It is difficult to judge what a person's reactions will be during a stress situation. The prisoner of war who gives in to his captors' demands, the kidnapped heiress who joins forces with her abductors-both must act without past experience to guide them. The end result can be either a very negative or a positive experience.
In TORMENTED VIRGIN young Sarah finds herself in just such a situation. Held captive by two sadistic men, degraded and sexually abused, she nevertheless finds within herself hidden resources, a strength of character she never realized she had.
Sarah suffers through an unspeakably horrible experience, yet she comes through with her sensibilities intact, knowing she is more of a woman for what has happened to her.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
As the Park Service helicopter swung low in wide, graceful arcs over the desolate pine covered hills of the forest preserve, Sarah shivered with both fear and anticipation at what was to come. Frank, the pilot, spoke loud over the rotors' noise and pointed towards a small clearing on the south slope of a hill next to a clear mountain lake.
"Like it?" he shouted. "That's your home for the next three days!"
Sarah smiled weakly and turned towards her companions in the back seat. "Not much, is it?" she said, nodding towards the campsite that was rapidly growing larger.
Steve looked up from his survey map and shook his head, indicating he couldn't hear her over the roar of the engine above them.
Laura, squeezed tight beside him in the tiny compartment, leaned forward and brushed away a sweat-plastered strand of black hair from her forehead.
"That's the same thing I said last time I was up here," she said. "But these forest surveys never take more than three days. Makes you appreciate the university dorms a lot more."
Sarah grinned and turned away, hoping her instant friendship with Laura would continue throughout the summer. Both her and Steve had been working with the National Park Service under a university grant for several years and had interviewed Sarah together when she applied for the summer job. Their closeness and ease with each other had almost led Sarah to assume they were married until one of her friends in the office mentioned they just lived together and often dated others. It was the same girl that let Sarah peek at Laura's school records for a moment. Like herself, she was majoring in forestry and held a B plus average. Her last two summers had been spent on the project; flying out to various sites of the preserve rarely traveled by the summer vacationers.
Now, with her mother dead, there was no longer a home to go back to during the summer break. Sarah felt sorry for her long-ailing mother, but did not feel homesick.
The sudden jar of the copter's rail striking the ground brought her back to reality. Over the dying whine of the engine, she could hear Leak's anxious whines from the wire cage attached to the outside of the fuselage. She had fallen in love with the massive black Labrador the first time she saw it, curled at Steve's feet in the department's office. Her mother had never approved of pets of any kind.
"Home Sweet Home," Frank said, taking off his aviator's glasses for the first time. Sarah looked past his piercing blue eyes nervously as he turned towards her. Frank hungrily eyed the young coed beside him, wondering why she wasn't working as a model instead of 'pine picking', as he called it. Her brief green sun halter did little to hide the fullness of her soft, white breasts. Instead, it only pressed them closer, forming a deep, inviting cleavage that glistened with tiny beads of perspiration which he longed to lick away. He let his eyes glide down her sleek, tiny waist towards the rich warmth of her young thighs. He could almost see the outline of her pubic mound on the faded denim shorts she wore and wondered if the silky hairs rimming her vaginal lips were as blonde as the ones forming her wispy hair-do.
"Damn," he thought, moving his eyes away as Steve tapped the seat behind him. "Have to look her up when they get back this Friday." He silently cursed the State Police call he received as they left, asking for his assistance in the search for several men still missing from Sunday's Correctional Camp escape. If not for them, he could have stayed at the campsite an hour or two before returning to the university airport for another survey team's flight elsewhere. "Damn! She looks like she's dying for a good fuck, too!" With a sigh of regret he popped open his Plexiglas door and hopped out into the short weeds to help Steve unload their few supplies.
They released Leak who disappeared instantly into the forest wall with a few short bounds and helped the women haul the larger of the two collapsible tents into the shade of the pines.
"Nervous?" Laura asked, watching as Sarah fumbled with the tent poles.
"Umm, yes and no," she answered. "I mean it's one thing to read about forestry work and another thing to actually do it."
"Well, just do what Steve says and don't rush. Just relax and don't be so tense. Look at you, hopping around trying to do everything at once." Laura took her arm and sat Sarah on a log out of the way while she expertly erected the tents. Sarah blushed and almost jumped up as Laura turned away and bent over to retrieve a fallen peg. The older woman's brief shorts had crept so far up her tanned thighs the startled blonde could see each dimpled cheek. She would never have guessed Laura was not wearing any panties.
"Whew!" Laura said, gulping in the parched air in large gasps that clearly outlined her jutting breasts and nipples. "I don't know what it is about those helicopter rides, but I always feel as horny as hell afterwards. She tugged at the legs of her shorts and let a little of the breeze blow across her cunt. "My pussy feels nearly scalded. How about you, Sarah?"
"No, no," she stammered, shocked at the woman's casual reference to her private parts. She never imagined a woman referring to her own body with such coarse, vulgar words. "I'm okay."
"Sure? You can go skinny-dip in the lake and give Frank a thrill on his take-off if you want."
"No, I couldn't do that," she said, trying to keep her voice as light as Laura's.
"Why not?" she continued, curious about the tension in the young girl's voice when she spoke of sex. "I saw him looking your way during the ride out. He must have stripped you naked and fucked you seven different ways with his eyes. But I guess with a figure like yours, you're used to it."
"Used to it?" Sarah said, praying Laura would change the topic.
"To men staring at you and getting hard-ons. I'll bet on campus eyes really turn when that little butt of yours wiggles by."
"Stop it!" Sarah finally shouted, unable to endure the obscene picture the woman had painted for her. "I... I don't like dirty talk like that. It's not decent."
"Well, excuse me," Laura shot back, her expression as cold as ice. "I never figured you for a Little Miss Prim."
"No, I meant... " Sarah began, trying to explain how her mother had never tolerated any foul language, especially if it dealt with sex.
"I know what you meant," Laura hissed. "You as much as said I had a foul mouth. So forget it. Here, this is your job anyway." She thrust the canvas-bagged supplies towards Sarah and stalked off towards the men and the helicopter.
Sarah chewed her lip in silence and began stowing away the supplies, wincing as light laughter floated towards her from the trio. Laura pointed in her direction with an angry shake of her long black hair. Sarah ignored the copter as Frank took off and circled them once before heading away.
It was a half hour later before Steve caught her alone and motioned towards a large, gnarled oak on the clearing's edge.
"C'mon," he said, gently leading her by the arm. "We have to have a few words before this thing gets out of hand."
"What did she tell you?" Sarah asked, twisting out of his gentle, but firm grip.
"Nothing really," Steve said. "I was hoping you could clear things up. She's got a fast temper, but cools down pretty quick. So, what's up?"
"Well, nothing really," Sarah said hesitantly, looking down towards the ground to avoid his eyes. "It's just that she started talking dirty and I kind of exploded before thinking."
"Ah, I see," Steve said. "That sounds like her. More than once I've had to tell her to watch her mouth. What did she say?"
"I can't recall it all," Sarah bed. "Just something about the way the pilot was looking at me on the trip in."
"Frank?" he laughed. "Hey, that's nothing new. Ever since his divorce last year he's been in and out of half the beds in town. Hell, he's screwed... uh, sorry... been with Laura a couple of times that I know of."
"And you don't mind?" Sarah gasped, her eyes widening with disbelief. She had read about such loose couples but never dreamed she would one day be working with them.
"Mind? No, in fact I've been with other women besides Laura at the time. We're just sort of good friends. Beats the heck out of living with a guy or in the dorms."
"I know what you mean," Sarah said. "Seems like everyone has a different radio blasting all the time. Too noisy for study."
"Yeh, well, the only voices up here are the three of us so try not to take things so personal, huh?"
"I'll try," she muttered, not understanding why she felt guilty when it was Laura who had done the cursing. "Do you think she's still mad at me?"
"No," Steve chuckled. "But you better get supper going or all of us are going to be in a foul mood the rest of the day. Okay?"
Sarah nodded and walked off towards the supply tent, feeling his stare on the rise and fall of her trim, girlish buttocks.
With their light supper of canned sausages and beans over, they relaxed for a few moments before the dying campfire, watching the night insects burst into flame over the still hot coals. Sarah hunched opposite them as they sat cradled in each other's arms, almost oblivious to her.
"I'm kinda tired. Think I'll turn in now," Sarah said.
"Well, okay, then. Laura knows what has to be done and she'll brief you in the morning. Right?" Steve questioned.
"You won't be here?" Sarah asked.
"No, I've got to get up earlier and hike out to White field Ridge to see what damage that spring mudslide did to the creek flow in the area. Should take till noon, I guess," Laura answered.
"Oh, well, good night then." Sarah turned and left them behind in the darkness as she headed for the outline of their shared tent. Inside, she was relieved to find that someone had already hung a privacy canvas that divided the tent into two halves. Her sleeping roll was tucked into the corner of the smaller side.
Wearily she slapped open the sleeping bag and stretched out on top, letting the first waves of exhaustion pass through her before she bothered to undress for bed. Blankly, she stared at the ceiling and felt confused by the thoughts that sprang up.
Can I ever be like them, so unguarded and open in their affection? Or will the first touch of a man always be so revolting, so reminiscent of that night with Ronald?
At twenty, she considered her still-kept virginity more of a burden than a virtue. The daily exhortations against sex and men that her mother had delivered still shadowed every lewd thought she ever dared. All through high school she had believed her lonely, bitter mother and refused every crude embrace of her infrequent dates. She dreamed of having a loving husband be the first man to explore her body and awaken her to the mysteries of sex. She had stopped dating when the constant chore of waiting for their first signs of lust left no room to enjoy herself with their simple companionship.
Sarah knew she was attractive to men since she had inherited the same slim-limbed, high-breasted body that had made her mother a small fortune as a fashion model before an automobile accident had left her crippled and vengeful. Miraculously, the drunken man that had been driving her mother home that night had escaped unharmed. Her mother never would reveal his name and the press was warned away from the scandal with some high-placed words. She only knew he was some political figure, wealthy enough to leave a woman pregnant and crippled for life. Since the mysterious monthly checks had ended with her mother's death, Sarah assumed she would never know who her father was.
Feeling sleep creeping up on her, Sarah quickly unbuttoned her cotton blouse and threw it to one side, adding her jeans and bra to the pile. For a moment, she lay still with her eyes closed, ignoring a ticklish bead of perspiration suspended between her flattened buttocks just above her asshole. She looked down and inspected the way her firm, globular breasts pooled slightly, their large brown nipples pointing stiffly upwards. Gently, she cupped them from the sides and squeezed her tits together, understanding how they could be the cause of more than one fight with a boy who tried to force her to bare her breasts for his burning hands and moist, hot mouth. But she had been foolish enough then to believe her mother's warnings about no one marrying loose women. At college, it might have been different, except for that night at Ron Jeffries' graduation party.
"C'mon, honey," Ron had said so convincingly, knowing that the rum-heavy punch his folks were serving at his graduation party had already worked its magic on the girl's thinking. "No one's going to miss us for a half hour or so. You have to sign my yearbook." He had guided her through the empty house towards his second floor bedroom, confident that the dozens of classmates and neighbors partying in the backyard would stay there until the free booze ran out. Feeling woozy and faint from the humid summer heat, trapped in the small, closed bedroom, Sarah didn't object when he suggested they rest awhile and talk about their future plans.
She could imagine now, almost four years later, the lewd thoughts that must have raced through his head as he lay beside her on the small bed, nervously chatting about his father's decision to send him to medical school. Suddenly, he turned and pressed her down beneath him with a long passionate kiss that left her trembling weakly as his hard muscled body flowed over her.
"Oh, Ron, noooo!" she mumbled even as her own delicate pink tongue fluttered out between their moist lips to return the demanding caresses. Numbed by the alcohol, she lay whimpering as his hands began to glide over her innocent body, stroking the curved arch of her back and continuing downward to roughly fondle her buttocks and thighs through her jeans.
"Baby, you're beautiful," he moaned as his hot lips ignited small fires along her slender white neck. "You don't know how often I've dreamed of this."
"Please, Ron, no more," she whined helplessly, a slave to her own aroused emotions as his hands skimmed across her outlined pubic mound and under her blouse to engulf one of her hard-nippled breasts through the thin bra. Her words could only bubble out incoherently as he began to massage her virginal mounds, sensing her willingness as her hips began to grind upward against his trouser-trapped erection.
"You want it as bad as I do, you little cock-teaser," he growled as she tried vainly to press him away with her hands. "Here, tell me you don't!" With one hand pinning her flat to the bed, he knelt above her and shoved down his pants and shorts, letting his hard, red-knobbed cock spring free above her wiggling body. Forcefully he grabbed one of her small, flailing hands and wrapped her fingers around his throbbing prick, groaning as she squeezed instinctively and jerked his skin forward. "That's it, baby! Play with it some more!"
It was the first time Sarah had actually seen a man's penis outside of lewd playing cards. Sarah imagined how Ron must have gloated that night as he leaned over her, watching her gasp and squeal with drunken abandon as she worked a clear drop of seminal fluid from the tiny slit adorning his cock head. It must have been the crowning glory to his graduation party as he waved his manhood before her, knowing all the time his folks were a short way off. She must have looked like a kid with a new toy, touching his swollen prick everywhere and yelping with joy as it quivered between her hands.
Sarah remembered the way his cock had engorged itself with each of her tugs, turning bright red. She had strained to force a second drop up from his quivering testicles. It had surprised her to find his black pubic hair was coarse and dank-smelling, so unlike the wispy strands of gold framing her own cunt. Her new discoveries had blotted away her fear as he began unbuttoning her blouse.
"Oh, man," Ron had crooned so seductively. "Tits like these were made to be sucked!" Sarah had tensed for a moment as he drew away her bra, fearful that something might end her night of awakening. He inhaled loudly as her large breasts jiggled bare before him, their rigid buds almost exploding as he nibbled first one, then the other.
"Jesus, yes!" Sarah moaned once again as she ground her body upwards towards an imaginary lover, letting her own hands massage her sex-hungry tits. She had almost fainted under Ron's expert sucking and licking on her tender nipples, cupping first the left, then the right breast towards his hungry mouth as she mindlessly jacked off his rock-hard prick. "Suck them harder, Ronniee!!"
"Let's get naked first, you hot little piece," he ordered, running his wet tongue in lazy circles over her breasts until she cried out and twisted to force her hard bud back between his lips.
"Yes, naked," she mumbled blindly as his tongue stabbed at her sensitive flesh. Awkwardly, he kept his face squashed against her heaving bosom as he stripped away her jeans and panties, smiling secretly when her prim cotton underwear slipped off her wide-spread legs and gave him a clear view of her cunt.
"Damn, what a fine pussy," he growled as he chewed on her tit, maneuvering himself down beside her so he could press one hand over her sweat-drenched crotch. Dimly, she recalled the way he had speared first one, then a second finger up her cunt. In disbelief, he learned she was still a virgin. Even now, her pussy tingled and grew wet as she relived the sensuous way he had churned his hand back and forth against her splayed outer lips to loosen her body further.
"Yes, fuck me, please!!" she had begged, longing to feel his long, narrow cock ripping away the needless bit of flesh that separated her from true womanhood. Her cries were answered as he pulled out of her entwining arms and knelt between her legs, wrenching her thighs out and upwards until her moon-shaped buttocks were crudely draped over his knees. Grabbing her tensed cheeks roughly he forced them further apart until her uptilted anus came into view, almost hairless in her youth and innocence. Ron eyed the tight little hole longingly as he let his cock ride along her fluid-smeared furrow, lubricating itself naturally for his breaking of the girl's cherry. He knew no one would believe him if he took the Ice Queen's asshole first. As it was, her first fuck was going to be a story in itself when he spread the word on her. One skinny-assed bitch, in his circle of friends, had even suggested the blonde's problem was liking women better than men. Hell, he'd show them all and clip some of her pubic hair for his high school yearbook as proof!
Sarah shivered as she pictured herself lying there a wanton mass of flesh, her upraised cunt slowly being widened by the steady pressure of his jutting cock as he leaned forward over her naked body. She ground her sweat-slickened buttocks back onto her sleeping bag and froze, one hand on her breasts and the other moistly resting against the secretions of her aroused cunt. It was then that Ronnie's father had walked in, framing both of their young, nude bodies in a rectangle of light from the doorway.
"Hey, son, need the yearbook for... " he had drunkenly slurred before the scene registered in his clouded mind.
"Damn!" Ronnie yelled half in fear and half in surprise as his straining cock bobbed once and sent a stream of white sperm erupting outward to splash the girl's breasts, shoulders and horror-lined face.
"Of all the stupid stunts," his father growled, staggering forward like a bear, one massive paw swiping out to catch his son across the jaw. Ron had taken the full force of the fist and sprawled backwards, his cock still spraying his youthful seed into the room as he fell heavily beside a dresser. His eyes were glazed with shock and pain as a trickle of blood seeped down his chin. A moment later he helped his son up, throwing him his trousers and shoving the dazed boy towards the washroom.
"Where's your brains, Ron?" he grated through the doorway as the boy splashed water across his face. "She's jailbait, the daughter of a whore, too! What medical school would touch you if that crippled bitch yelled rape? You want to marry that type of woman? I always figured you for something better."
"Dad... " Ron stammered, watching his father's ham-sized fist clench momentarily. He dropped his head and allowed himself to be pushed from the room.
"Now for you!" the man rasped hoarsely as he turned towards the bed. Sarah lay half-conscious as the force of her near orgasm drained slowly away to be filled with frozen fear of the huge man poised above her. She slowly drew her sticky thighs together and hunched her body into a ball, oblivious to the way her cuntal lips were even more exposed to his gaze.
"Get dressed and get out," he commanded. "If I ever see you around Ron again or hear one word of this, just a rumor even, I'll make that sorry-assed bitch you call your mother wish she was never born. Understand?" Sarah had curled even more tightly as his hand came out to swat her bared ass with a body-spinning blow that knocked her off the bed.
"I asked you a question, whore!!"
"Yes," Sarah cried. "I won't say anything!"
Crying with humiliation, she wiped away Ron's still warm sperm from her naked body, as she crawled around on the floor, finding her bra and panties.
"Put them on," he ordered. "I don't want anyone suspecting why you left." As she drew the elastic band up over her sticky thighs, she suddenly felt his hands reach out and cup her buttocks, squeezing roughly until she winced and jerked forward. She drew her jeans up and tucked in her blouse before turning to face Ron's father.
His hand shot out and covered the scream that rose in her throat as he forced her backwards onto the bed. While she had been dressing, he had removed his trousers so that his massively thick cock stuck out stiff below his sagging belly.
"See that, you hot-assed bitch," he growled, pinning her arms with his knees as he knelt over her squirming body. "Now that's a man cock. Bigger than the kid's, huh?" Sarah looked down the blue-veined length and swallowed, wondering what the man wanted. "You like cock, do you? Well taste this one and tell me what you think?" He hunched forward, painfully resting his weight on her sore breasts as he guided his purple knob to her still covered lips. Before she could react, he lunged forward and rammed several inches into the warm cavern of her mouth, filling her bloated cheeks with a pungent, salty taste. Sarah tried to twist her head away but he only leaned further and drove more of his cock into her once-innocent young lips.
"C'mon and suck it," he laughed lewdly, peering down at her distorted face, her lips securely ovaled around his prick. "Or maybe it's too much cock for you?" He reached down and began stroking its iron-hard length with one hand as he squirmed his fat buttocks against her breasts.
"Yeh!" he shouted when he felt the first surge of sperm erupt upward from his chin-slapping balls. Sarah felt her aching cheeks billow further as an endless stream of cum spurted from his cock and choked away her breath. She gulped, sending a mouthful of his burning seed into her body. She felt a wave of nausea wash over her.
His pitiless laughter still rang in her ears as she recalled yanking her head away from his deflating, fat penis to vomit onto Ron's bed. His father stepped back and grinned in victory as her body stopped heaving.
"That's a warning," he said with sudden coldness. "One word and I'll fuck you and that legless mother in every goddamn hole you have before I kill you both. Got that?"
Sarah nodded and sat up, relieved when he stepped aside to let her stand. Quickly, he drew up his bermuda shorts and checked her over, regretting the yellowing vomit that stained her white blouse.
"Bigger tits than my old lady," he grinned, fondling one of her breasts for an instant as she passed. "You ever get hungry for some real meat again, give me a call. I've used whores before and I'll pay you fifty dollars."
Silently, Sarah let herself be led to the front door, thankful they didn't have to meet any of the backyard crowd. As she walked away, separated by the thick hedge that -rimmed Ron's house she heard his father's voice in the murmur of the crowd.
"Nothing to worry about folks. Couple of the kids can't take the punch and made quite a mess of themselves. Let's finish that keg of beer now before it gets warm!"
The cold night air blew across her glistening body a moment, echoing the cold walk home that night. She found her mother, once again drunk and asleep before a blaring television set. Quickly, she slid into her sleeping bag and feigned sleep as she heard the canvas flap drawn back.
"Sarah?" Laura softly called.
"She's asleep," Steve whispered, "like we should be."
"I could have sworn I heard crying," Laura said.
"You're just feeling bad about jumping on her still. C'mon, this sleeping bag's cold."
"Well... maybe," Laura said, her voice uncertain as she watched Sarah's face a moment. She thought those were tears in her eyes.
CHAPTER TWO
"Morning, Sarah," Laura called cheerfully from the blazing fire, smiling as the young blonde's head peeked out of the tent flap. "Sleep okay?"
Drowsily, Sarah nodded and brushed her tousled hair aside. "Steve's gone already?"
"Couple hours ago," Laura laughed. "You must have really been out not to hear all the clatter he made!" Sarah watched as the dark-haired woman rose and came towards her, envying the sureness and womanly sway in her brisk strides. From her dark purple terry-cloth robe Laura's tan legs flashed attractively with each step, making Sarah only more aware of the chaste, virginal whiteness of her own body.
"Let's go catch a quick bath while the fire's burning down," she said, swishing back the tent flap. Sarah, still naked except for her panties turned with embarrassment and tore her robe from her knapsack. Behind her, Laura sucked in her breath silently as she watched the girl's swaying asscheeks offered up towards her for inspection. Only her fear of Sarah's rejection prevented her from dropping to her knees and burying her face deep into her sweet young pussy. Steve didn't mind if she brought women up to their apartment once in a while for a three-way fuck, but Sarah with her prudish little morals might do something violent if she moved too quickly. With a sigh of regret, she wet her lips and looked away as the young girl drew on a robe.
