In our complex modern world, there have been many subjects which commanded the public attention. One of these is Sexual Freedom. Following Dr. Albert Ellis, Sexual Freedom may be defined as people doing whatever they wish to together of a sexual nature, as long as it is with the full consent of all participants. That is, Sexual Freedom is the right to say Yes to anything sexual-but it is also the right to say No. Without the right to say No-the right to choose-there is no freedom. Where the use of force is involved, there can be no freedom.
The novel set forth in the following pages portrays just such an example. An innocent young girl is kidnapped and forcibly held for the sexual use-and abuse-by a group of young hoodlums. She has no choice but to submit-to submit willingly or protestingly-but she must submit.
On the other hand, the author has also considered the subject of the sexual awakening, the sexual education of a young girl. The heroine is vaguely aware of her sexual needs, but they frighten her, and she attempts to repress them. But to be human, is to be animal, and sexual needs must be satisfied just as surely as hunger for nourishment must be alleviated. The young heroine of this novel resists her natural desires, but ultimately she must capitulate to them.
We, the publishers, are proud to present this hard-hitting novel depicting one important aspect of our complex modern society, and we are certain that the mature adult reader will welcome this book as a noteworthy addition to his library of educational and entertaining books concerning serious aspects of our contemporary mores.
CHAPTER TWO
It was late that evening when a starlight black sports car drove quickly up into a long curved gravel driveway and came to a brisk stop in front of the darkened two-story Spanish-type house. The young driver reached over and pulled his equally young companion close to him and locked his lips tightly to hers. For a few moments the silence was still; then the sound of labored breathing followed by a small, abrupt little cry.
"David! Darling, please don't."
She struggled a moment with his hand, pulling it with hesitant force from beneath the top of her thin, white formal. He resisted. "For God's sake, Lisa," he whispered, we're engaged now. At least you could let me touch you."
"Oh, darling, I know, I know," she moaned against him. "I want you to touch me. As much as you want to-but we just can't. Not until we're married."
"You know as well as I do that's several years from now," the young man sighed. "I-I just don't think it's fair to ask any man to wait that long." He began to apply new pressure against the silken-haired girl's resistance.
"Baby, we've just got to wait," she pleaded, go by so fast we won't even know it. Especially with you away at school and with me working and all. And we'll enjoy it that much more for having waited. You know we will."
She dropped her head to his shoulder and began to sob gently. Lisa knew her objections sounded childish to David, but in spite of even her own temptations that were growing more and more intense each time he touched her, she could not bring herself to let him go too far. She pictured all too clearly the promises she'd made to her father while he was on his death bed. She'd vowed to remain a good girl, until she was married, and then that wasn't being bad. She had to keep her word, especially since the old man had died without anyone other than Lisa on hand to comfort him. It was the least she could do, and however hard it was to keep such a promise, however difficult it might be to explain to David, he would just have to understand. She was certain he was going to think she didn't care for him really, but that just wasn't the case at all.
David sat still for a moment beside her, his arm hanging limply around her shoulders and then slowly began to stroke her blonde hair with comforting caresses.
"All right, darling. I-I'll try to hold myself back." He winced as he said these words, but they were spoken sincerely nonetheless. He knew it would be a trying experience to have to wait so long for something he'd wanted so badly for nearly forever.
"Oh, David, I promise when we're married, I'll make it all up to you. Every moment," she cried with frustration into his shoulder. It was a sacrifice for both of them and she did not want to chance losing David.
"Hey, wait a minute," he kidded her gently, regaining his composure. "I have a right to keep on trying. Particularly when the girl just happens to be the one he's going to be married to later on."
"Oh you," she said simply, raising her head and nervously laughing, wiping her eyes with her handkerchief. "I'd better get in the house before Mother wakes up. She just might have a few harsh words for the both of us."
"I imagine she's oblivious to the world," he laughed. "I saw Dad and Mr. Pryden helping her out to the car about an hour ago back at the club. None of them were in very good shape at all."
"Well," Lisa retorted with an impish grin, "your mother wasn't exactly a picture of angelic innocence. As I recall, they had to send her home about ten o'clock. She could barely even walk!"
"Hah! You're right," he had to admit it. "These club parties are all alike, just one big contest to see who can make the biggest fool of themselves. Sometimes it makes me sick to see everyone stumbling round like that, pretending and carrying on as if they knew what they were doing when really it's just something they do because they're so bored with themselves. You'd think they'd know better. Hah! We're the children, eh? Isn't that a laugh?"
"I know," Lisa's brow suddenly wrinkled and a serious tone came to her voice. "Mom seems to have changed that way, too. I've never seen her this bad before in my life. It's as if Dad's death just took everything away from her, like she never did anything else except with him."
"She's still in a state of shock," David consoled, holding her hand softly. "She'll be alright eventually. Just give her a little time."
"I hope so, she's changed so much, ever since Dad's death and the will came out. I think it hurt her more than he realized it would."
"Now listen, honey, you just stop worrying about your mother. You can't let this kind of thing turn your life around and make you feel miserable all the time. It's just no good that way. And I know for a fact that your father wouldn't have wanted you to be moping around all the time, either. If your dad thought he could trust your mother with the money, he'd have given it to her instead of putting it in trust to you. Besides, she's got a good income guaranteed for life. What more could she want?"
"I don't know," Lisa moaned. "But it seems like she hates me sometimes now, and before it wasn't that way ever. I think she blames me for Greg running away."
"Oh, Lisa," he admonished her, "don't be silly. She's jealous. It's so obvious to anyone who's on the outside. She's angry that your father thought you were the best. And she's right. You were his favorite. And it she'd spent a little less time pampering Greg, well, maybe your father could have respected them as much as he did you."
"David," Lisa protested, "stop it! what right do you have to sit there and criticize my family. It's not right for you to carry on that way at all."
"Well, damn it," he shouted at her, "it's the truth. And they're going to be my family too, someday, remember Lisa?" He was angry and it showed.
"Well, I don't know about that," she said sternly squeezing the handle at her side of the car and pushing open the door. In a huff she started from the car.
"Oh, Lisa, I'm sorry," he apologized softly. "It's not like you could ever leave me just like that. I wouldn't let you. And besides, you're right, it's your family and I'm just so much in love with you that I hate to see you hurt in any way. It must be a big strain for you to have to listen to your own mother bad-mouthing you and carrying on like that."
"I don't care," she sobbed back at him. "That still gives you no right to run down my mother and Greg that way. They're all I've got left and they are my family."
"Stop being ridiculous," he snapped. "I know they're your family but that doesn't mean you have to suffer over them like this. They have no right to make you suffer."
"We, ah, better talk about this some other time," she said, holding back a waiting rush of tears which she knew were about to pour out of her like a flood. "I don't even like to be around you, David when you start talking like this. It's like you're a different person all together. It's not right. I don't want to hear another word about it."
She stepped back and slammed the car door shut, her heart beating wildly in hurt and anger. She turned and started up the steps without looking back and heard the angry screech and roll of the tires on the gravel driveway as David gunned the car out the gate. She slumped against the door for a moment, then slowly opened it and entered.
She wished she could make David understand, about her mother, about Greg, and about how they were her family, but it all seemed so hopeless. He never gave her a chance to explain it right, to let her get her true feelings across. Sometimes she doubted that he really and truly loved her. Oh, yes, for sure he liked her very much, but did he really understand what love was all about? Did he understand that it included helping her and that it involved more than "making out" in the front seat of his fancy sports car. Did he understand that loving her meant being patient?
Lisa tiptoed through the foyer toward her bedroom. She didn't want to waken her mother and have to go through any kind of question-and-answer period. It was always the same sort of grilling. Her mother just couldn't understand. She'd become blunt, always wanting to know what went on with David and her out in the car, prying and probing, slowly but surely getting the information she wanted to hear so that she could be accusative for her own reasons. It had nothing to do with the ordinary love of mother for daughter. Of course, Lisa knew that a great deal of her mother's hostility had to do with her Father's death, and she tried to understand it all in that light. Anyhow, she would be quiet while dressing for bed so as not to disturb her. Afterwards, she'd go quietly to the kitchen for her glass of milk and get to bed without making a sound.
She opened the swinging door to the kitchen and quietly slipped inside. The light was still on and several half-filled bottles of liquor were open on the counter next to the sink. Someone had obviously been having a party. No doubt, David's father and Mr. Dryden had come inside and had a few drinks when they brought her mother home.
My God, she found herself thinking, how on earth could they take anymore liquor after the way they'd been putting it down at the club. Just to see her mother drinking there, putting one drink away after another, had been an embarrassment. And to see her mother dancing with every man who asked her, taking turns, had been no easy sight either. It looked as if she were trying to have sex with them right there on the dance floor. She'd said something to David about that, but he'd laughed it off as just one of the standard country club excesses, one of those things that prominent people do when they realize how boring their lives are. Hearing this from her fiance hadn't helped all that much, but it was another perspective.
She started to open the refrigerator to get the milk, changed her mind and turned back to the half-empty bottles on the counter. She still felt a little tipsy from the small amount of liquor David had slipped in their cokes while they were at the club. She was in a foul mood, what with thinking about her mother and with the fight she'd had with David, and maybe another little taste of the harsh brown liquid would make it easier to get to sleep.
Things had been getting to her, and it had been happening somewhat faster than she'd imagined. She could hardly stand it anymore, and one little drink without anyone knowing could hardly be held against her.
She took a glass from the shelf and poured herself a small amount, thought again, and then poured the glass half-full. Might as well really get some sleep, she thought to herself as she drained down half the glass in a quick, gulping motion. Instantly, she could feel the warm liquid heating her throat and relaxing her almost before it hit bottom. She liked knowing that in a very few minutes she'd be as relaxed as could be, that she'd be sleeping soundly and comfortably far from the world of realities which were pressing in on her with a steely, vise-like pressure. She'd been afraid of the thoughts she'd have to think without the liquor, but now that was all over. She could put it all off until tomorrow. Now she could sleep and forget.
She carried the drink in her hand and began the slow, quiet climb back up the steps leading to the second floor. She held her breath and reached the top, noticing for the first time that there was light coming from under her mother's door. Why hadn't she noticed it before? Was the door closed earlier? Oh, God, she thought, she's awake and waiting up and it's going to be trouble. It's going to be trouble for sure... She took a few guarded steps in the direction of her room and placed the drink she was carrying behind the ornate, Louis XIV clock. If her mother came out she wouldn't be able to see it in the semi-darkness of the hallway.
She straightened herself up bravely and took on the challenge of having to say hello to her mother. After all, if the older woman had waited up this long, there was no sense in... Wait, she thought, the door was closed before, but had the light been on? Lisa stood in front of the door and raised her small fist to knock when she remembered she had not checked her mother's window when she and David had returned. Damn, she thought, the liquor in that Coke! David is going to get me in trouble yet.
There was a muffled sigh from the other side of the door. Lisa reached for the handle in the darkness, thinking her Mother was probably hung-over, again, from too much booze.
There was a cruel male laugh! Lisa froze!
Oh my God! What was going on?! Lisa wanted to know. Who was in there with her mother and what was being done to her? It sounded as if he were hurting her.
Another groan emanated from the bedroom door, this one a little longer, a little higher in pitch, a combination of agony and a squeal, as though Lisa's mother was pleading for something or someone, as though she were begging for something against all odds of getting it. The groan was then followed by harsh slapping sounds. She wondered who was in there with her mother and why were they slapping her around?
She dropped her hand from the door handle and backed away, horrified and holding her breath, moving as softly as she possibly could. Whatever was going on in there, she knew that there was only one way to deal with it. If she could only get to a phone and call the police. What difference would it make to her if she found out that it was her mother's way of having a good time? What difference did it make if it was all in good fun? At least this way she'd be safe, in the event that there was something dangerous going on.
She stepped back a few paces in the darkness, being especially careful not to trip, and then turned to work her way down the stairs. There was a phone in the hall at the foot of the stairs. If she could make it to there, make that one call, she could talk in a whisper and whoever it was that was beating her mother could not hear it. It was then that the pleading voice spoke again.
"Oh, God! Ye-esss! Yes! Do it to me like that!"
Lisa was almost ready to begin her descent down the stairs, to continue to the phone, when the noises suddenly grew louder. There was a second male voice that she could not make out too distinctly, but it was unmistakably egging someone on to do something to her mother.
Lisa's mother's voice was muffled and sobbing but she was not doing anything clearly against her will. She was asking for it, in fact pleading and begging for more. Lisa stood breathlessly on the landing, trying to make up her mind what to do. She decided that she couldn't call the police or anyone else unless she was certain of who was upstairs and what was going on in there.
She had to find out exactly what was happening. And there was only one way to do that!
She took a long deep breath, and began slowly but surely working her way silently back toward the door. She knew it by heart now, this pathway, from all the times she'd slipped from her own bedroom as a child to that of her parents when she'd been frightened by a bad dream or strange noises in the house. She could picture, even after so many years, the exact amount of pressure to apply to the door handle to turn it without making the slightest sound. It all came back to her as she reached forward through the darkness and pressed her hand to the handle. Her whole body tensed as it turned slightly, and she felt it begin to give against the pressure.
But there was a slight squeak!
Her heart stopped and when it began again it was racing and sounded to her like thunder! She dared not to breathe. Whoever was in there must have heard it; it had been so incredibly loud on the outside.
But no, there were still the strange noises coming through the thick wooden door, their intensity increasing with each passing moment. The door gave a little against her gentle pressure and the noises through the opening became more clear to her tensed, heightened senses.
Now she could more clearly discern the sounds of heavy breathing and the staccato sounds of squeaking bedsprings punctuated by animal-like grunts and moans of pain and pleasure. A thick crack of light rushed into the hallway as she inched the door open. Her eyes quickly adjusted to the intensity of the light which streamed into her face, and the easy chair in the corner of the bedroom came into focus.
