite of the revulsion she felt for the bastard.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" he chanted.
Red was off in his own world now, his hips working back and forth while his prick plundered the young girl's ass. Wendy thought she would lose her mind as she felt him slide his hands up to her flattened tits and pinch and crush her nipples. The girl felt him splitting her ass again and again, that hunk of greasy prickmeat slipping past her stretched ass ring and burrowing painfully into her ass guts.
Her cunt winked shut, hungry for a cock while her clit sputtered shamelessly. They couldn't know, not really. At least, Wendy thought, she had that! And while Red fucked her ass, Wendy concentrated on moving her thighs around subtly so the dirt could rub more teasingly against her clit and get her off.
Red was muttering something, his body shivering mightily against hers.
He was cumming!
She could feel the hot splash of his cum against her ass walls while his legs jerked spasmodically against her thighs. He was keeping his prick deep in her ass, hugging her body as if he were afraid someone was going to steal her. She felt the hot cock cream gurgling into her ass, filling up her guts while her cunt clenched and sucked at the dry ground.
Wendy no longer cared who saw her reactions. She kicked and clawed, her toes beating the ground while her red, pinched face revealed what was happening.
"Ooooooooooh!" she gasped.
While Red beat her against the back of her head, she came hard, her body thrashing as she backed her asshole up against the guy's softening prick and sank into a sweet dark dream of sensual feelings.
Oh God, it was happening all over. She was enjoying this shit, begging for more! When would it all end?
CHAPTER SEVEN
Hours had passed. Wendy was back in the cellar with Alice. Her friend had calmed down and now only whimpered, huddled in one corner in a fetal position. Wendy knew she had to be stronger than that. She couldn't break down, fold like Alice and still survive. Those crazy bikers were tireless in their desire to humiliate and hurt her. When they were carrying her back to this place, Wendy thought she'd seen two of them carrying a first-aid kit to a small shelter behind the cabin. Mr. Bernard had to be there.
Sighing deeply, Wendy leaned against the cold stone wall and wondered about the teacher. He had given her her first real sexual experience. She had cum so hard! Of course, it had been nothing like what she'd experienced lately. But Mr. Bernard had opened the window. Wendy felt a kind of obligation to help him.
"Wendy. Are they going to let us go?" Alice's voice was soft, broken.
Wendy shook herself from her reverie and drew next to the trembling girl. She knew Alice was still reliving whatever hell they had put her through, and she slipped one comforting arm around her shoulders.
It was odd how good the young girl felt pressing against her, her tits against her. Wendy felt something stirring in her pussy, something that should be quiet. Her juices were starting to flow while that tight, itchy ache was starting to throb through her cunt. Gently, Wendy drew away, pulling her legs together and patting Alice on the hand.
"Everything's going to be okay. I mean, how much more can they do to us? They'll be letting us go soon," Wendy said, wishing she could believe her own words.
"Oh, do you really think so? Oh, please God, please!"
The two girls prayed silently, Wendy's prayers interrupted all too often by images of being whipped and fucked. She tried pushing them from her mind. But they came back again and again, teasing and taunting her until she felt aroused. Her thighs were burning while her cunt tingled and twitched. She felt the cunt walls growing slick, rubbing deliriously together while her asscheeks flexed against the dirty wooden floor. God in heaven, she was thinking about those horrid young men, wishing they'd come back.
Wendy held her head in her hands. What on earth was happening to her?
The guys burst in suddenly, without warning. Wendy jerked up, her eyes big while Alice screamed and scrambled back into the corner. It wasn't Dirk or any of the others close to him. Wendy drew back, shrinking against the wall as a big shaggy-haired biker took her by the upper arm and dragged her to her feet.
"C'mon. We're gettin' fuckin' drunk out there, and we want to party hearty!"
"No, no...."
He was very drunk. She could smell his foul breath, and she wrinkled up her nose. The sleazy biker saw her reaction and laughed crudely, drawing the naked teenager out from the cellar. Behind her, Wendy could hear Alice screaming and knew the other two men were pulling her out, as well. The camp fires were growing dim as they pulled her protesting all the way back to the tree where they had formerly bound her.
She stopped, her face flushing beet red.
Wendy could almost feel the sharp bark rubbing against her cunt, piercing her clit while that awful whip flayed her skin. And there were the lanterns, those awful things that burned her thighs until they rippled with pain and excitement.
There was Dirk, reeling around the camp with a knife in his hand. He stopped his mad dance, turning around and looking at Wendy with his head cocked to one side. Behind her, the screaming Alice was flaying wildly against the men holding her, her screams filling the night air. Dirk motioned at Wendy and the men dragged her to the tree, spinning her around like a top and throwing her against the trunk.
Wendy felt her ass rubbing against the wood as one of the bikers took her right arm and pulled it up to the jutting limb. It was Jim, the master roper, who took quarter-inch line and looped it around her forearm, fastening it to the limb with three rounds and a double hitch. He moved unsteadily to bind her other arm, beer and liquor having had its effect on him.
Alice had grown quiet, kneeling now on the ground, a small trickle of blood coming from one corner of her slapped mouth.
Wendy grimaced, feeling the line sliding like a saw back and forth against her flesh as Jim adjusted the rope, then tightened it securely until she was tied crucifixion style on the tree. Her heart was beating wildly while her asscheeks flexed against the rough bark. Again she found a splinter, this one more pointy than the other. It was scratching teasingly against her asshole. Oh, how she liked that, liked it a lot! Wendy bit her lower Up, hoping the men wouldn't notice her subtle movements as they had before. They were too drunk, she thought, wincing at the tightness of the ropes around her forearms.
"A little something to warm you up," Dirk said, standing unsteadily in front of her.
He was having trouble focusing in on her, his body swaying from side to side as he clutched a half-empty can of beer. He seemed to be looking for something in his pockets, his face a mask of concentration. Then he smiled, finding what he was looking for and pulling it out.
At first Wendy couldn't understand what was amusing Dirk so. Then she narrowed her eyes, leaning forward and realizing he was holding three long slim firecrackers. She shivered staring at him, then looking at Alice, who appeared to be praying to her. Dirk was obviously amused by the girl's confusion as he waved the long thin things in front of her face. A cool wind from the desert mountains stirred the dirt at her bare feet, making the goose flesh rise under her rustling cuntal hair. Wendy folded one leg over the other, protecting her pussy as the men leered at her. There were half as many around now, the rest having long since passed out from too much booze and fucking.