"There's really no need for this, you know," Laura said. "No one around but us women." Casually she undid the belt around her waist and let her robe fall away. "Come on. Get your clothes off if you want. This mountain sun is just what you need to put some color in that pale skin of yours." Laura stood up on her tiptoes and ran her fingers through her thick black hair as the reddish morning light reflected off her naked, bronzed body. Moaning softly as her muscles pulled to their limits in a slow, sensuous stretch, she peered through her half-closed eyes to see Sarah staring dumbfounded at the unabashed display of naked flesh.
"Maybe I will," Sarah said hesitantly, not wanting to cause another argument. She pressed her lips tight and slid off her own small robe to stand nude before the older woman.
"Sarah, you really have some figure!" Laura said appreciatively. She stared without shame as Sarah's full, globular breasts dangled provocatively before her, her own lips aching to take one young nipple prisoner forever between them.
"I've got some soap," she said, picking up her robe as she took Sarah by the hand and led her the short distance to the lake's edge. "Grab your towel, though."
Nervously, Sarah bent towards the tent entrance where it hung, her bare shoulders almost touching Laura's firmly muscled thighs and flat belly. From the corner of her eye, she saw her moist cuntal furror splayed apart by her wide-spread thighs, its pink vaginal slit contrasting deliriously with the dark, luxuriant curls of her pubic hair.
"Last one there cooks breakfast!" Laura squealed, lightly slapping Sarah's bare ass. Laughing, they ran to the water's edge, Laura winning and dropping to the grass-covered bank as Sarah raced up in front of her, her tits swaying from side to side with each movement.
Sitting naked and nearly mesmerized by the virginal beauty of her young friend, Laura shivered with anticipation. She longed to reach out and stroke the smooth pale skin before her, to bury her hot lips in the moistly gleaming furrow between Sarah's columnar, ivory thighs. A fevered gasp choked in her throat as Sarah turned and bent over to pick up one of the towels she had brought, the movement causing the fluid spheres of her buttocks to open and close invitingly, teasing Laura with a brief glimpse of the girl's rosy, puckered anus.
"Ready?" Sarah asked, draping the towel loosely around her wide hips. Laura smiled and stood erect, pleased to see that Sarah no longer avoided her bare flesh. She only hoped that her own carefully kept body was as pleasant to look at.
"In a second. The soap's in my robe pocket next to the suntan lotion." She squatted down and quickly dug out a bar of soap, careful not to break the two joints of marijuana she had pilfered from Pete's hidden stash in his tent.
Behind her, Sarah looked down with admiration at Laura's lean, athletic body. The evenly browned skin was stunning and she knew that Laura must sun bathe often and in the nude to get such a rich, unmarked color. Her eyes traced the gentle curve of her spine down her broad back, past the tightly-pinched waist and into the deep crevice of her full proportioned behind. From where she stood, she could just make out the dark fluff of pubic hairs trailing from Laura's cunt. She found the black, glistening strands lewdly exciting, half-wishing her own blonde hairs were as lust provoking to look at as her friend's.
"Here we are," Laura said, holding up the bar of soap. "Last one in cleans the tent." With an excited cry she grabbed Sarah's arm and forcibly yanked her towards the cold lake water, ignoring the squeals of surprise as she dashed into the bone-chilling water. The icy touch on her sun-warmed flesh was a shock as she dove forward, feeling the ripples flow past her body like a thousand fingers. Already her nipples had responded by growing large and stiff as she smoothly cleaved the water. "God, that feels fantastic," she gasped as she came up for air, shaking back her wet hair. Sarah stood up to her waist in the water a few feet away, her slender arms wrapped tight about her goose-pimpled breasts.
"Come on," Laura laughed, splashing towards her friend. "Dunk down. It's great once you get used to it!"
Sarah nervously watched Laura approach, doing a breast stroke that sent her tits jiggling every way at once while her buttocks popped up and down beneath the surface with each forward surge.
"No! Don't splash!" Sarah cried out, trembling as a few drops fell like ice atop her bosom. "Here goes nothing!"
Quickly she knelt down, letting the water close about her until it tickled her nose. Suddenly she felt Laura's body press close behind her, her friend's nipples biting like chips of stone into her back. With a shove on her shoulders, Laura sent her completely under.
"All the way," Laura was laughing as she resurfaced, her eyes blinded a moment by the water. "That beautiful long hair of yours could stand a washing too, you know. Come on, turn around and I'll give you a shampoo."
Sarah smiled weakly over Laura's suggestion and turned, smoothing her hair away from her eyes. Then Laura was next to her once more, only this time standing so that Sarah could feel the delicious warm pressure of her soft thighs pressing onto her back.
"Your hair's as fine as a baby's," Laura said as she lathered her hands and began running them through the blonde tresses, piling and massaging the golden mass in a steady movement.
"Nice, isn't it?" Laura said, stooping forward with the question so that her breasts brushed slightly on Sarah's trembling white shoulders.
"There you go, Sarah," Laura said, breaking the mystical spell her touch had woven. "Stand up and I'll scrub your back while my hands are soapy."
Surprised at her own suddenness, Sarah stood up and moaned softly as Laura's soft hands wafted across her skin, slippery with the soap, so that each movement melted into the next.
Laura smiled to herself and forced her fingers to remain away from the soft moons of Sarah's rear. It was still too soon to take that step, she thought. As she scrubbed her friend's lily-white back, she let her fingernails scrape teasingly along the sides of her body, just brushing the outswelling curve of her breasts. Sarah tensed momentarily, then relaxed as the exciting touch lingered a second and moved on.
"All finished," Laura said, slapping Sarah lightly on one bare buttock.
"So soon?" Sarah asked with a touch of disappointment in her voice. "Here, give me the soap and I'll do yours."
"Great! Only let's go into the shallows a little more so I can sit down while you kneel. I'm afraid my muscles are a little stiff from the cold." Sarah moved backwards until she could comfortably kneel, the lake surface just lapping at the soft bottom curve of her breasts. It was sheer delight when Sarah's bobbing tits squashed up against her cool skin, sending out waves of heat that centered about the young girl's hard, erect nipples.
She let her mind drift off, planning her next move to break through Sarah's stifled sense of morality as the scent of perfumed soap rose in her nostrils. All too soon she felt an awakening squeeze on her shoulder, signaling the shampoo's end. Without asking, Laura stood up and waited expectantly for Sarah to lave her backside.
For a moment Sarah hesitated, her soap-filled hands a fraction of an inch from Laura's broad, tan back. An invisible barrier seemed to form, preventing her from touching her friend's naked body. Everything inside her cried to go ahead, to stroke the firm flesh as lovingly as she could and return some of the innocent pleasure she had felt under the older woman's hands. But the stern, grey eyes of her mother seemed to be watching from beyond the grave, wide and fierce with hatred at so open a display of affection between two women.
"Sarah? Is something wrong?" Laura's words cut through her imagined fears and broke the moral wall preventing her from showing her true love for the dark-haired woman.
"What?" she stammered, the blood rising in a hot wave across her face. "No, I was just thinking of something else." She began to rub her hands over Laura's back, marveling at the woman's resilient, smooth skin.
"Mmmmmmm," Laura moaned in delight. "That feels wonderful. You must really drive the men wild in bed with that delicate touch of yours."
"Oh, Laura. Stop teasing." Pleased with herself, Sarah began to caress the sitting woman faster. Hesitantly, she began to stroke her palms up and down along Laura's sides and ribs. When the tips grazed over so gently against the soft side of Laura's quivering breasts, she let out a small gasp of unbridled delight. She had never known that such a sensation existed. To actually touch another woman's breasts seemed so devoutly sinful she couldn't help but repeat the act, this time pressing tight enough to indent the warm flesh.
"Ooooooh," Laura whimpered, her body swaying with Sarah's exploring touch. "Yes, that feels so good!"
A little shocked at the words, Sarah pulled her hands back and began to smooth the soap stream over the small of her back, tickling the two small dimples above Laura's buttocks.
"Done?" Laura asked.
"Hmmm?" Sarah answered, her voice seemingly far away.
"Is my back done?"
"What? Oh, yes. Here you go," Sarah said, tossing her the bar and swimming outward into the deeper water, her long blonde hair trailing like a wake of gold.
"Let's dry off," Laura said, striding through the water towards the shore. "Once we're out the sun'll heat us up again." On the beach, they dried off quickly. They dried each other's hair and back, then spread the towels down on the embankment. Sarah stretched out on her belly, folding her slender arms under her head.
"Sarah," Laura said after a few minutes.
"You're still a virgin, aren't you?" The young blonde jerked to her side and began to reply, but found no words available.
"Hey," Laura quickly said. "I understand, really. It's nothing to be ashamed of. I didn't start fucking until two years ago."
"How did you know?" Sarah asked, afraid that somehow a trace of her frequent masturbation showed.
"Oh, a woman can sense those things. You seemed so shy and unsure of yourself in the water, like a young doe taking her first steps."
"Really?"
"Un-huh. And the way you tensed when I touched you told me I was probably the first stranger to do so. Right?"
"Well, yes. I'm really that obvious, aren't I?"
"I'm afraid so." Laura rolled over, flashing her naked rear towards her friend and digging the tanning oil and reefers from her robe. Without asking, she lit up and offered one to Sarah.
"This is marijuana, isn't it? I never... "
"This is a day for firsts, so loosen up and enjoy," Laura smiled. "Just do like this." She inhaled deep and held the smoke in her lungs until the world swam around her. "See, just the thing for relaxing. Better than alcohol." Sarah sucked in on hers and stifled a choke, trying to keep the smoke inside her as long as Laura had. Together they smoked in silence, watching each other intently until the joints had burned down to ashes in their fingers.
"Oh, Laura," Sarah giggled. "I really feel funny. I never dreamed being high could be so much fun."
"This is just the beginning," Laura smiled. "Wait until it really hits you. Here, let me put some oil on that lovely body before you burn," Laura said, moving to her knees before the prone blonde. Sarah sleepily opened her eyes to watch Laura pour a little oil into one hand, then rub her palms together.
"Sarah, are you afraid of men?" Laura asked as she began to spread the oil across her back.
"No, well, I mean I don't know," Sarah heard herself saying. Before she could stop herself she blurted out her fantasies.
"Dreams like that and you never had a thick, hard cock up your cunt," Laura said, stroking the blonde's slender arms. "My, it's surprising you haven't had a nervous breakdown with all that pent-up passion. She massaged Sarah's neck tenderly, then drew a long line down her curved spine to the top of her buttocks.
"I remember what it was like before my first fuck," she said. "Almost every night I'd have to play with myself to get to sleep."
"Laura, not you!" Sarah winced.
"You mean me masturbating? It's perfectly natural. I'm sure you've done it many times. I know I have."
"Oh, Laura, don't talk like that. It's dirty. I feel ashamed for even talking about it."
"Come on, Sarah," Laura chided. "Every woman masturbates now and then."
"I do enjoy it," Sarah admitted finally, sensing her own cunt growing wet beneath her. She suddenly realized that Laura was massaging her ass cheeks, squeezing each one gently before running her open palms along its smooth contours.
"Turn over so you get an even tan," Laura said, lifting her up by the hips until she lay on her back, her legs invitingly spread.
"Sarah, you're so beautiful," Laura moaned above her. She wanted to bend over and suck greedily at the blonde's small nipples, but was afraid of shocking the girl away forever. "Now close your eyes and relax, think of making love and let yourself drift off."
"No, if I do I might... " Sarah stammered.
"Cum? Why not? I like to cum, to feel my juice dripping down my pussy and legs, soaking like a hot tongue into the crack of my ass. So warm and rich, sweeter smelling than any flower." She ran her fingers lightly along Sarah's pulsing temples, massaging the tortured flesh beneath her hands until the young blonde's eyes dreamily closed.
"That's it," she whispered, stroking Sarah's long, white neck as it vibrated with the pent-up power of the marijuana. "Let go of yourself. Nothing else matters right now but the two of us." Laura heard the desperate quiver in her voice and knew she could not resist for long the naked beauty spread so openly and innocently before her.
Sarah twisted uneasily on the blanket as Laura's hands began to smooth down her shoulders and arms, pinning them gently to her side. She felt the dark-haired woman press her bare thigh against her side.
"Here, Love," Laura said, holding the roach between Sarah's lush, swollen lips. "Suck deep for that last drag, suck it like it was a man's cock ready to pump his white cum down into your belly."
"Dear God what's happening to me?" she cried out in her mind as her limbs refused to obey her desire to get up and run. In desperation she sought to expel the noxious fumes seething within her but to her horror Laura's wide, wet mouth pressed down against her own lips to trap the smoke between them. Laura could feel the futile struggles of the woman become slower with each lengthy stroke of her tongue into the blonde's mouth. She licked slowly along her friend's cheeks and stroked the limp tongue until it began to jump with uncontrollable excitement.
"Yes, yes," she muttered into Sarah's angelic face, her open mouth responding to Sarah's warm lips.
"Stop, Laura." she begged. "Please, we can't do this?"
"We are doing this," Laura smiled. "Two women, wakening in each other the only feelings necessary for the moment. You wouldn't have it stop if you could."
Sarah winced at Laura's statement, knowing deep inside that it was the absolute truth. She no longer wanted the strange sensations to end. Her own pussy was growing wet with the lesbian arousal, streaming down her crack to dampen the blanket under her twitching buttocks.
"Nooooooo!" Sarah whined as Laura broke off their kisses. But her cry of displeasure was replaced by a gasp of surprise as Laura fastened her lips to one of Sarah's palpitating breasts and tenderly nibbled at the dark brown nub. Her other hand came up to cup and fondle Sarah's free breast.
"Suck my tittie!" Sarah cried hoarsely, levering herself to force more of her love-swollen breast into Laura's hungry mouth.
Sarah lovingly stroked Laura's naked back, working along each smooth muscle as her friend rose up to a kneeling position, never letting the sweet nipple break free from her hot lips. Laura looked up briefly and grinned in triumph as Sarah's fluttering hand caught child-like at her breasts.
"Kiss them," Laura commanded, swaying from side to side so that one of her dark nipples remained fixed over Sarah's shaking head. "I know you want to taste them."
Sarah blinked in amazement, fighting for breath as Laura's smooth globe smothered her nose and mouth. Obediently, she began to suckle the nipple forced between her lips and was rewarded with a slight abatement of the pressure on her face. Eager to please Laura, she began to suck hard, hollowing her reddened cheeks on the tan breasts as her hands rose up to grab the sweat-slickened shoulders above her.
"Sarah, that's enough," she said, lifting up from the innocent lips that had never even kissed a man. "I love that but there's still more for you to learn."
Ignoring Sarah's sullen pout, she began to lick away the stream of sweat and saliva flowing between Sarah's naked bosom towards the warm valley peeking through her yellow pubic hair. Her tongue wormed slowly across the quivering, flat belly of her friend, sliding downwards.
"Are you going to do that?" Sarah asked in the hushed silence.
"What do you mean?" Laura said slyly as she slid her hands down to press apart and stroke Sarah's alabaster thighs.
"Lick me down there," Sarah answered, her eyes closed as her body trembled with the years of unfulfilled lust.
"You mean suck your cunt," Laura said. She slid a hand down to caress the taut valley of her friend's buttocks, stroking the sensitive anal opening with her extended middle finger. As she fingered the sweat-slickened hole, she ground her breasts down against Sarah's heaving belly, drawing her erect nipples across her lover's passion-flushed skin. Laura drew apart her unresisting thighs and lowered her head, tenderly kissing her quivering inner surface.
Sarah sucked in her breath and tried to close her legs against Laura's wanton assault. It can't be, she told herself. Not with a woman. Not the first time... !
She could not admit the obscene feelings that rose within her as Laura blew softly across the moist crack of her cunt. She jerked with surprise as Laura's hands moved to border her cunt, shocked as she felt Laura's thumbs spreading apart the hair-fringed lips of her vagina. Laura bent her neck and let the smooth skin of her cheek rub gently on Sarah's inner thighs.
Her will totally lost, Sarah thrust her hips upwards to meet Laura's spearing tongue, crying out in rapture as it struck and lapped at her tiny, pulsating clitoris. Laura sucked in her breath and pressed her face hard against Sarah's pubic mound, burying her mouth and nose in Sarah's cunt.
Sarah could not understand how she let Laura do this to her. "No, not me, the drugs," she mumbled incoherently, her poor excuse escaping in small bubbles of saliva as she broke down. Her breathing grew labored and forced as Laura's tongue dipped lewdly in and out between the eager, swollen lips of her cunt.
"Ohhhh, Laura, that's enough! Stop it! It's insane!" she whined as her body shook with desperation, her breasts jiggling crazily as she strove to drive her churning buttocks down and away from the hot, maddening tongue tormenting her defenseless vagina.
"Oh, Sarah, I can't stop myself," Laura sobbed. "I love you too much to stop!" Her eyes were blinded by tears of joy as she nestled her lips once more onto Sarah's hard, trembling clitoris, squeezing it lightly as she lapped the sensitive head with her tongue. Of all the lovers she had ever had, both men and women, her experience with the innocent blonde was the most emotional.
It was then, feeling the alien tongue tickling obscenely at her clenched anus that Sarah realized she could no longer resist the storm of fire building inside her. The disgust she felt as Laura put the tip of her tongue into her rectum exploded into undeniable sparks of wanton pleasure. Gone were any thoughts of stopping the lewd event.
Laura could feel her new lover's sudden fury and tried not to cry out in pain from the savage twisting of her hair in the blonde's unknowing hands. Although she felt sick at the idea, she thrust her slick tongue deep into Sarah's clasping rectum, feeling the rubbery walls part before her oral sodomy. Before she gagged with revulsion at her own action, Sarah jerked her hips away.
"My cunt!" she whimpered, pressing the hot mound of pink flesh up to Laura's confused mouth. "Suck my pussy, dammit!!" Laura thrust her tongue deep into the quivering channel and felt her own denied cunt twitch with arousal. She could not deny her own passions any longer and prayed that Sarah would oblige her. She moved quickly, kneeling over Sarah so that the warm weight of her sweaty thighs trapped the blonde's shaking head.
Sarah groaned with her coming release and knew that no force in the world could put off that mystical moment. Lightly she let her hands smooth up along Laura's silken brown thighs. Her eyes lowered to the delicate lips of her friend's cunt, each quivering and decked with tiny beads of moisture.
Laura shuddered with excitement as she felt fingertips nervously brush across her tangled mat of black pubic hair, hesitantly touching, then spreading apart the edges of her cunt. The tender, slow caresses were too much to endure any more. Quickly she moved her thighs to the side and lowered the hot lips of her pussy towards the blonde's shocked, open mouth. Sarah was stunned as the steaming flesh covered her lips.
"Oh, yessssss!" she purred in surrender as her lips and tongue sluiced wetly into the liquid-filled slit of Laura's warm pussy. She inhaled the feminine perfume of her friend's aroused loins as her own cunt itched unbearably from its lewd sucking.
"Ohhhh," Laura mewled into the streaming blonde cunt before her. "Lick it all, Sarah! Harder!
Harder!"
Laura's unending thrusts into her cunt had driven her to the peak of arousal and she felt something bursting within her, a total release of everything inside that signaled her climax was moments away. The smooth sheath of Laura's pussy was pulling at her furiously lashing tongue as it strove to contain its unlocked passions.
Suddenly, Sarah jerked her hips up in a spasm of every body muscle and felt her climaxing cunt explode into Laura's mouth, sending gushes of hot pussy fluid toward her hungry, sucking lips. Laura reached a hand to the crack of the blonde's ass and rammed a finger past the protesting sphincter into the warm confines of her rectum. Sarah cried out in pain and surprise and felt her climax reach a second peak.
Laura ravenously sucked and swallowed Sarah's sweet cum, trying to stop her own climax until the delicious fluid was gone. But her naked body shook forcefully and ignored her, straining downward against the thrusting face of her lover. Sarah choked on the sudden flood of creamy juices erupting into her gaping mouth.
"Ohhhhh," Laura sighed with exhaustion as she fell limply forward, cradling her head between Sarah's trembling thighs.
Sarah lay quietly as her muscles relaxed from the thrill of her climax.
"Sarah, you're every woman's dream," Laura said sleepily as she squirmed and lifted herself from the fleshy bed. "See? Wasn't that everything I promised? Just wait until next time."
"No!" Sarah almost screamed through her clenched teeth. "Never again! Not with you or anyone!"
"Didn't you enjoy it?" Laura asked, stretching cat-like in Sarah's shadow. "Answer that, then try to act so innocent."
"Okay, I did like it. But I didn't know what I was getting into. It was the marijuana."
"Now you know that's a he!" Laura shot back. "Look at yourself. Naked in the open, cum streaming down your leg from that hot little box you try to ignore."
Sarah looked down at the tender movement and sobbed, all her determination to run away shattered by the simple truth. She did enjoy it. And if it ever happened again, she would like it just as much. With a moan of helplessness, she sank down to her knees and buried her face in her hands.
Without protest, Sarah allowed herself to be eased onto her back, her eyes locked warily to Laura and fearful of each touch. To her relief, the dark-haired woman simply smiled and lay down on the other blanket, turning slightly on one side to rest her head on her arm. In moments, her eyes had closed and Sarah could tell from the even rise and fall of her large breasts that she was soundly asleep.
"Forget it," Sarah said to herself as her own drowsiness tugged at her body. But the irritating tickle from the dried cum between her legs remained as her last thought.
CHAPTER THREE
"Laura!" she called out as she pushed past the dense underbrush of the forest. Stepping into the light she realized it must be near lunch time. The sun was blazing overhead and her stomach churned fitfully for missing breakfast.
From the thick bushes two pairs of cold, brown eyes watched her enter the smallest tent, glowing with evil as she bent forward to throw back the flap, her lush, young buttocks thrusting against the flimsy cotton bottoms of her pajamas. She stopped a second and backed out, looking around the campsite for something she could not quite place.
"Sarah, you're a real wonder," she chided herself, sensing the goose bumps that rose across her bare arms. "You'd die of fright if a chipmunk jumped out from the woods." With a nervous laugh, she entered the red light of the tent's interior and groped for the single canvas bag that held their meager food supplies. She had decided on a package of crackers when she heard a rustling next to the tent.
"It's about time people," she laughed as she stuck her head out. "I was starving to... "... " death," a gruff voice finished behind her as she was yanked forward by her hair, sprawling face down in the trampled grass.
"What-t-t?" she stuttered, rising. Before her stood two strangers, both filthy and grinning devilishly down at her. It took a second for the faded numbers on their gray shirts to register.
"Convict!" she thought. Gathering her strength, she broke to the side and dashed away from their clutching hands. She was half-way across the clearing when the sharp crack of a pistol sent a slug spuming into the earth beside her.