She paled again and sucked her in breath in horror. It was Mr. Dryden and he was sitting back in the chair completely naked and holding his hard rigid penis tightly between both of his hands. His eyes were glazed and staring straight ahead as he stroked the long hard instrument of his manliness up and down in lewd rhythmic time to the now wet sucking noises she could hear coming from the bed across the room.
Lisa could not see what was making the sounds as she was afraid to open the door much further. Mr. Dryden was so close to her that she was afraid to even breathe for fear he might hear her. Frozen and terrified, her eyes glazed with fear at the sight of what she'd thus far been able to see, she watched in horrified fascination as his fingers skinned the thick foreskin of his uncircumcised penis rapidly up and down the full length of his bloated cock, the huge bulbous head bursting evilly into view like a giant monster crawling from a secret stony lair with each hard downstroke he made with his hand.
Lisa was close enough that she could see that the cock was wet on the top with a white, sticky bead of lubricating fluid. Dry den's breathing was thick and heavy and she could see thin trails of saliva running down his lips as he kept his eyes glued tightly to the bed just in front of him, just out of Lisa's view.
That thick, hardened penis frightened her as she had never seen one erect before. It looked like the most monstrous thing in the world to her. She could not imagine ever having something like that inside her, grinding between her legs, penetrating her hole and climbing up into her belly. It just wouldn't be possible for any woman to take that. It would kill her.
In fear, Lisa held the door knob tighter. Mr. Dryden rose from the chair and started toward the door. A shocking thought dawned on Lisa: he was coming toward her. She had no time to run in the darkness, and he would most likely find her. Her mother would never forgive her if she knew she were spying this way, but she just had to find out what was going on. She breathed a guarded sigh of relief as she watched him walk toward the other side of the room which was out of her vision from the slight crack in the door. He was going toward the bed where the noises were still increasing in tempo, and Lisa pressed the door, open a crack more to follow him across the room. As she pushed against the door, the bed came into view by tiny degrees, and the fear of what she was going to see made her chest go tight with constriction as though it were wrapped in thick steel bands. Her whole body was violently shaking, but suddenly it stilled.
A cold electric chill ran fuzzily up the full length of her spine. There, before her very eyes, Lisa saw her mother on the bed, locked in a lewd embrace of intercourse with Mr. Curland, Davids father! She couldn't believe her eyes. Her fiance's father and her own mother, having intercourse, before her very eyes... and in the presence of another man who was masturbating himself right along with them. It was enough to make her ill and crazy and fearful of what she might find out next about these people whom she'd known so well, so long.
Lisa felt the blood draining from her head, and she fought to retain what little of her balance she still had in order to keep from falling backwards. She was certain that she was going to faint from the sudden shock of the incredible sight which was going on before her very eyes. It was just too much to believe all in one stroke. There on her own dead father's bed was another man violently making love to her mother while at the same time another man stood above them stroking his ugly, dirty prick above their thrashing bodies. He was eagerly urging David's father to hurry up and finish.
"Come on, man, damn it! Don't you know I want some of that, too?!"
Lisa's mind was in a daze. They were actually taking turns on her mother! Like a female cat in heat, they were the Tom cats, lined up and ready to get the hot pussy which knew no fidelities. Lisa wanted to go rushing headlong into the bedroom to tear the men away from her mother's lewdly posed naked body. From deep down inside something was building up in her, something over which she hoped she could keep control. It was the beginning of a scream building in her throat, and she wanted to hit and scratch at the men who were violating her mother until she drove them away forever. She tried to blot the horrible scene from her eyes, but she could not.
She was frozen to the door, unable to move and watched in detached revulsion the ravishment of her mother's drunken and more than willing body on the swaying, squeaking bed across the room. The foot of the bed was pointed at the door so that she could even see David's father's thick, hard penis disappearing and reappearing with each cruel thrust and withdrawal that he made in her cunt. Her legs were splayed wide on either side of his pumping body and periodically would kick high in the air, then fold around his driving, flexed buttocks, her ankles locking tightly behind his muscular, hairy thighs, pulling him into her with all her strength. The older woman's buttocks ground faster now, and the groans and mewls of pleasure were becoming more desperate, as the glazed, almost uncomprehending eyes of her daughter remained hypnotically glued on the lewd, obscene coupling taking place on the bed. Her wild, demonic upward thrusts were met with equal fury by the man's slapping pelvis, which was smacking hard down into her, driving her back down into the mattress with each mighty surge. The loud slap of flesh against flesh resounded like applause throughout the room. To Lisa's distorted senses, it sounded like the clap of thunder booming in her ears as she watched her mother's legs curl and uncurl in a wild, final desperation around the driving hips that flattened her buttocks down hard into the bed with each long powerful stroke.
Lisa held her breath for the hundredth time since she'd climbed the stairs as she watched her mother's long splayed thighs spread and squeeze to match the cadence of the hammering phallic which worked continuously between the spread lips of her wet glistening cunt. Lisa's mother was being fucked viciously and heartily. Both she and Mr. Curland were panting wildly, huffing and puffing for breath, and she could see small rivulets and hollowing buttocks as he worked frenziedly on top of her twisting body.
And then, suddenly, almost like a light switch getting turned off, it was over.
She could hear a low, earthy gurgle coming from her mother's throat as her buttocks slowed their wild scramble for completion and began small, spasmodically quick jerks up tight against the penis which was sunk deep in her comely belly. At the same time, the man groaned with animal intensity above her and ground hard down inside her vagina, his thick fleshy rod beginning to throb its white milky sperm deep down into her quivering belly. The rich creamy fluid filled her completely, gushing and cascading out around the pink moist lips of her puckered, tired cunt. To Lisa's horror, she could see clearly a tiny white stream of it running down the wide split of her mother's buttocks and down onto the mattress below. The couple jerked against each other for a moment longer, and then lay still.
Dryden, standing above them, continued stroking his prick over their moist, perspiring bodies until he could no longer stand the sense of anticipation. He grasped David's father by the shoulder and pulled back hard, very nearly jerking him bodily from off the top of the spreadeagled woman. "Get out of the way," Dryden shouted at the other man, pushing him from the bed.
Lisa watched in stark terror, her eyes wide-open and fearful as Mr. Curland's half-deflated penis withdrew with a wet sucking noise from her mother's wide-open crotch. His sweating, spent body was replaced by Mr. Dryden's who, without hesitation, squirmed and wormed and wiggled his way upwards against her moistly damp flesh until his cock touched heartily and speared against the moist, pink lips of her vagina. Then he plunged, having located the flesh hanger, forward, filling it with his rock-hard driving cock, moving deeply down into her wetly open pussy and immediately began fucking into her with long hard strokes. His gleaming wet instrument, fat with fresh, hot blood, could be seen clearly sliding in and out of her mother's ragged pink cunt like a well-oiled piston, his bloated balls smacking rhythmically into the moist crevice of her wide-spread buttocks below.
She waited for her to scream in protest, to utter some word of defense in her own behalf, to say something to indicate that she knew they were ravishing her crotch in the most wanton and depraved manner conceivable, and yet there was nothing, no word of protest, no sign at all that the horribly obscene rape was objectionable in any way. Lisa wanted to scream for her.
The older woman's legs quivered straight into the air again, and then wrapped, snake-like, around his waist. Her hands sliding down his gleaming torso, the fingers squeezing lightly now and again like the sensuous tentacles of an octopus, and came to rest, finally, on his white hollowing buttocks. The fingers spread, whitened from pressure, then pulled him gluttonously into her, heaving him upwards, working him as far up into her belly. Her cunt flowered open in welcome acceptance, taking all it could, like a huge ravenous mouth devouring him, stroke by stroke, until there was only the hearty root of his turgid cock, and even that was flush with the lips of her wetly squeezing vaginal lips. Small piteous pleas of passionate supplication began to roll from the woman's lips. They were lewd and horrible supplications, words that Lisa had seldom heard except in whispers and sotto voce from the more daring girls at school.
For a moment longer she stood at her mother's bedroom doorway trying to understand the depravity to which she'd become a firsthand witness, listening in abject horror to the small, mewling cries of her mother as she rolled and rocked beneath Mr. Dryden's like a common whore off the streets.
Suddenly, Lisa could stand it no longer.
She turned and stumbled blindly toward the steps leading downwards to the first floor of the house. Tears of abject hurt and humiliation rolled silently down her cheeks, smearing the light coat of burnished rouge she had put on earlier that evening to accentuate her passing to womanhood with her engagement to David. She was totally lost and didn't bother to close the front door behind her as she left the house.
CHAPTER THREE
Just now, at this particular moment, she was nearly glad that her father wasn't alive because it may have been going on even before he died. She could remember things that had seemed so insignificant during his long illness and now they became terribly important. Her mother often stayed out late blaming it on charitable work she was involved in, or on a broken-down tire which had given way and had delayed her because of the slow-moving auto club. But now, these thing seemed like flimsy excuses for something much, much different than charity. Well, thought Lisa bitterly, she's certainly practising charity now. And a lot of it.
She walked to the end of the block and for no particular reason turned toward the park. There were too many things for Lisa to think about to consider the chill on her young shoulders. Her tortured mind just couldn't absorb all of them at one time. Some of the things would just have to wait until she could get away and do some thinking under less trying circumstances. How could she ever face David again? Marry him? It would be impossible now that she'd seen his father taking turns with another man ravishing her own mother. Why, it was very nearly incestuous! The horrible thought brought tears streaming down her cheeks. What could she do? Where would she go? She only had about eighty dollars from graduation presents and there really wasn't much else. The money her father left was in trust, and that was impossible to get to, until she turned twenty-one. It was out of the question to consider borrowing any money. Everyone she knew that had enough money to lend would question her about why she needed it, what for, and then her plan to leave would be out in the open. Because of her social position in the community, she had to protect herself.
Gregg!
The idea dawned on her like a new day. She knew her brother would take care of her if she could just make it to Santa Monica where he was living. He didn't have a lot of money himself-that much was for sure. But of course he would help and she could stay with him just long enough to get on her feet. Then, with a job, with a little more cash on hand, she could make plans. She could start her own life and live in her own way, away from all of the misery which she'd come to know so suddenly.
Certainly Gregg would care for her! From time to time she'd been the one to send him money. Now, he would be happy to return the favor, to help out in the same way. All of a sudden, she felt much better. She had someplace to go, someone she could trust and rely on.
"Ride, Baby?" A coarse voice suddenly broke through the darkness.
Lisa turned around to suddenly find herself staring into the shadowed face of a man speaking to her from the open window of a car. The headlamps were out, and it had coasted to a silent halt next to her.
"Hey, baby, you look a little lonely... all by yourself out here in the park... " The voice was sinister and secretive.
Lisa noticed in sudden panic that she had walked deep into the park. Summoning all of her will power, the young girl casually turned and walked back toward the park entrance, staying close to the curb and street lights. There was nothing she could do but walk: no one to turn to; no help anywhere in sight in the event she should need it.
Lisa continued to walk in silence. Suddenly she heard the shift of gears as the car pulled up alongside her and tracked with her. It was then that out of the corner of her eye she saw the others in the car. It looked as if there were four of them, two in the front seat and two in the back.
She quickened her pace slightly, trying not to go too fast for fear that showing her fright would trigger exactly what she most wanted to avoid. She sensed that if she showed fear the men would abandon all hesitation about molesting her.
"She's a stick up little bitch, Mike," a face now hanging from the back window said. "We just ain't offered her nothin' yet. What d'ya think she's worth."
"How can we tell, you idiot! We can't even see'er. Give us some light."
Lisa's heart pounded almost through her chest, and it kept pounding that way as the beam from a flashlight pierced through the darkness and played down up on her body. It went roving up and down her legs, caressing her with a scorching heat which she'd have sworn she could feel. Involuntarily, she moved faster as she sensed with horror the tiny bright spot playing across her breasts for a moment, and then down to her soft, well-rounded buttocks. She was really frightened now.
"Look at that cute little ass, Mike. How'd ya like to get yer paws onto something like that, eh?"
"Man, that would be like squeezin' silk. I'll put in a buck for my share. Maybe even two."
"Me, too," chimed several other voices from the car. The voices were mixed with lascivious giggles of enjoyment at the fantasy of tormenting the defenseless girl in the lonely, dark, shadowy park.
"Hey, honey," a voice continued, "you can make yourself a few dollars here and it won't take but an hour or so. Whadya say?"
"We might jes take it anyway, honey," came a threat from the front seat. "You wouldn't want us doin' somethin' like that, would you?"
"Come on, honey. One fuck a piece if you come with us nice and easy. We promise not to be messy, neither," said the one called Mike, his voice lowering a bit. "But if you don't come nice and easy, we jes might take all of everything for as much as we want. You hear me?"
Lisa could stand the horrible insults no longer, and suddenly, out of sheer panic and disgust, broke into a desperate run. She pulled her skirt up to her thighs and ran as fast as she could toward the park entrance which was over a quarter of a block away. Her high heels impeded her speed and she tried to kick them off as she continued running, but could not without losing her stride.
"Get'er, she's running," she heard the men in the car shouting at one another. A car door opened and slammed behind her.
"Don't lose that little piece of tail," a voice cried out in the night and mixed with the pounding of shoes on the pavement behind her.
"Goddamn! This little bitch is fast! She's running like a squirrel!"
"Y-y-yeah! But you g-g-get her, eh? Come on, faster."
There was a puffing voice behind her. It was close, so close she thought she could feel the breath down her neck. She strained, tried to run faster, trying to escape the coarse, horrible men chasing her. There was not a single doubt in her mind of what was going to happen to her if she was caught, and the thought made her move that much faster. She kept her legs pulling up and down faster and faster, faster than she thought she could ever move, and the curved, wrought iron entrance sign loomed just a little ways ahead of her, close enough that she thought she might be able to reach it and the security of passing motorists before the men behind her gained enough to take her into captivity.
She was almost there!
A hand reached out from behind her and grasped for her flowing hair in the night breeze behind her.
He missed!