"You know where these little things are gonna go? Right up your pussy, baby."
For emphasis, he slipped one hand up between her legs, jamming a finger up her cunt and wriggling it until he had her dancing against the tree.
"Yeah, she's good and hot down there. She always is."
Wendy realized they were really going to hurt her now. She bawled, jerking her arms against the restraints, feeling her muscles cramp as she struggled against the tree behind her. The knifing piece of bark was prickling her shitter, reminding the girl of a knife.
Dirk came closer. They were going to tear her apart! Those firecrackers were going to ruin her for life! Alice screamed, covering her mouth with both hands as she looked on in disbelief.
Wendy was beside herself, wriggling her thighs, feeling her bare ass jiggling against the bark as Dirk slipped one cylinder, then another into her cunt. Dirk was careful to leave most of the firecrackers sticking out of her cunthole. He wanted to make sure her cuntal juice wouldn't put out the fuse.
Wendy screamed again, working her cuntal muscles, milking them against the small cylinders, trying to push them out of her pussy. Nothing worked. They were lodged there, poking up against her cuntal flesh, ready to go off when lit. Wendy waited for the flame as Dirk waved the remaining firecracker in front of her eyes.
"And you know where this little mother's goin?"
Wendy shook her head, too terrified to give him an answer.
"Right up your asshole, baby. It's gonna go right up ... here!"
He reached around and slapped her ass, pinching the flesh and making the girl squeal. Wendy cried out again, tears rolling down her flushed cheeks as she jerked on the restraining ropes. Her feet slid back and forth on the exposed tree roots, her soles chafing from the violent moves while Alice whimpered there on the ground. Nothing stopped Dirk. He moved behind Wendy, spreading her asscheeks with both hands even though she did her best to press her ass hard against the tree behind her. He was too strong, too insistent. Wendy felt something poking her shitter, then it slid slowly in, like a well-greased prick! She could feel the thing worming its way into her shitter until the firecracker's paper covering was chafing her ass lining.
Wendy closed her eyes and prayed as she only had as a child, sure that her life as she knew it would be over in a few seconds. The men were out of control, rutting around like animals, topping one horrible torture with another until the girls would finally break. They were expendable, Wendy thought glumly as she watched Dirk fish a pack of matches from his shirt pocket and strike one.
She could smell the burning sulphur, could smell her own fear as he approached and held the flame right in front of her nose. Wendy panicked, feeling her bladder failing. But there was nothing in there to put out the fire.
"Now for a little action," Dirk said.
He ignited the two fuses sticking from the firecrackers in her cunt. Next came the one in her asshole.
Wildly, Wendy worked her ass and cunt muscles once more, trying to shove those awful things from her body. But Dirk had pushed them too deeply for that. Her flesh tingled with fear as the fuses burned closer and closer. She bawled a second time, her fingers curling and biting into her sweaty palms while the ropes chafed her flesh. If only she could free her hands! She would be able to put out those fires and free Alice and Mr. Bernard.
But nothing would help her now. Her mouth became a tight scar while her eyes cinched tightly together. It was all she could do to keep from shitting from terror. The two small fires were rapidly sparking their way toward the firecrackers now. The heat spread across her lower asscheeks while the other flames singed her cuntlips. Wendy cringed, struggling against the horror. She kicked both legs forward, her body sagging heavily from her roped arms.
"God!" she whined.
For a moment, the fires seemed to go out. The burning from the flame no longer sparked against her pussy. The young blonde strained forward, her cunt tingling with unwanted excitement while Dirk bent down to see what was the matter. The two fires started up again after that hesitation, quickly burning up the fuse, to her cunt and asshole.
Wendy had just enough time to realize what had happened before the explosions went off.
"Eaghghghghgeaghghghg!"
It was as if a thousand hells had exploded between her legs. Her thighs shot apart while her head jerked back, scream after scream exploding from her mouth. She was shivering in a fit, sweat rolling down her face and jiggling tits while those million hot-tipped needles had punctured her cunt and shitter at the same time. Her spine straightened against the tree as she bawled and shouted loudly as she could.
How her ass burned! She was sure part of it had been blown off. Tightening her ass and cunt, the girl was trying to smother the fires with her pussy juices.
With another heart-rending cry, Wendy passed out, feeling her cunt and clit sparking in what seemed to be a small orgasm.
How long she had been unconscious, she didn't know. There was the sudden splashing of cold water across her face. Coughing, spitting, Wendy raised her head and felt the cold liquid running down her body. Alice was still on the ground, her hands over her mouth, looking up at Wendy, who could smell something acrid in the air. It was, she guessed, her own burned cuntal hairs.
"Now, that was real good, wasn't it! You dug havin' your cunt tingled like that, right?" Dirk said.
He was pushing his face up against her, breathing that awful breath into her nostrils while fondling her tits. Wendy turned her face from him, still afraid of showing him just how much she was enjoying all this abuse.
"Hey, man, what're we gonna do with this silly slut? Man, she's gettin' on my nerves. All she does is fuckin' cry all the time."
Dirk scratched his head, his thick lips curling into a smile. Wendy shivered. They were all in trouble when Dirk smiled.
"Then let's give her somethin' to cry about. Hang 'em both from the tree-ass to ass."
There was a murmur of approval. Wendy shook her head, begging him to leave her there. She was sore. They had just done something awful to her. How could they do more? But he refused to listen. Dirk untied her himself, grabbing the teenager and pushing her forward.
When Wendy tried to plead with him again, he doubled his fist, sending it crashing into her soft belly.
The girl doubled over, her chafed arms clutching her stomach as she started to sink to the ground, Dirk's rough hands on her arms. He pushed the injured girl forward, her feet shuffling unsteadily over the ground. Someone had dragged Alice away. She could hear her friend's hysterics in front of her, punctuated by shouts of "Shut the fuck up!"
Dirk stopped Wendy with a slap across the back of the head.
"On second thought, I'm too fucked up to haul you cunts up any tree. Just bend over here ... right here," he said, nudging several pieces of discarded wood to one side. "Bring the other cunt over here, too."