"Freeze or the next one's in the back, sister," one of them shouted. Her muscles bunched with tension as she heard footsteps coming up behind her. "Turn around. Slowly!"
Beside the tent stood a smallish, weasel-faced man, holding Laura tightly around the waist. She was struggling fiercely against the belt cinched firmly around her wrists. Her short, white robe was torn to one side and one heavy breast bounced urgently in the open as she squirmed.
"We got both your friends," the man before her said. He was the largest of the two escapees, his rough, square-jawed face covered with beard stubble and dirt. A vicious looking white scar cut down from his forehead to one eyelid, giving him a perpetual leer that made the fearful blonde shudder. "You try running and you'll leave a couple of corpses behind."
He moved behind her and pressed the cold steel barrel against her neck, urging her forward. She stopped and gasped at Steve's prone body, crumpled behind the large tent that she and Laura shared.
"He ain't dead so don't start bawling," the man said, easing the gun away from her. "The little prick tried to slug it out with me. Had to pistol-whip him so he wouldn't scare the rest of you off with his shouting."
"What do you want?" Sarah asked.
"Everything," he grinned. "Since we're gonna be real good friends you may as well call me Hank. That's my little brother Pete over there." Pete gripped Laura's naked breast and wiggled it in her direction.
"Take what you want and please leave! We won't tell anyone you were here."
"Those cops are looking in the wrong direction so there's no rush, sweets," Hank laughed. "Are you that fuckin' stupid? Think we're gonna walk away from a couple of young cunts after three years in the pen?"
Sarah dropped her head in horror, unable to face the man who meant to rape her. Her eyes locked on his groin, the full hard erection forming a stiff bulge in his trousers.
"Pete," he called out. "Keep this one covered while I tie up the guy."
"Just blow Ms head off and don't bother with the ropes," Pete snickered. "Let the broads see what'll happen if they don't co-operate."
"We may need all three as hostages," Hank said, dragging Steve towards a large tree by his ankles. Sarah groaned at the fresh blood oozing from a large cut on his pale forehead. Quickly Hank tied Steve's hands behind his back and rolled him over so his back rested against the spreading base of the tree. His head bobbed from side to side as Hank cinched it erect with a small length of rope around his neck and the tree.
"You watch they don't get near the guns, Pete," Hank warned as he walked up to Sarah, shrugging off his shirt. He tossed it to one side and set his .45 on top before turning on Sarah.
"C'mere," he growled, jerking her forward by the arm. "Time for talk's over." She struggled against his bare chest as he snaked his muscular arms around her body, his mouth kissing her neck as she turned her face away.
"No, please!" she cried, whimpering as his hands roamed up and down her clammy back. "Please!"
"Stop crying!" he commanded, falling heavily to the ground with her body beneath.
"It can't be like this," Sarah though. "When I'm married, with a man who loves me. Not by rape!" She could feel the iron-hard length of his massive cock as he ground into her belly, his mouth struggling to find her mouth as she struck weakly at his back, raking the skin with her nails until it tore.
"Damn you, bitch!" he snarled, thrusting himself away. Sarah lay stunned as he rammed a fist into her soft belly, her lungs collapsing as her body folded up on itself against the awful pain that beat down her spine like a steel mallet. Her mouth opened and closed fish-like as she sought for breaths that lay just beyond her gasping lips. Tears welled up in her frightened eyes, almost blinding out the obscene spectacle of Hank stepping out of his trousers, his cock bulging out the grey cotton underwear holding it captive. It took an instant for him to whip them away, letting his thick prick spring free before her horrified eyes.
"Oh, no!" she whined, staring as his cock bobbed up and down from the dark, shaggy mat of his bare loins. "It's too big," she thought wildly. "Hell rip me open!" Suddenly she wished there had been a second shot, shattering through her body when she first ran. Anything was better than dying under his big cock.
"Like that, honey?" he grinned, gripping his prick in one hand to point his purplish glans at her face. She stared at the tiny eye as a small, clear drop squeezed out, hanging like a drop of terrible poison from the throbbing knob. "Now lay back and enjoy it. A good fucking never hurt anyone."
Reluctantly, Sarah uncurled her body and stretched out, her arms pressed to her side as tight as her shaking thighs. The horrible pain in her gut told her any resistance to these creatures would only cause new torture to her wracked body. Silently, she prayed to die as Hank, leering, bent over her.
The convict fumbled with the buttons of her pajama top, then swore and tore them away, yanking the shirt down from her shoulders to capture her arms. He gasped as her young breasts sprang free, pooling deliciously on her shivering body. His hands tore at the white mounds, ignoring her moans as his dirty fingers squashed them in slow circles against her chest.
"Man, you got some boobs," he chuckled, leaning over to press his lips onto her right nipple. Sarah gasped at the unexpected warmth of his mouth enclosing her flesh, brining unwanted darts of pleasure as she recalled Laura's tender suckling of her tits. As he sucked on her breasts, his hands roamed over her body, smoothing her tortured flesh as they sought out the warm recesses in her body.
Sarah turned her face away from her dancing breasts to see Laura, naked and nearly hidden behind the tent, only her tan, thrashing legs evidence of what horrid things were being done to her. But her attention was called back as she felt Hank's hand pressing hard against her virginal mound, kneading her outer lips against her pants until her thighs hummed with tension.
"Roll over," he ordered, tugging at her waist until she lay on her belly. "Now to see what you look like naked."
"Oh God, please don't! Leave us alone, please!"
Sarah's pitiful cries were ignored, replaced by small sobs of shame as he reached down and jerked her blouse away.
She moaned into her balled fists as her bruised mounds of flesh were prickled by the hot, dry grass. Suddenly, she felt his hands stop on the quaking moons of her ass, sliding slowly down to cup each ripe sphere with obscene delight.
Unable to restrain himself, Hank gripped the top of her pajamas and jerked them roughly away, cursing as they caught in her tightly clenched buttocks.
"Holy shit," he whistled as her trembling buttocks were bared to his lustful eyes. Hurriedly, he tore the bottoms down her legs and began a slow, erotic massage up her naked body. Sarah mewled into her hands as he rubbed her taut calves and thighs, stopping to plant hot, moist kisses on the back of her knees before his wet tongue trailed up along her smooth white flesh to nip her lower cheeks.
"Ahhhh!" Sarah cried as his mouth kissed and licked the sheen of nervous perspiration covering her backside. She sensed unwanted stirring in her belly, moving her in ways she could not understand.
"Now you're loosening up," Hank smiled as he rolled her back so she lay spread-eagled. His mouth crushed down against hers, spearing into the warm recess of her own with its demanding tongue. Her eyes blinked open wide as he reached down and cupped her pussy, massaging it like Laura had so tenderly done a few short hours ago.
"Please don't! Please!" she moaned, her naked body writhing with each insensitive thrust of his coarse hand against her pink, fluttering cuntal lips. Tears of shame welled in her fear-widened eyes as she felt him invade her virginal mound with a probing finger.
"Eeiiiiiii!" Sarah groaned as his knuckles rasped by her clitoris, tickling the hard bud deliberately until she heard herself panting with the sheer force of the lewd stroking. Her creamy white thighs trembled and inched further apart as he pressed harder, plunging his finger into the satin smooth sheath of her vagina. "Oh, god!"
Sarah couldn't believe the way she was reacting to his obscene treatment of her flesh. Too soon, too soon she told herself as a warm glow began in her pussy and flowed through her nubile form like liquid sunshine. Laura's hot, demanding tongue had done its work too well. Try as she might, she could not deny the reappearance of those odd stirrings her friend had drawn out from her with her sucking mouth.
"Fuckin' shit," he suddenly swore, jerking his mouth from her bruised lips. Sitting up he reached down with his free hand and used his thumbs to spread her pussy lips far apart, allowing his finger to probe deeper into her body. Sarah winced as he once again struck and poked at the slick membrane of her hymen. "Pete! Hey, Pete!"
Raising herself up on her elbows, she watched dumbly as the smaller man jerked his head up from behind the tent.
"Yeh, what's wrong?" he asked, his face red and covered with sweat.
"I got me a virgin here! How's that for a change of luck, little brother?"
"A virgin? Her? Nah, you're shittin' me!"
"Think so? Just watch this baby bleed when I pop her cherry?" Hank drew his finger out slowly and patted her pale flat stomach. "You're gonna love this, honey. Old Hank is gonna shove you so full of hard meat you'll cum till you're dry."
"No, don't talk like that," she sobbed, her full breasts swaying with each choked breath. "I don't want this, please!"
"Stop that damn whining," he shot back. "A good fuck never hurt a woman none. Just lay back and pray it all fits." He pressed down on her shoulders until she fell backwards limply, all resistance gone with the sudden realization there was nothing she could do.
"Do it, then," she whispered. "Do it and get it over with."
Leaning forward he fastened his mouth to her right breast and began to lick at her straining brown nipple, sucking gently on the sweet bud until it swelled between his lips. Sarah stared down, watching her tit being kissed with loud, wet smacks while he clutched and pulled at the other breast with his hand, twisting her soft mound so unlike Laura's gentle caresses.
"No, no," she told herself. "Resist it! This is rape, not love-making like before." But the feelings inside her were so much like before, awakening her body into an open craving that made her ashamed to be a woman.
"Unnnh," she moaned as he buried his face between her lush mounds and began licking away the nervous beads of sweat dotting her deep valley. He held a breast in each hand, pressing them to his stubbled cheeks with small circular motions that made her involuntarily arch upwards with impatience.
"Mmmmmm, that's it, baby," he murmured, tweaking her firm nipples as they rose upwards.
"Just let yourself go with it." Sarah winced as she recalled Laura using identical words to initiate her into the mysteries of lesbian love. The mere thought of her friend's frenzied mouthing of her cunt made her thighs splay open with desire. She felt Hank's fleshy rod pressed tight against her thigh, pulsing with surges of hot blood as he ground his hairy groin onto her body. It was too big, too hard! She weakly conjured a vision of herself naked and bleeding to death on the forest floor, a spent vessel covered with the sperm of her assassin.
"Hank, how's the virgin going?" a voice called.
"Still getting her warmed up," he called back. "What's your piece of ass like?"
"Hotter than hell. Once she smelled cock, she turned into a real whore. What do you like?" Sarah heard a squeal of pain then Laura's hoarse voice.
"I like your cock, dammit!"
"See," Pete laughed back. "Man, I've got to get my prick inside her before she sucks me all the way." Sarah was stunned with the knowledge that Laura had actually taken a man's ugly, red-veined penis into her loving mouth.
But Hank's slow, wet trail of kisses down across her rippling belly drove all other thoughts from her mind as she realized with horror what he meant to do. Suddenly, his lips were nibbling at the fluffy, golden curls of her pussy, leaving them wet and glistening before her eyes as he shifted his body to kneel between her wide-spread legs. Mixed emotions tore through her as he spread her outer lips apart and blew a hot breath across her exposed inner flesh. Her hips jerked upward in response as she twisted under his strong grip, both anticipating and abhorring his next move.
"Ahhhhhh," she moaned as he speared his tongue deep into her cunt. The tight grip of her muscled tube on his invasion was too much evidence to deny.
"I want it," he mumbled in amazement as he began to lick and suck at her enflamed pussy. "I had a woman and now I want a man!" She groaned aloud and reached down to press her hands against the back of his bobbing head, smashing his face down onto her jutting loins until he twisted his head away for air, his mouth and nose shiny with the secretions of her cunt.
"Really like that, don't you?" he grinned.
"Yessss," she hissed between her clenched, bared teeth as she struggled to force his mouth back onto her demanding slit. "Suck me, you bastard!"
"Sure, honey," he said. "But if you want that tight little snatch lapped you're gonna have to give a little yourself."
She didn't comprehend his words until she opened her eyelids to find her head directly beneath his jutting cock. She looked down between the curves of her pooled breasts to see him smiling up at her, his forehead resting lightly against her hungry cunt.
"Now if you want me to go down some more you're gonna have to blow me."
"Blow?" she asked dumbly, looking up at the thick, purple head of his cock above her nose.
"Don't play dumb, you bitch," he snarled. "Suck on my prick!"
"Suck," she repeated dreamily, watching in a near trance as her small hands reached up to grasp his thick rod. She felt it throb with life in her palms, a tiny drop of clear fluid seeping from its little slit as she worked her hands up and down its full length. "Yes, suck."
She pulled his cock backwards until it pointed straight into the cavern of her open mouth. Hank gasped loudly as he felt her searing lips engulf his head and close tightly about the neck of his cock. Sarah was surprised to find the taste not at all displeasing. It was like a thick, warm piece of candy; tangy and salty and meant to be devoured completely! Gently, she squeezed her lips together and moved her tongue in small circles around the smooth flesh of his head, daring the tip into his hole for more of the delicious secretion that filled her mouth.
Hank groaned as her tender young lips nibbled experimentally on his throbbing cock, urging him to drive another hard inch into the hot cavity of her mouth. "Suck it," he demanded as his own tongue licked at the slippery flesh of her thrusting cunt, his nose pressed tight to the sticky, warm skin of her crotch as she held him prisoner with her trembling thighs.
Sarah slid her small, pink tongue from his hard knob and caressed the engorged vein on the underside of his shaft, feeling his cock swell with each of her slow, sensuous laps. The ripe, biting scent of his sweat-drenched groin filled her flaring nostrils as they ground upwards into the ticklish mass of coarse black hair. His heavy, sperm-filled testicles bounced against her closed eyelids as she began to bob her head up and down the full length of his prick.
"I'm really doing it!" she thought in amazement, surprised to find herself capable of swallowing his entire hard cock without choking. Her sick revulsion had disappeared with the first hard jab of his firm cock against the back of her throat, withdrawing slowly backwards past her clenched lips to leave her mouth tingling with his rich, male flavor. Her cheeks hollowed with each of his body jolting thrusts as she sucked slavishly below him, her hands grasping his clenched buttocks to force more of his meat into her mouth.
But in the very back of her mind, almost blotted out by the strange excitement that ran rampant through her aroused body lay an undying fear. After he finished fucking her mouth like a second cunt he would want the real thing. Her white belly spasmed with the thought, rippling queerly on his stubbled chin as he sucked on her desperate cunt. His tongue and lips felt so good inside her. Why would he... how could he bear to tear her apart with the massive rod of flesh spearing her lips?
She began to suck whorishly on his cock, her head flailing beneath his bobbing ass as she strove to draw his thick, white sperm up and out of his dangling balls. The idea of filling her mouth with his lewd cum was disgusting still, but perhaps it would keep him from fucking her unentered cunt. She tensed herself, ready to accept the volcanic spewing of his creamy seed down her throat while her own hips betrayed her by twisting violently in his strong hands.
"Christ!" Hank swore as he popped his face from her cunt. "You really want it bad if my mouth can't satisfy you. Baby, I'm gonna make you into a real woman. Right now!"
Sarah fought to keep his prick in her hollowed mouth, licking furiously at his balls as it finally slipped free to make him squirt his cum anywhere but inside her virginal recess. The wet purplish knob trailed a shiny streak down between her jiggling breast as he moved his knees along the length of her body.
She watched in horror as he knelt below her, his body poised between her slightly raised thighs.
"No! Let me suck you instead," she begged, tears streaming from her eyes as he leaned forward over her, his hands supporting his weight as he held himself suspended over her nubile body.
Hank ignored the pleading look her soft blue eyes threw up at him, instead crushing his mouth down on her protesting lips until they opened to admit his swirling tongue. As he kissed her, he moved the tip of his cock lightly back and forth across her swollen outer lips, relishing the little convulsive jerks of her hips upwards.
"Put it in," he ordered, his face leaving no question as to his decision. "Stick my cock up your cunt, now!" Sarah whimpered and began to swing her head from side to side. But Hank caught up one of her breasts and began to squeeze its extended nipple, bringing a shriek from her lips that filled the clearing.
"Stop it!" she screamed, her breast swelling with pain as he continued to exert pressure on her sensitive bud. Sarah felt certain he wouldn't stop until it bled unless...
Hastily she reached down between their bodies with one hand and grasped the thick hilt of his cock, guiding the bloated head towards the dilated opening of her cunt. With a moan of disgust she centered it on her vagina and eased her body upwards by clenching her buttocks against the ground. The savage torture of her nipple suddenly vanished as she felt the thick knob press down onto her tiny opening, pushing irresistibly until it entered with a slight pop that brought a shudder to her body.
"It doesn't hurt!" she thought, heaving a sigh of relief upwards as her flesh relaxed. "It doesn't hurt!" The smile of smug satisfaction that crossed her face was shattered into a grimace of pain as Hank thrust several inches further into her, halting only when he felt his cock touch her unbroken maidenhead.
"Goddam you're tight," he said, pinning her shoulders with his hands as she struggled to dislodge his impaling instrument. He groaned aloud as the muscles of her cunt squeezed his prick like a velvet-gloved fist, threatening to jerk the cum up from his balls before he had a chance to fully penetrate her. "Hang on, honey. It's gonna get worse before it gets better." Bracing himself by lowering his chest to squash her warm mounds, he flicked his hips forward against her loins, wincing as her thin membrane painfully resisted his cock before breaking away with a flood of lubricating blood. Like an unchained beast, his rod drove forward unhindered through the remainder of her virginal channel, stopping only when it touched her cervix.
Sarah whined with pain between her bared teeth, her head flung back as her body arched upwards. "Oh, god!" she chanted in her delirium, whitening as she felt warm trickles of blood seeping from the corners of her cock-filled cunt to puddle below her flattened buttocks. The agony was almost unbearable as waves of nausea attempted to protect her with a blissful unconsciousness. "How can a woman like this, even accept it?" she asked. Her mind swirled, remembering how fluid and loving Laura's magic had been. But this... this rape was unlike anything she could have imagined in any of her daydreams or fantasies!
Hank flexed his cock inside of her several times, moving his waist in small circles to ease the pressure on his cock. Her nipples were drilling into his chest as she flung herself from side to side beneath him. He let his hands play over her body; feeling her straining breasts and trailing down her sides to grip her powerful, taut leg muscles and buttocks.
"Ready to fuck?" he laughed, squeezing her spread legs in his hands as he began to slowly rock back and forth. Sarah groaned in her humiliation, knowing she was no more to the man than a warm receptacle of flesh to be buffeted mercilessly by his devil cock. In a last effort, she tried to shove him away with her hands, but the weakness of her own limbs showed her that it was a futile gesture.
"Ohhhhh!" she moaned as his shaft began to pull out of her cunt, her slippery muscles sucking at his cock like her mouth did a few minutes earlier. She was amazed to find that each bump, each engorged vein of his prick stroked against her channel to leave a feeling that could no longer be called pain. Yes, it was painful, but there was something more in the fiery glow that followed in the wake of his first thrust. The hard underside of his knob seemed to be reaming her entire body, pulling back the copious juices that welled in her cunt. She tensed as she nearly pulled all the way out, leaving only an inch of his hot meat cuddled in her body.
"More?" he grinned down at her, holding himself completely off her limp figure.
"Yessssss!" she cried out, throwing her hips upward until his balls slapped wetly against the viscous coated crack of her ass. "Fuck me, you bastard!" All her reason seemed to leave her as once again his cock filled her young belly, blinding her to everything but the delicious waves of pain and pleasure that erupted from his hard flesh.
He began a hard pounding rhythm that left her breathless until her own body could respond to his demanding tempo. Each butt-shaking ram of his cock erased away more and more of the pain as she learned to rotate her hips upwards each time to drag the rough surface of his prick across her burning clitoris. Her hands no longer pressed against his hairy chest, instead snaking about his neck to draw down his mouth to hers. Whimpers of passion escaped as she opened her swollen red lips to drive the entire pink length of her tongue deep into his sucking mouth, her hot kisses matching each thrust of his prick into her vagina.
"Harder! Fuck me harder!" Her demands spurred him to slam his body harder against hers, moving her across the ground until her back tingled with the rough abrasion of the earth.
"Spread your legs wider," Hank told her, twisting his hips so that his cock rotated inside of her, scouring every inch of her untouched young pussy. He clenched his teeth and looked away from the frenzied woman beneath him for fear of cumming too soon in her passionate embrace. He watched his younger brother fucking the dark-haired woman dog-style, almost bowling her over with each savage lunge as he tore her fleshy cheeks apart to spear her with every inch of his cock.
"Oh, shit!," Pete suddenly yelled, gripping the woman by the waist and pulling her backwards and up so that she flopped before him like a rag doll. "I'm cumming!" Pete's buttocks jerked like they were stuck by a pin and Hank was glad to see the woman screwing her ass backwards to take every drop of sperm up her cunt. He was fascinated as they heaved in unison, Pete throwing his cock deep into her with each spurt of his hot cum while her big, brown nippled breasts jiggled crazily on her spasming body.
"God, what luck!" he thought. "Two hot assed bitches and all the time in the world to enjoy them. Hell with the cops. It'll be days before they find out we told the stoolie exactly what we wanted him to hear. That damned faggot'll get ripped good for feeding on their lies. If the cops didn't finish him the boys in the cell block would."
"Unh, unh, unh!" Sarah grunted suddenly, jerking her legs upward to curl about his body as she sensed her climax coming. All she wanted was more of his hard pole in her, pressed tight until his balls smashed on her sopping outer lips. The muscles of her thighs were stretched like steel rods as she beat on his clenching buttocks with her bare heels, urging him to pay more attention to her lustful demands.
Hank levered himself up on one hand so that he rose hard against the stone-like bud of her clitoris, bringing a wail of ecstasy from her slack mouth that only meant one thing. He stopped trying to hold back his churning sperm and began to fuck her with renewed strength, ploughing a path through her spasming cunt that would leave her sore and begging for weeks to come.
With a cry of triumph he slammed into her one final time and felt his testicles explode, sending a hot flood of sperm up his cock to splatter like lava on the spasming walls of her vagina as they began to flood with the release of her own climax.
Sarah's eyes bulged outwards as she felt his cum blast against her walls in fiery jets, an endless stream of white creamy sperm that swirled with her own to seep down the length of his quivering prick to bathe the stretched skin of her anus. She heard him swear as her nails raked bloodily across his back, helpless in the intensity of her release as her body shuddered and twisted on his cock like a pinned animal.
Slowly the veils of her climax unfolded, each calming and soothing her battered flesh as she began to become aware of her surroundings once more. He lay heavily on top of her, his hard muscled body motionless except for tiny jerks of his deflating cock still embedded in her juice-filled channel. Their labored breaths were in rhythm, massaging her squashed breasts gently as they lay spent and helpless, all their muscles unresponsive for the moment.