Lisa screamed with all her strength as she felt her heel dig into the soft ground and her legs twist from beneath her. Her two pursuers dove and landed in a heap on top of her prostrate body, crushing her breasts and the wind from her lungs. Again she screamed, this time louder and harder, for fear of her life.
"Bring the goddamned car over here. We got her, now get the goddamn fucking car over here so we can get the hell out of here."
Oh, God, flickered through her mind. "Help! Please! Help!" She screamed at the top of her lungs until a harsh, rough, calloused hand clamped down over her lips.
The car came screeching up to a halt a few feet away at the curb.
"Get'er in, damn it. Get'er in."
"Oh, dear God, please, oh please," she grunted, and again the calloused hand rose up and over her mouth, gagging her and leaving her struggling with all her remaining strength for breath. They were moving her to the car with little or no difficulty.
They had the back door wide open, and one of them was in the back seat waiting to hold onto her once they heaved her body up and across to him. He grabbed Lisa by the neck, and took hold as they thrust her head first through the open door and the waiting man pulled her hard into the interior so that she went face down across his lap.
The one called Mike leaped on top of her, pulling the door closed behind him. The other one jumped in the front seat alongside the driver, and the car roared off with a squeal of tires. Lisa's pale blue eyes were wide with terror, and her mouth twisted with a soundless scream that was choked silent by fear somewhere deep in her throat.
"Hold onto her. Have ya got'er?" a hot, excited voice came from the driver's seat.
"We got 'er alright. Just keep this car going, ya understand? Just keep us on the road."
The car shifted into second and roared down the road heading out of town. "Don't let her up till we get outta here."
Lisa felt a thick muscular arm circle around her and another harsh, calloused hand pressed into her face, over her mouth, so hard that her lips ached back against her tightly clenched teeth. She could feel his excited breathing as he pressed her closer to him to keep her from letting out so much as a peep. A pungent animal smell of sweat came from his clothes, and it seemed to permeate the whole of her own gasping breath. Tears of helpless frustration filled her eyes as suddenly the lewd, obscene picture of David's father's cock spearing mercilessly into her mother's open and receptive cunt crossed her mind, and she sobbed helplessly as the grim realization came that she, too, might soon be filled with the cruel, hard flesh of one of these horrible men who had kidnapped her from the park.
Oh, God, she prayed silently as the car slicked along the dark, night highway, please don't let it happen like this, please don't let it happen this way...
"O.k., you guys, there's an intersection coming up. Keep her the fuck down. You understand? Keep 'er down!"
Mike pressed tighter down into her from his position and stretched over the full length of her back. She was still groaning softly but her body was limp from terror as though the life had been crushed from it. She no longer attempted to escape. Her concerns now were more direct, more immediate. She wanted to keep her face as far from the loins of the boy whose lap she'd been pressed into. When she moved his hand clasped against her face, following her every movement to insure that she would not scream.
Lisa could feel Mike's loins pressed tightly into the curve of her buttocks from behind where he lay over her back. His face was up inside her hair, pressing at the back of her head, and she winced slightly, in spite of the pain throughout her body, from the stale odor of alcohol that he breathed alongside her face. They obviously had been drinking a lot, and though she really hadn't seen any of them doing it outright, she was certain that it had something to do with their loose demeanor.
Why, she questioned herself, did she have to be the one? Why did she have to catch her mother and those men taking turns fucking her? She sensed that the entire chain of events of her life was going to be changed and rearranged in such a manner that it would never be the same. If only she had not gone to the kitchen for milk after entering.
Behind her, Mike's breath was coming heavier. He had lain still at first, recovering his wind from the struggle and the run it took to catch Lisa, but now, somewhat recuperated, Lisa could feel the whole of his body squirming down onto her with an impatience that frightened her. She tried to move but could not. The pressure of the man's arm around her face and neck, and the weight of Mike's body on her back held her pinned tightly to the seat. Her knees were hanging off the edge and she could feel him sliding down her back until his hardening loins were pressed tightly against the soft flesh of her buttocks. She moaned her protest into the hand over her mouth as she felt his knee inserting between the backs of her legs, prying unceasingly, relentlessly and cruelly.
She fought, but there was no stopping him.
He had leverage, and soon her inner thick muscles tired as she felt them being pushed slightly open. His hardened penis, trapped painfully under the tightness of his jeans, pressed hard and intimately into the upraised junction of the soft underside of her thighs.
The car raced along the highway, leaving the sparse lights of the suburbs well behind. There was the click of the glove compartment opening in the front seat, and a sound of glass scraping against metal.
"H-h-how about a d-d-drink, guys," a stuttering thick voice asked from the front seat.
"Goddamn, Pete, for a dummy you sure do get some fine ideas every now and then," Mike answered as he pulled his loins back slightly from Lisa's upraised buttocks. He kneeled up on the floor and reached over the back of the front seat to take the bottle. A husky gurgling sound of deep-throated swallows filled the car above the soft roar of the engine.
"Whooeee! Damn that stuff burns," he roared after a moment. "Here, Rick, take it."
Rick laughed drunkenly and lifting his head, reached over and grabbed the bottle, coughing loudly after his first swallow. Lisa could feel droplets of the foul-smelling brew falling to the back of her neck as it dribbled from the corners of his mouth. The bottle was then passed up to the driver, who they referred to as Ralph, and made several rounds among them as she trembled silently, too afraid to speak.
"Hey, what about our piece?" Mike suddenly laughed as he passed the bottle to Rick. "Five'll get you ten she wants a little snort herself, eh? Something just to warm her up a bit? Wouldn't you like something, baby? Just to remind you of how good the times can be, eh?"
Rick laughed drunkenly and lifted her head from his lap by the hair. He held her face up to his chest and with the other hand thrust the mouth of the brown bottle at her mouth, pressing it to her lips and insinuating it against her tongue. She clenched her lips tightly shut in a vain attempt to ward off the bottle and the terrible tasting stuff inside it, but he pressed harder, forcing her mouth open wide. The hot burning liquor went oozing and bubbling down her throat, and in order to avoid choking she had to swallow the booze. The mouth of the bottle pressed harder and harder at her throat with every swallow.
"Hot damn, you better open another bottle, Pete," chortled Rick. "This broad can really slug it down! Ain't that so, blondy? Rick was forcing her to take more of the stuff, sticking the bottle down into her throat and rubbing it there until she gagged and swallowed in order to breathe.
Between his turns at the bottle, Mike let his hands play over the smooth rounded corners of her buttocks. In spite of the deadening effect of the alcohol, she still tried hopelessly to squirm away.
"Hold 'er good, Rick. She's slippin' away like a little wet minnow."
Rick's hands came down hard on the back of her head, pressing it in to his loins until the bottle came around their way again. She could feel the car turning off the main road onto a dirt one. It was rough and rocky, and with each bump they hit she could feel the hardness of Mike behind her butt resting deeper into the open unprotected crevice between the backs of her thighs. She knew he could feel her quivering beneath him, and had faint visions of what his leering face must look like as he held her warm, throbbing body in front of him to do as he willed.
The obscene helplessness of her position, coupled with the warm, dark liquid they had forced down her, caused a strange, crazy fluttering deep inside her belly. It intensified each time Mike moved his loins behind her and the contact became more sharp. Her face ached slightly and her throat was bone dry.
"How much longer?" Mike wanted to know, his breath coming heavily. His hands cupped the round firmness of her buttocks beneath the thin material of her now torn and soiled party gown.
"Bout two miles," Ralph answered tensely from the driver's seat. "But keep 'er down anyway, there's houses all along this road."
"Don't worry about that," Mike answered with lascivious joy in his voice. "She can't make any sense at all, now. She's too tight to do nothin'."
"P-p-pull 'er d-d-dress up," Pete slobbered drunkenly with his head hanging over the seat. A weird unnatural glint shone in his eyes as they roamed over the figure of the helpless kneeling girl in the back seat.
"I gotta fuck her now," Mike hissed with a coarse impatient tone to his voice.
"Not now," Rick objected. "Wait till we get her to the cabin. You'll have a bed, a place to spread her out... and that way we can all watch real easy like... "
"Man, I'm tellin' you, I just can't hold back any longer. I'm gonna stick her right now or my old balls are gonna explode!" Mike intoned hoarsely as he felt the softness of her behind grinding back into him in her futile efforts to ease her contorted body.
"Hang on, Rick" he muttered. "I'm gonna pull her dress up."
"Go on, M-M-Mike," Pete stuttered excitedly.
"F-F-Fuck 'er n-n-now!..
Lisa, through the pale of forced drunkenness, squirmed hard against the assailant's binding hands, but the slow, seductive movement of her buttocks, crushing back into the hardness of his loins, only succeeded in sharpening his desire for her. She sobbed uncontrollably into the hand covering her mouth, and broke away from it with a jerk of her head.
"Oh, God, please don't! Don't do it to me! Please!"
Mike reached down to her knees and jerked at the dress bunched beneath her on the floor. There was a low tearing noise as it suddenly ripped loose, fanning up the full length of her firm full thighs and up over the rounded white panty-covered fullness of her buttocks.
Mike gasped and wriggled it over her hips to the narrow indentation of her waist. All the while Rick held tight around her neck, his eyes bulging as each voluptuously smooth portion of her body came further into view.
"Pull 'er dress on up over her head," Mike coughed excitedly at him, as his trembling hands caressed the lust-inciting nakedness of her inner thighs. His nostrils flared in undisguised desire as his fingers coursed over the smooth, silky softness of flesh where they joined her torso. He pinched her ass, momentarily delighting in the further groans it brought from her lips as she screwed back against him in pain. There was only a smooth narrow band of nylon lying between them now, bunched tightly in the crevice of her buttocks, and even in the dim interior of the car, he could see silken tufts of her soft blonde hair protruding from beneath the tight elastic of the legbands. The rounded globules of her behind were brashly exposed to the lust-crazed eyes of all but Ralph, who still hung tensed over the wheel as he maneuvered the car skillfully down the dirt road toward the forest in the distance.
Lisa was wild with fear and terror now. Even the stunning, deadening effects of the liquor could not protect her mind from the horrible truth of what was happening to her.
She was going to be raped!
Raped by a vicious gang of men who thought and acted like beasts and had little compassion or feeling towards her or any other human being. Her buttocks quivered convulsively from the terrifying thought of what her fate was surely to be in a few short minutes. There was nothing in the world that could save her now. Her fate had been sealed the moment she saw the first stream of light from under the door of her mother's bedroom that night, and there was no way to turn back the clock now. Lisa was jerked back to brutal reality by the touch of Mike's hands running up the sides of her almost naked body. He rounded them over the luscious flare of her hips for a moment and then slid them slowly and harshly down to the slimness of her waist above her panties. Her skin was naked there, and she trembled as his breathing almost stopped behind her. She felt as though his eyes were boring right through her body, as his hands traced a path just behind their leering gaze.
"Man! Look at that! Jes, look at it!" Mike's face was contorted crazily as he spoke the words with nearly trance-like ardour and admiration.
Thin lines of spittle drooled from the idiot face of Pete, as he hung over the front seat, his eyes gleaming with vicious desire. Ralph, behind the wheel, glanced over the seat and muttered something under his breath and then tromped down harder on the gas, shooting the car forward at a greater speed.
CHAPTER FOUR
Lisa groaned in feeble protest as she felt a hardness from Rick's crotch rising under her cheek. He had followed Mike's instructions and pulled the dress over her waist and up to her neck where it bunched in a wrinkled ring of useless cloth. Now, in his excitement, he was running his hands over her back which was bare from the shoulders down. The smooth velvet softness of her skin was broken only by the thin white brassiere straps that laced across her back, and the flimsy panties that stretched tightly over her buttocks. She could feel a small wet circle of seminal fluid seeping through the crotch of his pants from the hardness of his penis. It felt warm and sticky against her cheek, and as she tried to move her head away, he pulled his hand from her back and pressed her face tighter into his crotch until she almost lost her breath. He locked her head in position with one hand, while the other continued to rummage over her back, his fingers working clumsily at the clasp of her brassiere. Suddenly, without prior warning, it snapped apart, and her full, young breasts, large and resilient, fell free.
Rick wasted no time. As he gasped at Mike's hands coursing wildly and hungrily up and over the softly rounded sphere's of Lisa's buttocks, his own hand slipped around the side of her body, following the deep line where the brassiere strap had been. He cupped the full round ripeness of her right breast and squeezed it momentarily, bringing a new groan from Lisa's lips. Still not satisfied, he proceeded to pinch the small rubbery nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He rolled it tightly between them with a lewd grin as he felt her face squirming with greater strength now, trying to dislodge itself from his crotch. He continued to knead and pinch at her breasts with an ecstatic intensity until he was harshly interrupted by a loud, threatening rebuke from Mike.
"You son of a fucking bitch! What the hell you think you're doing to her? I'm gonna fuck her!"
"I'm just feeling her up, that's all. I gotta right to feel her fucking up, you know!"
"Not when I'm gonna fuck her, you don't!"
"Knock it off you two," Ralph snapped from the front seat. "There's plenty of them goodies for everybody. Just take it easy."
"I ain't waitin'," said Mike, and glared at Rick across the length of Lisa's helpless, prostrate body. "Now you just hold her and that's all. Get it?"
"Aw right, but I get her first when we get to the cabin," he grudgingly relented, and pulled his hand from beneath her body.
"C-c-come on, M-Mike, f-fuck her quick," Pete drooled anxiously. "G-G-Give it to her n-n-now!"
"Shut up, goddamn it, all of ya," Mike growled, "I'm wastin' time."
Lisa jerked as she felt the last of her protective clothing being removed from her almost nude body. She had lain there almost dormant from paralyzing fear all this time as they clawed and kneaded at her helpless body, fighting over who would enjoy the pleasure of defiling her first. But she knew now that this was the point of no return, and if she didn't resist with all her strength now there would be no hope. Even death, she thought bitterly, would be better than losing my virginity to this horrible group of wild animals. With this thought racing like a mad dog through her mind, she gave one final effort at escape and rolled from the seat to the floor of the speeding car. Her sudden movement had caught both Nick and Mike by surprise, but they moved quickly and violently to right the situation to their best advantage.