Wendy was grateful they'd stopped. It was so hard for her to walk, especially after having endured the double explosion in her cunt and asshole. Gratefully, the girl bent over at the waist, feeling her tits roll forward.
"Okay, now put your hands behind your ankles-yeah, that's it, wrists to ankles, baby."
Wendy did this quickly, feeling her hot sweaty asscrack opening from that awkward position.
Jim came back with the ropes he had used on her on the tree, looping one of them around her right wrist and ankle after Dirk had taken one of the cast-off boards and had lain it across the girl's feet.
"Keep the bitch spread open," Dirk said.
Jim nodded, affixing the wood to her right wrist and ankle. Wendy spread her legs even farther apart, feeling her cunt opening while the throbs of pain continued between her legs. She thought she would never stop feeling the stinging, burning agony as Jim jammed the board between her legs, then roped her left ankle and wrist together.
Wendy wasn't sure if she liked this spread, bent-over position or not. Her hair swept onto the dirt while blood rushed to her head. She was helpless again, unable to see much of what was going on around her. It was difficult to keep her balance.
Wendy heard Alice's whimpers. The girl was behind her, crying, begging, sobbing, doing her best to annoy everyone. Then Wendy heard dragging sounds, finally feeling her friend's naked ass bump up against hers.
"In the same position, cunt. Yeah, that's it, stupid. Back up against your friend over there.
Rub asses. Come on, don't be bashful. Feels good, eh?" Dirk taunted, jerking Wendy's head up by the hair and leering at her. "Good and hot. Hot ass, and that's what you two got, if nothin' else. Good hot butt!"
They bent the brunette over in the same way as they had Wendy, roping her wrists and ankles to the same board. Wendy could feel her friend's ass jiggling and moving frantically from side to side. In a moment, both young girls were roped ass to ass, ankle to ankle, leg to leg.
The blonde teenager wondered what on earth they were going to do to them. After all, it would be difficult if not impossible to fuck either of them in this position.
"Alice, are you all right?"
"Uh-huh ... sort of."
Wendy tried adjusting her awkward, bent-over position, but the ropes holding her wrists to her ankles wouldn't allow her much movement. Trying to bend her knees helped a little. Whenever she dropped her ass an inch or two to ease the pulling ache in her arms, Alice groaned in pain. Wendy realized she would never be able to completely ease the agony in her arms, because Alice's body was forcing her up.
The men laughed as both girls tried to adjust their positions without much success. Their naked bodies swayed against one another, their tits jiggling while they were in that disgusting position.
"Let's have somethin' here to spice this up," Dirk suggested.
"Man, this is too much!" Jim said with a laugh. "What the fuck you wanna do, drag 'em down the highway behind the bikes?"
"Not a bad idea! But maybe for later. Right now, I've got somethin' more interestin' for 'em. Get the generator."
Wendy only vaguely heard their conversation, concentrating instead on the pulling ache throbbing through her arms and thighs. She tried to whisper commands to Alice, commands she thought would help both of them ease the pain they were experiencing. But the brunette could only moan, feeling self-pity while the guys were dragging something big and ugly toward them. In a flash, Wendy recognized what it was. A generator. There was no reason to have that thing out there unless it was for them! First firecrackers, then this! That was what Dirk had meant about spicing things up. God in heaven, when would it end?
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was cold, so cold! Wendy felt the air chilling around her as she watched the guys work with the generator. Jim nearly knocked the small gray box atop the table over, Dirk cursing him and barking orders.
Then Wendy felt Alice's ass press hard against hers, jiggling and jumping while choked, gurgling sounds came from the brunette. Twisting her head around, she saw Alice's head pulled up. There were a pair of legs spread wide right in front of her. She knew immediately someone was making Alice suck cock.
"Oh, let her go! Please!" Wendy begged.
But still the girl coughed and choked, her ass pushing back, nearly making Wendy lose her balance. From the moans, Wendy knew it was that filthy Red. He was fucking the girl's mouth, holding her up while feeding Alice his prickmeat.
"Hey, man, come on. Let's get this thing goin'. You can get the bitch to swing on your rod later," Dirk said.
Reluctantly, Red pulled his prick from Alice's mouth. Wendy could hear her friend sobbing and spitting out the vile mixture of cum and spit. She envied the girl, in a way. For all his faults, Red knew how to fuck, and she was certain that his technique for face-fucking was just as good.
"Oh God, Wendy, please help me!" Alice cried.
Wendy said nothing, grimly knowing the bikers would be through with them when they chose.
"Man, I'm gonna take plenty of time to poke that one. She's gonna yelp when I throw my meat down her throat and cum in her mouth," Red promised. us
"Yeah, yeah, all the time. Now, come on and help us wire these bitches up."
The men fumbled around, unraveling the tangled black wires and laying them on the ground side by side. Dirk chose the less frayed wires. Wendy raised her head again painfully, feeling the ache in her neck and upper back as she peered through her curtaining hair.
Jim bent down and shoved something soft and foul in her mouth. It was a pair of old socks. She clamped her teeth down, pushing the tip of her tongue against the things to shove them out. But Jim was ready for her, pushing the filthy socks in deep with two fingers until they were crammed in her throat. When she murmured an objection, he slapped her hard across the ass, giving the squealing Alice a blow for good measure.
"Don't want you biting off your tongue," he said, sliding his fingers down into her asscrack and jabbing her shitter for good measure.
Wendy rolled her ass, feeling her sphincter clamping down at the intrusion. In a moment she could hear Alice's cries being choked off by cloth.
"Now, let's see how these fit."
Dirk was attaching one end of the wire to the rear of the machine, then uncoiling its length and holding onto a small alligator clamp. Wendy trembled, her fingers working against her ankles while her nipples tingled and lengthened. It was as if she knew exactly what they were going to do with her and her friend. She wanted to shout out something, to scream. But the wadded, spitty socks prevented her from doing so.
Dirk opened the clamp, kneeling to her right and holding one heavy tit in his hand. She trembled, feeling him rub the cold metal thing against her nipple. The girl watched Dirk open and close it, finally opening it all the way and exposing the tiny teeth. He was thumbing her nipple now, making it hard and turgid before letting the clamp bite down.
Wendy closed her eyes, feeling a shiver race through her body. She curled her toes, feeling the sharp biting pain pierce her nipple. The weight of the heavy black wire pulled at her tit tip, distending it as Dirk moved around to her other side with a second wire.