"Man, what a mind-blowing fuck," Hank said finally. "And this was your first time? I've paid whores fifty bucks for a lay not half as good."
"Please, don't talk like that," Sarah asked, her mind still floating in rapture and unwilling to admit it was rape.
"You should be proud of it, kid," Hank smiled. "This was only lesson one. Wait until we really get you going. You're gonna want a prick up you every minute of the day." Sarah looked down from his gloating eyes and watched as he pulled his shriveled penis from inside her, a string of white cum joining it to her tingling loins until he brushed it away and stood up.
"Stand up!" he commanded, grabbing her sweat-dampened blonde hair to drag her roughly to her feet. Instinctively, she crossed her slender arms over her bare breasts and loins, then dropped them with dejection to her sides when she saw how futile the gesture of modesty was. There was no denying that his rape wasn't entirely unpleasant.
"Pete, get over here!" The younger, hawk-faced man jumped up from Laura's supine, naked body and ran over to them, his lust-sated cock slapping against his thigh as he moved.
"Yeh, what is it? The fuzz?" Nervously he looked around the silent clearing. "Don't be so damn jumpy!" Hank shouted. "I told you the prison guards will be combing the woods in the other direction for at least three days.
We made it!"
"Then what'd you want?"
"Wanted you to see this," Hank laughed. He bent and jerked apart Sarah's columnar, white thighs as she gasped with surprise. "A virgin, see? The dumb cunt doesn't even know how to squeeze her pussy together to keep her cum from leaking out!" Sarah blushed profusely as he ran his hand down her sperm-streaked thigh, smoothing out the blood-tinted secretions to a sticky smear. Pete grinned up at her with renewed desire in his eyes.
"Tight, huh?" he asked Hank.
"Almost snapped my prick in half," he answered, giving her enflamed outer cunt lips a pat. Sarah stood quivering as they impersonally examined her naked loins, Hank pinching and cupping her full, womanly buttocks while his brother ran a finger slowly up and down the sore length of her cunt, testing and prodding at her pink, swollen folds until she almost screamed with her shame. Just as she was ready to snap open her eyes and knock their hard hands away she heard Pete yell with rage and push against her tensed belly as he rose.
"Hank, the other one!" he shouted. Sarah watched as Laura's broad tan back and jiggling ass cheeks disappeared in a flurry of underbrush as she ran from the clearing, her long black hair flying like a dark banner behind her as she sought to reach the dense cover of the forest. Praying in silence, she held her breath and waited as Hank gripped her shoulder in warning. She knew there was no chance for her escaping, but maybe Laura could make it to a road or even to the searching guards for help.
There was a loud grunt and sudden thrashing about in the brush, followed by a burst of loud, short screams from the fugitive woman. Sarah's shoulders slumped forward, billowing her heavy, round breasts outward as Pete returned pulling Laura by her hair.
"Stop it! Stop it!" Laura screamed, half-bent in pain and humiliation as Pete twisted her hair in his hand to bring her down to her knees.
"You fuckin' bitch," he hissed, snapping her head backwards. "Tryin' to run out on us, like that."
"Show her who's boss," Hank offered. "Spank her ass red!"
Pete dragged her on her knees to the folding aluminum camp stool and sat down, pulling Laura's squirming body over his legs until he was able to pin her arms behind her back. Sarah moaned in misery as Laura looked up to her for help, her high cheeks livid with the scarlet traces of Pete's rough slaps in the woods.
"Sarah," she mouthed silently, her struggles futile in the convicts muscular grip.
"Don't," Sarah begged Hank, dropping to her knees beside him. She rested her naked breasts against his legs and looked up at him. "Screw us if you want, but don't hurt us. Please!"
"She's gotta be taught a lesson," Hank sneered, kicking out with his leg to send Sarah onto her back. "Now shut up or I'll give you a taste of my belt across those beautiful tits of yours."
Pete raised a palm high in the air and brought it down hard against Laura's clenched, trembling ass cheeks, the slap like a rifle shot in their ears. Laura let out a high, keening whine and bit her lip bravely as the pain tore through her pinioned body like a lightning bolt. The second blow was even harder, thrusting her forward with its impact so that the tips of her dangling breasts brushed against the ground.
"Aaaeiiiii," she screamed, squirming frantically on his groin as her soft flesh burned horribly. The stinging blows continued endlessly, nearly snapping her mind with the torture as her lungs grew hoarse and painful with her cries.
"That's enough!" Hank shouted over her pitiful voice.
Pete ignored him and jerked a knee up between Laura's thighs, exposing the deep brown cleft of her ass as well as her cringing little anus. In mid-air, he turned his hand and brought it down against her spread valley, her naked flesh spasming on his knees as she took the vicious blow.
"Stop it, dammit," Hank yelled once more, racing across the short distance to grab Pete's hand as it descended once again. "When I tell you something, mother fucker, you listen!"
"Oh, yeh! Or what?" Pete snarled, twisting out of his brother's grip. "This cunt gotta be punished good!"
"She's had enough," Hank said, his eyes hard and piercing. "She won't try a stunt like that again, will you?"
"No, no I promise," Laura sobbed with fear. "I swear it!"
"Good. Now let her go, Pete." For a second they both stood their ground; Hank standing menacingly above Pete as he sat in thought. Finally the smaller man released Laura's arms and pushed her off, forcing Hank to jump backwards as she rolled to the ground with a loud yelp. Sarah gasped as she saw his jutting erection spring free. Hank turned and faced her.
"Now listen good, both of you. Anyone tries to run away like that and we'll kill the others. Got it? The only thing you'll find when you get back will be a couple of cold corpses."
Sara nodded her understanding and looked to Laura and Steve. Laura was bobbing her head up and down where she lay. Steve, as far as she could tell, was still unconscious by the tree.
CHAPTER FOUR
They all watched in silence as Pete bent over Steve's trussed body and undid his belt. Steve's legs, staked tight to the ground with the extra tent pegs, thrashed wildly, his long muscles bunching against the ropes until Pete struck him hard across the face with the back of his clenched fist.
"Damn you, settle down," he warned. Steve's eyes closed in despair, his choked sobs of shame muffled in the coarse cloth of his gag. "That's better. Hank, bring those broads over here for a better look at college boy."
"You heard him, move!" Hank said, whipping the ends of their ropes against their white, quivering buttocks. Obediently they walked forward until they stood above their helpless co-worker. Hank laughed and kicked at the back of their knees, dropping them down to within a few feet of Steve's torso. He let the ropes dangle between their wide-spread cheeks as he squatted behind them, his hands lewdly stroking their naked flesh.
"Let's see if this smart-ass has any balls." Grinning, Pete yanked open Steve's jeans and jerked downward, pulling them past his ass to he in a bundle around his muscular thighs. Sarah could only stare at his hairy, tanned legs; covered with nervous goose bumps. The contrasting whiteness of his underwear was fringed at the top and crotch with the dense, black matt of his pubic hair.
"Look at that," Pete said, poking the limp outline of Steve's cock with a finger, "limp as a noodle. What's the matter with you? Two naked women next to you and no hard-on. Christ! You queer or something?" Steve stayed silent, motionless except for small shudders of fear that shook his short-covered shoulders pinioned to the thick oak.
"Open your eyes," he commanded. Slowly the fear-filled blue eyes widened. Sarah looked away as they crossed her nude form, unable to admit the open depravity she felt to another human being.
"Looks good, don't it?" Pete asked. He cupped one of Sarah's full, thrusting breasts and squeezed roughly, molding the soft orb until the dark nipple pointed at Steve's pale face. "Like to suck on that tit awhile? Or maybe down below instead?" His hand slowly released her aching breast and slid down the sweat-slick plane of her stomach, pausing to tickle at her dimpled navel before it began a smooth stroking of her sodden pussy, pressing the lips to open and close before Steve's eyes.
"Look at the fruit's cock. Not even a throb," Pete said. "Shit, maybe he doesn't have one." With a laugh, he cruelly tore Steve's underwear down, exposing his loins to the semi-circle of kneeling, naked people.
Sarah heard Laura suck in her breath suddenly. She felt her own body tremble with desire as Steve's penis came into view. Even shrunken with fear and humiliation, it was long and thick. The still-tender walls of her cunt pulsed with renewing excitement as Pete began to stroke Steve's cock with his finger. To her surprise it remained dead, insensitive to the open nakedness around him.
"Maybe he's... what's that word?"
"Impotent," Hank offered. "If I hadn't just blown my wad up this one's cunt. I'd get a hard-on just looking at her back." He leaned forward and pressed his slavering lips to the nape of Laura's neck, running his mouth back and forth across her bare skin from shoulder to shoulder. Sarah could see her friend's large nipples swell upward as his slow, wet kiss traveled down her arched spine.
"No good," Pete said. "It must be dead meat. And just when I was looking forward to a little show while catching my breath." He took Steve's member between his thumb and forefinger and jerked the flaccid flesh up and down vigorously, pulling hard until the man's piteous groans filled the air of the forest glade. It was no good. Steve's shame and helplessness would not allow the slightest stirring of desire for the two nude women kneeling like slaves before him.
"Only one thing to do with dead meat," Pete grinned.
Struck dumb by the horror of his intent, Sarah watched as he twisted the hunting knife from above Steve's head out of the oak's bark and brought the steel edge downward to press against their captive's cock. Steve turned pale as the blood drained from his face, his eyes wide with desperation as he screamed child-like into the gag. Pete ran the blade up and down the length of the fear-withered penis, holding the red glans so that the skin acted as a stropping leather for the knife.
"Jesus Christ!" Hank swore, surprised at his brother's action. Laura turned away, pressing her face into her palms as she openly cried, her body wracked with deep sobs that made her bare breasts sway deliriously.
"No, wait," Sarah shouted, grasping Pete's hand as he held the blade against the base of Steve's cock. "I can help out."
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"I'll do what you want," Sarah said, a red flush traveling down her face.
"Say it, bitch!" Pete ordered, pressing the edge against Steve's cock until the man writhed beneath his hands.
"I'll make his cock hard," Sarah swore, her eyes welling with tears as the lewd words left her mouth. "Dammit, I'll make it so stiff it'll break that blade!"
"I was hoping one of you would volunteer," Pete grinned, seeing his plan to further degrade the wise-ass bitches had worked. Before I'm through, he thought, they'll make a whore look like a saint. With a flourish he reversed his grip on the knife and drove the point back into the gnarled oak, bringing sighs of relief from all of them.
Pete, Hank and Laura moved to the side of Steve's body as Sarah crawled meekly up between his wide-spread thighs, lifting her legs until she straddled his naked torso, the dark mound of her cunt hovering over his shriveled manhood.
"Just relax, Steve," she cooed into his ear as she leaned forward, letting her breasts press softly through the fabric of his shirt. "Ignore them and concentrate on my body. Think only of me." Deliberately she avoided his eyes as her lips came down on his, her tongue slipping past his parted teeth to enter the warm cavern of his mouth. Steve responded, driving his tongue fiercely to entwine with hers, stroking it lovingly as their open mouths locked in a passionate flurry of heated kisses.
Gently Sarah moved her burning lips from his eager mouth to trace a slow, saliva-covered route to the hollow of his neck. The biting, coarse hemp rope around his neck grated on her chin as she swung her head from side to side, covering his bare skin with warm kisses. Her hands rose along his sides to carefully part the rustic, wool shirt, lifting his clothing up from his naked waist as far as the ropes would permit.
With tender, arousing nips she crossed his broad chest, nibbling at his hair and flesh as he pressed forward against her face. Sarah could hear Pete's rasping breath in her ears as he leaned forward to watch her mouth suck lovingly on Steve's nipples, flicking her tongue excitedly over the small nubs as her cheeks hollowed and expanded around them.
"That's it, more!" Pete urged. "Give him a taste of your own tits!" Obediently, she popped her mouth from his chest and hefted her body forward, rising upward over his exposed chest so that her full, throbbing breasts flowed across his skin, their stiff nipples mingling for an inciting instant. Cupping them in her hands, she leaned into his face, letting her breasts hide his features as she worked them slowly up and down his cheeks. His tongue licked madly at the deep crevice between her offered tits, cleaning away the trickle of perspiration that had formed in the cleft. Turning slightly to one side she guided a stiff nipple towards his begging lips, her back arching arousingly as she felt him hungrily suck and tear at the hard chip with his tongue and teeth.
She could feel the growing wetness between her thighs as Steve continued to kiss her pale breasts, his face covered by the flattened sphere as she tried to press more and more into his mouth.
"You got him going!" Pete chuckled, slipping a hand to the small of her squirming back. He began to caress the upturned moons of her salaciously spread ass, fondling each ripe half that jiggled with each thrust of her body. Sarah moaned as his fingers sought and found the damp crevice of her cunt.
"Damn, you're juiced up already," he said. "Let him lick your pussy awhile."
"No, please, no man ever... " she began, then stopped, her private shame rekindled as she recalled the ecstatic touch of Laura's lips on her cunt. "Alright. If I must."
She moved to a squatting position before Steve, wincing as Pete's fingers dug into the sore lips of her ravaged pussy. As she stood and spread her feet far apart, his fingers opened the outer lips of her dark-haired cunt, exposing all of her for Steve's mouth. She chanced a quick glance between her thighs and was shocked to find that Steve's penis was still flaccid, not as much as before, but far away from a real erection.
"Try Steve, try," she begged, placing her hands on the sides of his head as she hunched forward. Her audience watched excitedly as Steve's tongue flashed out, burying deep into the woman's trembling cunt, his entire mouth lost under her open lips and his nose pressed tight to her matted pubic hair.
"UNNNNGGGG," she moaned as his tongue found and caressed the swollen finger of her clitoris, prompting her to grind her hips forward for more of his oral embrace. Serpent-like, his tongue darted back and forth into the clasping walls of her vagina where each shred of muscle fought to keep it prisoner forever.
"She loves it," Hank laughed beside her squirming loins, watching thin trickles of saliva and pussy juice seep down Steve's jerking chin. Sarah watched them for a moment as their eyes locked on her straining cunt. Both convicts were getting erections again, their cocks starting to jut upward from the hairy groins as they watched her depraved show. Even Laura was drugged with the infectious excitement, her own slim body making small, heaving motions forward as she knelt on her hands and knees beside Hank to see the delicious pussy she herself had awakened to oral love set on fire by Steve's ministrations.
Sarah began rocking from side to side, wanting his mouth to find and bathe every square inch of her loins in hot saliva. Her buttocks hollowed forcefully as she strove forward, her hand pressing his head for more until her knuckles turned white.
"Oh, sweet Jesus," she swore, jerking her long, slender neck back as she shook her head wildly from side to side, her long, blonde hair flinging savagely. "I'm cumming!"
"NO!" Pete yelled, gripping one cheek of her ass painfully to yank her desperate body backward. She pulled against his restraining hand, clutching at Steve's head until he began to cough from the rope's constriction. "Please, I have to cum!"
"You'll cum if and when I say so," Pete snapped, twisting his grip until her cheek screamed in torment. Slowly her aroused body cooled down, shivering with an urgent need that could not be delayed too long.
"That's better," he grinned, patting her buttocks. "Cunt-sucking may turn you on, but it isn't doing him a hell of a lot of good." Looking down, Sarah could see Steve's cock was only slightly longer, lying like a fat white sausage across his dark hair, the glans pointed towards his navel. The dull, glazed look in his cum-smeared face told her he was too far gone with fear to do it by himself.
"Suck him," Pete said suddenly. Sarah dropped to her knees and leaned forward with exhaustion, her head resting on Steve's shoulder as she sucked in large gulps of air.
"Please, I never did anything like that before," she said. The thought of taking a man's penis into her mouth was totally repulsive. She knew a cock as fat as Steve's would choke her to death even if she could bring herself to let her mouth act as a receptacle for his flesh.
"The choice is yours, honey," Pete told her. "Either get down and give him a good blow-job, or I'll cut it off, roast it over your fire and force feed it to you. Never smelled a broiled dick before. Might be interesting, at that."
"Okay, you win," Sarah whispered as Steve's sobbing came as a plea into her ears. "You win."
She moved backwards, lifting her legs over his until she knelt before his limp cock, her dimpled buttocks swaying behind invitingly. She tried to remember a foreign movie she had seen in college, a pornographic feature in which the woman sucked her lover. Even then she had nearly vomited with disgust, only opening her tightly shut eyes whenever the sounds rose in pitch to reveal higher planes of wickedness.
Steeling herself, she lowered her head and took a long look at Steve's cock, trying to mentally arouse herself to the lewd performance required to save his life. Lightly, she stroked his quivering inner thighs with her fingertips, curling her nails through the thickening black hair until they framed his limp penis. With a soft moan of reassignment she flicked out her tongue and licked the entire length of his shaft, tickling the sensitive vein on the underside until his hips jerked upward spasmodically. Her warm, wet mouth smothered the withered rod with a flurry of tender kisses, her lips nibbling at the loose flesh. She was surprised to find the taste of his cock was not as unpleasant as she imagined. It was entirely new and ever so slightly salty, slightly reminiscent of Laura's sweet cleft.
Gently she sucked one, then the other testicle into her mouth, washing each sack with saliva before she released it. Her eyes widened with delight as she watched his cock quiver and elongate, filling out enough to make it rise upward from his abdomen. With one hand caressing his balls and the other delicately holding his cock at the base she moved her mouth down to the reddening glans. Her lips closed like a hot towel around the bulbous tip, hollowing slightly as she tentatively sucked inward, fearful of doing something wrong. Using her tongue, she washed the smooth bulbous head with warm spittle, tasting the salty secretions as they seeped from the tiny eye. She wormed the tip into the tiny hole, searching for more of his delectable juice. Steve's hips were humping upward beneath her face, urging her to take more of his cock into her mouth.
Sarah released him from her lips and stared down at the wetly glistening prick, sick to her stomach at what she must do but determined to hide her nausea. The ripe, male flavor of his secretions was still on her lips, telling her that more was to come.
With a groan she widened her wet lips, opening her warm mouth and slid the full-length of his penis down her flattened tongue, marveling as her bloated cheeks filled the taste of his hot, salty fluid. Instantly she knew she was wrong! There was nothing disgusting about a man's penis in her mouth to sicken her. It was fleshy and hot, giving slightly to her tightening lips. It filled her entire body with warmth and desire, a desperate need to continue the lewd perversion of her senses to the end. Immediately she began to bob her head up and down the inflating rod, growing accustomed to the dull pressure of its head striking the back of her throat. Her own pussy began to grow wet again, draining from the burning depths of her vagina like molten lead to hang like drops of fire on the sensitive rim of her inner lips. The savory presence of his penis sliding back and forth in the warm cavern of her mouth quickened her to caress it with her tongue, running it hungrily along the thick, pulsating vein in an effort to tease the sperm upward from the soft testicles slapping gently against her thrusting chin.
The others watched in silence at the spectacle of the beautiful, young blonde straining to suck the cum from her friend's expanding cock, her body swaying back and forth as her head locked on his surging cock. Pete burned with envy, staring at the woman's tightly compressed lips wrapped around his prisoner's penis, her flushed cheeks hollowing and expanding obscenely as the thick shaft speared her hungry throat. His own cock was only half-hard, exhausted from the once-in-lifetime fuck her virginal cunt had provided. He knew he would make her suck him off before they left. In revenge he jammed two fingers hard past her quivering pussy lips, driving them with strong, quick thrusts into her deflowered flesh until the gyrating ass began to surge backwards on his hand, begging for more.
Laura couldn't help but stare in fascination at her friend's distorted face, sucking slavishly on Steve's prick like a born whore. Sarah's eyes stared forward unseeing as her red, elastic lips bounced up and down on the sweet cock billowing in her mouth. Thin, clear trickles of fluid escaped from her spread lips, streaming down to a shiny pool on her chin. Laura yearned to bend forward and lick them away, to suckle one of her lover's free-swinging breasts until the tender nipple became rock-hard. But Hank's fevered fondling of her own firm breasts told her it was not to be. She could feel his full erection pressing hard against her back, his balls throbbing against the crack of her buttocks as he played with her naked flesh.
"Harder, dammit," Sarah crooned around the thick cock pummeling her mouth. She sucked voraciously on the shaft, her cheeks aching with exertion as they hollowed with effort. The fingers so roughly pumping through her scoured vagina was making her body alien to her, sensitive to new desires and depravities.
Pete swore and moved from beside her, taking position behind her salaciously open buttocks to ram a third finger into her hungry cunt as the slick walls sucked on the others. Her whole body was bucking uncontrollably as she sucked on the cock pulsating wildly in her hot mouth and drove her ass backwards to Pete's hand.
"Damn," Sarah thought, tossing her hair back on the outstroke of his cock. "This is what I was afraid of? Of pleasure like nothing before?" Her stretched elastic lips left no room for the wicked smile she felt. Instead she tightened them harder around the firm, slippery rod and pushed her head down until his pubic hair smothered her nose. From the corner of her eye she could see Hank sprawl Laura onto the ground, kneeling between her wide-spread thighs. It was no surprise when her friend's tiny hand reached out to seize his jutting member and point it down towards her arching loins, running the thick knob between the slippery leaves of her labia. Hank pushed down, entering her hard and fast, his hands pinning her shoulders as she twisted from side to side in pain, her fleshy breasts heaving beneath him.
"UNNNNGGG," she groaned, her face twisted to a grimace as he flexed his cock inside her, stretching her sore walls until her hot juices began to flow around his member. "Please, wait!"
Her feeble pleas fell on deaf ears as he started to methodically fuck her with short, smashing thrusts that left her squirming breathless under him.
Sarah turned her eyes from Laura's helpless position, ashamed that she could do nothing to ease the raped woman. But still she could not deny the stirrings in her loins the lewd scene brought, the special thrill of viewing up close a woman captured and perverted to the desires of a stranger. Her own hungry cunt throbbed in unison with Laura's pummeled flesh as Pete matched his brother's vicious rhythms with his hand.
She could feel the massive cock throbbing against the steady pressure of her cheeks, sliding in long, quick strokes the length of her teasing tongue to thud gently against the back of her throat. Her belly churned erotically, knowing that any second his hot, male sperm would gush into her hungry mouth and stomach. The thrill of having Steve's orgasm take place between her lewdly sucking lips brought sharp pricks of wanton desire to her naked, heaving body.
Hank watched with envious delight as he slapped his hand against her invitingly open, upturned cunt, staring in awe as her ovaled, straining lips sucked fiercely to get at the man's thick, milky semen. He ran his free hand roughly over her defenseless white flesh, tweaking her nipples to explosive hardness as they jiggled lewdly beneath her sex-fired body. His fingers throbbed in time between her swollen labia to the penis spearing her untiring, sucking mouth.