"Pull her back up here!" Mike shouted as they struggled with her flailing arms and legs beneath them. "That's it. Get this little alligator of a bitch landed so I can fuck her brains out. She's gonna get it nice and greasy now. I don't like this struggle bullshit."
"Now hold her, goddamn it," Mike commanded viciously. "I'm gonna give it all to this bitch."
Trembling in abject terror of what was about to happen, Lisa heard the harsh metallic sound of a zipper being opened in haste behind her. Then came the warm smooth pressure of his hardened cock pressing against the tender backsides of her thighs. She could feel a certain stickiness where the wet hot seminal fluid seeped from the throbbing prick's large inflated head. With his hands on her hips, he pressured her upwards higher off the seat. Then he pressed his knees tight between hers, and in one swift downward movement, peeled the white flimsy panties from the half-moons of her buttocks. When the silky material caught at the junction of her belly and thighs, he gave an impatient jerk, ripping them into useless threads.
He laughed and held the tattered remnants up in the car, and then pushed them tight into the moronic Pete's face hanging with enraptured concentration over the back of the front seat.
"Smell a little of that sweet ooze. That cunt-juice is worth everything, eh, Pete?" Mike chortled at the crazed idiotic gaze that flickered through the retarded man's eyes.
"L-L-Lemme feel her c-c-cunt," Pete suddenly stuttered in a deranged moronic squeal, and without warning thrust his hand down over the back seat of the car with a swiftness which caught Mike off guard. The force of his unexpected movement pushed Mike back a little, giving his hand complete access to the warm wet juncture of Lisa's upraised buttocks. She jerked forward with a desperate groan, pressing her face tighter into Rick's crotch, but there was no escape. The half-wit's full extended hand clamped down tightly against her, covering the whole juncture of her thighs and buttocks. She wiggled in desperation, attempting with all her strength to evade the wildly digging fingers which were thrusting, probing and finally screwing madly at her vulnerable, unprotected cunt.
"Aaaaagghhh," she screamed wildly, gasping for much needed breath. Lisa fought the temptation to pass out from the agonizing grinding which continued to roll and whip at the juicy interior of her cunt despite her physical contortions and painful weeping. The finger unceasingly screwed into her vagina, skewering it like a red-hot branding iron, working in deep against the smooth virginal flesh of her sweltering cunt, breaking through the tight ring of her virginity and going on further, down deep into the warm wet cavern beyond.
Shouting obscenities at the top of his lungs, hollering and swearing, Mike used all of his strength to try to wrestle the cruel probing hand away from the confines of Lisa's violated crotch, but the strength of the lust-filled half-wit was that of ten men. He continued to grind his bony finger around and around, deep inside the painfully expanding channel of Lisa's vagina, while the poor helpless girl groaned and twisted in anguish before the depraved attack on her up-rooted hymen and unprotected genitals. She felt as though her vaginal passage was ablaze and burning as she sensed through the dim consciousness of her tortured brain, the slight giving and tearing of her flesh.
The flaccid symbol of virginity that she had protected for so long was being ripped savagely away. Her body went limp from the sudden shock and pain of it all, and she would have fallen from the seat had it not been for the restricting hands of Rick on her shoulders, squeezing her tight to avoid getting reprimanded and punished by Mike should he let go. And of course there was the pressure, incessant and harsh, of the wildly flailing Mike himself, working behind her with both hands locked tightly around Pete's wrist, forcing his finger slowly but surely from her pained, stretched and abused vaginal passage.
Finally it was over.
Pete's long, bony finger slipped with a wet sucking noise from between the young fleshy folds of Lisa's cunt, and he grunted in pain as Mike shoved him with all his strength, which was much, back into the windshield of the car.
Ralph blurted at them, trying desperately to keep control over the still speeding car, "Stop it you idiots! You fucking jerks! You want to get us all killed? Cut the shit! What a bunch of fucking jack-offs! We're gonna wreck if you don't fucking cut out this shit right now! How the hell am I supposed to fucking drive?"
"I'm gonna kill that idiot bastard when we get to the cabin. I swear it. By God, I swear I'll fucking kill him! That goddamned idiot asshole!" Mike was livid with rage, and it looked to all in the car that he meant every word of his vicious threat.
"I-I-I gotta right to her, too," stammered Pete. "I-I-It ain't r-r-right just you should get her," he added. "I got r-r-right, t-t-too."
"Shut up, you dumb sombitch, 'fore I ram my cock down your throat. Jus' shut the fuck up! You hear me?"
Pete started to stutter something. "Not one more word," said Mike, leaning forward and taking Pete's face in his hands and clogging his mouth with the back of his fist. "You hear me, dummy moron asshole? Not another fucking word!"
His eyes fearful despite his superior size and strength, the moron nodded and agreed to remain silent.
"Good," said Mike, relaxing his hold around the man's face. "Good. I'm glad you understand that finally." He sat back and watched the cringing moron begin to feel terribly squashed under the verbal and physical attack. It was obvious that Mike was the respected, accepted leader at that moment and that the group would obey him for a while. The others seemed very much afraid of his ability to lose his temper. He glared around the car and there was a heavy silence, broken only by the piteous sobbing of poor helpless Lisa, still kneeling before him in terrible subjugation, a trickle of tell-tale blood smudged at the inside of her ravished crotch where only a moment before she'd been finger fucked out of her hymen.
Mike turned his eyes back down to the full moons of Lisa's gleaming white buttocks, protruding full and round in the dim light. His lips curled tightly as his total concentration returned to the voluptuous and waiting feast spread in servile anguish before him.
"Now she's gonna get it real nice. You know what I mean little girl? You're gonna get the kind of a fuck you been waiting for all your life. And I can tell, too, that you have been waiting!" He eyed the smudge of blood on the inside of her leg. It flickered in the traveling lights of the car like a spot of dirt on her loin. But it was plain enough that Mike could tell without question what it was. He hissed between his clenched teeth at her, while his cruelly gleaming eyes bored into the tantalizing crevice that separated the full cheeks of her soft young ass. "Oh, yeah, you're gonna get it nice and full, baby. Just the way you been waiting for it."
"Oo-oh no, please, please don't anymore," she begged and pleaded through a veil of tears which represented all of her shame and humiliation at the terrible losses she'd already suffered at the hands of this cruel group of kidnapping men.
She could feel Mike's hands begin to knead the open and unprotected twin mounds of her buttocks. Her body jerked upwards as she felt his thumbs on either side of them, spreading them wider and wider apart so that she thought she could stand it no longer.
"Stop! God! Oo-oh no, stop!"
She sobbed out her weak and futile protest, as the cool air from the open car window rushed in between her buns and brought back the sense of semi-consciousness. A groan escaped her lips as the full realization of her position flickered through her mind. "Oo-oh God, no more!"
"Hold her good, Rick," Mike commanded the man holding Lisa. "Hold her good and tight and make sure she don't try anything dumb or silly. She's so fucking tight I got to change around a bit."
"Maybe," said Rick, "she ain't never been screwed before."
"No foolin'," said Mike, holding up a finger smudged with blood which showed the evidence of Lisa's broken hymen. "Now get hold of her tight."
He gave one last hard push with his forearm and Lisa felt the last of her desperate strength subsiding and gave way to limp terror. Her body shuddered and she moaned as his finger worked up, worm-like, into the now wet and open passageway of her cunt. She clenched her teeth in another futile effort to drown out the hurt that slipped through the remains of her shattered virginity and moved about in tiny growing circles deeper and deeper inside her. She opened her mouth to scream but nothing came. Instead, there was a helpless muffled groan of exhaustive acceptance. Every muscle in her twisted body had reached the ultimate breaking point, and she could no longer find the strength to even protest against the vile, monstrous fondling of her secret parts that she had worked so hard to save for David and their wedding night. All that was gone with the frenzied attack she had been subjected to a few moments before by the moronic sadist in the front seat. And now-now there was nothing left but the final coup de grace to be administered viciously and without ceremony by the arrogant, unknown man behind her, whose face she had never even seen.
She gasped and held her breath as she felt his fingers begin to work steadily to and fro in the wetly pulsing and hot spread lips of her nakedly exposed cunt. The entrance spread in accord with his probing fingers as they worked back and forth across the moist flesh of her labial canal. She could feel his long middle finger leading an assault on the inner cave itself, working down into the depths of her until there was no further place for him to go. There was a sucking wet noise as his fingers slid out and held the lips back and apart for a moment.
He squirmed up behind her, his hand wrapped tightly around his lust-hardened cock, guiding it slowly forward the way a crew might have carried a delicately fused nuclear warhead. He pressed deliberately into the spot where his fingers held the flesh hinges of her cunt apart and ready.
Again Lisa cringed forward, her face contorted in fearsome dread as she felt the large bulbous head moving up and down behind her in the wide-spread slit of her vagina, parting the sparse soft blonde pubic hair in preparation for his entry. She tried to close her eyes, but his knees insinuated between them, held them cruelly open and made her stay vulnerable and unprotected, ready.
"Hold her tight, boy, I'm gonna slip it in nice and easy. Now's the time to hold her good, Rick. Keep her there, nice and ready and easy," Mike directed the wide-eyed man whose arms bulged from the pressure he was placing on her shoulders. Pete who had recovered his courage, hung his face over the back of the seat and gasped at the scene with tiny streams of drool hanging from his slackened mouth.
Lisa whimpered aloud as she felt the first warm hard contact against the cringing lips of her cunt and the slow agonizing pressure beginning. It felt soft at first and then, when he met his first resistance, he pressured forward. She groaned terribly. "Oo-oh, no-oh... no... No!" He pressed forward again, this time flexing his buttocks with terrible strength and persistence giving his forward momentum an extra shove, a good hard push, and then, suddenly, everything gave! The tight elastic ring popped open with a quick unexpected snap and the huge cock-head slipped wetly inside with a rush that left Lisa gasping for breath.
"Aaahhhgggghhh!"
She flailed her head wildly into Rick's crotch as he worked with all his strength to hold her tight. The shock of the sudden thrust rejuvenated her tired muscles for a moment and she squirmed and twisted like a madwoman with super-human strength. She bucked up and down, seeking escape from the cruel and painful impalement of her cunt.
"God, what a pussy!" remarked Mike with unabashed admiration for the feel of its warmly wet walls slipping over his rigid pole like hot melted butter. His head fell loosely back as his loins buffeted forward and his thick, rock-hard cock speared heartily into the helplessly struggling girl without mercy.
It raced into her like a fast whirling drill case-hardened for boring into the depths of the rocky substrata of the earth, battering and smashing all before it in great waves of moistly heated flesh until suddenly his pelvis smacked tight into her and flattened her upraised buttocks with a hard, sharp slap that reverberated through the speeding car like a flat-handed blow across the face.
Lisa's muffled moans of pain and humiliation went unheeded as he reached forward with both hands and grasped her by the shoulders, pulling her whole body back tight against him. His thickly hard penis was sunk to its fullest depth, buried to the rooty hilt as she felt the hardness of the bulbous head pressed tightly against the end of her cervix. There was no reason to struggle or fight anymore, even if she had the strength. He had conquered her; she knelt in servile acceptance like a slave, ready to be used as her new masters desired.
Her body went limp as she felt the coarse hands roving down her smooth slick shoulders across the sides of her torso; the fingertips grazing lightly on the resilient flesh of her breasts and then working down to the curvaceous rounds of her girlish hips, sliding down to the backs of her smooth, ample thighs until they arrived at the narrow space where his turgidly hefty cock continued to rotate deep inside her moist pussy, flooding the ever-widening space, grinding forward into the hollow wet socket of her tight slippery cunt.
The pain lessened as she felt her soft passage expanding further and further with each rotation he made inside her. Her tears of shame and humiliation continued to flow. There was no stopping him, and there was nothing she could do but accept the obscenely vile rape of her body without resistance.
Mike's hands ran down under the fullness of her quivering breasts, dancing against the seat below, with each hard thrust he made into her cunt. He worked her steadily, gearing up inside her vagina with the hot head of his expanded bulbous cock, giving her the steady cadence of a rhythmic primitive fuck. His eyes bulged wider as he gasped at the ragged pink flanges of the protective flesh and soft folds around her cunt, drawing back with each outstroke, and then being swallowed in again as he thrust forward into her with the powerful in-out rhythm he had begun.
Pumping into her from behind like she was a bitch in heat, his fingers worked cruelly at her cringing tiny puckered anus, and then jerked forward again, clasping her hips and pulling her back limply over his cock while he continued to skewer and ram into her with growing abandon. His body was now a ball of sheer uncontrolled lust that had unleashed itself completely against the squirming, beautiful, tender flesh in front of him. He could feel his heated cock growing thicker and thicker in her belly as he ground savagely into her with a wave of sadistic delight flickering across his distorted face. He had never had anything quite like this before, nothing this young, this tender, so helpless... and it was driving him wild with pleasure. His thick inflated cock ached and burned as it never had before, and then, in one long agonizing ecstasy-filled moment, he burst forth, spewing out in volcanic intensity his load of liquid lust. "Done!"
"Just in time," said Ralph, pulling the car to a halt on a gravel driveway. "We're at the cabin."
CHAPTER FIVE
The interior of the little abandoned farmhouse was even more shabby than the outside. Lisa held back for a moment at the doorway as Mike disappeared inside and lit an old-fashioned kerosene lamp. He returned to pull her inside the ramshackle house. The air was still, moist, and cold. A dampness permeated everything.
"Build a fire, Pete," Mike commanded to the sulking form who was last to enter. "And don't burn the damn place down, either."
"I-I-I kin build as good a f-f-fire as an-an-anyone," he stammered defensively. Then he stepped outside to collect wood.