The clamp was hurting her more now, it seemed. She had to take her mind off this, think of something else as she bent over there, obscenely exposing her ass to the men around her. It was almost a surprise, then, when she felt a second pincer clamped to her other nipple, Dirk tugging at the wire and dragging out a low moan from her throat.
Next, a third clamp rubbed up against her clit. Oh, God, was he going to fasten the thing to that? Wendy tried moving her knees together, finding that move made impossible by the board between her legs. The girl let out a groan as she felt the clamp bite down just below her clit. The pain drew more juice from her fuck-hole. It was odd, the way something that painful could make her that aroused.
Dirk took two more wires, unraveling them between her legs, then fastening the clamps to a position just below the one near her clit.
"Unnfnnfffff!"
Alice began moving again, her thighs flexing, her naked ass rubbing up and down against Wendy's while more and more groans escaped from her throat. Wendy guessed they were doing the same thing to her friend. She could feel the girl's jerky, panicked movements behind her.
"Now for the finale, bitch."
She felt someone pulling her asscheeks apart. Wendy's jaw slackened when she felt something thin and cold being inserted into her asshole.
It was a wire, and from Alice's gag-muffled cries, Wendy knew her friend was getting the same treatment.
"Okay, they're set to go," Dirk said while Jim still fiddled around with the wires on the generator. "Goddamn it! You're not that drunk!"
The guys backed away, looking at the girls roped ass to ass, their bodies wired to the generator ten feet away. Both calmed their breathing, sagging against their bonds, waiting for the inevitable. Wendy's mind raced wildly as she heard them fumbling around with the generator behind her. There was a moment's pause, then the sound of mechanical humming. The bikers fell silent, watching the two girls.
Alice squealed, her ass jumping up and rolling while Wendy lurched forward, straining at the ropes binding her wrists to her ankles. Wendy worked her teeth and tongue against the gagging socks. The cold wire that had felt like a snake up her asshole came alive now, sparking with a tingly kind of warmth. It was then she felt the same kind of feeling surging through her nipples, making them harder, suffer, longer. Wendy's cunt tightened, the low current making her muscles work against one another while her clit surged up, throbbing and hard.
It was happening so fast! Wendy had never become this aroused before so quickly! Alice jumped again, her body jerking from side to side as Wendy struggled for balance. Dirk was grinning, his prick tenting up the front of his Levi's as one hand rested on the control dial.
Wendy smiled, glad her hair was preventing the men from seeing that expression on her face. The current was good, even pleasing. The jolt now was hardly more than enough to raise goose flesh. It was Dirk's way, she thought, of letting them know the painful part of the scene was about to happen. The teenager tensed, sure there would be more pain soon. Bending her knees slightly, she leaned gainst Alice, feeling the girl's asscheeks flex against hers.
"Ohhhhfhfffff!"
Dirk turned the dial another setting higher. Wendy felt a kind of itchy, hot ache starting to spread through all parts of her body. The pincers warmed, biting down harder, it seemed. The girl furrowed her forehead, sucking in more air through her burning, flared nostrils as she worked her ass sensuously against Alice's. She felt her clit swell even more while her tits glowed with heat. Her asshole was winking and opening, tiny farts escaping and threatening to dislodge the long black wire. As the current surged through her body, the blonde jerked backward, biting down hard on her spit-soaked gag.
"Man, go for it, bitch! Look at the two of 'em," Dirk said, pointing at Wendy and Alice. "They can't get enough of it."
Wendy growled, sweeping her head from side to side, her long blonde hair brushing over her ankles and wrists. Her tits rolled forward, swaying against one another. She had the most awful urge to fall onto the ground as her tumid pussymeat grew more and more swollen and moist. But there was Alice behind her, jerking and twisting as if she were being knifed in the back. Wendy bobbed her ass up and down, waiting for Dirk to increase the current.
Yes, yes, Wendy was expectant, almost panting with desire to have more electricity tingling through her nipples and clit.
Wendy didn't have to wait long. It was like fingers pinching her nipples, crushing them while more fingers pushed into her cunt and asshole. She stiffened, pushing back against Alice, her thighs ridging while juice frothed from her spasming cunthole.
It was shameless, what she was doing. But the teenager couldn't help herself. The electricity was making her pussy spasm, making her climax again and again while her nipples turned purple and swelled against the biting clamps. She made a face, the blood rushing wildly through her head while her tits swayed and slapped against one another. The shocks felt like shards of glass scratching her distended nipples and clit. She let out another fart, feeling her muscles working against one another while Alice let out a scream. More than once, Wendy feared she would lose control of her bowels and shit all over her best friend.
"Unnnfnnfnnffff!"
Dirk twisted the dial again, sending more amperage crashing into the two hapless girls. Wendy felt as if she were being struck by lightning. Her tits, belly, cunt and asshole were being ripped to pieces by fiery knives. She thought about that switchblade and went into another spasm of perverse delight. Surely, any more current would kill both her and Alice.
"Yaghghghfhfhfhffff!"
Dirk was pushing them to the limits. It made the two girls jump and jerk while their bodies fried under the electrical assault. Wendy's lips were frothed with spit, having turned as purple and swollen as her nipples while her tongue wagged out like a devil's. She couldn't control herself. She was pissing freely down her thighs, the piss sparking from the electricity while the men laughed at her distress. Now the pain was enormous inside her, as if there were some powerful beast stalking around, clawing and biting at her internal organs.
Alice was shrieking through her gag steadily now, her body jumping up and down as if it were a puppet. Jim was jacking off, watching as Dirk turned the dial yet another notch. Wendy was a writhing mass of vibrating flesh, her body pressing against Alice's while her head snapped wildly from side to side. Both girls screamed grotesquely, their arms spasming, their muscles swelling against the ropes, their thighs rippling while climax after climax spilled through their cunts.
And then it was over! The electricity had been a wall, a prop against which Wendy and Alice both leaned. Now it was gone. Dirk had switched off the machine when their cries had become broken. Jim and Red jerked the pincers freely, and Wendy was finally able to work the awful-tasting gag from her mouth.
"Alyeeeeeeee!" she screamed, her voice shrilling past soprano as all the built-up pain and pleasure escaped from her throat.