With masochistic delight he rammed a fourth finger into her cunt, feeling her slippery female secretions quickly drench the digit as it dove deep into her hair-fringed crevice. The unexpected, violent entry caught her by surprise and he could feel the tight walls cringe in pain as stretched to encompass it.
Sarah jolted forward with surprise at Hank's inhuman treatment, Steve's thrust sending his cock even further into the hot confines of her mouth. She gagged slightly, struggling for a free breath between her lewd moans. Her sucking slipped back into rhythm with the hand cruelly skewering her cunt. The pain brought her to a near faint, her eyes blurring with tears as he closed with fear.
But her near-unconsciousness was burst by the sudden increase in tempo from the cock in her mouth. She could feel it throbbing wildly against the wicked, wet embrace of her tongue and she knew the final trial was to come. Steve's sperm would be pumped into her degraded mouth and she would have to swallow it, to suffer the greatest humiliation of her life.
She sucked frantically now, half repulsed by and half begging for his eruption. Her mouth filled with saliva, matching the sodden cunt savagely worked at by Hank.
Steve moaned into his gag above her flailing head and jerked his hips far up towards her reddened face. She slipped her hands under his arched buttocks and squeezed them tight, bracing his loins to her mouth now pressed tight to his pubic hair. His cock began a sudden, spastic pulsing and began spewing out hot, white jets of creamy sperm violently deep into her hungrily waiting throat. Sarah moaned around the twitching shaft as she continued to suck, rapidly swallowing each load of erupting cum as it squirted into her clasping mouth. Her full, red lips ovaled tightly around the shaft of hard, slick flesh as it endlessly pumped his delicious semen into her mouth. She sucked furiously, wanting every creamy droplet inside her. Then with a last, massive spurt, his ass fell back heavily on her grasping hands, forcing her to jerk her head down to keep his deflating cock prisoner.
She suddenly became aware of Hank's fingers once more and the own growing twitches of her inflamed belly. The tiny electric tingle between her thighs had grown to a lightning storm and she stopped in awe with Steve's cock still in her mouth as the first bolts of orgasm came searing through her body.
"Ahhhhggggg!" she cried around the meat between her flushed lips as her thighs convulsed rapidly, her cunt catching at Hank's spearing fingers with lewd constriction.
"Oh God, I'm cummingggg!" she screamed, screwing her fleshy white buttocks towards her assailant. Steve watched in dazed fascination as Sarah's eyes opened wide, her mouth growing in a large circle around his limp penis. A deep shudder wracked her creamy-white body and the obscenely waving buttocks suspended themselves in the air. Between the dancing globes of her full breasts he could see her thighs kick outward with a jerk. A thick rivulet of white cum erupted from her dark crevice and ran down the inside of one leg, puddling by his knee. Then with a long groan he felt her grip on his ass relax as she leaned forward, his cock slipping from between her lax mouth. Thin strands of warm sperm still tied the tip of his satiated cock to her lips. The pressure of her soft breasts, flattened gently on his bare legs was almost enough for him to get a second erection.
There was a soft, moist sucking sound as Hank slipped his fingers from her pussy and brought them up to her face. Sarah watched with mute amusement as he slipped them one by one into her lips, waiting while she licked each clean. The taste was doubly exciting, her own sweet secretions blended with Steve's lingering sperm. She did not even want to protest the action. She felt sore and spent, clammy with sweat and cum but still strangely alive as never before. They had degraded and humiliated her to the limits, branded perverse acts forever in her mind. It didn't matter though. Even without them she knew she could do it, would do it again. With others. In other ways.
"Like cock-sucking, don't you?" Hank grinned, squeezing her buttocks as he watched his younger brother pump down into Laura. Sarah turned her head towards the pair and was delighted to see Laura was enjoying every second. Her long, slender legs were locked like a vise around the man's narrow hips, loosening only enough so that she could swing her wide, womanly hips upward to be impaled by his plunging prick. She could see a tiny fraction of Pete's white shaft standing out against Laura's dark pubic hair as he pushed down into her writhing body, bringing wails of ecstasy from her mouth. Her own cunt still pulsed with the head of her orgasm as Pete rammed into her friend with a butt-pounding stroke and suddenly froze, his buttocks convulsing rapidly. Laura jerked upward, screwing her pussy against his cock to warm every inch of her tube with hot, white sperm as Pete erupted inside her. Her head was bent at a muscle tearing angle, teeth bared in the blinding fury of her own orgasm that boiled out of her cunt with his creamy sperm and flowed copiously down the upturned crack of her ass.
"Oh, man. Oh, man!" Pete swore, pushing up from her quivering body. Laura's legs slowly uncurled from his waist and fell open spread wide. Pete lightly nipped each breast near the hardened, brown nipple, creating small spasms in her naked form. "That was one of the better fucks, honey. Watching your friend really turns you on, you know?" Laura's head flopped to face Sarah, still bright with her own arousal.
"Oh, Sarah, my love," she moaned. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help it." A deep, emotional sob wracked her body, causing Pete's limp cock to shake loose from her juice-filled cunt. Sarah longed to rush over and hold her friend in her arms, to soothe her sore flesh with kisses of love and tenderness until all the horror of their predicament vanished. She knew the pleasure she had given Laura on the lake's edge could be repeated, with more compassion and understanding on her part than before. Laura had done all the giving, unlocking hidden wishes in her mind through the delicate touches of her hands and lips. And she had greedily taken all the lovely dark-haired woman could offer, never thinking of returning the sweet love-making until Laura's burning cunt was gently but firmly pressed down onto her whimpering mouth.
"Yes," Sarah thought. "There will be a next time, Laura my precious darling. We'll cum together and forget all the perverted actions of this night." Laura seemed to understand her thoughts and nodded slightly, running her tongue slowly around her soft, moist lips.
Pete watched the glances between the smoldering women, each appraising the other's naked flesh. It had been a long time since he'd seen two women make it together. Almost seven years ago in Tijuana, when two fat hookers got up on the seamy, red-lit stage and buried their faces in each other's cunts for the price of a drink.
"Christ!" he thought. "I came in my pants watching them suck pussy! I've got to tell Hank what's going on between these two later. Fuck! A no-holds sex show with two beauties like this would be ten times better than that pair of beat-up whores in Mexico."
He grinned and dipped a bare toe into Laura's overflowing cunt, smearing a wet trail up the flat plane of her tanned belly to her breasts. The woman watched in silence as his foot moved to rest against her flattened globe, the calloused sole pressing her hard brown nipple back into her.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Man, those cunts have drained me dry," Hank laughed. "Right now the only meat I want is something to eat. Hey, haul your food out here and get some supper going." Laura and Sarah exchanged nervous glances at each other before stepping forward.
"You get the supplies while I start the fire," Laura said, squatting down before their meager supply of firewood.
"Hey, hot box," Pete called out. "Stick one of those branches in your pussy and I'll bet it burns." Sarah turned at the insult and could see the scarlet rage spread down her friend's bare backside.
"You two put on some bras and panties," Hank said as he struggled into his trousers. "I don't want to be picking cunt hairs out of my food."
"I'll get them," Sarah said. Inside the tent, she knelt and closed her eyes, letting the total horror of their situation rise from her shaking body. A sudden coldness chilled her to the bone despite the warm night air. What was going to happen next? What further shame could they force on us? She didn't like her answers and tried to occupy her mind with getting the materials for supper. In the cutlery sack she fingered the steel table knives with dark thoughts. Could I kill someone? But what about the other one? Each of them had a gun besides. No, something will happen. Someone will come along. There must be police in the woods right now looking for the escaped men. All they had to do right now was stay alive, give into the convicts for the time being and stay alive.
"Fire's ready, Sarah," Laura called out. Sarah shook off her day-dreams and quickly gathered up the provisions and pans. At the last moment she remembered to snatch up underwear for Laura and herself.
"What do you want to cook then?" Laura asked as she squeezed into her white panties, the elastic hem digging provocatively into the soft flesh of her lower buttocks, accenting their lush roundness. "Here, let me fasten that for you."
Sarah turned, scooping her breasts into the bra while Laura fastened it behind her. "There's canned hash. That, I guess, and some coffee."
"Let's stick some potatoes in the fire. They look like they'd eat anything. And I'd rather it wasn't me." Laura moved the fire together with a flat stone and arranged other rocks to make a crude rest for the skillet. In a short time the smell of frying hash filled the clearing, drawing the two men over to the campfire.
Laura busied herself with the coffee pot while the men crouched before the blaze and watched Sarah, reaching out now and then to stroke her near-naked body.
"A fuckin' virgin and you get her first," Pete said with disappointment. "Always with the good luck, big brother." His sneer disappeared before Hank could raise his eyes from Sarah's deep cleavage.
"Yeh, a virgin," he grinned in triumph. "And I got her first. You'd still be wondering what your pecker was for if I didn't let you watch the gang-bangs in the old days." Laura's soft chuckle enraged Pete. He rose up and kicked her hard in the ass, sending her headfirst into the side of their larger tent.
"Think that's funny, you goddam whore!" he screamed. "I'll show you real jokes before we leave. You can bet your sweet ass on that!"
"Settle down, Pete," Hank growled. "Voices carry pretty far on these mountains and I don't want any visitors for awhile."
"But she...!" Pete stammered, his fists balled tight.
"I said shut up," Hank said with a coldness that brought his brother down next to the fire once more in silence. "Is hash the best you have?"
"Ye... yes," Sarah said. "There's potatoes baking in the coals too."
"How many days do you have food for?"
"Two," Sarah answered, "just yesterday and today."
"Sarah!" Laura shouted. Too late Sarah realized that she had given the convicts their escape route. All they had to was wait for the helicopter to return and force the pilot to take them anywhere they wanted.
"Damn, but that's fine news," Hank grinned, running his coarse fingertips along the swelled mounds of Sarah's breasts peeking above her brassiere. "Before that bird lands you aren't going to be a virgin anywhere on that tight little body. Old Hank is going to ream you so hard you'll taste your guts and beg for more of my cock." He delighted in the way her soft, white body shuddered with fear as he moved his hand down along her rippling belly towards her tightly closed thighs. Little winces of pain burst from her as he fingered, then pulled at several golden strands of pubic hair peeking from the edge of her panties. He wormed a finger across her damp slit, pressing in the sodden nylon material between her sore outer lips.
"Yeh, we're gonna have a real fine time," he laughed crudely. "But right now I'm hungrier than hell. We sort of missed dinner at the prison." Pete giggled and rocked back and forth.
"So did a couple of guards," he said. "Only they ain't ever gonna be hungry again!" He grinned to himself, recalling the shocked, helpless look on their faces when he sprang out of the guard room, leveling a shotgun at their stomachs. The blast nearly sheared them in two, covering the walls with blood and intestines.
"That food ready yet?" Hank asked. Sarah dished out two large portions and moved away to sit next to Laura. They watched the convicts across the fire, the red flames lighting their rough-lined faces with deep, evil shadows. With animal fury the spooned down the hash and tore into the half-baked potatoes, devouring them with grunts and loud smackings.
"Coffee," Hank belched, leaning backwards to fondle his naked, hairy stomach. "And give the rest of the hash to the mutt. I hate to see a dog go hungry." Sarah looked towards Leak and grimaced. The large, black Labrador was whining fitfully, straining on its rope towards the smell of the food. Hank and Pete's lack of mention of the girl's own hunger was ah too evident.
While Laura poured them coffee, Sarah rummaged through the haversack for a can of corned beef.
"It's a good thing you fuck like a born whore, cause you sure make a shitty cup of coffee," Pete swore as she came out of the tent. Laura set the pot back on the coals and knelt down submissively before them.
"Dammit, feed that mutt before he breaks the rope," Hank yelled, startling her back to reality. Sarah pulled back the aluminum ring on the can and tossed the sharp-edged lid to the side as she walked towards Leak. The dog yelped impatiently as she scooped the hash out with a twig, plopping it between his splayed paws. His huge, shaggy head dipped and swallowed the larger pieces whole, jerking upwards to gaze at her with questioning brown eyes for more food. Sarah squatted down and held the can for him to lick, unaware of the lustful sight her full, white buttocks and slender waist presented to the men.
Hank watched her rise upwards, savoring the muscular hollowing of her fleshy ass cheeks as she stood erect; naked but for the filmy white panties and bra. The dog slowly licked her bare thigh in appreciation, forcing her backwards in a stumbling movement. Hank grinned at the sight and filed away the lewd thought that arose.
"You, blondy!" he called out. "Get over here by me." He patted the grass next to him and waited until she shyly sat down, keeping herself from touching his grimy body. Hank took one of her covered breasts in his hand and fondled it roughly, twisting the virginal mound until it popped free of the nylon cup. He caught her soft, red nipple between his thumb and forefingers and rolled it back and forth, feeling it stiffen against her will.
"Honey, I'd love to fuck your ass off right now but I'm just too damn tired," he said, bouncing her free tit up and down in his greasy palm. "Pete, you want to stick it in that blonde cunt?" Pete shrugged and slugged down his remaining coffee.
"Naw, my cock's had it for awhile. Anyway, she ain't a virgin anymore. Just another piece of ass now." Sarah shook at his obscene description of her, feeling as dirty and whorish as he made her sound.
They sat in silence for several minutes. Sarah being caressed by Hank while Laura rocked back and forth on her heels, staring into the glowing coals. All their heads turned as Pete farted and grinned.
"I don't believe we're sitting here with two young, ready cunts doing nothing," Hank finally said. "What we need is a little after-dinner show, like they have in those Scandinavian countries. I may be too pooped to do it, but I can sure as hell watch them get some jollies. What do you say, Pete?"
"Sounds good to me," he snickered. "What did you have in mind?"
"You with the dark hair, what's your name?" Hank asked. Laura looked up and caught the worried expression on Sarah's face.
"Laura," she said quietly, crossing her tan arms across her quivering bosom.
"Laura," Hank repeated. "I like that. You and the wimp ever make it?" Laura turned her head and looked towards Steve, the answer hoarse in her throat.
"Yes."
"Good, then you're used to having that little dick of his pokin' around in your pussy. I want you to go over then and ride him like a horse. Sit down on his cock facing us so we can see how much you love it."
"Oh, god!" Laura moaned, grasping her bare shoulders to still the spasm of terror that gripped her body. "Please don't make me do that. Fuck me if you want, but don't make me put on a cheap show like that. Please!"
"Maybe your ears don't work so good," Pete hissed as he rose. "We want a show." Savagely he grasped her black hair and jerked her up screaming.
Laura futilely tried to ward off the rain of vicious blows that slapped across her face and breasts. Pete laughed and struck harder, his open palm spinning her tits out of the halter so that they jiggled crazily before him.
"Stop it!" Sarah shouted, but Hank's sudden grip on her bare, warm breasts broke her protest into a long moan of pain.
"Gonna be a good girl," Pete asked, yanking her tear-streaked face upwards. Vivid red welts crossed her cheeks and bosom.
"Yes, please don't hit me again," Laura whimpered. She felt the horrid sting of his slaps throughout her near-naked body, burning her to the bone with the shameful realization of her surrender. Her large, dark nipples tingled horribly, swollen with pain on her dancing globes as she sucked in tortured gasps of air.
"That's better," Pete said, flinging her hair away so that she swayed helplessly before him, a total slave to all his desires. Laugh at me, he thought. Sister, before I'm done you'll really be sorry.
Pete dropped back to the fireside and poured another cup of coffee for himself, stretching out his legs to relieve the bulge of his cock in the dirty prison trousers. He eyed the faded jeans at their captive's feet and figured them to be about his size. He ain't gonna need them no more, he thought, hoping he could get the pants before Hank claimed them himself.
"Strip over here by us," he said. Laura turned to face the trio and reached behind her, unfastening the snap of her bra to let her lush, breasts bounce forward, their nipples red and stiff with the pain of Pete's hand. She leaned down, feeling their weight swing heavily away from her body and quickly rolled down her panties to a puddle at her feet.
"Spread your cunt apart so we can see how hot and wet you are," Pete directed. With a humiliated groan Laura placed her hands on either side of her triangle of pubic hair, opening her legs slightly and bending backwards as she pushed apart the lips of her cunt with her thumbs.
"Still juicy," Pete laughed. "Now play with yourself all over. You've probably done it a hundred times so don't be shy."
Laura knew it was useless to refuse him in any way. He would just beat her again and next time there might be more than just his hands as weapons. They were sadistic murderers, their perversions knowing no bounds. Trying to ignore the guilty stirring in her loins, she began to slide her middle finger back and forth along her pussy crevice, massaging the slippery folds of flesh until a warm glow began to spread throughout the area. She swallowed hard, bracing herself, then jabbed the digit up along the smooth tube of her vagina, rubbing her knuckle against her firm little clitoris until she felt her spread thighs spasming with pleasure.
"That's it, more!" the brothers urged, leaning forward to watch her masturbate wantonly before them. With her other hand she cupped and fondled her breasts, squeezing one then the other tenderly as hot pricks of arousal streamed upwards from her churning cunt. Uncontrollably she craned her neck forward, her tongue darted snake-like to lick the passion-swollen nipple she guided towards her hungry mouth. Damn you bastards, she thought. I'll give you a show you'll never forget. Her breasts grew slick and sticky as she slaved at them with her tongue, saliva dripping from her open mouth in a lewd picture of total abandonment. Crazed by the waves of erotic feelings she had stirred, Laura rammed a second finger up her heaving cunt and began to thrust her hips forward to meet her hand in hard slaps that left her crotch stinging.
"Turn around and let's see that beautiful ass shake," Pete yelled. Hurriedly she swiveled and bent over, her buttocks splayed open by her wide-spread legs as she moved them back and forth to ride her fingers.
"God, yeh!" Hank croaked, staring at the puckered anus that opened and closed with each contraction of her billowing cheeks. He released Sarah's breasts and dug his hand down past the nylon band of her panties, letting his fingers slide back and forth in the sweat-slicked crevice of her ass as she jiggled sensuously around beside him.
"Now go fuck him," Pete ordered, rising to follow her across the clearing. Leak sensed their excitement and yelped frantically, running in small circles around the tree to follow the strong scent of sex oozing from Laura's perspiring flesh.
"Sit down, damn you," Hank shouted, kicking out to trip his brother. Pete fell hard and turned with his fist ready to strike. "Let her finish the show. You can fuck her anytime."
"Don't ever do that again, you prick," Pete snarled. "One of these days you're gonna go too far with me!"
"And what you gonna do, Pete? Call for mamma like always?"
"That ain't funny at all," Pete said, staying where he laid. He turned away and watched Laura stagger towards the trussed man, her one hand shiny with her own secretions.
"Anytime, bitch," he thought. "And you, big brother, any time. Better watch your back, you bastard, cause I don't need you anymore after we're out of here."
Laura lifted one long, slender leg and stood over Steve's helplessly tied body, her burning pussy level with his eyes.
"Steve," she sobbed, shaking with the horror of her acts and the way her body desperately cried out for release.
"No, don't say anything," he said without raising his eyes. "This is pure hell for you girls and nothing I say would help. Just do what you have to. I understand."
"You don't know at all," she moaned softly. "God, but how I want you! I love it when we're together, more than you'll ever know. Last night was heaven, better than I ever had. I want to do this, not like before."
"Laura," he said huskily, looking up into her tear-filled eyes.
"Cut the gab and get the show going," Hank yelled. With slow, sensual grace she lowered her body until she knelt above his bare waist, her buttocks flattening warmly against his cock. Gently she rocked back and forth, letting her breasts caress his face as his stiffening rod pressed hard between her quivering cheeks. His cock hair grabbed and pulled at her own pubic mound lightly, drinking in the hot fluids that drained from the pink lips.
Laura leaned into his broad chest so that she could rest her bruised face on his shoulder. Sensing the growing hardness against her crotch, she reached back between her wide-spread thighs and grabbed his cock. She could barely keep her fingers around its massive girth as it pounded with the hard, strong flow of his aroused blood. A moan of pleasure broke from his lips as she pulled the tight-skinned shaft back and forth, the veins throbbing beneath her palm. Lifting her hips upwards, Laura ran the thick rubbery knob of his swollen cock between the wet lips of her cunt, letting it lubricate itself with her streaming pussy juice. She could not, she would not hold back any longer.
"Nggggg," she groaned, squatting down with the hard tip pressing unbearably against the sore inner lips of her hot pussy. Steve felt her torment and speared his prick into her, sinking in several inches before her arching body moved away.
"Goooooood, so gooooood," she crooned, rocking her ass back and forth as more and more of his hard cock pierced her vagina with each slow thrust of her straining hips. With a grunt, she kicked her legs sideways so that her body dropped forcefully downwards, impaling itself on the full length of his rod. For a moment all she could do was tremble with excitement, the pain from his sudden entry filling her as the smooth walls of her pussy kissed each hard inch inside her. The hard, hot head pressed against her battered cervix as she lunged her crotch down harder, crying openly at the waves of passion coursing across her sweat-covered skin.
"Harder! Fuck me harder!" she cried out as she began a rapid bucking motion over his body, jabbing her clenching ass cheeks backwards to meet the explosive thrusts of his rising cock.
"Unnggg," Sarah groaned as Hank's fevered fingering of her crotch brought a growing wetness to her pussy lips. The obscene spectacle taking place before her, Laura's animalistic grunts and cries as she bravely rode Steve's massive cock were too much for the startled blonde to bear in silence.
"Like that, don't you?" Hank teased as he pulled down the waistband of her panties. The flimsy material caught in the tightly clenched crack of her ass, forcing him to rip them away into a useless tatter. "Go get your butt over there and see if your girl friend will suck on your cunt."
Eagerly Sarah jumped up and ran with quick, excited steps to the writhing couple, standing for a moment to marvel at the intensity of their public love-making. Laura was oblivious to her presence. All she could think about was the thick shaft of pulsating flesh pummeling smoothly with long, hard strokes up into the farthest depths of her belly. Her clenched, mascara darkened eyes broke open to small slits as Steve's wild tempo quickened, forcing tortured explosions of air from her bared teeth. It was then she saw the source of his sudden fury.
Naked and trembling, Sarah stood beside her, her ivory thighs slightly parted to show the dilating lips of her cunt.
Instinctively, she understood what was necessary and laid her hands on Sarah's wide, womanly hips, drawing the young girl over Steve's chest until she could blot out the sight of all else with her friend's sweet pussy.
Sarah groaned and fell backwards to let her body rest against the tree as Laura grabbed her buttocks and yanked them towards her open mouth. All reason left her as Laura's mouth buried itself in her soft mound, sucking ravenously at the hot liquids that Hank's fondling had aroused. Her long, flailing tongue whipped against the clutching walls of her vagina, taunting her sheath with fiery stabs and loving strokes. Her hands caught her friend's bobbing head and held it prisoner to the demands of her body.