"Ya oughta go easy on him, Mike," Ralph said when Pete was out of earshot. "He's one o' us, you know, and you oughta go easy on him."
"He'll be treated right when he pulls his own weight and doesn't go doin' the kind o' thing he did back there in the car. I'll cut his balls off next time he tries somepin' like that!"
"Ah, he was jes excited-ya know how he gits," Rick chimed in on the argument. Ya know he ain't got but half a brain in his head."
"I know that, and that's why I'm pushin' 'im. He's gotta learn to control himself, just like the rest of us," Mike answered tersely. "When he does that, then he can have it. Besides, I got thinking to do. I told the man I'd be all ready when he sends his contact man up with the plans tomorrow."
"Where's he comin' in from?" asked Rick.
"Around where the girl comes from, of course. He's got a kind of corporation planned for us and her folks. We're gonna get our money."
"Mmm, that's gonna be nice," said Ralph.
"Yeah," agreed Rick. "Real nice. We'll be on easy street then, eh, Mike? E-Z Street!" He smacked his lips and rubbed his hands together, imagining what it would be like to have a lot of money all for himself.
The others snickered a bit and Lisa listened in confused wonder. The apathy that had lain over her mind since first being abducted into the car by this gang of seemingly demented hoodlums was gradually lifting and she found herself more and more perceptive of what was going on around her. She had assumed at first that they were just a wild bunch of criminals, perhaps escapees of the state reformatory. But now it appeared that there was something more involved, something sinister to their plans. They seemed to be here for a purpose, and it was surely connected with her own personal being as well.
"What we gonna do with the chick afterwards, Mike?" Rick wanted to know. "She could blow our whole thing if we let her loose."
"She ain't gonna get loose-we'll make sure of that. And besides, the pay-off ain't gonna be for a couple of days anyhow, and we'll worry about her when the time comes."
"You ain't gonna kill her, are ya?" Ralph intervened with a worried look on his face.
Mike looked at him for a short second and then burst into laughter at his concern.
"Man," he roared, "here you are all intent on doin' rape and every other thing you can think of to get your hands on some greenbacks, and when it comes to snuffin' one little girl you get all broken up about it, hey? How's that work?"
"It's different," argued Ralph. "She's got some appeal, now that I get a good look at her. Some kind of character. And if they caught us after-"
"They ain't gonna catch us for nothin'," snapped Mike. "We gonna take good care of her-my way. And, meanwhile," he added, "she can watch after us, can'tcha, honey?"
Mike smiled at her and Lisa dropped her head, staring back at the floor. She leaned more heavily against the wall where he had left her, and drew her arms around her breasts. They hung loose and partially exposed from a large tear in the upper part of her dress, caused by their struggles in the car. Her bra was gone, along with her panties, and she felt naked and vulnerable to their stares as they waited for her to answer Mike's question. She stood silent and did not speak.
"I asked ya a question," he suddenly spat at her and walked to her side.
Still Lisa did not move or make a sound, even though her heart was lodged tightly in her throat in fear.
The loud sound of a hard slap suddenly echoed through the room as the man who had so brutally raped her, swung his arm in a wide arc and brought the palm of his hand down hard across her face.
"Now, you jest answer when I ask ya sumpin, baby, or next time it's gonna be worse."
"W-What do you want from me?" she managed finally to whimper through the thin stream of tears his stinging hand had brought to her eyes.
"I just asked you if you was gonna take care of us, and I want the answer loud and clear so that everyone can hear what you have to say. Loud and clear for all the boys, Lisa. Ya understand?"
"Y-Y-Yes," she finally said quietly. She could see the cold cruel glint in his dark eyes, and she knew that any sign of resistance right now would only bring further pain and indignities from him. He was the leader of this gang and could not under any circumstances run the risk of being disobeyed in front of the others. They worshipped strength and she sensed that if he lost his prestige in this matter with them, that he would lose all. It was again the old tale of the male cats fighting for leadership of the "pride", and the females that went with it. There was only one law that applied and that was the law of the jungle.
"That's a good little country club chick. We gonna make a good baby outta ya, jest to show these boys that the good old rich kids ain't necessarily bad-they just seem that way. Ain't that right?", Mike hissed. "Awright, Ralph, show 'er the kitchen, man. She's gonna have to earn 'er keep here for a few days, in more ways than one. And make 'er clean it good." He grabbed her arm and shoved her towards the tall thin man who had been driving the car, and she let herself be taken to the kitchen without a struggle. There was no longer any sense in the hopeless resistance she had first shown. Her only chance for staying alive now was to keep close to Mike. She was certain his hard outward approach to her was an act to show the others that he could be cold and cruel, for he somehow seemed to have developed a sense of protectiveness toward her that might keep the others away-at least for a little while.
In the kitchen, using what meager tools were available, Lisa cleaned and scrubbed the place, and then she prepared and served a meal of eggs and sausage which the boys gobbled up as quickly as they could. Except for Mike. It was apparent, as he ate with quiet confidence, that he could feel the power he possessed over the young country club girl, never once raising his eyes to look at Lisa like the others. He knew she was there and knew she was his, by virtue of his leadership of the gang. His hold on her was his strength and the protection he offered her.
"Get me some whiskey outta the box," he spoke for the first time since beginning to eat, "and bring four glasses. No, bring five. One for you, too, little bitch."
Lisa went to the kitchen without hesitation and brought the bottle back with the glasses and watched silently by his side as he poured a drink out for all of them. He poured hers a little more full than the others and pushed it toward her on the table.
"Drink it down without stopping." Lisa raised the glass and took a small sip, feeling the hot liquid burning down her throat all the way to her stomach. It made her feel slightly sick until she saw Mike's eyes glued to her out of the corner of her eyes and she tilted the glass again to take a larger swallow. She almost coughed it up, but with supreme effort, she managed to hold it all down. A faint lightheadedness swirled through her as she raised the glass again and turned it bottom up, finishing the warm fluid to the last drop.
"S-S-She done it," Pete stammered with a gleeful ring in his voice.
"I told her to, didn't I? Mike said proudly. "She's gonna be my chick and I don't wanna see none of you bastards layin' a hand on her without my okay. You got that?"
"Aw, come on now, Mike," Rick protested loudly. "We gotta right, too. We all took her together."
"I got the right. Remember the club rules," Mike cut him off.
"She ain't just yours," Ralph remonstrated hesitantly. "We all got her together, like we planned."
"Now you guys take a look and see if you don't think she belongs to me." With that Mike reached to the back of Lisa's tattered gown and ripped it down the back in one mighty jerk. The flimsy material split without effort and floated uselessly to the floor. She gasped when she realized what he'd done and tried desperately to cover herself with the last remnants of clothing.
"Leave it there, you naked bitch," she heard his voice command from above her. "They ain't never seen such a pretty little white ass before, and my showin' them is gonna make me own you, honey. You just give them the look they been waitin' for."
Lisa hesitated, still crouched on the floor where she kneeled in vain attempt to cover herself. Her arms were folded tightly over her firm breasts that swung voluptuously from her bending torso, naked and unprotected. Her legs were clamped tightly together in an attempt to hide the blonde silken treasure lying between her thighs. She began to tremble from the sudden obscene exposure of her body to the lewd stares of the men in the room.
"Now, get up, baby," Mike commanded tersely. "Let 'em see all of a pretty little country club body, eh? All of that pretty naked flesh."
The others crowded around her, gaping with unadulterated admiration and desire at the full proud young body being exhibited before them.
"Jesus Christ," Rick breathed heavily. "Look at them tits. Man, I'd like to get my mouth on them! That's for sure!"
Pete stood immobile, a crazy lustful grin playing across his smacking wet lips. He was very nearly drooling when he stuttered, "B-B-Big b-b-b-boobies!" It was all he could do to keep from reaching forward again to fondle the soft flesh with his harsh, calloused hands as he had done before in the car, but one look from Mike cut him off short. He had felt the leader's wrath before, and that was enough to keep him restrained for a while.
"You jest ain't got no right to hold us off 'er," Ralph growled as his eyes followed the full, ripe contours of her curved hips to the soft silken downiness at the juncture of her hips and thighs. "We're all in this together, man."
Mike stood proud and defiant beside Lisa, reveling in the control he held over her and the others. It was the supreme moment of leadership for him, being able to play on and control their passions this way. He was confident and sure of his powers, and he stood there almost smirking at them, a thoughtful contemptuous smile slowly crossing his lips.
"Hey, you cats really wanna chance to get at her?"
"Man, that's what we been talkin' about all night long," Rick answered quickly, his eyes locked greedily on Lisa's naked body.
"How much bread ya got between ya?" Mike asked as his eyes narrowed slyly.
"We ain't gonna buy 'er. That ain't right!" Ralph protested.
"Who said 'buy', man? I'm talkin' about a little poker-that's all. A friendly game of cards. Winner take some flesh, mm?" He eyed Lisa's smooth, shimmering girlish hips.
"Y-Y-You always win," stuttered Pete. "It still ain't f-f-f-fair."
"Aw man, come on. I jes been lucky. Les play cards, eh?" He turned again to Lisa and said, "Take a look at them fine creamy breasts. How'd ya like to get yer hands on those two, eh?"
Lisa shrank back as she heard Mike's words. He was proposing to offer her as prize in a game of chance. He just couldn't mean it! He wasn't going to use her as his stakes in a poker game! She had heard of wives being lost in card games of the old West and on the Mississippi riverboats, but it just couldn't happen now, not with these savage hoodlums as players.
"P-Please, don't," she stammered, speaking her first pleading, begging words to Mike since he'd assaulted her in the car. She had never thought she could bring herself to beg like this in such a degrading position, but she had no choice. It was total subjugation to him alone or be used by all the others as a helpless plaything.
"Don't worry none, baby. These are all my, ah... my... brothers! Ha, ha, ha!" he cackled mercilessly, shoving her forward toward the table where everyone had just finished eating. "Now clean off that table. We're gonna play cards."
There was no further argument possible as Mike made Lisa clean the table without letting her put her dress back on. It was obvious he was enjoying the covetous glances the others were casting at her naked white body, and wanted to extend his domination over them as far as he could under the opportune circumstances. Lisa was forced to stand by Mike and keep the glasses full while the game got under way. She watched each hand with growing concentration and she could feel her heart beating faster each time she saw one of the others win.
Slowly but surely, Rick's smile broadened, for he was gradually whittling more and more of the leader's money away in spite of the fact that he was breaking even, or winning slightly more than the other two.
After about a half-hour of intense play, there came a loud moan from Pete's side of the table. He was out of money altogether. He rose, throwing his cards with a disappointed flourish to the table, slumped dejectedly in a chair in a corner of the room.
Lisa's heart rose at this turn of events-it meant for sure she wouldn't have to submit to the moronic Pete. At least, no matter what else happened, for the time being she was saved from bodily ravishment by the half-wit.
Her joy was short-lived, however, for a few minutes later the ape-like Rick won over half the remaining money on the table, and it looked like he was slowly but surely taking charge of the rest-which meant that Lisa would become his personal physical property.
Finally, a broad grin broke across Rick's face and his teeth sparkled like the ivory of a keyboard piano in the dim light of the cabin lamp. His eyes locked on Lisa's trembling body as he lay down the last winning hand, one which everyone, including Mike recognized as defeat!
"Read 'em and weep," he gloated at the vanquished Mike. Three solid Kings lay face up next to a pair of Aces, matched against Mike's two pair.
For a moment Rick sat quiet, as though still unable to believe his good fortune, and then all of a sudden he jumped to his feet, startling everyone in the room, especially Lisa, who felt her heart leap into her throat in abject fear and humiliation.
"Whooooeeee!" He hollered and clapped his hands at the same time. "Some lil' piece of ass is gonna get herself fucked tonight like she ain't never before had it noways! Mm, yes! And you gentlemen, if you're so inclined-" He suddenly grinned as wide as a Cheshire cat. "-is invited to watch it all. You especially," he added a special taunt for the dejected Mike, "if you're man enough!"
"It don't bother me none," he lied softly and quickly. "She's just another bitch as far as I'm concerned. There's plenty where she came from. "After a slight pause he added: "You just better go easy on her, that's all. Jes go easy, you hear? I don't want no broken bitch on my hands when you finish with her."
"Man," said Rick, "that weren't part of the deal. I get all I want anyway I want it, right, Ralph? Ain't that the rules of this game. Ain't that the way we all sat down to play?"
Ralph nodded and said, "That's right, man. You won fair and square, and no one can tell you how to 'spend' your earnings. Ya kin even let me get some, the way I understood the deal."
Mike started up out of the chair, a menacing look crossing his face, but he changed his mind and slumped back down. He knew when he would be pushing them too far, and if he pushed now, none of them would take it again. He'd have a revolution on his hands which was something he did not need. "Hey, honey," Rick began, "how about gettin' me and the boys a little whisky, eh?" He enunciated his words to stress the harshness of his first request. "You're mine for the night, and don't you forget it."
For a moment, an instant, Lisa hesitated, still holding tight to the back of Mike's chair where she had frozen when the last card play had been made. Then she gave way and moved to follow the ape-ish man's command, mostly because Mike nudged her with his elbow, indicating that she should follow her new "owner's" orders. He didn't look at her but kept his eyes glued tightly to the center of the table. She went quickly to the kitchen, aware of the three sets of eyes following the slight unintentional sway of her naked buttocks as she walked across the floor. Quivering chills of fear scurried over the paleness of her skin when she heard Rick's last words just as she passed through the door.
"Crazy man, crazy. Look at that HI' ass shake and wiggle like that. I'm gonna have me a ball punchin' her up somethin' fierce. Mmm, yes!"