Red freed Wendy while Jim grabbed her hair, pulling her around in front of Alice. He fucked his stiff cock into her cunt, sawing his cock back and forth while she threw back her head and let out a sharp, cold laugh.
Yes, she was hysterical, as mad as Alice had been in the cellar a few hours ago. Let them fuck her. Let them all fuck her. She didn't care. She was their whore, their kept slut. The young girl lurched his hips back and forth, feeling that prick savaging her pussy. Her body still buzzed from the electrical torture.
Dirk slapped Alice across the face, pulling the ropes from her and tossing the wild-eyed girl onto her back. While Jim threw Wendy down, twisting her around and continuing to fuck her dog-style, Alice lay prone on the ground as Dirk pressed against her and started working his ass up and down. Wendy knew the girl was being fucked. And she seemed to be enjoying it now.
"Take it, you little slut! Take my big dick in your cunt!" Jim rasped.
Jim was hammering his skinny hips against Wendy's ass hard now, his narrow prick fucking into her pussy and setting off sparks that made the teenager grunt with each fuck-thrust.
Yes! Yes! This was what she'd been waiting for all her life. A life of fucking, nothing but fucking. Everything else in her life faded away as Wendy squirmed her ass around in the air, her cunt gobbling up Jim's fucking cock while she clawed at the ground and moaned with delight.
"Man, I wanna see your face when you pop off," Jim said.
He whirled Wendy around again, still keeping his prick packed inside her hot little cunt while throwing her onto her back. Wendy forgot all about Alice. She began to get a startled look in her eyes while her breathing was coming in quicker little gasps. Her nails pressed into Jim's asscheeks as she embraced this man who wanted nothing more than to fuck her senseless. She was bucking her hips, feeling Jim's bony fingers digging into her ass. When he shoved one up her shitter, Wendy let out a hoarse cry, her eyes rolling crazily as she beat his lower back with her heels.
Jim was sweating heavily, ignoring Dirk and the others as he churned his cock deep in her cunt, then bent down and shoved his tongue into her mouth. Wendy loved that! She fought back, gurgling happily while beating her naked ass against the dirt. Her greedy cunt milked and sucked at the guy's rodding prick while he continued to fuck her harder and harder. The girl's ass flew up and down when Jim grabbed at her tits and started pinching and crushing her nipples. They were rock-hard now, and the more he pinched them, the stiffer and more tingly her nipples seemed to become. Tearing her mouth away from Jim's she panted heavily, gasping for air.
Wendy let out long sighs as Jim scratched her whip-striped ass. Alice was screaming out something behind her while the men roared. Wendy didn't care. All that mattered, she thought, was the golden hot feeling bubbling in her cunt and spreading to her asshole and tits.
Jim pushed a second finger into her tight moist asshole, twisting the fingers around and around, worming them in knuckles-deep. Wendy loved that, her thighs slipping and sliding while Jim's perspiration dripped into her eyes.
"Uhhhhhhh...."
"Man, she's poppin' ... she's gonna pop!"
Jim panted, shaking the sweat from his forehead.
Wendy heard him through the roar in her ears. She lifted her cute ass in the air and let it hang there trembling, her buns flexing while her thighs tightened against the skinny man's body. She thought her cunt would snap his cock off. It felt hot and hard enough, the girl thought as she sucked in more air through her flared nostrils. Her cunt started to grab his prick like a fist, making him groan and shiver while his balls rose in their sac and pressed against his groin. Wendy could feel the guy trembling for a second, his body swaying while his fingers dug into her narrow shoulders.
Then she felt it-felt the hot, splashing sensation of his jizz splattering against her cuntal walls.
Wendy wailed, hammering his shoulders with her small fists while twisting and writhing under him. She was going to cum, too! She was going to climax in front of all of them once more, fucking her cunt onto that cum-shooting cock!
"Wawwwwahahhhhhhhaaaaaa!" Wendy threw her head back, her eyes glazing over while her tits jiggled. Jim bit down hard onto her right nipple, chewing it while lifting her tit from her heaving chest. The pain in her tit tip, the feeling of those fingers still twisting and fucking in her ass, everything contributed to the wonderful sensations searing her body. The girl jerked and gasped, her head snapping from one side to the other while she clawed her long nails against Jim.
"Ooooowwwww! Oooooooh!"
Her movements slowly became more serpentine as the cutting edges of her climax ebbed. She began to feel reality creeping in and became terribly aware of the ache in her lower back. She had been slammed hard against the ground. Jim was still on top of her, biting her nipples, still getting the most from his climax. Wendy dropped her hands from his shoulders, ashamed that she had actually clung to this punk as if he were her lover, when all he wanted to do was destroy her and Alice and Mr. Bernard.
"Man, she made it, made it big," Dirk said, pulling his prick out of the semi-conscious Alice. "She kept wailin' away, but I felt her pussy clutchin' at my dick."
"This one didn't even try to hide it. She's somethin' else, a real whore," Jim said, moving his hips from side to side while his cock began to soften in Wendy's pussy.
Wendy's breathing began to return to normal. She moved her fingers along the hard-packed dirt and closed her eyes while the last of his jizz spilled into her pussy. Jim slowly began to pull his prick out, her cuntal walls slipping itchingly back together.
How odd, she thought. There was no more fear, no more apprehension as to what these horrid bikers would do to her. In fact, all she could think of was what delight she would get from the next time.
CHAPTER NINE
They dragged Mr. Bernard out shortly after Jim had fucked Wendy. He was unconscious or so it seemed. Modestly, Wendy covered her tits, ashamed she had been thinking such lascivious thoughts in front of her teacher. But he lay there, his shirt torn, his pants ripped, his face bloodied. Only by the rise and fall of his chest could the girl be sure that he was still alive.
She was standing now, her hands on her upper arms, her legs trembling from the cold.
Would the guys ever let them get warm? Alice was kneeling, cum still oozing from her pussy slot and dribbling down her thighs. She was too ashamed to stare back at her friend. Dirk had told Wendy out loud how Alice had rutted there on the ground, kicking and screaming in the end with pleasure while he raped her. Wendy didn't believe him for a second. But still, the brunette was too mortified for words and couldn't stare back at her friend.
Mr. Bernard groaned. Dirk sauntered up to Wendy, stopping at her side, looking first at her, then at her prone teacher.