"Suck me harder!" she cried out, thrusting her hips forward to match Steve's rhythm from below.
Hank thrilled to their absolute abandonment. His own cock throbbed with each violent jerk of the skewered woman as she thrust her splayed ass downwards to take all of the tied man's cock. Their prisoner's feet were pressed flat to the ground as he yanked his hips up to feed her hungry cunt with his meat.
"Stay here," he ordered Pete and walked over to the mass of fucking flesh. It looked even better close-up! He could tell they were just about ready to climax from the jerky, powerful spasms that gripped their bodies. Sarah was writhing before her friend's fevered cunt sucking, her loins thrown forward until her back ached as Steve strained his neck behind her to lick and lightly bite at her convulsing lower buttocks.
Hank leaned over her and began chewing on her breasts, sucking at her distended nipples until they felt like hard chips of rock implanted in her soft tits.
"You like your girl friend's sucking?" Hank growled around the sweet tasting flesh that filled his mouth.
"Yesssss!" she hissed, tossing her shoulders sideways to force more of her tingling breast into the warm, wet cavity.
"Then I'm gonna give you a real treat," he snickered. His lips popped loudly from her tit as he moved them to Laura's ear. He grabbed her by the back of the neck and yanked her head backwards, her lips open and wet with Sarah's juices as her long, pink tongue dangled from the cavern.
"When your girl cums, I want you to hold all that juice in your mouth. You don't swallow anything until I say so! You understand that?" Laura heard his odd demand and nodded, eager to get back to Sarah's pussy.
"Good," Hank said. "Now suck her dry!" He shoved her face back on the blonde's dripping cunt and heard loud slurpings and mewls of pleasure from the hopelessly lost woman.
He returned to the campfire and poured himself more coffee, watching the rutting trio through the steam of the cup as he sipped it in thought.
"Hey, what'd you tell her?" Pete asked.
"Remember couple months ago when Jackson had those two queers put on a show for us?"
"Hot damn! Yeh, couple of young punks in for pot or drugs," Pete giggled nervously. The big black Jackson had about beat them senseless before the performance. They were made to suck each other's cocks, then squirt their cum up the asses of their friend with their mouths. "What'd Jackson call that?"
"An oral enema," Hank chuckled. "I'm gonna have Laura do that to blondy, then fuck her virgin ass afterwards."
"Fuck the blonde?" Pete whined. "You already got her cherry, let me cornhole her!"
"Screw you!" Hank shot back. "That's the only unused hole left between them and it's mine! Got it?"
"It ain't fair," Pete said sullenly. "Ain't fair at all!"
Hank ignored his brother's mumbling as excited squeals broke from the women.
"I'm cummingggg!" Sarah cried out, twisting her small hands in Laura's sweat-dampened hair until the older woman groaned. It took all of Laura's effort not to gulp down the torrent of pungent, creamy juices that sprayed into her mouth from Sarah's convulsing cunt. Her own saliva built up like a damn as the sweet nectar poured into her sucking lips, threatening to choke off her air. Small, thick rivulets of white seeped from the edges of her bloated mouth. Despite the pressure on her cheeks she dared not swallow a drop. Her body still ached with Pete's beating despite the growing ball of fire Steve's cock had lit.
"Damnnn!" Steve swore as he felt his testicles boil over to send a churning wave of sperm up the hard length of his prick. His body ached for release as Laura drove his body back onto him in one final butt-splitting heave that signaled her own climax. Even as the first hot drops of his sperm gushed from his swollen head, he moaned with delirium as her cum washed down across his pumping cock, flowing onto his crotch and down to soak the warm earth beneath his clenched buttocks.
A groan was Laura's only sound as she swirled her ass around on Steve's cock, widening her cunt to relieve the pressure of his thick knob as it throbbed larger and larger with each hot spurt of sperm into her pussy. The milky-white fluids that filled her expanded cheeks prevented her from crying out in ecstasy as her own release came, forcing her stomach muscles into wild spasms as the walls of her vagina gripped his rod like a fist.
Exhausted, she leaned forward, resting her face on Sarah's jelly-soft thighs as Steve's cock began to shrink inside of her. She could feel the lips of her cunt flutter in confusion as they ground against his cum-soaked pubic hair.
It was several minutes before she could find the strength in herself to lift her leg from across Steve's waist, her cunt still connected by sticky strings of their juices. Sarah sighed as Laura's hot cheek pulled stickily away from her thigh. Below her, she could feel Steve's hard breathing on her pussy.
"Now for some young asshole," Hank said gruffly, rubbing his hands together in lewd expectation. "I'm gonna split that baby ass until it bleeds!"
"Hank," Pete said coldly. "Let me do it." Hank turned with a sick smile, seeing his young brother's hand coolly lying along the polished length of their stolen rifle.
"You figuring on taking me on?" he asked, looking from side to side. His own weapon lay out of reach.
"I don't want to unless you make me. You opened her cunt and I want first shot at her rear. That's fair, ain't it?" Hank eyed the gun-blue barrel, cursing himself for letting his .45 get so far away. He didn't care at all for Pete's reasoning.
"Hell," he thought. "I'm older, bigger and stronger than that simpering fool! I could crack his scrawny neck with one hand, would have cracked it too if Ma wasn't still alive." But they had left the money from the armored car heist with her for safe-keeping. If he showed up alone who knows what would happen. The way she doted on Pete, pampering and protecting him like a baby all his life, was sickening.
"Okay," he finally said aloud, fighting down his desire to bolt forward and shove the barrel of the .30-30 down his throat. One shot from the weapon at this range would burst his insides like a ripe melon under a sledge-hammer. "Why not? With the money we have waiting I can buy young butts by the dozen. Go on and make them start that oral enema."
"You're not kidding?" Pete asked in wonder. He half-expected his brother to jump forward any second.
"Naw, maybe I have been hoggin' the action a bit. Besides, I haven't tried the other cunt yet. They say black-haired women really let go once they're warmed up."
"She's a good piece," Pete agreed, easing his hand from the rifle. "You won't be sorry. I'll make them put on a real good show before I screw her bung-hole!"
"C'mon then," Hank prodded. "Let's see 'em get it on!"
Pete jumped up with delight and ordered the two women closer to the fire. With the fading glow of the sun he directed their efforts as they piled more branches on the pile until the clearing was lit with flickering shadows and streaks of blood-red flame.
"Okay, blondy," he said, standing over her. "You think that cunt-sucking was something, just wait until she starts in on your ass."
"What do you mean?" she gasped in horror, her buttocks squeezed together tight beneath her as she sat defenseless before him.
"I mean that your friend has a mouthful of your cum. And she's gonna squirt it up your ass so my cock has something to slide in." Sarah jerked her head towards Laura in amazement. It was pitiful to see the glazed look of surrender on her face, her cheeks puffed out from their lewd contents.
"No, she can't," she protested. "I won't let her. It's sick!"
"Hey, I'm being nice," Pete laughed. "Your ass and my cock would be bleeding in a minute unless they're oiled up. That's a fresh little hole behind you girl."
Roughly he grabbed her and rolled her onto her stomach, pinning her with a foot in the small of her back.
"No, I won't," she cried out, twisting beneath Mm until her squashed breasts ached with the prickling on the coarse grass. Her legs and arms flailed wildly about as she fought to throw him off.
"Up on your knees and spread those legs. I want my brother to see that hairless little pink asshole of yours." His crude words cut through her like a knife, strengthening her will to fight off the obscene humiliation. She clenched her thighs tight together, stiffening her naked body from his demands.
Pete raised his hand and brought it down hard with the force of his whole body against Sarah's quaking white ass-cheeks. The sharp slap of his hand against her soft flesh filled the camp. "Eeiiiii!" she screamed, broken by the hot flash of pain that raced through her body.
"I said up in the air with that sweet ass!" she heard Pete growl through the ringing in her ears.
She tried to quell the pain for a second blow, but knew it was a useless idea. Slowly she drew her trembling, nude body up into a kneeling position. Her only hope of escaping the beating was in total, humiliating submission.
"C'mon and spread your ass wider. I want to see how wet that tight little pussy of yours looks. Ain't no one gonna believe how big your asshole is after I get done with it."
Hesitantly, her body shaking with tearful sobs, Sarah moved her legs farther apart. She leaned forward on her hands to hide her horror-filled face, her buttocks rising lewdly upwards in an obscene gesture of surrender. Her puckered anus clasped as though in open invitation as shudders coursed through her trembling, splayed buttocks.
Sarah moaned in silent shame, picturing how disgustingly ready her vagina must look to the evil men. She felt the hair-rimmed slit wetly open, shamefully exposing all her tender flesh to their sadistic eyes. The burning sensation on her ass-cheeks prevented her from squeezing them shut, covering her tiny, crinkled anus from what Pete had in mind.
"See that, Hank," Pete said. "Her ass-hole's so eager for some cock it's trying to talk."
"Christ, yeh," Hank said. "Probably squeeze the tongue right off the other bitch. Man, I can't wait to see that!" Sensing his brother's impatience, Pete motioned Laura over to kneel between Sarah's spread legs, her full moons wavering inches before the woman's expressionless face.
Sarah shivered as she felt Laura's hands glide upwards over the soft spheres of her ass, caressing her stinging skin with her fingers until some of the pain ebbed away. She could scarcely control herself as Laura's thumbs invaded the moist crevice between her buttocks and spread them apart, letting her defenseless anus blossom outwards towards her descending mouth.
There was no doubt in Laura's mind as she leaned forward pushing apart the full, warm halves of her friend's ass so that she could bring her lips directly over her pert, winking hole. I want this to happen, she thought. The stretched, brownish skin that lined Sarah's crevice was beautiful in her passion-crazed mind. She let her nose bury itself against the hot, sticky skin as she pressed her lips to the quivering hole.
Pete watched with obscene fascination as Laura's cheeks hollowed slowly with loud groans from her ass-sucking mouth. From the way the blonde was mewling and screwing her buttocks backwards, he could tell that the warm, slick cunt juice was being forced up her virginal rectum. His own mouth watered from the delicious sight and the growing hardness of his cock told him it would not be long before he had the blonde stuck to his belly like he imagined.
"That's it!" he chuckled. "Suck that hole good." Laura twisted her head from side to side as she licked Sarah's anus like it was her friend's cunt. Her mind wavered from the sheer perversion of the act as Sarah's cum slicked crevice seemed to send wave after wave of scented hot air up into her flaring nostrils.
Sarah could not believe the flood of emotions that took over her naked body, forcing her to thrust her ass backwards onto her friend's loudly smacking lips. "Ahhhhh!" she cried as Laura's tongue slithered up the rubbery walls of her rectum, taunting her muscles that gripped hard at her pink, licking, stabbing mouth. Laura's hands were twisting her wide-spread buttocks into odd shapes, her hard, strong fingers squeezing bloodless white lines as she forced them farther apart.
"Stick that tongue out," Pete ordered. "I want to see it going up her asshole." Laura thrust her tongue as far as she could from her lips and stabbed in and out of Sarah's weaving anus, her head bobbing madly as she dove into the depths of her friend's child-like rectal passage. The force of Sarah's sphincter threatened to snap off her tongue, but she ignored the pressure and continued to squirt mouthfuls of saliva with her curled tongue.
"Christ, I can't stand it anymore!" Pete jerked down his trousers and tossed them away. Sarah heard the zipper rip and shut her eyes tightly, loathing what was to come after Laura's hot mouth finished behind her.
"See that, honey," Pete said, jerking her head up by her long blonde hair. "Take a good look what's gonna be stuffed up your ass. Bigger than that bitch's tongue, ain't it?"
Sarah's face twisted in fear at the long thick hardness held in front of her. It was massive, covered with thick blue veins that throbbed in time with the turgid, purplish head that brushed her nose. She stared down the white, monstrous member and saw his testicles jerk with excitement.
"Big, ain't it?" he crowed, guiding his cock with one hand so it stabbed against her clenched lips. Sarah moaned as the hot head pushed against her teeth, filling her mouth with a strange salty flavor.
CHAPTER SIX
"Okay, bitch," Pete laughed, slapping the eagerly sucking woman's fleshy rear. "Fun time's over. I want to get in that tight little behind before you lick it dry." Sarah felt the iron-grip of Laura's fingers relax their painful hold on her stretched buttocks, letting the aching cheeks ease back to press against the flushed skin of the woman's writhing face still pressed snugly against the sweat slickened crevice of her ass. Slowly the hot probing tongue withdrew from her clasping anus, worming back past the spasming muscle to leave her empty rectum quivering from the depraved, lewdly exciting assault.
"Babe, you can really eat ass. You really enjoyed it, too. Didn't you?" Pete grabbed the long-haired woman by her roots, twisting his fingers in the damp locks until she responded with a sharp cry. Sarah sagged forward on her elbows, her hungry body tense with the knowledge of the enticing lure her cum-smeared rear must seem swaying naked and defenseless before them all. Her anus puckered with a draft of cool air as Laura's fevered lips pulled away with a wet, sucking sound.
"You're hurting me!" Laura whined, her head bent at an odd angle as Pete forced her face upwards! Sarah stared at her and felt both revulsion and pity for the woman. Laura's lush, tear-streaked features gleamed with shiny streaks of cum and saliva, her once proud, sneering mouth, now rimmed with dark stains from her fear-inspired love-making to Sarah's bottom.
"I asked if you liked it?" Pete repeated.
"I liked it!" Laura cried, her eyes watering with pain as the convict tore at her hair. "Please, you promised! I'll do anything you want."
"You bet your life you will," Pete grinned, giving her head a savage shake before swinging her off balance to sprawl sobbing on the ground. "Hank, keep this slut busy while I ream the other's backside."
Sarah cringed at the words, drawing her buttocks together in useless defense against the man's intentions.
"He can't stick his penis in there," she thought. "It couldn't possibly fit. Even Laura's tongue had been squeezed near bloodless by my asshole."
"Hey, bitch," Hank called, "crawl over here on your belly." He shifted his position until his spread legs pointed towards Laura, his thick cock rigid as a pole and dark against his white abdomen.
Obediently, Laura slid to her stomach and began weakly crawling towards the blood-engorged shaft like a moth hopelessly drawn to a flame. Sarah felt her own nipples tingle with excitement as her friend's full soft breasts rasped against the coarse dirt of the clearing. Crab-like, Laura scissored her long legs as she crept away, giving her bronzed, full buttocks an odd rhythm that opened her dark channel for all to see. With disgust Sarah felt her own mouth uncontrollably watering at the sight of her friend's puckered, red anus.
She raised her body up between Hank's hairy legs, her tits dangling like two warm globes beneath her heaving chest as she labored for each breath. As her lips opened and sank down over the turgid knob Hank reared up, spearing her mouth with the full length of his long, pulsating cock. Sarah could hear the wracking coughs as Laura fought for breath around the meaty shaft pressed hard against the back of her throat. Hank pulled her long hair to one side to watch the lascivious site of the college woman reduced to a willing slave. Her face was buried in his sperm-caked pubic hairs, tickling her nose as she fought to back her head off his straining tool.
"Suck it good, honey," he said, reaching out a hand until it cupped one hanging breast. He squeezed until red marks appeared around his fingers, tweaking her hard nipple as she bucked above his loins. Laura's moans of pain slid around his cock as she sucked madly, slapping the thick vein on the underside of his shaft with her tongue. "Just keep listening to us or I'll squeeze this tit until it pops like a cheap melon."
Sarah turned her eyes from Laura's bobbing head and glanced with shame at the helpless Steven. He met her eyes briefly as they turned from watching Laura's performance. Sarah shivered at the coldness they held for the convicts and for maybe even himself. Inescapably tied to the bole of the thick oak, he could only watch in horror as the women were debased in every manner possible. He made an ineffectual struggle against the ropes as Sarah watched, his arm muscles bunching and twisting on the coarse hemp fibers until blood-filled streaks appeared. With an angry growl he lunged to the right, only to fall back hard on the oak. Dejected he sagged back to the ground, his body limp with spent fury.
"It's okay, Steven," Sarah heard herself saying before she was aware of it. Her whispered consolation caused him to raise his head up to mouth a soul-filled apology.
"Can that talk," Pete growled behind her. "I'm gonna fuck you so far up the ass you'll swear you taste my cock in your mouth."
Sarah choked back her horror, knowing she must submit to the torment of his lust once again. She laid her head between her stretched arms, her fingers nervously kneading the soil, the lush, white moons of her buttocks offered up as sweet ransom for Steve's life to the sex-crazed convict.
"Spread those legs." Her rapid submission to his every demand made his massive cock bulge even more, the thick veins tingled with a faster rush of blood. "Christ," he thought, "I could cum right now." His balls ached with swirling sperm as he longed to thrust forward, between those trembling white moons and down deep into the crinkled brown star. But he knew she was expecting him to rape her. He wanted her begging for a prick, to break down all her reasoning and reduce her to little more than a quivering mass of convenient holes that needed to be stuffed.
He slid to his knees between her spread, wavering thighs and planted a warm, wet kiss on the nape of her neck, letting his hands slide along her hot waist upwards to caress her dangling breasts. Methodically he fondled the soft globes, kneading her dark nipples until they grew into stiff peaks. Her breathless groans welled up around him as he ran his long, wet tongue the length of her arched back, tickling each bone of her spine with a light kiss until he reached the cleft of her buttocks. He licked teasingly at the junction, tasting the secretions left by the other woman's mouth.
He began to kiss her wavering moons, nipping them slightly all over until she squealed with excited surprise. Lightly, he tongued the length of her firmly clenched buttocks, sensing the fearful tension they still held for his invasion. Carefully, he shifted his position lower and placed his thick, wet lips on the pulsating pink folds covering her protruding cunt, feeling her body squirm slightly backwards towards the moist embrace. Then he slid his hot, slick tongue gently and teasingly along the steamy furrow, smiling lewdly as the corded muscles of her ivory thighs began to relax and her breasts were pressed wantonly into his smoothly kneading hands. Her buttock cheeks slipped apart slightly, letting him press his slavering mouth tighter against the moisture-scented hairs rimming her swollen cuntal lips.
Sarah had prepared herself for a painful rape of her anus. But this slow, teasing lapping at her cunt was unsettling. Her body was responding with small jerks backwards as the convict drove his tongue far into her inner crevice, sucking at the aroused secretions of her cunt as her swaying buttocks unresistingly relaxed against his face.
"God, yessss," Sarah sighed in rapture as the fire kindled by Laura's oral rape of her ass was fanned into a burning desire for more crazy, lewd sucking on her cunt. Her belly heaved with glowing sensations as Pete's twisting and darting wet tongue slaved against the walls of her vagina until she couldn't help but screw her buttocks back onto his driving tongue, her body arching with each thrust against his cum-covered face.
Her tousled, blonde head rose from the ground, mouth open wide to savagely suck back the air she spat out with each churning and writhing movement. Dimly, she was aware of Steve's surprised face watching her and for a dazed second, coherent thought returned. She knew she no longer wanted to be freed from her sexual slavery, not if it meant surrendering the hot, exciting suckling of her burning cunt. Her wide-splayed pussy was at the complete mercy of the murderous convict and she loved it. Hungrily, she gave in completely, pressing her open buttocks back fully until the warm mouth pressed tight to her secreting cunt grew slippery with her freely flowing cum and the man's saliva. Pete sensed her submission and began to lick furiously at her anus, washing the tiny orifice with the woman's own cum.
"Okay, baby, spread them cheeks wider," he growled around her sopping cunt, releasing his hold on her throbbing breasts. Sarah spread her quivering thighs far apart. Pete swore softly as the brown opening came into full view. He knew he could ram his cock in right now and she would love every second, but he wanted her to beg him for every inch.
"No, don't stop!" Sarah cried out in disappointment as his lips drew back from her flowing cunt. Suddenly, she felt a finger spear into her pussy, massaging her stiff clitoris before it began penetrating thrusts deep inside her loins. A new wave of desire coursed through her veins as she rammed her cunt back against Pete's invading finger, relishing each twist and turn of his digit into her tightly sucking tube. "Ahhhhh," she crooned as a second finger was inserted, tunneling beside it's companion until it seemed a small cock was pounding away into her juice-covered vagina.
"More, god, more!" she cried out. In response, she felt a third finger press curiously against the crinkled little hole of her anus. Pete's extended finger shoved in slightly, and she winced at the abrupt stab of pain. But immediately afterwards she realized his digit was worming in and the initial pain had subsided to a delicious burning sensation. He grinned lewdly at the sharp contrast his finger made, sunk in her little brown hole up to the second knuckle.
His middle finger churned in the tight, rubbery warmth of her rectum, sawing in and out as he loosened the channel for his aching penis. She unashamedly screwed her body in small, circular motions as her rectum telegraphed lewdly pleasurable flashes to her mind. She had become used to the invasion when Pete touched another finger to her clasping anus, pressing hard until it popped in to further widen her cruelly stretched rectal passage. Sarah gasped with pain, clenching her teeth together as Pete resumed his anal fingerfucking.
"Move that ass," Pete ordered. As inducement, he shoved a third finger up both her cunt and asshole, savagely churning both hands until they slapped loudly against her reddened flesh. Sarah became accustomed to the vile usage of her orifices. She relaxed her buttocks, screwing the soft cheeks back onto his fingers, her taut hip muscles making them hollow and contract with each thrust. She began to grow excited with masochistic pleasure, visualizing the depraved scene her awkwardly held position must present to Steve.
"UGGGGG!" she cried as Pete jammed his fingers far up her anus, pushing her entire body forward until her breasts compressed against the dirt. Teasingly, he held both hands still as she uselessly tried to buck backwards to resume their rhythm.
"You like it like this," he rasped. "You want to get fucked up the ass?"
"Please," she begged, wiggling her hips from side to side.
"Please what, baby?"
"Fuck my ass, dammit!" she screamed, stunned at the quickness she had answered with.
"Get back up on your knees," Pete said. She obeyed willingly, knowing there was no way to refuse the needs of her aroused flesh. There was a sick sucking sound as he slid his fingers out of her body, leaving her empty channels quivering with anticipation. Then she felt his heavy body melt against her bent form, his hairy chest rubbing against her naked back as he slid himself between her wide-spread legs. He raised up behind her smooth, rounded buttocks, taunting her by rubbing his hard prick back and forth in the soft crevice leading from her palpitating cuntal lips to the base of her spine. Her urgent mewlings drifted back to him as teasingly he prodded her juicy pussy lips, smearing his thick, quivering head with her slippery secretions. He ran his hands lightly over the long, lean muscles of her arched thighs, bringing them up to cup and spread her trembling ass cheeks.