She poured herself a glass almost full with the brown liquor and drank it down in huge gulps while her mind ran to all sorts of ways she might escape the cruel humiliation which seemed more and more imminent. She filled her glass again and drank as much of it in one swallow as she could get down. She gagged but forced the rest of it down against the rebellion of her senses and her stomach. The dulling effect slowly began to take over her body, and she could feel her sense of touch deadening in the tips of her fingers as she clung to the glass. Her eyes rolled slightly in her head and she slammed the glass down on the counter, almost breaking it. As her head reeled, she had to place both hands on the sink to keep from falling. She wished she could get sick. She wished anything would happen that might make her in every way undesirable to them, anything that might save her from this awful fate. It had been bad enough in the car with Mike, but now the shock and surprise that had prevented her from really feeling or understanding the full impact of what she was going through had faded. She was conscious now and fully aware of the things they were going to do to her and the indignities they would force her to accept from them.
As she reached for the glass to pour another drink, she was stopped short.
"What ya doing here, baby?" Rick's coarse voice boomed across the narrow distance from the door.
"Don't go gettin' outta your mind now. I don't want no dead drunk piece of tail under me when I'm gettin' my kicks now, do I?"
Lisa nodded dumbly, the effects of the liquor intensifying throughout with each second that passed. The alcohol was beginning to drive the consciousness from her, helping to blot out the cruel reality which she could barely stand to face. She wanted to be dead and unfeeling, and this was the closest she could come to it now.
"You get that whiskey like I told you," boomed Rick's voice, his eyes working over the full length of her young figure.
Lisa took the remains of the bottle she had been drinking from and opened another one from the ample supply they'd brought with them. She wondered how long they intended to stay at the cabin with so many bottles around. There were enough to supply an army, and she hoped they hadn't planned to make the cabin a permanent abode. She would never get away in a million years unless they made a slip of some kind.
"Where's that whiskey!" came a harsh cry from the living room of the cabin.
Lisa used all her will power to force herself to walk back into the room. She trembled, knowing she had no choice. If she didn't do as they commanded, they would only force her, and that would be a thousand times worse. No, it wouldn't help matters for her to show resistance. In fact, they probably would enjoy it like school boys deriving sadistic pleasure in tearing the wings from the beauty of a summer butterfly, merely because it was beautiful. No, fighting would only make matters worse and she couldn't bear for this to go on for too long. She would just have to endure the strain until the chance for escape came. She knew that she had to do it. There was nothing else in all the world to help her but her own will power and courage. She was entirely alone. "Me first, Blondie," Rick said as she stepped through the door with the bottles in her hand. "Jest remember whose your new boss now."
He held his glass out as she drew nearer, a cocky smile stretching across his lips as he relaxed back in his big easy chair. She placed the full bottle on the table and began to fill his glass from the other. All the whiskey she had consumed was taking its toll, and it took all her concentration to avoid spilling Rick's drink on the table. She knew this would be a costly mistake and would probably bring further pain and suffering. She knew she had to be very careful.
"Man, you really got a nice lookin' lil pussy there, honey. Give me a lil' feel now to get me warmed up some," Rick leered.
Lisa automatically jumped back as his thick stubby hand reached out and began stroking the soft resilient pubic hair growing at the base of her white, softly rounded belly.
"Freeze, bitch," he commanded coldly. The cruel unyielding tone of his voice immobilized her and she stood cringing next to where he was slumped down in the chair. Her face crimsoned at the indignity of having to stand there unable to move as his harsh calloused fingers coursed around the secret protective parts of her exposed genitals. She could hear, as she tightly clenched her eyes, the snickers of the others as they watched her tormentor taking indecent liberties with her young supple body. She moaned softly in shame and humiliation as she suddenly felt the tip of a finger part the sparse blonde pubic hair and push itself upwards into the soft fleshy folds surrounding her vagina. It was still moist from the ravishment she had undergone in the car some hours ago and she heard a slight gasp come from his lips as he felt her openness.
"Yeah, man, it's gonna slide up that tight lil' hole nice and easy like," he murmured as he worked his finger up and down the length of the narrow hairlined slit. "Ole Rick's gonna bake his bread nice and long in this lil' oven. He's jest gonna lay there and soak and rise, an' soak an' rise, til the sun comes up in the morning!"
Lisa felt the blood rising in her head until she thought her brain would burst from the pressure. Her face was beet red from the indignities being heaped upon her. Now, as the others looked on, their demeanors slowly changing from one of amused fun to slow, deeply smouldering desires, she felt a profound embarrassment.
Mike sat still slumped over the table, his eyes gazing darkly around the room as he watched the jubilant Rick slowly working himself into a sexual frenzy that he knew was going to erupt in a volcano of rape within a matter of minutes. He wanted with all his soul to rise at that moment and smash his fist into Rick's face until there was nothing left but a bloody mass of unrecognizable flesh for what he was doing to the girl. Not because of any particular feeling for Lisa especially, but because he had possessed something the others didn't, and now they would have it too. At least, Rick and Ralph would. He had warned them about that moronic idiot Pete, and they had better heed the warning or he would forget they were his friends in this deal altogether.
"Don't put no marks on the girl," he suddenly blurted with a sense of new command, rising from the table. "And remember, that crazy half-wit bastard don't touch her at all."
Rick was suddenly jerked from his eager probing between Lisa's trembling legs by the harsh gruffness of Mike's voice. By instinct, he withdrew his hand. He was disciplined to follow the leader's commands without question, and this was no exception even though he'd won the girl for the evening. He knew he could get away with almost anything as long as he stuck to what he could argue was his, but if he didn't, there would be danger he was not prepared to accept.
"Alright, he can't have none," Rick agreed after a moment's thought. He knew he had a right to argue over whether he should let Pete have some or not, but wanted to take no risk now of losing his lovely, voluptuous prize by pushing Mike's well-know temper too far.
"I'm gonna go to bed now," Mike announced as he kept his cold stare on Rich. Then he made his way to the bedroom and paused, "And I'm gonna hold ya for whatever happens," he growled as he shut the door behind him.
Rick stayed silent as he watched his leader disappearing through the door. Then he let his eyes flicker to the downcast Lisa still standing by his chair. He rose slowly, and with a sudden move that caught her completely by surprise, grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm painfully behind her back so that she was forced to turn and fall backwards against him. Ralph and Pete jumped up from where they sat and crowded together around her so they could see the exposed view of her white curvaceous front. Pete's eyes glowed like a cat's in the dark as he feasted them hungrily on the firm round breasts pointing out at him, gleaming in the firelight.
"Y-Y-You gonna let m-m-m-me fuck 'er, t-t-too, ain'tchya, Rick?" he stuttered excitedly from the impact the sight of Lisa's body was having on him. "H-H-He won't do nothin' if ya let me have a little p-p-piece."
"You jest gimme a hand when I need it, man, and I'll see." Rick leered through his toothy mouth at the other two men. It was obvious he was enjoying his sudden thrust into prominence by winning the poker hand, and he was going to glean every satisfaction he possibly could from the situation, including lording it over his fellow kidnappers.
"You gonna do what I say without no trouble, you hear, little girl?" he suddenly directed himself at the captive woman, who was struggling in front of him against the pain in her arm.
She clenched her teeth tightly together and refused to speak.
"You better learn to talk and to listen to me, baby," he hissed angrily, continuing to twist harder.
Lisa winced with the increased pain, but she still refused to speak. Her face was locked in a determined expression of defiance that seemed to increase with each moment the final assault on her helpless body drew nearer.
"Alright, bitch, you're askin' for it," snarled Rick finally in frustration and anger at the unexpected courage of the helpless girl. "You guys help me."
He jerked forward and pushed her toward the filthy and rickety bed against the far wall. Her arm was almost twisted to the point of snapping, and it was almost with relief that she felt herself being pushed face down onto the mattress, causing him to release her wrist. But... it was only a momentary relief. As she struggled to hide her nakedness with her hands and arms, other hands reached out from the side of the bed and pressed her tightly down into the dirty, creaking mattress.
"Hold 'er down good and tight," she heard a voice command through the shocking mental haze of sudden action, and without warning, a hard fist smashed into the side of her head. She groaned and her arms and legs went limp, her body splayed wide and helpless in a spread-eagle position across the bed. She trembled for a moment, and then tightened the muscles of her body again as she heard Rick's next foreboding words.
"Gimme the belt from your pants, Pete. I'm gonna teach our new friend a lesson-one she won't forget!"
Rick took the belt, and holding it by the buckle, he twirled it experimentally in the air. He laughed cruelly as he watched her cringe deeper into the bed when she heard it singing threateningly in a small evil circle over her naked back. A vicious grin played on his face, showing his lecherous wet smacking lips, revealing the deep sense of pleasure he took in inflicting fear in her young heart. The others haunched close over the bed, their mouths hanging open in undisguised passion at the young helpless form trembling in stark terror before them. Rick, taking full advantage of his new-found position, commanded them like puppets.
"Mike said not to mark her," he grinned. "Put that blanket over her and hold her down good. One on each end."
Pete quickly threw the dusty, soiled blanket across the length of her body, and reached through the iron uprights at the head of the bed and pulled hard, stretching her between them like a helpless victim on some sort of ancient torture wrack, her slender voluptuous body outlined through the thin, tattered covering they had thrown over her.
"Now, lil' bitch, yer gonna see how ole' Rick gets you to beg for his prick. Ain't that what you little young bitches like to do? Beg for cock?" He spat venomously over his shoulder and turned to her. "Mmm? A little cock-begging to make the time pass, little girl?"
For the first time, Lisa managed to cough out a few muted words, through the hurt and hopelessness of her situation. She couldn't stand the thought of being punished and used for an object in the way her kidnappers presumed they must use her.
"Don't you know, I've always felt sorry for people like you?" she began.
Rick looked astonished at his partners in crime. "What? Huh?"
"I mean, I've always felt sorry for people like yourselves, poor and uneducated and unable to decide what to do with your lives. I've always wanted to help such people. In school, I was studying to be a social worker and-"
"You're gonna do some social work, alright," hooted Rick, unable to resist the opportunity to taunt the poor compassionate, desperate girl. "You're gonna be socializin' with my dick! Ha! Ha! Ha!"
The others enjoyed his little rejoinder as much -as he did.
"Don't you see, the kind of welfare work that you really need, Lisa, is to get my horny cock inside you." He smiled evilly and lashed the belt down hard against her buttocks under the thin blanket. Lisa screamed and jerked her body, but she couldn't overcome the strength of the other two men holding her by the arms and legs. The belt raised and descended again and again in the chuckling Rick's hand, tracing a painful path the full length of her writhing and twisting form. "Aggggghhhhh!"
Her shrill scream reverberated through the room, and the belt continued to lash against the filthy covering through to her sensitive skin for a seeming eternity of pain and hurt that she thought would never end.
"Tell me what you want ole Rick to do to you, honey," he cackled. "Beg ole Rick to give you some of what you're good for, some of his big fat cock."
"Ooooogggghhh!" She moaned as he increased the intensity of the cruel lashings.
"I'm waitin', honey," he tormented her again through a big sadistic grin. "Beg me to fuck ya."
"Ooooh, God, Please don't, stop it, stop it, you're killing me. Oh, God, you're killing me!" The poor girl whimpered and pleaded and screamed beneath the renewed viciousness of the attack, but nothing seemed to work to make him stop his painful work against her innocent flesh.
"Beg me, baby," he chided gleefully as he sensed her weakening before the cruel assault.
"No... no... I can't. Oh, God, no, don't make me," she screamed on and on until suddenly she could no longer stand the cruel sting of the leather belt snapping against her flesh. She gave one long, low whimper and her body went limp on the bed. Rick held the belt still for a moment, listening to the soft, pleading mumblings that began rolling from her half-opened mouth pressed tightly into the softness of the ruined mattress.
"Fuck me... fuck me... anything... Oh, God, I can't stand it... don't care... just stop... please... please... oo-oh!"
The sadist's cruel grin broadened as he heard the pathetically whimpering Lisa's final admission of surrender to him. Breaking the will of this voluptuous young girl for his own generate purposes gave him a sense of power he'd never possessed before. It was something he would not have dared dream of years ago before he'd joined this gang of hoods with whom he now traveled. It was something beyond his wildest dreams and now, like the day he was admitted to the gang, he was ecstatic.
He stepped back and tossed Pete his belt. There was no longer any reason to hold her. She was completely limp, and all the fight had gone from her tortured aching body. She was his for the taking, and he knew it. So did the others as they gazed down on the prostrate body of the young defeated girl. Rick reached over and jerked the blanket off her back.
"See man," he smiled proudly at Ralph, "nothing but some red marks-and they'll go away real soon."
"Yeah man," Pete answered, a new found admiration for Rick in his voice. "You gonna fuck her now?"
"Look at that man," Rick pointed down to the rising bulge in his pants. "I'm gonna fill that HI' belly of hers with so much prick it's gonna pour out her ears!"
"J-J-Jesus, l-look at her," stuttered the moronic Pete in excitement, saliva drooling unnoticed from the edges of his mouth. "K-K-Kin I touch her, R-Rick?"
"Yeah, go ahead while I get my pants off," he answered with a benevolent tone to his voice. He knew his generosity would give him even more prestige and still wouldn't violate his promise to Mike. He stepped back and began unzipping his pants while he watched Pete reach over the side of the bed and almost reverently cup Lisa's soft resilient flesh in his hands. His dilated eyes burned bright in the dim light of the lamp as his rough, coarse hands moved over the rounded whiteness of her buttocks, twisting and kneading the flaccid globes of soft yielding flesh with an unsatiated lust.
She lay unresisting before him, slim and voluptuously curved at the buttocks and shoulders which flowered out teasingly from her narrow young waist. She moaned low in a half daze, intensifying the erotic picture her innocent, almost unused body presented to the hungry leering eyes surrounding her.
"That's enuff," Rick suddenly warned as he saw Pete's fingers begin to pull open the cheeks of Susan's buttocks and to insert down the narrow crack inside. "I'm gonna stuff her myself now."