"Seems like we come full circle. We find you two fuckin' your brains out on the road, and now here you are, back again with Mr. Super Stud. Looks super, don't he!" Dirk said with a nasty laugh, nudging the teacher with the toe of his boot.
"He's better than you are," Wendy said, feeling something like rebellion rising in her.
Dirk pursed his lips, considering the remark before wheeling around and crashing his fist into her belly.
Wendy choked, falling to her knees, holding her injured belly while she gasped. Alice let out a little moan and turned away.
"Now, you don't fuckin' talk that way to anybody around here, understand? You do and you'll get more of the same, maybe even get dragged behind a bike. You hear?"
Wendy nodded as he nudged her with the sole of his boot. She fell onto her side on the ground, still gagging and moaning. He had hit her hard, his knuckles bruising her abdomen and knocking the wind from her lungs. It was all she could do to keep from retching.
"Now, we'll see just how good he is. You want his cock hard? Suck him, right here, in front of us," Dirk demanded.
Wendy looked at him, then pushed her hair back as she saw Dirk pulling out that knife again. Was he going to use it on them? Again he barked out the command. Sighing, giving Alice one long look, Wendy fought the fear she felt and tried to hide the nervous shivering in her body. Reaching forward, she knelt between Mr. Bernard's still legs and reached up, unzipping his fly. There it was, his prick, now limp, almost lifeless. Her fingers caressed the wrinkled sac of his hairy balls, and she opened her mouth wide and guided half of his cock into it.
The salty, faintly meaty taste of his prick made her swallow hard. She thought she could hear Mr. Bernard moan. Did he move? Was she bringing him back to life? She felt his cock stiffen slightly in her mouth as she rolled her tongue around the sensitive underside. She was sucking this man's cock, actually putting the thing in her mouth and bobbing her head around while the others watched. She was truly the whore Dirk and Jim had called her.
Rolling the head of Mr. Bernard's prick around with her tongue, Wendy was delighted at the way it grew in little jerky lurches. She widened her knees a little more, feeling her cunt warming. It was amazing! And if she hadn't heard the groans of Alice behind her, hadn't suspected that Dirk would cut the girl's throat at any second, she would have enjoyed the cocksucking even more.
But the girl still felt delight surging through her. The sensual response of the cock in her mouth flattered her. Mr. Bernard was making soft moans now, his legs stirring while the bikers drew closer.
Wendy drew in her cheeks, wriggling her tongue around the cockhead while breathing heavily through her nostrils. Mr. Bernard's knees rose, brushing against her swinging tits. Wendy responded by rolling her tongue faster around the prickhead, opening her eyes and admiring the masculine form of the teacher's muscular body. Suddenly, Wendy forgot all about how he'd been beaten and kicked half-dead. He was her new lover now, a new man to conquer as she bobbed her head up and down.
Wendy sighed softly, her free hand going to the man's hip as she gently pulled him toward her face. Mr. Bernard seemed to wake up now, moaning ecstatically, his ass rising and falling in an easy rolling motion. The girl felt her jaw hurting as Mr. Bernard's prick thickened. It was becoming more and more difficult to swallow his entire cock down her throat. The young girl relaxed her throat muscles a little more, deep-throating his prick, feeling the flow of pre-cum increase from his piss slit.
He was awake now, brought back to life by her sucking mouth. Wendy felt a chill ripple down her spine as she heard Dirk say something about getting rid of the two of them.
Would sucking this cock be the last thing she would do in life? Then, Wendy thought, she would enjoy it fully.
The stroking motions of the prick in her mouth sent heat to her cunt, goose bumps rising on her skin. Fear combined with sexual arousal made Wendy throw herself into the cock-sucking even more fervently.
Wendy heard the guys whispering above her. She saw their dusty black boots move out of her field of vision, Dirk laughing cruelly. The heavy scraping of boots on the hard soil frightened Wendy. She hummed, hoping to make the teacher's prick respond faster.
Rough hands suddenly slapped her naked ass. She let out a loud gasp, silenced by a cracking slap across the face. Wendy cringed, letting the teacher's cock fall from her lips. The sudden assault on her naked ass took the pleasure away from her cock-sucking for the moment. Mr. Bernard's cock had swelled to nearly its full length, bobbing and jerking above his groin, glistening with her spit. Wendy swallowed, feeling the slick, salty flavor of his pre-cum ooze down her throat.
"No, baby, don't stop suckin'. I wanna see that big fucker cum down your throat."
She couldn't disobey Dirk. He'd kick her into submission. As he shoved her head back toward the teacher's crotch, Wendy took the end of the man's prick into her mouth once more. They were all staring at her, laughing at her as they had before. She was shaming herself again, and loving it at the same time. Her cunt tightened in a spasm of arousal.
"These bitches," Dirk said with obvious derision. "They can be made to do anything. Just look at this little slut. She probably sucked the whole high school football team, and then she puts on this prissy attitude when we tie her up.
The words were familiar enough. The tone frightened Wendy. She thought the guys were drunk enough to kill her and Alice. What witnesses could there be? Three bodies buried in a shallow desert grave. Their bones wouldn't be discovered for the next twenty years!
Wendy threw herself enthusiastically into her cock-sucking.
If the teacher had been less injured, Wendy knew he would have been shooting cum into her throat already. As she grew more involved in the act, Wendy found herself getting back to the original feeling of pleasure she'd experienced earlier. Nerves in her sucking mouth telegraphed sensations into her cunt.
She could imagine how nice that cock would feel fucking in and out of her pussy. Yes, to have Mr. Bernard making love to her gently, then savagely, tearing at her while fucking her cunt into a hot explosion of cum! How she would twist on his prick, impaled on his fucker, pierced by that thick, long thing while she jerked and twitched to her climax!
Wendy felt the red fog of approaching orgasm settling over her again, dimming her reaction to everything except that jerking, thick cock rodding her around. The rich juices started bubbling more heavily from her aroused cunt.
Wendy's spit soaked Mr. Bernard's hairy groin. She moved her hand up and down on his prick, loving the loose softness of the outer skin and the way it slipped over the hard core. She felt hands on her ass, stroking softly, increasing the heat in her cunt. Wendy liked the gentle contrast with the knives that had recently scarred her soft asscheeks. She rolled her ass, presenting the wet gash of her cunt to whoever was behind her. The coughing told her it was that savage Red, that animal. But he was a man, he had a prick, and he could satisfy her at this point. She hummed, sucking on the teacher's prick.