She was moaning mindlessly as he brought his cock up to the tiny opening of her anus, pressing the first small portion of his blunt head steadily until with a slight pop it entered the puckered hole.
"NNNNGGGG," she groaned weakly as he continued the constant pressure until several inches of his massive penis had slid into her cum-coated rectum. He felt the waves of her muscles clench at his blood-engorged instrument, threatened to suck the sperm up from his balls before he even gave her a good taste of ass fucking.
"Ohhhh, please stop," she begged him, Struggling to fall to her stomach and away from his rock-hard cock. His hands held tight to her trembling body, drawing her sweat-covered thighs backward as he slowly rocked another inch forward. Her screams of pain and wild flailing from side to side only increased his desire to hurt her.
"God, stop... you're killing me," she screamed deliriously. Sarah tried to jerk forward, but she was too deeply impaled by his massive, throbbing cock and his hands clutching at her spasming white buttocks held her firmly. Her useless twists and turns to escape the red-hot poker searing through her dark channel only brought new flashes of pain.
"Fuck, sister, you must have the tightest ass in the world," Pete called out, wincing as her sphincter squeezed his swollen cock. "Once I get you loosened up you'll wish there were two cocks stuck back here. Now start moving that ass of yours!" Sarah ignored his words, straining her arched back up and away as his cock inexorably ground its way further up her tortured rectal passage.
"Dammit, push back, you whore," he ordered. Sarah cried out as his palm came down hard on her stretched cheeks, the sound like a rifle-shot in the clearing.
She shoved, hoped the added pain would serve to draw the sperm up from his testicles and end the torment she endured. With a grunt, she allowed her quivering buttocks to spread the final inch. Pete laughed and thrust forward like a battering-ram, sinking his prick the full length of her tight passage as his balls swung upward to slap noisily against her wet cunt. He held still a moment, her cheeks pressed flat against his loins as he flexed his cock inside her, drawing little mewls of pain from her lips. Then, chuckling with delight, he began stroking into her with long, smooth thrusts, his hands gripping her unresisting hips until the skin turned white.
Leaning to one side, he watched her flushed face grimace with each jarring stroke, saliva dripping from the corners of her lips as she gritted her teeth and jerked her head backwards. Her full breasts danced madly as his body slapped against her backsides, the rosy nipples standing out like gauges to her rising excitement.
"That's it, honey. Now you're getting the feel of it." He watched her white, round bottom hollow and contract with each of his thrusts, her red, little anus clutching angrily at his spearing prick as he drew back on the outstroke. The continual slap of his testicles against her upraised vagina was stirring his cum and he knew it wouldn't be long before he sent his hot seed splashing far up her buttery-warm rectum.
Sarah forcefully screwed her body back on his cock, aware that each small circle of her buttocks brought him that much closer to cumming. She didn't expect the inadvertent stretching of her anus to ease the pain, though the discovery brought on a wild, uncontrollable bucking that smashed her soft cheeks flat against his muscled stomach with every thrust. His prick felt like a telephone pole plunging up through her body, making every nerve come alive with passion as it reamed her entire being clear of whatever fears she held before for his rape of her virgin anus.
"Harder, fuck me harder, you bastard!" she screamed, her head tossing from side to side in desire. Pete felt her frenzied fucking and began to ram himself harder up her slippery ass. His cock was boiling in her hot flesh. Her sick grunts had become an endless moan of rapture, spilling from her slack mouth as she fought to draw every fraction of his blood-engorged penis up her dark passage.
"AHHHHH, NNNGGGG," a wild scream sounded. Both Pete and Sarah whipped their heads towards the horrifying sound.
"He's murdering Laura," Sarah thought, her mind filling with obscene pictures of the woman's torn flesh even as she pressed back hard against Pete's motionless cock.
In back of them, Hank had tired of Laura's blow-job and watched Pete's subjugation of the big-breasted blonde with envy. Damn, he thought, I have to take this one's hole before he gets it, too.
"Back off," he ordered, pulling her tight lips off his stiff cock with a loud pop. "You want your ass fucked, don't you?" It delighted him to watch her fearful reaction as she pressed her buttocks back against the cold ground. But her eyes told him she was too far gone to resist any of his orders. He would make her perform like a trained dog to his every whim until she had more sperm in her body than blood.
"Squat down over my cock with your butt towards my face," he commanded. Laura moved without protest and suspended her white moons over his blood-red cock-head. The secretions from her aroused cunt smearing his saliva wet cocktip.
The convict jammed a finger between her moist cunt and used it to bathe her constricting anus until the red star easily admitted his digit to the joint. He wiped the brown-streaked finger on her thigh and grabbed her buttocks roughly, spreading them far apart as he pulled her trembling body downward. Her full, fleshy cheeks flowed under his hands, his fingers forming long ruts as he tore them apart. The warm touch of her cringing asshole on the tip of his cock told him he wouldn't be long till cumming.
"Drop that ass down," he ordered, tugging on her body as he raised his body upwards, aiming his cock straight into the dark nether passage. Several inches rammed into her, bringing howls of pain and humiliation from her mouth as she twisted above him, trying to dislodge the horrible pain filling her ass. He watched with a lewd grin as each buck of her naked, brown body only skewered her further onto his cock, wrapping his member like a thousand, hot, quivering tongues.
"All the way," Pete yelled across the clearing, unaware for the moment of the woman slavishly kneeling before him. His brother wasn't wasting anytime catching up for those ten years in the pen. He was corn-holing the bitch dry, letting her flailing body do the work.
Hank reached up around the woman's smooth back and grabbed a soft, jiggling breast in each hand, hauling her protesting body downward to take his cock all the way up her rectum.
Sarah watched as the silent bubbles of spittle on her friend's cuntlips sank slowly down on the man's cock. Her own passage constricted in pity around the rock-hard instrument filling it. Laura's rapist slid his hands down the smooth length of her body until they rested alongside her flattened cheeks. He gripped them by the edges and began to jerk up and down, bringing groans of pain from Laura as he fucked mercilessly up into her. Between their wide-spread legs, Sarah could see his cock thrusting up into the hair-fringed hole of her ass, the dark ring pulling far out from her body as she rose up from his retreating cock, only to disappear with a wet, sucking sound as she screwed back down. The brilliant pink folds of her cunt opened with each butt-splitting jolt, the trembling lips slick with her sodomy-aroused secretions.
"Like watching that, don't you?" Pete laughed behind her, his cock pressed hard against the far walls of her welcoming rectum. "I've got to see my little brother cum up that bitch. Start walking over there on your hands and knees." Roughly he grabbed the smooth skin of her waist and twisted towards the groaning pair, forcing Sarah to scuttle dog-like until her face pointed in their direction. Sharp pinches on her body sent her moving towards the churning bodies, her bowels fighting to keep every inch of his tight-pressed cock deep inside her.
"Just like a couple of dogs in heat," Pete chuckled as he walked on his knees behind her, thrilling to the hard slap of his balls on her spread vagina. "Get up close between their legs." Nervously Sarah obeyed, positioning her body between the bouncing thighs until the man's hairy legs brushed her dangling breasts with each upward thrust into her friend's ass. She easily picked up Pete's renewed rhythm, swinging her cheeks back in small circles as his cock speared even deeper up her anus.
Sarah watched mesmerized at the erotic scene before her. Laura, mindless to anything but the delicious penis plowing her backsides, was grunting like an incensed animal under Hank's long, smooth strokes, her hands and feet splayed wide against the ground to suspend all her weight on his massive cock. The face that had sneered at her so evilly earlier that day was almost angelic looking with rapt passion. Her lips were pulled tight against her teeth as she strained to take her body over the brink.
Feeling only close kinship in their perverted situation, Sarah called out her name softly and smiled as Laura's eyes slowly opened.
"My love," Laura mouthed, the words framed between the provocative swaying of her finger-marked breasts. Her eyes told Sarah she needed more than life itself right now, dropping along the sensuous curves of her tan body to alight on her burning, empty cunt.
"Yessss," Sarah hissed, dropping her head until her lips hung a short distance from Laura's quivering furrow. Lightly, she trailed her moist tongue through Laura's coarse, black pubic hairs, outlining the flushed lips with a ring of saliva.
"That's it. Suck her." Pete's orders weren't necessary to her anymore. With a lust-filled moan she dropped her face between the woman's begging thighs, licking the full length of her cunt from the smeared ring of her anus to the hard nub of her clit. Her mouth nestled in the sweet-smelling pussy, sucking tenderly on Laura's inner lips as her tongue massaged each ridge with a tantalizing sensitivity only possible between two women in love. She let her lips trail down in the clinging crevice, feeling the gentle tug of her friend's cuntal walls on her probing tongue.
"Oh, dammmm," Hank yelled under her as he felt teasing tickles of the second woman's mouth brush against the exposed half-inch of his buried cock. With her nose covered in Laura's wet outer lips, Sarah used her mouth to envelop the convict's testicles, washing each crinkled sack in saliva until he moaned endlessly.
Sensing his brother's tension, Pete began to tear at the soft, white cheeks billowing before him, spreading them to their limits to make her take every last fraction of his cock.
"Unnnggg," Sarah cried, the sound muffled in the jerking pussy melting around her mouth, as Pete clasped a hand to her dripping cunt and thrust three fingers straight up her body. "Faster, damn you! Make me cummmmm!" Pete savagely drove his palm against her cunt, slapping at her sticky outer fringes as his fingers rode hard on her swollen clitoris. In response, she began wantonly open circles on his pounding cock, pausing a brief moment on the upswing to gather her strength for nerve-jarring thrusts backward, her buttocks screwing from side to side in an effort to widen her anal passage for his boiling sperm.
A shrill animal cry burst from his brother as he arched his back and reached up to grab the woman's breasts, mashing them back against her spasming body until her loud groans of pleasure became mixed with agonized pain. He could feel his own cum erupt like a wave up the hot ass before him.
Sarah pressed her mouth hard to Laura's overflowing cunt, fearful of loosing a single drop of burning cum. Her tongue snaked wildly over the lips as small streams sought to escape down Laura's shaking thighs. Swallowing each pearl greedily, she tried to suck her friend's tube dry, the salty, delicious taste in her mouth far better tasting than man's sperm. Satisfied of her cleansing, she lowered her lips to nibble at the thick white strands flowing around Hank's deflating cock. But she had to stop her lewd feast when her body began trembling without control, blinding her to anything but the searing pole lodged in her rectum, expanding to new size as it flooded with Pete's gushing sperm.
"I'm cummingggg!" she cried out, her firm, round buttocks spasming back against the erupting cock. Molten spurts of his pent-up cum splashed endlessly far up the darkest recesses of her forever expanded rectum, washing her trembling muscles in hot waves as his blunt-head throbbed like an opening and closing fist inside her. Then she felt herself losing balance as her limbs quaked erratically, flapping uselessly on the naked body before her. Her own orgasm wiped away whatever small fears she might have still felt for their obscene slavery. If this was uninhibited sex, then she would become an open whore. She would suck anything, anyone at anytime; as long as the endless wild flashing in her soul could be repeated again.
Slowly she returned to normal, aware of Laura's hot belly pressing against her flushed cheek. Pete lay on top of her, his cock limp and spent, slowly shrinking from her oozing asshole. Laura's hands came down to tenderly brush her hair as Sarah's open mouth traced small circles on her perspiration covered stomach, rippling her firm muscles with the remembrance of her orgasm.
"Both of you get over by him," Hank snarled, waving a cum-smeared hand towards Steve. "Pete, watch 'em while I see what they have in the way of provisions. We've still got that ridge to cross to Richmond City before we're free."
"Hey, we're not leaving already?" Pete asked, prodding Laura towards Sarah. "I want a blow-job from the blonde, still." Sarah shuddered, aware of the lewd, perverted spectacle she had provided for the escaped convicts. The dirty words stung like hornets, making her disgustedly aware of how whorish she must now look kneeling dog-like and naked, her legs and lips sticky with sex fluids. With a groan she moved from between Steve's legs and sat hunched next to Laura, her legs pressed tight to her bare breasts and cunt in a futile gesture of modesty.
"Yeh, no sense starting out now," Hank said. "Be dark in an hour or so and those whores have worn me out. Guess there's no harm in staying the night."
"Right, each of us with a woman to keep him warm, huh?" Pete laughed. "C'mon blondy, you and me are going to catch some rest."
"Tie her hands and legs for the night," Hank said, tossing short lengths of rope to his brother.
Pete pulled Sarah into the small tent she had cried in alone the night before and shoved her to the floor, roughly cinching a cord around her ankles, then rolling her over.
"Get those hands behind your back, cunt!" he ordered. Sarah obeyed, wincing as he drew them firmly around her wrists.
Pete crouched over her and licked a salty streak of sweat from her spine, making her body arch upwards helplessly from the tickling of his tongue.
"Christ, you're filthy," he laughed lewdly, thrusting a finger between her sticky buttocks. "Look!" He shoved a sperm and shit streaked finger under her nose and rubbed it back and forth obscenely across her clenched lips. "Maybe I'll give you a good scrubbing in the morning. You smell like a stale cock from all that cum." Sarah stayed silent as he shoved her into the small sleeping bag and slipped in beside her, his semi-rigid cock wedging itself tightly between the lax globes of her buttocks.
"Yeh, nice and warm," he said into her ear as he reached around to cup her trembling, bruised breasts. "Nice and warm."
Sarah laid motionless, listening to the spacing of his breaths until she was certain he was asleep. His cock was now limply stuck to her ass hole while his hand dangled across her naked waist. Gently she tested the rope on her wrists, Careful not to brush his belly with her writhing fingers. But they were firmly bound, with no chance of getting free for the night.
"Tomorrow they will kill us," she thought numbly, somehow not as afraid as she should be. The rape, the lewd performance, the tiredness were all taking their toll on her body, driving away all conscious thoughts. She wasn't even aware when sleep took hold.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Wake up!" Sarah snapped open her eyes as Pete's hand slapped at her fleshy buttocks, stinging her sore flesh once more as she wriggled away. Roughly, he flopped her onto her belly and untied her arms and legs, shoving her forward into the late morning sunlight.
"Now that's something to wake up to!" Pete jeered behind her, watching her glistening pussy lips open and close as she crawled in front of him, her puckered, red asshole a few inches from his lust-filled eyes. "Hurry up!" He stabbed a blunt fingertip at the pain-tightened muscle.
"Aieee!" Sarah winced, hurtling her body away before his finger could spear further up her rectum.
"Move over by your friend," Hank said, standing naked above her, his cock dangling limply by her sweat-covered face.
Once out of hearing, Hank pulled his brother to one side and whispered, pointing occasionally to the two terrified women huddled naked in fearful anticipation.
"We can't leave them alive," Hank said. "The last thing we need is a couple of victims to point out the way for the fuzz."
"Then you think they're coming this way," Pete asked.
"Sooner or later. Besides, if they tacked on a rape charge to our sentences there's no way we'd get a chance at escape again."
"Yeh, offing them's the best way. I'll keep an eye on the ladies while you get ready to leave."
Sarah and Laura sat in silence for a few minutes, their arms draped protectively over each other's bare shoulders as they dared nothing under Pete's sadistic, watchful eyes. It was a shock to Sarah when she suddenly felt Laura's quivering hand cup and gently squeeze her aching breasts.
"Laura," she squealed in protest, squirming erotically as her friend's embrace tightened and drew her slowly backward onto her warm body.
"What you doing?" Pete snapped.
"Mmmmm," Laura moaned, rubbing her jutting breasts against Sarah's side. "That beautiful hard cock of yours has made me so horny I can't stop. Please fuck me again!"
"Damn," Pete said with relish as her thighs scissored open to expose the wet recesses of her womanhood. "Honey, I'd love to stuff you right now, but my dong's had it for awhile."
"Nooooo!" Laura whined, humping her flared hips up towards his leering face. "I'm so hot I can't stand it! Please, suck me then! Masturbate me! Do something!"
"Really got you going, didn't I?" Pete beamed, watching as Laura fingered open her own cunt and began to run a slender finger back and forth across her glistening clitoris. "And Hank says I can't fuck worth shit."
"Laura, what's happened to you!" Sarah broke in, struggling to push her friend's heaving, warm flesh away. "Stop it!"
"Shut up, you little slut!" Pete warned, poking her foot with the barrel of his rifle. "You just he there and let her do what she wants. Man, I turned her into a nympho for sure."
Stunned, Sarah lay motionless as Laura's mouth fastened to her nipple and sucked ravenously. It seemed entirely senseless to her, Laura acting so lewd and debased in front of this... this fiend! Laura's warm, wet mouth popped off her breast and trailed up the hollow of her neck, nipping slightly at her chin until it pressed open and invitingly on her own, frightened lips.
"Oh, my sweet, precious lover," Laura cooed down at her, shifting so that her naked body lay atop Sarah's trembling form, their hard-chipped breasts rubbing with lesbian delight upon each other. "Love me, love me."
"Laura, please," Sarah mumbled around her thrusting tongue.
"Quiet," Laura whispered, humping her ass upwards as she ground her sodden cunt against Sarah's crotch. "Just listen and make love like your life depended on it." Hesitantly, Sarah reached out and stroked Laura's backside, her finger dipping down along her friend's spread ass cheeks to pluck at the tender orifice within.
"That's it," Laura continued. "Keep his attention off our whispers. That lid from the trash can you threw on the ground? I've got to get it to Steve so he can work on his ropes. Do you understand? It's our only chance!"
"What are you two saying?" Pete interrupted, leaning closer to their writhing bodies.
"My pussy. Play with my pussy!" Sarah rasped, arching her legs so that Laura could dip into the soft folds of her hair-fringed cunt. Laura's words swirled in her mind as she felt the soft palm begin a slow massage of her entire crotch, fingers tenderly dipping in and out of her quivering vagina as her own hand tickled impishly at the dark-haired loins swaying just above her slit.
"I'm going to pretend to have a fit and snatch up the lid before Hank gets back. Then we have to stall for time until he cuts his hands free. Understand? Do anything they ask! If we don't get Steve's help we'll all be dead!"
"Yes, yes," Sarah whimpered with strong emotion of new hope. "Do it!"
"I'm going to make a break for Steve and you act like you want me to stay," Laura prompted, before pulling back from Sarah's glowing face. She began to rise up off of her golden-tressed friend.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" she intoned, loud enough for only Pete to hear. "I've got to have a hard prick up me! Ooohhhh, I'm burning up!" She winked down at Sarah and knelt back from her splayed legs.
"No, keep touching me," Sarah pretended to beg, grasping out with both hands to capture Laura's lush, bouncing breasts tightly.
"Let go!" Laura squealed, slapping at Sarah's insistent fingers as they groped madly over her bosom. "I want a cock." Her supple legs tensed, then bolted upright, wrenching her naked body free of Sarah's pleading arms. Pete leaned back with surprise as Laura's sweat-streaked buttocks poised inches from his face, offering him a close inspection of every smooth inch of skin.
"His prick is stiff enough," Laura rasped hoarsely, shooting an arm towards Steve. Between his still spread legs rose the angry red organ, thick and pulsating from his observation of their love-making. Laura chanced a meaningful expression on her face and winked, cautioning him to play along with her wishes. Steve grinned and nodded, thrusting his cock upwards in a wanton invitation.
Immediately Sarah realized what she must do. As Laura started to stagger towards Steve's bobbing penis, she reached out and grabbed her ankle, holding tightly as her friend pretended to struggle.
"Let her go!" Pete ordered, knocking her wrist with the rifle barrel. "Let her go fuck him till she drops." Sarah ignored him until a second blow with the rifle sent a spasm of pain through her arms. Freed from Sarah's grip, Laura tottered forward unbalanced and fell to the grass on the metal lid. In an instant she had it in her hand and was shoving herself up, hiding her hands before her with the pretense of playing with her crotch.
"Ooh, I'm all wet and hot," she moaned, glancing towards the tent with Hank inside. The flap was still closed luckily as he sorted through their meager supplies. Behind her, Sarah ignored her throbbing forearm and stood up, blocking Pete's view with her own pale thighs as Laura squatted above Steve, quickly shoving the lid into his hands.
"We'll keep them busy," she said in a hushed voice. "Hurry!"
"Stick your tongue in me," Sarah cooed before the amazed convict, using her thumbs to spread open her cunt. "Lick at my tight little box like your brother did!" Pete snarled and shoved her away.
"Sit down and shut up," he said. "I want to see that nymph ride his cock." Laura was kneeling over Steve's thighs, her hand gripping his cock by the base as she ran it's thick head back and forth along her pussy lips, wetting it to slide in fast and solid. Steve waited until she centered it below her hole, then arched his hips upwards to throw several inches of hot meat into her body.
"Ahhhh," Laura groaned as she sank down onto the remaining length, her back hollowing as she arched rearwards and grabbed at her breasts. The pair immediately began a rapid rhythm that brought cries of encouragement from Pete. He watched as the man's thick pole slid in and out of her steaming cunt, his balls slapping up against the delicious crack of her displayed ass. Beside him Sarah sat smiling, feeling her own pussy twitch with lewd excitement at the rutting couple. She knew that each belly-spearing thrust meant another strand on the rope cut through, another moment closer to their revenge. It will work, she thought. It has to. Secretly she envied Laura's role, riding so expertly on Steve's member as he sawed through his bonds.
"What the fuck's going on!" Hank bellowed, standing unnoticed by the open tent, two filled rucksacks in his hand.
"They wanted to fuck, so I let them fuck," Pete grinned. "What's the difference, anyway?"
"Yeh, they may as well," Hank said as he cooled down and lowered the bags to the earth. "We don't have much time left at that. May as well spend them enjoying themselves, right?"
"Ye-yes," Sarah stammered, sensing the steely coldness in his voice. "I want to get fucked, too."
"Is that a fact?" Hank smiled slyly. He fingered his own limp prick, but exhaustion had taken its toll. From the look on his brother's face he could tell the problem was mutual. He squatted naked by the eager blonde, his cock shriveled up against his cum-caked pubic hair. "Too bad we're all creamed out. And the only stiff prick is in use."
Silently Hank hefted the revolver in his hand and looked hard at Sarah. She sucked in her breath as a momentary stillness settled over the clearing, even Laura's bouncing rump perched on Steve's cock in mid-thrust.
"Let me masturbate, then," she begged, thrusting her dry fingers painfully up her pussy and mercilessly ramming them in and out. "I just want something shoved up inside me when... when it happens." The last words broke in her voice.