Lisa lay trembling with her face pressed tightly into the mattress. Part of the tattered, unclean blanket was clamped hard between her teeth to still the throbbing pain that raked over her body. She lay cowed, unable and not caring to move. All thoughts of resistance had been crushed from her by the lashing belt that had played over her helpless body a moment before. She had an urge to turn her head back, to look at them and show them her continued defiance, but there was no strength left in her now. There was no further sense in prolonging the inevitable rape they were going to begin on her body. She had fought with honor, and they knew now that whatever they took would only be the spoils of a greater physical strength, not the conquering of her soul.
Let them take it, damn it, ran through her tortured and dazed mind. Let them have her beaten body if that's what they called victory. It was the only kind of victory they would ever have from her!
Suddenly, she felt Rick's hands coursing over her back, and she quivered again. She did not resist for fear of further pain. She knew that now her resistance could only be mental, and would be a victory only within herself.
"Turn, around, bitch," Rick snorted with a sense of command. "Take a look at what a good cock looks like."
She didn't move or answer until she suddenly felt his hand tangling in her hair. He jerked her head up and around a few inches off the bed. Her eyes opened automatically and her face contorted in horror at the long, thick instrument that he held over her head. It was monstrous and webbed all along the underside with heavy throbbing veins, giving grim, advance warning of the lustful state he had worked himself into during her torturous beating. Her eyes trailed a slow path up the length of his torso to his face, a piteous and useless plea nestled in them, pleading for mercy. There was none to be found there. Nothing but a cold and unyielding face staring down at her.
"Like it, bitch?" he tormented her.
She tried to answer but her voice was frozen somewhere deep in her naked chest.
"Like it, I say," he hissed again and twisted her hair viciously in his hand.
"Y-Yes, I like it," she finally managed to stammer through the pain and degradation.
"Well now, I'm gonna put it way up in that sweet little belly of yours till ya can taste it in the back of yer throat, see?" He grinned sadistically and looked carefully at Pete and Ralph.
They laughed nervously from excitement, thinking of what was about to happen. It had been different back there in the car when Mike had been laying it to her. They couldn't see it all in the semi-darkness of the car. But now, here in the cabin, she was stretched out before them completely naked in all her youth and innocence... and they were going to watch her get fucked like they had never seen anyone get fucked ever before. Their eyes glowed like hot coals in the shadows from the anticipation that had been building like a storm since they had first abducted her off the streets hours back.
"Hold her until I get it in," Rick nervously ordered the others.
His voice quivered with the salacious thought of what he was about to do to this virginal young blonde girl, and his long, thick cock ached like it had never ached in all his life. He dropped to the bed and rolled across the full length of her back, his face pressing into the clean soft odor of her fine long mane that glimmered in the firelight.
Lisa winced from the attack and began to struggle weakly. But unseen hands forced her back deeper into the mattress. Her arms were pulled to the sides of the bed and held in a vise-like grip that could not be broken. Rick's knees were slowly and relentlessly forcing her own knees apart with a rough pressure that scraped the tender backsides of her thighs and calves.
She strained with all her power to keep them closed but it was hopeless. She gave a sudden "ooomph" and the breath surged from her lungs. Her resistance broke.
He dropped between her legs as they spread wide across the mattress, her toes hanging out over either side of the bed. A soft, helpless moan escaped from her tightly closed lips as she felt the hardness of his penis make warm, wet contact with the soft inner flesh of her thighs. He moved forward, insinuating the full length of his cock along the narrow wide-stretched crevice of her buttocks. Her shoulders were held down tight against the bed so that her struggles were limited to her lower torso. Her buttocks squirmed and twisted beneath him, inciting his lust to the utmost.
"Get up on your knees," his voice breathed hotly into her hair. She struggled to stiffen her body more and pressed tighter into the mattress. Bitter tears of anger and fear ran from her cheeks, wetting the blanket under her face as she felt his smooth, hot skin pressing down onto her, covering the full length of her prostrate body. She tried not to move after the command, knowing whatever she did would only worsen her position.
A hand pushed down on the back of her head, pressing her face tight into the mattress. She struggled for a moment to breathe but could not. She tried to cry out but her mouth would not open. A faint dizziness swept over her from the lack of oxygen and she felt her body go limp. The hand was released and she gulped desperately and greedily for the fresh air her tortured lungs welcomed with relief. Another hand behind her neck pressed her breasts and face harshly down into the mattress. By the time she fully recovered her breath, her buttocks were waving high off the bed, and she made a momentary and fruitless lurch forward to flatten them again. A hand pushed her face back into the mattress, cutting off her breath as before.
Kneeling behind her, Rick gazed down at the full white moons of her buttocks stretched up in sacrificial offering to him, his eyes bulging wide in hot, uncontrolled desire. God, he had never seen anything like it in his life! His balls tingled and ached, and he longed to thrust forward into the narrow teasing slit poised before him, but he couldn't. He had waited too many hours to get her like this, helpless and kneeling like a slave in front of him... he had to get the most of it!
He held himself back, purposefully torturing himself in anticipation of when he would thrust forward and slide his throbbing cock deep between the full white moons of her proud little ass which continued to sway gently in defeat before him. She was an arrogant little bitch, and he wanted to break her more than anything else in the world. He wanted to feel her squirming beneath him, needing him as much as he needed her. That would be the ultimate conquest; a proud little bitch that was repulsed and horrified by the thought of a big hard cock thrusting into her, suddenly turning animal and losing all control over herself... forgetting who she was, where she was, and everything else except the overpowering need to be fucked until she couldn't move again. The thought raced through his loins like an electric shock!
His animal-like penis burned. By God, he was going to make this little piece of ass squirm one way or another... and like it whether she wanted to or not.
For a few torturing moments he ground his long, hard prick around in the narrow crevice of her ass, pressing the soft quivering cheeks of flesh together around his muscle to enclose it like the fitting of a warm fur-lined glove. He leaned forward and planted a warm, wet kiss with moist lips along the standing ridges of her spine and felt her quiver beneath him. She groaned slightly as her body shook and trembled from the moist contact at her loins and back.
And then he backed off slightly, running his long pink tongue slowly and wetly down the full length of her back until he reached the tightly clenched crevice of her ass, still swaying gently high off the bed. Her shoulders were held hard against the mattress by the leering Pete and Ralph.
Rick dropped his hands to the full, rounded buttocks, placing his thumbs on either side of the soft, resilient cheeks and pressed out gently. He knew this was the time for patience. She had passed the first stage of physical submission by violence and now the conquest of her mind and spirit must be done by softness of touch. The unexpected change from pain and brutality to one of tenderness and caressing of her private parts, should, in spite of her resistance, catch her off guard.
She had geared her mind to the fighting of the pain and humiliation... bur not softness and pleasure. She was not prepared for it.
Her buttocks clenched together against the pressure he was exerting with his thumbs, and he eased off slightly, keeping a constant, easy tension for a seeming thousand seconds, until the straining muscles of her inner thighs slowly tired and relaxed. His face was crouched on the same level with the thin, red folds of flesh that covered her vagina. He watched, eyes gleaming, as they slowly parted before the almost imperceptible outward pressure of his thumbs. He could see a slight moisture glistening on the soft insides of her thighs. He moved his face forward, careful not to shake the bed and alarm the sudden trust building inside her from the gentle touch he was subjecting her body to now. His face was a scant few inches from the soft blonde pubic hair covering the tender resilient flanges of her vagina, and the odor was one of sweetness that drifted incitingly out to his flaring nostrils. He swallowed deeply as his thumbs pressured outward and her secret cavern flowered open to his frozen gaze until suddenly it was completely open and the soft inner flesh came into tantalizing view. It was pink and smooth and a slight moisture from her secretions was plainly visible, glistening and wet on the soft inner flesh of her thighs.
He breathed hard and blew softly into her cunt. She squirmed and he could hear a faint groan slipping from between her open lips. She tried to move slightly but the pressure of the other two men's hands held her tightly in place. She was becoming quiet now, and her movements were not one of escape or fear but of reflex from the torturing touch of hands and breath against the softness of her secret parts.
Lisa tried to still a rising moan she could feel building deep inside her throat. She sighed and let her muscles which had been so keyed against the torture, relax into a loose tranquility that increased a thousand fold by the sudden absence of pain.
But now there was something else... something had replaced the harsh blows that had rained down on her helpless form a few moments ago. It was soft and feather-like, except that it was wet... wet and warm, and was making strange magical circles along the length of her naked and unprotected back. She shivered slightly as it worked its way slowly down to the rounded moons of her buttocks widely exposed.
There was a pressure from somewhere, and she felt a cool rush of air race between the full spreading globes as the pressure increased in intensity. She clenched them tightly together in automatic rejection to the strange unfamiliar probe. The invading pressure remained, gentle, and it lingered as her dazed mind puzzled over it. Where was she? Who was she?
"Mmmmmmm," she sighed, and her buttocks relaxed in a great feeling of warmth and peace as suddenly her ass felt open and wet as it had never felt before with the ever constant pressure pushing outwards again. She tried to move her shoulders, but they were locked tightly to the softness of the mattress by harsh hands whose touch she did not recognize. She could not think but it did not matter. They were no longer hurting her. There was no danger from the excruciating pain that had covered and permeated her entire body a few short seconds ago. There was only the light rising sensation of floating... floating on a soft gentle fleece-covered cloud whose very warmth belied the presence of danger.
Rick, kneeling behind her with his thumbs holding the crevice of her buttocks wide, grinned an obscene grin. He could feel the shivers running through her body and knew he had won his short, patient battle as the cheeks of her ass slowly relaxed in front of his excited face. He pried them wide apart until all of her crotch stood open and unprotected before him for the taking.
His head raised slowly and he pressed his face forward, pushing open his mouth hard against the wetness of her vaginal slit. She squirmed slightly and he tightened his hands on her buttocks so that she couldn't slip away and with one quick rush of his thick wet tongue, he thrust it forward between the warm fleshy folds of her cunt.
He heard her gasp from the sudden, unexpected entry into her soft, wet passage as a surprised sigh emitted from her pursed lips into the mattress. She had jerked forward with the first hot teasing contact in an involuntary spasm of delight. But she quickly screwed her buttocks back hard against his face. Her vaginal passage contracted, opening and closing tightly around the long smooth length of his tongue sunk deeply inside her. Her breath exploded down into the bed in small quick gasps that muffled themselves into tiny mewling grunts, twisting her face harder and harder into the bed as he began a sudden curling and flicking of his wet moist tongue imbedded deep inside her cunt. He pushed his lips closer and began to work at the whole of her open backside, sucking and licking at it crazily while her buttocks throbbed and swayed around his face almost out of control.
"G-G-God Damn," the open-mouthed moronic Pete gasped as he watched, with unbelieving eyes, her sudden and complete surrender to the wildly licking face buried in her vagina.
Rick worked slave-like behind the kneeling Lisa his tongue withdrawing and plunging, over and over, making a wet, sucking, perverted noise with each wicked thrust. Her cries were one long, low continuous moan now as he withdrew his lashing tongue suddenly from inside the warm smooth passage and found her throbbing clitoris. He pushed his face farther under her crotch and began to suck and tease it gleefully with his teeth while she writhed and churned her buttocks above him in a lewd dance of wanton desire.
"Oooooh, Ooooooh," she chanted, her body and mind completely out of control from the delicious and obscene sucking of her loins. With a lewd and triumphant satisfaction, he could feel the muscles of her buttocks hollowing and contracting around the sides of his cheeks as he licked and sucked at her with a greedy, untamed animal lust that threatened to drive him completely crazy.
Her cunt flowered open wider and wider, and moistness increased with each second his sucking mouth worked at her wide-stretched pussy, and ran in slight, warm trickles down the side of the man's cheeks, pressing tightly into the softness of her ass.
She was just about ready to cum!
He could sense it from the wild abandoned tempo of her body and knew it was time... time to ram his cock into her innocent softness. He wanted to feel the climax that was so near now, and wanted to explode inside her white, smooth belly, in rhythm to her own cries of fulfillment. He wanted to fill her full of his hot, spurting cum wad so that she would never forget this night as long as she lived. The spoiled little bitch-he'd show her what real cock was like and how good it could be. She'd never want one of those rich upper crust guys again. He'd stretch her so wide that she'd never be able to feel one again. All the years he'd spent poor, and in bitter financial subjugation, began to bubble over in a boiling cauldron of hate and lust, and the desire to hurt.
His long, thick cock ached from the anticipation he was building, while he worked at her loins with his hot, punishing mouth. With some difficulty, he slithered up to his knees and worked his hips into the now wet and glistening opening of her buttocks.
"J-J-Jeeze, h-he's gonna fuck her now," the gasping, half-wit Pete muttered.
"Yeah, man," snorted Ralph, his own cock flagrantly exposed from his pants and held tight in his free hand.
Rick was kneeling behind her, his hips pressed tightly into the open crevice of her ass. He held the throbbing, thickly veined cock tightly between his fingers with the large blood-filled head poised at the tight elastic opening of Lisa's pussy. He watched it with lust-gleaming eyes as the tiny wet lips contracted and throbbed around the edges like the mouth of a fish gasping desperately for breath in the hostile environment of a neglected fishbowl. He ached all over from the thought of the lovely young girl kneeling in abject servitude in front of him to be used as he wished for as long as he wished.
There was just a finger's length between her open and fully exposed vagina and the end of his prick now, and he pressed her buttocks wider apart to see it more clearly. His cock jerked slightly again as though unable to contain itself when the tiny puckered anus came into view just above the moist opening of her vagina. For a moment he was tempted to take her there, but the thought passed from his mind as he felt a small dew drop of moisture forming slowly on the end of his tortured cock. He had to have it now or it would be too late; he couldn't hold back another instant longer.
He moved forward, slipping his knees as far up between her wide stretched thighs as he could possibly go, and guided his long thick cock forward between his thumb and forefinger, gently parting the soft, blond pubic hair with the rigidity of the throbbing head. He felt the warmly soft folds of the ragged pink edges of her vagina close wetly over the rounded tip of his cock. He groaned.