There were more shuffling sounds. She could feel the blunt, fat head of a large cock pressing against her cuntal mouth. Wendy bore down, feeling the warmth of that prick kindle a savage fire in her pussy. She oozed a river of cunt juice. It spilled over her clit and dribbled like gravy on her shivering thighs. Spreading her knees on the cold desert ground, Wendy went for the teacher's prick with more zeal than ever.
Red's cockhead nudged into her cunt. Wendy gasped. The sudden move had nearly made her bite down on Mr. Bernard's cock. She put her tongue over her lower lip to shield his cock from her teeth. And how excited Mr. Bernard was becoming! His pre-cum oozed into her mouth. It made the end of his cock taste almost like a rare steak, meaty and warm. Wendy purred deep in her throat and tried to swallow the whole cockshaft.
The prick behind her moved in and out, in and out in a distracting rhythm. Wendy wanted to match the strokes of Red's prick with her own movements, rolling her hips back toward him, sucking harder on the teacher's cock. Having two cocks stimulating both ends of her body was delicious. Red matched his cock-strokes with her bobbing head, watching her swivel her hips, feeling the delightful sensation of his prickhead being gummed by her oozing cunt.
"Ummmmm-hummmm!" Wendy purred, matching the cunt-fucking with her cock-sucking.
For an instant, the teenager imagined feeling another prick, this one in her ass. The idea of three-cocks sliding in counterpoint, fucking all her wet, hot holes, drove the young girl wild. She jerked, speeding the lewd rhythm slightly.
Red liked it. Wendy rolled back against him. The heavy, hanging weight of her tits was like a mass of warm dough, soaking up and magnifying every movement of her body. Wendy looked up at Mr. Bernard's face. His eyes were half-opened, his fists clenching on the ground. She knew that the rigid stiffness of his cock and the tensed muscles in his abdomen signaled that he was about to climax. Wendy sucked more slowly.
The hot, lewd energy in her body had to have an outlet. Wendy found herself working her cuntal muscles faster and faster. Her hips moved like the beater in a washing machine, churning out a frothing rhythm. The cock in her pussy moved faster, swelling up like the teacher's cock swelled in her mouth. Wendy knew they were both going to shoot. She felt the teacher's prick pulse. She growled, looking up with growing fascination as Mr. Bernard held back for the moment. "Ohhhhhffffff!"
Red's prick was fucked all the way into her cunt now, stirring around, pistoning back and forth, inflaming her pussy. Alice sobbed out something from behind. But Wendy could only hear a voice in her own mind whispering excitedly for more cock, more lewdness. The sensual tension wasn't just in her crotch or her belly now, but all through her body.
She took a firmer grip on the teacher's cock and plunged her face down until his cockknob gagged her. Wendy forced herself to swallow the end of his prick. The thrusting cockmeat in her cunt was driving her insane, making her suck faster as her cunt squeezed around Red's fucker. The rushing, roaring sound of her pulse drowned out the trio's breathing. In shock from fhe sheer horny delight of the two cocks, she looked at the teacher, her eyes wild.
Red grunted behind her. The force of his fuck-thrust nearly knocked the girl to the ground. She deep-throated the teacher's prick. At any second, both cocks would explode. Her tits bounced violently as she hunched and sucked.
Wendy didn't even notice how Dirk moved around to Mr. Bernard, starting to kick him violently as the man shot his choking cum-load down her throat. She could hear the teacher screaming, Alice pleading while Red fired his jizz into her pussy. But nothing mattered. Her body twitched too, driven by shock and lust into a mass of jumping nerves and spasming muscles. The sticky warmth of the two males' cum drowned her.
Everything faded into a scarlet fog, shot through with the colored blasts of her ongoing orgasm. Why the fuck should she care about Mr. Bernard?
CHAPTER TEN
Was Mr. Bernard dead? She had thought so before, and then Dirk had dragged the teacher out to be blown, only to be kicked unconscious as he shot his wad down Wendy's throat. Alice kept screaming over and over that the poor man had been killed. But then, Alice was hysterical again, seeing and hearing things like a crazy person. Even Dirk frowned at what he'd accidentally turned the brunette into, talking about turning her loose into the desert like some unwanted animal.
They had finally tossed Alice back into the cellar, stifling her cries by shutting the door.
With Wendy, they had other plans. Some of the guys began sobering up, scratching their dirty, matted hair and talking about going back to the city. Dirk knew he had nearly used up the novelty of having the two girls as playthings. To think of something new taxed his brain. Jim came to the rescue, pulling out an old sawhorse he'd found behind the cabin. The top two-by-four was badly splintered, one of the rear legs shorter than the others.
Wendy still could taste Mr. Bernard's cum in her mouth as Dirk lead her to the sawhorse. She knew better than to resist. Looking over her shoulder she could see the eastern sky starting to turn gray. They had been beating and fucking her all night! Her stomach was growling. The gnawing hunger kept the tired girl awake as Dirk pushed her down onto her back, lining her spine up with the narrow board.
It hurt to rest like this, her hands pushed down to the sawhorse's feet while her asscrack split itself on the top board. She moved slightly, feeling the narrow hard surface pressing agonizingly up against her spine and jutting shoulder blades. Jim, ever ready with more rope, pulled her arms down to either side of the sawhorse's legs, binding her rubbed-raw wrists to the dirty wood in figure-eight knots.
Wendy let her head fall back, arching her spine slightly while pressing down on her ass to relieve some of the pressure against her spine. Jim was back at her ankles, pushing them in against the front legs of the horse, then slipping two more pieces of quarter-inch line around them and securing her legs to the device. She could feel him cinching the rope tightly around her legs, securing them so well she could hardly move her ass.
Dirk pulled down his Levi's after shedding his boots, slipping from his pants then opening his shirt. He was nearly naked when he straddled the teenager, his hairy, muscular thighs hugging her hipbones while his prick flopped down loosely and pressed against her belly. Reaching down, he grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair, jerking her head up until her chin pressed against her sternum.