"Guess the virgin wants to make up for lost time," Pete laughed. "She's gonna have to hurry 'cause it's pretty boring." He mocked her with a silly grin, his tongue hanging to one side as he mimicked her effort by thrusting his hand between his legs.
"Hmmmm," Hank said, rubbing the back of his hand across his stubbled chin. "You don't care what's up your cunt, then, as long as it's stiff and long?"
"No," she whined, slapping her open palm harder against her reddened outer lips in a last desperate bid for time. "Anything, anything at all as long as I cum!"
"Let's see," Pete said, jerking away her hand and poising the tip of his rifle barrel on her swollen lips. "Fuck that." Obediently, Sarah grasped the cold steel, wincing as she inched her hips forward to slide the frigid metal down her vagina. Groaning with fear and horror, knowing that death might be only a second away, she managed to raise herself up on her hands and feet like an inverted spider, her ass swaying back and forth in the air as she rode the rifle barrel like a long, dead cock.
"Damn, that's something else," Pete grinned, thrusting now with the butt of the weapon until it brought shrieks of pain from the woman's torture-twisted lips.
"Now, Hank?" he asked, turning to look at his brother.
"Got a better idea," Hank answered. "Hey, bitch, look at me!" Sarah turned her head instantly.
"The dog has a cock," he said evenly. "Want to get fucked by a dog?" For a minute Sarah was stunned at even the thought of such a perverted act. Her jiggling breasts paled and broke with a nervous sheen of perspiration as she continued to screw down on the rifle barrel, knowing that a shake of her head would send a heavy lead slug ripping upwards through her body. But a dog? Having an animal mount her like a human. It was the most disgusting thing she could think of! She turned to see Leak sitting quietly, watching them silently. Her eyes fastened on the hairy outer sheath and she imagined how long and hard the scarlet member within must be. But it meant her life. All their lives. If Steve didn't get more time all their efforts were useless.
"Yes," she moaned, trying to pretend that the throes of her new-discovered lust had overwhelmed her entirely. "If that mutt can get it up I'll screw him till he falls off!"
"Looks like you got yourself a little reprieve, then," Hank laughed, laying down his rifle by the camp stool. Laura resumed her desperate thrusts down against Steve's straining body, turning her head away in hopes that by not watching the debasing spectacle, Sarah might feel a little more at ease. She admired her friend's bravery and nerve, agreeing to such a sickening performance in order to save all their lives. Hopefully.
"Okay," Hank said, coming up to Sarah with Leak on the shortened rope. "Let's see a real good show." He patted the Labrador's wide head and handed her the leash, then sat down by his brother, glancing back only once to see Laura and Steve groaning with the intensity of their last sexual act.
Uncertain of what she would have to do, Sarah petted Leak a moment and moved her trembling body closer so that she might drape her arms around his massive chest and breath words of calmness into his flicking ear.
"There, that's a good dog," she crooned, stroking his back lovingly as his bristly hairs poked against her breasts. "C'mon, boy. Lay down, lay down. That's it. Good dog." With gentle, but insistent pressure she managed to make him sprawl out on his side, his curious head pointed away from her own as she lay down beside him, shifting her naked hips to bring the wet crevice of her pussy before his open muzzle.
"Eh, she's gonna do a sixty-nine with the mutt," Pete laughed, scuddling forward on his knees for a closer look. Out of the corner of her tear-filled eyes, Sarah noted that both of them had positioned themselves with their-backs to Steve and Laura.
"That's it, you sick bastards," she smiled to herself with triumph. "Watch me and forget them. I'll put on your depraved show as a last performance for you!"
Sarah began by caressing Leak's sparsely-haired stomach, rubbing it with her small hand lovingly to gain the dog's trust so that when she did engulf his furry sheath with her trembling fingers there was no act of alarm by the creature. She felt the massive member jerk slightly with surprise and a questioning whine came from Leak's uplifted head.
Her stomach rumbled with disgust as several drops of thick white cream emerged from the tip's opening. She continued to stroke her hand up and down his black sheath, increasing her tempo until his scarlet, glistening penis erupted outward like a burst of living fire.
"Look at the dog's hard-on, would you?" Pete tittered, elbowing his awe-struck brother's ribs. "She's gonna go nuts when it's crammed up her cunt, ain't she?"
"Uh, yeh, yeh, sure," Hank mumbled, almost overcome by the sheer depravity of the young, late-virginal woman. He wiped his sweat-covered palms against her bare ass cheeks, feeling his cock tingle with delight as she arched them forward, her pussy almost touching the dog's face. Her bosom bounced lewdly as she jacked off the eager canine, the pert brown nipples now swollen with anticipation of the animalistic orgy to come.
"Start suckin' each other," Pete urged, drawing apart Sarah's lax thighs so that her outer lips splayed invitingly open for Leak's long, pink tongue. She ignored his rough hands holding her legs apart and shimmied forward to make her lips puff open on Leak's cold wet nose. The animal yelped with shock and sniffed several seconds at her pungent aromas.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned as it slithered out and lapped along the length of her cum-smeared crotch, its rough surface like a thousand light kisses on her sensitive, aroused flesh. Leak sensed her response and licked ravenously up and down her odd-tasting skin, so like a she-dog in its eliciting scent; but much stronger! His tongue found the lubricated entrance of her vagina and stabbed forward, drilling several hot inches into her writhing pelvis. A growl arose in his thick throat as the muscles of her channel caught and held his tongue prisoner for a moment, bathing his mouth in more female secretions until he felt his own cock strain out into the open. Sarah's moans of humiliation changed slowly to those of an intense pleasure she never dreamed possible. A cock pummeling up into her soft belly was one thing; hard and hot like an iron poker ripping away all her inhibitions. But this, this long, serpentine tongue slithering back and forth through her flesh was so exquisite, so overwhelming all she could do was thrust more of her cunt in offering towards his bestial mouth.
Several inches of his blood-red penis now jerked and quivered before her lust-clouded eyes, like a beacon pole that drew to it her slack, watering mouth with irresistible force. Questioningly, she glanced through Hank's spread legs, past his semi-rigid cock hanging over his wrinkled, livid sacs to see Laura's body still astride Steve as he mercilessly fucked up into her spread ass-cheeks. There was little doubt that she could resist the awful temptation blossoming like a dark flower in her passion-crazed naked body even if she wanted to.
"Nooooo!" she sighed even as her lips brushed against his hot penis and drank at the musky odor of Leak's underside. Her open mouth moved wetly along it's pulsating length, showering it with fluttering kisses as her tongue encircled its slender girth. A sudden, violent stab of Leak's tongue into her body brought a gasp from her numbed lips, allowing her to draw his tapering cock deep into the warm, fluid recess of her sucking mouth. She washed it with her own hot saliva and swooned as his canine aroma filled her hollowing cheeks.
"Jeez!" Pete swore as Sarah's face contorted around the thick cock thrusting into her face, her eyes closed in ecstasy as she sucked and licked ravenously on the dog's prick. "Sure beats that show in Mexico, huh?"
"Shame we got to waste her," Hank whispered, carefully but still loud enough for Sarah to overhear. "Still, I'd like to give those tight little holes of hers another reaming."
"Christ," Pete said. "After she fucked a dog? That's really sick, man!"
"That mutt ain't gonna stretch it, just deepen it and make her all the more hungry for a fat prick like mine," Hank said. Sarah almost froze as he reached down and squeezed her jiggling breast.
"She'll be worst than a whore, Hank," Pete argued. "Any broad who got crammed by a dog ain't gonna get near a decent cock again."
Sarah almost cried out for them to stop their terrible conversation. It hurt her more painfully than any knife those words, reducing her from even a human status to an animal-loving freak. Could she ever face anyone again after this ordeal? Would even Laura reject her?
"No," she chided herself as her head bobbed up and down on Leak's jutting member. "Don't think about it now. Keep them watching. Life was all that mattered!" Slowly she pressed her lips around his sleek cock and drew her mouth away.
Leak growled menacingly as she closed her legs on his mouth, prodding her triangle of wispy blonde hair with his cold nose to demand more of her seething sex fluids.
"Easy, boy," she said, forcing away the desire to keep his magnificent tongue inside her hotly clenching pussy. "Now we're going to have some real fun." Hank and Pete eagerly helped her roll over on her stomach, sending a thrill through her trembling body as they gripped her slender waist and yanked her buttocks high in the air, spreading her thighs so that all of her crotch was exposed to the growling dog.
"God, is she ever wet!" Hank laughed, drawing his fingertips across her quivering cuntal lips. Sarah moaned and thrust back in readiness, letting her elbows and knees support her swaying body. The men caressed and fondled her jutting buttocks, tearing them apart roughly as Leak nuzzled forward to begin licking even deeper into her wide-spread cunt. She squirmed backwards with a squeal of pleasure as they leaned in close to rub their stiffening cocks against the tender skin of her white thighs.
"This is fantastic!" Pete said, reaching under her heaving belly to twist at her downward hanging breasts. "Let's get that dog dick up inside her!"
"Wait!" Hank cautioned, grabbing Pete's arm as he jerked Leak's thick neck forward. "What about the other two?"
"Who cares? Let them fuck each other silly, man. They ain't going anywhere. Besides, those ropes on him ain't going to be easy to break out of."
"Yeh, I guess you're right, this time," Hank said, looking back once more to see Laura almost flying into the air as she bounced hard on the captive's jerking penis. "C'mon and help me drag the dog over her back." There was little coaxing on their part as Leak sensed what was going to happen and surged forward, heaving his heavy body up onto Sarah's naked body.
Sarah screamed sharply with impatience as Leak thrust forward frantically, his long red cock brushing past her cunt without centering on her hole. Leak growled threateningly above her bare back, his mouth dripping a thick stream of saliva along her spine as he surged back and forth without spearing into her.
"Here, you stupid mutt," Sarah rasped, reaching between her legs to grasp his slick cock. "Here! Now fuck, dammit!" A cry of passion exploded from her heaving chest as Leak rammed his cock into her with the full weight of his body, levering forward until she almost toppled to the ground under the bestial intensity of his sexual assault.
"Ayeiiii!" she screamed, feeling his hot, tapering meat drill deep inside her until she swore its taste again filled her mouth. "Oh, God! The monster will rip me open!" She tried to dislodge the dog's cock by twisting under his body, but the men angrily grabbed her flanks and held them steady as Leak began fucking rapidly in and out of her pain-deadened cunt. Desperately, she tried to widen her pussy still more, rolling her hips in small lewd circles as he ground down on her to relieve some of the horrendous pressure inside her.
"Fuck back harder, you sorry bitch!" Hank thundered in her ears. "He ain't all the way in yet."
"What?" Sarah cried. "No, please. No more! Not yet!" He raised a hand to slap her turned, mascara streaked cheek then stopped as Leak rumbled wolfishly, baring his teeth in the protection of his mate.
Beneath his churning body, Sarah whimpered with relief as she was spared the extra agony of being beaten. She tried to turn and see if Laura and Steve were still fucking together, but stopped when Leak's paws bit deep into her stretched sides, leaving claw marks that reddened deeply as she watched.
"Oh, ooohh!" she groaned as he humped further along her back, his silky hair like a warm caress across her buttocks. With a shock she realized that his dangling balls were now slapping stickily at her crotch as he pummeled her spasming body with hard, jolting thrusts of his cock.
"Fuck me! Fuck me, you beautiful dog," she whimpered, screwing her ass backwards to flatten her sore cheeks onto his ramming pelvis. "More! More!" Dimly she saw what a lewd, provocative sight she must appear to the two gaping, slack-jawed men as she was buffeted like a rag doll under the dog. Naked, covered with sweat, she cowered beneath the beast and threw her butt upwards to suck his hard cock further into her tight, steaming pussy. Ah that mattered now was being shoved full of his animal cock until it burst and spilled his white seed into her womb.
"I'm cummingggg!" Laura's passion-crazed cries stole the attention for the slightest moment as they all turned to watch the black-haired woman shudder with her release, her arms high in the air as she pressed her spread crotch down hard on Steve's erupting cock, her full buttocks hollowing as her pelvic muscles sucked the sperm up from his balls.
"Get over here," Hank yelled at her. Laura turned dumbly and gasped at the perverted sight. The man sat hunched over Laura's luscious body as the dog rocked it back and forth with long, swift strokes of its scarlet penis. But the look on her friend's face as she writhed her naked ass back for more of Leak's cock told Laura that it couldn't be painful anymore. Sarah's glazed eyes rolled in ecstasy as her mouth hung open, exposing her delicate pink tongue as limp and swollen as the longer tongue drooling from the dog's jaws.
Unquestioningly, Laura rose from Steve's deflating cock, mindless of the thick rivulet of cum draining from her crotch as she walked towards the strange group.
"Here," Hank ordered, rolling onto his back so his now stiff prick stuck upwards. He grabbed it by the thick base and waved at Laura. "Squat down on me, whore and let's fuck." Obediently, Laura lowered her body until her wet crotch hung inches from his purple cock. She looked once to Sarah and nodded, smiling when her friend grinned back and humped back harder against the dog.
"Pete," Sarah called breathlessly. "Let me suck that fat prick of yours some more."
Following Laura's example, Sarah shifted her body so that Pete's view of anything but her own swaying breasts and shining face was blotted out. Hank was already inside her friend, his hips jerking upward in fast, penetrating strokes to match the rhythm of Leak's incessant pumping against Sarah's bruised ass.
"Everyone fuck!" he laughed wildly, gripping Laura's bobbing breasts until she winced with pain. She leaned forward against him, spreading her thighs to take all of his pounding cock as his lips sucked hungrily on the swollen nipples of her cupped breasts.
"And suck!" Pete echoed, grabbing Sarah's head between his hands and forcing her mouth to his erection. Her hot lips closed like a warm cunt over his throbbing cock, sucking it deep until he felt his bloated knob strike the back of her throat. Wantonly, she mewled and slavered her tongue around his penis, teasing his organ to send out its boiling sperm to fill her dog pierced belly.
"Lean back!" she urged, bumping her head onto his stomach as he knelt before her, watching the slobbering dog drool onto her naked body. "Lay back so I can get all of your delicious cock inside me." Without protest he flopped back and closed his eyes as she slipped her mouth from his pulsating member and drew the warm sacs of his testicles into her wet mouth, rolling them around like pieces of candy until he almost exploded right there. But before he came, she slurped one last time at his balls and began to hungrily suck his cock once again with a renewed frenzy telling of her own approaching orgasm.
Pete lay in a near mesmerized state as Sarah's mouth clasped like a second cunt around his throbbing cock, almost forcing his churning sperm up prematurely as she slavered whorishly at the thick vein on the shaft's underside with her hot little tongue. "Harder! Suck me harder!" he cried out, his fists balled and striking the ground in time with her hollowing cheeks as he fought to prolong the exquisite sensation.
Hank glanced from the corner of his eyes to see what was causing his brother to whimper like a child. The little blonde's face was red and twisted crazily as she drew all of his brother's fat prick into her mouth with each crazy bob of her head, burying her pert nose into his dank brown pubic hair. Her blue eyes bulged outward as the two cocks running through her flesh met with each timed thrust; screwing through her fluid-rich pussy and down to the back of her lovely, white throat. Above her bucking naked body the Labrador whined shrilly, jerking the red ramrod savagely into her gaping hole, now gushing with their hot secretions. Her thighs were lined with hard, long muscles now; no longer soft and supple as they strained to take every inch of the beast's organ inside of her.
"Oh, oooohhhh! I'm cummmming, you sweet dog." Sarah slammed her body onto Leak's bloated cock, crying openly with hot floods of salty tears as she felt his molten animal seed splash against the walls of her womb, drenching her forever with its perverse carnality. His cum ran like an undammed river up into her belly, triggering her own violent release.
Between the hot flashes that wracked her twitching body, bowed in total obedience to the sexual cravings of the cumming dog, Sarah realized that Pete's blood-engorged prick was still sliding back and forth between her swollen lips. Suddenly, Steve's image came to mind, but she dared not turn and allow the convict a free view of the prisoner. Soulful moans broke over his saliva-slick prick as she felt Leak's weapon jerk one last time inside her to send a final spurt of cum into her already over-flowing pussy. Her own clasping cunt muscles demanded more of the withering rod as they bathed it in her own sex fluids, forcing a foamy eruption at her stretched lips still splayed wide around the base of his cock. She felt the warm fluid puddle around her knees like a depraved trophy to her own wanton victory.
"Sarah, stay down!" Laura shouted, clearing her mind instantly as she plunged her mouth against Pete's writhing groin, feeling his balls tighten against her delicate chin. A rifle shot told her that Steve had finally cut through his cruel bonds. Pete's cock exploded into her mouth, sending his last burst of sperm down her voracious throat as she sucked instinctively on the slackening member. She looked up and shrieked with horror at the bloody puddle on the convict's chest, his cock slipping from her open lips as he collapsed backwards in death.
"You son of a bitch," Hank screamed, his body pinned beneath Laura's warm mass of flesh for a moment until he could knock her aside. She lay grinning like a tigress on the ground, her body flushed with excitement as Steve strode naked across the clearing, a rifle held steady in his hands.
"Get up!" Steve yelled, thrusting the barrel towards Hank. He fired a shot between the convict's spread legs, sending a shower of hard dirt up into the man's groin. "Up!"
"Wait! Don't, please don't," Hank begged, rising to one knee. His stiff cock stuck out from his groin as he stood fully erect, watched by both of his female victims as they crouched on either side.
Sarah eased out from Leak's exhausted carcass, grinning with open pleasure as their mingled cum ran down her ivory thighs. She looked at Laura and was glad to see her smiling back, showing a friendship that nothing could ever break.
"Girls?" Steve asked, "you alright?" The women looked at each other dumbly, then suddenly burst out laughing, rolling onto their backs helplessly as Steve watched in amazement. Laura crawled around Hank's trembling legs and gathered Sarah's mirth-rocked body into her arms, holding her tightly as she stroked the blonde's sperm-drenched pussy.
"Alright?" Laura said. "Every hole in my body aches."
"Is that all?" Sarah giggled, her mind reeling as she felt life pound back into her body from Laura's warm flesh. "After Leak's cock I don't know how a man will ever be able to satisfy me again!" Laura leaned over and patted the dog's crotch as he lay behind them.
"That looked wonderful," she breathed hoarsely, caught up in the fires of sexual excitement still flickering in Sarah's dancing eyes.
"What about him?" Steve asked, jerking the barrel towards Hank. Laura reached and encircled the scared man's erection with one hand. With all the force in her sex-spent body she jerked it downward, pulling Hank onto the ground with a yelp of pain as his cock was bent almost in half. She let go and let him cup his agonized penis with his shaking hands.
"Kill him!" both women shouted in unison, drawing back as Steve let loose a second shot from the 30-30 that bowled Hank over in a death tumble. They looked at his twitching ass cheeks a second before turning to Steve, both delighted to find his beautiful cock once more hard and thick.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Frank set the survey copter down at the far edge of the clearing, throttling the engine back as the solid jolt of the precision landing shook him through his canvas and tubing seat. With a sigh of relief he popped open the transparent door and let the cool, moist breeze of the forest fill the cockpit, shivering as it blew across his sweat-dampened shirt. The trip in had been the usual hot, boring routine and he looked forward to companions on the return trip, especially this survey group.
"Little early this time, aren't you?" Steve shouted over the din of the dying motors as he looked up from his shoveling. Frank shrugged and waved back.
"Good winds," he shouted back. "Take your time, buddy!" He walked to the shadow of the forest and sat down, popping out a cigarette from his breast pocket as he settled down for a brief rest.
The women were bent over the collapsed nylon tents, rolling them into tight, space-saving bundles for the trip home and chatting gaily. Frank nodded as the young blonde turned and smiled at him. He watched her luscious buttocks press against the tight confines of her cut-off jeans as she struggled with the tent.
"Nice looking woman," he said to himself, wondering why she had seemed so cold and aloof on the trip in. "Oh, well. After three days out here she might be interested in going into town for dinner and a movie maybe." He filed the idea away and leaned back against the tree as they finished, closing his eyes against the glare of the sun.
"Dammit, Leak," he burst out as he felt the dog nuzzle his chin. The Labrador stepped back and wagged his tail.
"Aw, don't shout at the poor baby," the blonde laughed, running lightly over to him. "He's just being friendly." She leaned over to stroke Leak's muzzle and Frank felt his groin twitch as her full, white breasts threatened to spill from her brief lime-green halter.
"Sarah, wasn't it?" he asked, smiling as she nodded and knelt a moment before him. "Have a good time out here?"
"Oh, you know how it is," she smiled, her eyes shining up into his own. "Count the tree species, count the bugs and pray to God the pilot's on time."
"You people about ready to go?" he asked, suddenly embarrassed to find himself peering down at her cleaved bosom. Sarah looked down at her breasts a second, then back at him with a smile.
"Just about," she said. "Doing anything tonight?"
"What?" Frank stammered.
"Doing anything?" Sarah repeated, proud of her new-found ability to speak out her mind. "How about taking a lady out for a bite?"
"Sure," Frank said. "I was just about to ask myself."
"Really? I like a man who's shy. Hey, I've got to give them a hand so we'll talk some more on the way back, okay?" Frank nodded and stared stupefied as she rose and dashed back, her pert bottom wiggling provocatively as she ran to whisper something to Laura.
The girls coaxed Leak into the traveling cage on the side of the copter as the men finished tying down the last of the equipment in the cramped storage compartment.
"All set?" Frank asked, making a final check on the dog's cage. "Good, well hop in then." The girls squeezed into the small passenger space at the rear of the cockpit, drawing their bare legs up around the front seat as the men climbed in and strapped themselves down. Frank turned and winked at Sarah, almost dropping his keys when he saw her tight shorts pulled tightly across the crevice of her cunt, little wisps of blonde pubic hair peeking from the edges of the white fabric. For a brief moment, he wondered about the darkening bruises on her inner thighs, then grinned to himself as he recalled some of the tales that the men told when they came back from mixed-survey groups.
The helicopter rose smoothly upwards with a roar of its engines and Frank made one pass over their brief home before pointing the nose towards the distant hills and civilization.
"You know you people really do a fine job out here," he said. "Look at that down there. Some hunters I drop off leave their camp looking a pig sty. I got to threaten to strand them there before they clean the filth up. Never had to do that with your organization though. See." He pointed towards the miniaturized campsite. "Fire's ah covered with sod. No empty cans lying about. Even two neat garbage pits, no, one's probably a latrine. Right?"
"Right!" Sarah replied. "Garbage and crap is the only thing left behind." She laughed oddly and looked at her companions.
"And ah my inhibitions," she added in a silent thought.