For a moment, Wendy thought he might want her to suck his cock. She had heard him comment once or twice about how good her cocksucking had been and how envious he was of the semi-conscious teacher. But his cock was still limp, not excited at all. She screwed up her face quizzically, feeling the biker start to move his hips in a strange way over her body. He bent his knees slightly, pushing his feet back until his heels were striking hers. Still, his prick remained limp.
Wendy stared up at him, her eyes rounding as she saw a droplet of something ooze from the piss slit. It wasn't pre-cum. He wasn't hard enough. It was piss!
"Nooooo!" she cried out.
Wendy tried jerking her head away, closing her eyes, refusing to look. He was going to piss on her! She heard the biker let out a beefy fart.
Some of the others drew closer, watching with curiosity.
"Gonna piss on the slut?" Red asked, fumbling for his prick.
"Yeah, man. She's a toilet. Might as well let her realize it."
"No, don't ... don't do this to me! Oh, God in heaven, please don't do this to me!" she wailed, feeling the bile rising in her throat.
But the clenching fist tugging and tearing at her hair told her otherwise. Dirk sneered down at her, his hairy balls pillowed against her body as one droplet of piss followed another more quickly. Wendy grimaced, feeling the hot stream start to flow over her belly. It began slowly, then became a spurting flood that spattered onto her flesh. She cringed, forced to watch as the twisting yellow stream shot into her navel, sending up a spray of piss that splashed onto her tits.
Dirk reached down with his free hand, gripping his cock and directing the stream of piss against the heavy underswell of her tits.
Wendy felt the stinging spray against her nipples, watched as the smelly piss slicked down her nipples, ozzing down her sides like yellow sweat. Dirk laughed cruelly, moving the stream up until he was spattering it against her chin. Horrified, Wendy shut her mouth tightly, refusing to open it even though the biker was twisting her hair and making her want to scream in agony. She could feel the hot droplets splashing off her piss-stained tits, stinging her cheeks and nose and forehead. Still, she refused to open her mouth.
Dirk twisted her hair harder, tearing strands out by the roots. Just when she thought she would scream anyway, he went dry. The biker cursed, letting her go while backing off and looking around for his jeans.
Red was next, ignoring the piss-soaked belly he straddled. The vile redhead was obviously ready to kill her if necessary to satisfy himself. He tugged and jerked at her hair. His piss shot out like water from behind a dam, striking her chin and soaking her throat and hair.
Wendy tried to keep her mouth shut, her chin trembling while Red sprayed more and more piss in her face. Her eyes stung from the salty, smelly piss while her soaked hair began to reek and smell like a sewer. Red raised his smooth, naked ass for a moment and doubled the fingers of his free hand. He punched down onto her belly hard, forcing the girl to let out a howl. That was what he'd been waiting for. Raising his ass a little higher, he grabbed hold of his piss-shooting prick and directed the yellow stream into her mouth.
Wendy thought she would die! The piss swirled around in her throat, spilling over her lips and dribbling down the sides of her face. For a moment, she forgot about the hard wood under her pressing against her spine. All she could think of was the foul taste in her mouth, of the piss foaming and splashing around her tonsils and throat as the guy emptied his bladder.
Finally, it was over. Red backed away, shaking the final few drops of piss against her face.
Wendy lay there, feeling as if she were the most worthless thing in the world. She could smell herself, and the odor was stupefying. The ground around her quickly absorbed the spilled piss, adding to the stale, sour odor.
Someone was hovering around her head. Looking up, Wendy caught sight of two bucketfuls of water just in time to close her mouth. The cold liquid cleansed her shivering body as she turned her head to one side and caught some of the water, rinsing her soured mouth as best she could. At least, she thought grimly, they had washed off the foul piss.
Alice was over Mr. Bernard, shaking him, looking at his chest, then shaking him again. Sometime during Wendy's humiliation, they had dragged the other girl from the cellar.
It was getting lighter, Wendy noticed. They would get nervous holding them there in the daylight. There would be patrols surely covering the area, searching for them. Maybe the bikers were going to let them go. Bound this way, her spine hurting her terribly, Wendy nevertheless felt a strange mixture of joy and sadness surge through her.
"Hate to let you go," Dirk said, looking ruefully down at the bound girl.
Wendy wriggled in her bonds, feeling the rope rubbing agonizingly, deliriously against her wrists and ankles. She knew what he meant. She could see it in his eyes that he understood her, and for one mad, insane moment she thought about asking to stay with him. That would be too sick!
Dirk untied her hands and legs, pushing her off the sawhorse and into the dirt. Wendy lay there obediently, afraid to move without permission. She knew how to play his game. She had learned quickly. And when she felt his boot press once more against the back of her neck, making her spine ache while he pushed her face into the dirt, Wendy felt something like pleasure and fear mix delightfully in the pit of her belly. He was wiping his boots on her, nudging her with the toe of his boot, then lifting her roughly from the ground.
She found herself facing the cabin. He was breathing heavily against the back of her neck, his hands pinning her elbows behind her back until her shoulders hurt while he jabbed his knee into her lower back.
"Take a good look at this place, baby, 'cause you'll never see it again. We're gonna drop you people off a ways from here. And you and that cunt over there are gonna keep real quiet about all this, okay?"
Wendy nodded her head, looking at Alice. The girl was stroking Mr. Bernard's face, too terrified to understand. She would talk with Alice later. She would calm her. Mr. Bernard, she was certain, would be lucky if he remembered anything. The bikers and their secret hideaway cabin would be safe from the authorities.
"Too bad we can't take you, baby. I'd make a real good doll outta you," Dirk said, holding onto Wendy tightly for one moment more before letting her go.
Wendy wanted to say something, but was afraid to open her mouth. Would it be wrong to confess she had enjoyed what had happened, had learned so much about herself? She thought so, and she lowered her eyes, feeling grateful that she was alive.
They were helping Mr. Bernard up. He looked dazed. His broken arm was limp at his side as he leaned heavily against the sobbing Alice.
Yes, they would have a hard time explaining what had happened. Their clothes were beyond wearing. The authorities would find this man half naked, wandering around with two nude teenagers in the middle of the Mojave Desert.
At least, Wendy thought, they were alive to talk about it. And talk about it they would, she guessed as she ambled toward Mr. Bernard and felt an inner glow begin to warm her pussy.