He had never in his life felt anything so soft and tender. Trapped between the delicious layers of wet flesh, he let it lay throbbing for a moment. The lewd contact of his thick cock pressed into the whiteness of her ass and excited him to uncontrolled lust.
God! What a feeling! His mind droned on the incredible sensation of it all. He had to take her.
Rick flexed his buttocks, feeling all the frustrations he had built up over a lifetime of poverty, and suddenly he went surging forward into the warm wet flesh of the groaning girl in front of him. He gasped aloud through the silence of the shabby room as he felt the tight hot walls of her contracting cunt soothingly slipping over and then wetly enclosing the rock-hard length of his surging cock.
"Oooooh," she grunted beneath him as he surged into her, pushing the smooth, giving walls of soft flesh inside before him like rippling waves from a speeding ship. Her body trembled and shook before the sudden assault that took her completely by surprise. She had lain dormant before the strange unknown carressive torture her battered body had accepted with grateful joy after the brutal beating it had undergone, but suddenly the mood changed. Gone were the tender wet probings of her vagina that had seemed so unreal and so far away. Gone was the daze that had encompassed her mind and taken her into another world of semi-conscious ecstasy.
"Oooh, man, she's tight!" she heard a loud low gasp emit through the room behind her. "God," what a pussy!"
She squealed suddenly, not from the pain, for there was none. She was wet and open, and he slid into her easily from the warmly moist secretions that had flowed from her vagina during the teasing ministrations of his tongue a moment ago. But she squealed from the sudden degrading realization that she was hopelessly trapped on the bed between the hands of the three men around her, and by the thick rampaging cock skewering into her from behind. She screamed for him to stop, helpless tears of frustration and humiliation flooding again from her terror-stricken eyes.
There was no respite; the intrusion deep in her dilated vagina grew and expanded before his uncontrolled assault until she felt the sudden heavy weight of hard muscular loins crushing hard into her buttocks, sweeping them wider and wider apart as he pressed forward more with all his strength in order to poke his prick as deep inside her quivering young belly as was humanly possible.
"Man," Rick breathed heavily, his lips sucking back around his big white choppers, "I'm all the way in."
Lisa groaned piteously beneath him, her face pushed deeper into the mattress by the pressure from behind until she could hardly catch her breath. Her vagina felt twisted and stretched, as though she were being impaled on a telephone pole. She fought, clenching the muscles of her buttocks tightly together to keep the long, hard, fleshy staff from imbedding itself further. But it was useless. Her struggles only excited him more, her cuntal muscles clasping around his pounding member, wet and warm, in protest against the unwanted entry; enclosing his skewering shaft like warm melted butter, making the huge cock throb and grow inside her until she felt stretched and filled in her belly and loins beyond all possible imagination.
Her back ached horribly now, mostly from the cruel position she was held in for so long on the mattress. She tried to move but the hands had pressed against her shoulders again, after her warning move when Denny had rammed it into her from behind.
She felt other hands, too, hands roaming all over her body, touring her. The young girl's breasts were being kneaded and squeezed by fingers that had slipped secretly between them and the mattress. They were hard and cruel and brought her tiny, bud-like nipples to an involuntary erection from the harshness of the naked contact with her flesh.
Another hand coursed over the ridges of her cruelly bent spine and followed it down to the juncture of her buttocks where, quickly and without preparation, he thrust a finger deep into the confines of her tight rubbery anus. She jumped from the first painful intrusion and then froze to ease it a bit. The pain passed as her back passage slowly became adjusted to the unnatural intrusion.
got my finger in her a-a-ass," she heard the moronic Pete stutter excitedly through the daze of the orgy. "M-M-Man!"
Lisa tried not to move as she felt the pain easing with the stillness of her body, but the crazed half-wit ground and twisted his finger deeper, circling it and expanding her anal passage until she thought it would split from the almost unbearable pressure. The hand cupping her naked breasts beneath, squeezed with brutal thoroughness, teasing and pulling at every part of their young, round firmness until she thought they would burst from the painful manipulations.
Kneeling behind her bent and trembling form, Rick flared his nostrils and began fucking in and out of her with long, lunging strokes. His short thick hands held tight to the rounded curves of her hips, slipping the moist sheath of her stretched and throbbing vagina back over the thickness of his cock as though he were thrusting his hand into a small Vaseline filled glove.
But this was still not enough for the lunging kidnapper. He had to have more from this proud little cunt who wouldn't even have spit on him if she'd met him on the street. He wanted her bent to his will, completely bent to his will. He raised his hand high in the air as he continued the powerful in and out strokes he had established, and brought it down hard against her quivering white buttocks. The flat smack of flesh against flesh echoed like a rifle shot through the room. Lisa's scream shattered the quiet an instant later.
"Move that lil' pair of buns, baby," he hissed behind her. "Move 'em good and fast."
Lisa complied without hesitation. She knew enough by now to realize that the first blow would only be followed by more if she defied him. Her buttocks rotated slightly with her first cautious experimental movements, and then, feeling no pain, she let herself follow his rhythm, grinding and twisting her ass back against his hard driving pelvis as though she were glued to it.
"Come on and shake it, honey," he rattled through tightly clenched teeth as he felt her begin to react to his hands digging into her gyrating hips.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh," she exclaimed again and again as she bucked to his commands.
The sounds she made were muffled and indistinct, her face being shoved and buffeted hard into the mattress. With every forward lunge of his cock, her cunt was filled in to the bursting point, causing her head to fling forward against the restraining hands of the two men holding her shoulders. She felt as though she were being attacked by a giant ape who was pushing her thighs open to the utmost angle and reaching to the deepest point in her belly with his monstrous, ever-growing cock.
His fingers kneaded and squeezed at her buttocks with a wild frenzy, jerking the imbecilic Pete's fingers from her anus and replacing it with one of his own in a hard, cruel thrust into her soft rubbery depths.
"Aaaaaaaghhhh," she screamed unheeded.
He swept and rammed into her with a growing frantic abandon of sensation from the hands working at her every sensual part. She could feel him thrusting more sadistically now, the sight of her bucking body exciting him to greater and greater pleasure. Her breath had become one long continuous groan that was no longer muffled by the filthy blanket. She was droning into the room, her face turned sideways on the mattress. Rick looked down with lust gleaming in his eyes at the effect he was having on her. Her lips opened and closed, fish-like, from the sudden, uncontrollable feelings surging through her body, and half in fear that she would be ripped asunder by the cruel hands coursing brutally over her body.
There was suddenly another movement around her head, and she could feel the mattress dropping in front of her face as a heavy weight descended around it. Fingers were fumbling with her lips, trying to 'open her mouth, and then she felt a spongy, wet sensation pressing against her lips. She jerked her eyes open and to her horror she saw, directly in front of her face, a long hardened cock. Ralph, who could no longer take the lust-inciting scene of the young girl being fucked from behind by Rick, had sat back on the bed and wriggled under her, until her face was pressed tight into his loins and his legs were splayed out on either side of her shoulders.
He lifted her head, the flat of his palm pushing back against her forehead, and with the other hand was forcing the head of his prick into her mouth. She mumbled in terror and revulsion and tried to shake her head away, but he held her tight and she could not move. She could only clench her teeth and lips tightly together, but he was not to be denied. As he increased the pressure, it felt as though her lips were being pushed back through the sharpness of her teeth. He groaned and struggled against their softness, feeling them parting, until suddenly, with the aid of an extra hard lunge from the man fucking her from the rear, she gasped. The broad, thickly stiffened cock crushed through her soft, moist lips and into the wetly warm cavern of her mouth. She could feel the hugeness slithering up the length of her tongue and filling her mouth completely with fleshy hardness.
His hands held her head in a vise-like grip, palms pressed hard against her ears. She struggled mentally against the obscene rape of her mouth, but it was useless as he quickened his thrusts to match those of Rick fucking into her from behind, never quite pulling all the way out, but leaving the bulbous head in the hot, moist shelter of her mouth.
"Suck, honey, suck," she heard him commanding harshly from above her head... and she did.
She was conditioned to following their every command now from the fear of pain that would follow if she didn't. Her lips slowly began to nibble at the thrusting instrument, and she coughed and sputtered at first until she became accustomed to the unnatural invasion of her mouth. She tried not to think about what she was doing, but it was impossible not to. His testicles bounced against her chin and there was the stale odor of sweat around his loins that filled her nostrils with the constant reminder of the cruel degenerate attack she was being subjected to.
Behind her, Rick could feel himself building toward the end. He knew it would be soon, and began to fuck faster into her, harder and faster, battering mercilessly the quivering cheeks of her ass with his hard-driving hips.
His hands gripped her waist, squeezing the soft flaccid flesh into random crazy shapes beneath his fingers. His lips bared back against his teeth; he could not close his mouth. His breath came in short stuttered machine gun blasts that crackled obscenely through the dark room. He stared down at her slender bucking body and bobbing head. The contrast of Ralph's long stiff cock disappearing into the lovely softness of her face sent chills of lightning-like sensations up the length of his spine. He tore at her buttocks, stretching the twin moons as wide apart as he could and watched his long hard cock disappear into the moist pink flanges of her cunt in an exciting moment of action and voyeurism.
"Jesus! Kee-fucking-rist!" he sputtered. "Oh, yes, fuck!"
As he worked demon-like behind her, his eyes flickered smokily back to her tender lips clasping and unclasping around the growing thick cock of the man in front who was forcing her to suck him.
The saliva grew in her mouth. It was becoming slightly sticky now as small emissions of lubricating fluid seeped from the end of the penetrator's cock, into the warm oral depths of Lisa's mouth cave. She could feel his hips writhing and straining below her bobbing head as though he were in the last spasmodic throes of death. His fingers were curled tightly in her hair and worked to send her mouth slipping up and down over the end of his thrusting instrument. Her mouth worked as though it were another cunt into which he was venting the full wrath of his animal lust. She could feel his prick stretching and expanding inside her mouth until there was no room left. She moaned piteously as it thrust forward, hard and deep, all the way down to her tonsils.
Lisa had never felt so utterly used and debauched in her life, as she sucked with her mouth and wriggled her buttocks wildly from behind to end the onslaught as quickly as she could. There was nothing else but that now, nothing but to please them as best her innocent young body could, and pray that it would be all that they would demand from her.
Ralph jerked suddenly and writhed his hips up tight into her face, sinking the full length of his cock deep down into her gasping throat. She fought to breathe, but it was hopeless as suddenly his cock erupted in the warm, wet interior of her sucking mouth while unintelligible sounds of profanity rolled from his lips.
The hot liquid squirted into her mouth, and she sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed; her cheeks inflating and deflating all the time from the pressure of the constant flow of sperm. It lasted for a seeming eternity, her mouth filled with the pungent taste of his sperm and passion. Her senses were gone and she was hardly aware of his cock oozing in a slimy soft mass of flesh from between her lips. His hands pulled her head limply forward to lay trapped against the whole of his trembling loins.
She could still feel its rubbery soft length pressed tight against the cheek of her face when she heard a grunt from behind her. She felt her thighs and buttocks swept wide apart in one last ass-crushing rush, as the other man, fucking into her mercilessly, shoving it as far as it could go in her belly, began spewing his hot sticky liquid into her.
"Aooooooh!" His mouth opened wide, omitting a loud yell as she felt his lewd sperm filling her vaginal passage with a great rush. She could feel it flooding hotly into her and filling the depths of her womb until she thought she would burst inside. There were several convulsive jerks of his pelvis against the soft cheeks of her ass, a desperate digging of fingers into the soft flaccid flesh of her hips, and then he fell forward over her back, pushing her across the exhausted and satiated man who had just forced her to suck him dry.
There was no movement except for the stuttering sounds of the half-wit Pete, masturbating by the side of the bed, his eyes rolling wildly in his head as he, too, approached an orgasmic finish. There was a movement of bodies, and Lisa felt herself falling to the mattress as Ralph slipped from under her and Rick lifted himself exhaustedly from her back. There was a sudden cool rush of air between her legs as his deflated penis withdrew from her ravished, wet loins.
She rolled over on her back and lay still, unable to move and not caring. She had never felt so debased and lost in all her life. A horrible picture formed in her mind of what she looked like, buffeted between the two kidnappers like a helpless rag doll. Her body arched and she dimly felt hands crawling over the wetness of her thighs which were still dewy and moist from Rick's sperm. She did not move and felt the lips of her vagina being pressed apart again and looked up through half-slit eyes to see the crazed Pete kneeling between her open legs, his long, hard cock poised in his hand, ready for entry into her. She closed her eyes again, drifted into semi-consciousness, no longer caring.
Then came the vague sound of something sharp and cracking, like the hand slapping against flesh, and then an angry voice.
"Ya stupid son of a bitch!" snarled Rick. "Mike said you couldn't fuck her!"
Then came a muffled whimper and a weight lifting from between her thighs. Her eyes flickered open again and she shivered as she saw Pete standing over her naked body at the side of the bed. He was wildly stroking his blood-engorged penis, locking his eyes insanely down on the wetly moist mound of her loins that glistened in the kerosene lamp light as though covered with early morning dew. She heard him groan and felt a sudden rush of hot, sticky wetness on her naked breasts.
And then there was nothing. As she drifted into a welcomed protective cloak of sleep and exhaustion, she realized in the dim light of semiconsciousness that something outlandish had come to an end. She lost track of things and drifted into deep sleep, too battered and too lose, and too tired to even put her legs together.
CHAPTER SIX
Lisa sat huddled before the open fire, draped in the tattered blanket from the bed upon which she had been so brutally ravished the previous night. Her body ached horribly in all the tender places where the three kidnappers had so mercilessly pressed their attentions.
Mike had awakened early, in the same position she'd lain in the previous night after the horribly depraved attack. Lisa was grateful, for she had been able to freshen herself a little in the cold water from the kitchen before the others awoke. She had repaired her torn gown in a makeshift way, using several pins she found around the cabin, and Mike had retrieved her panties and brassiere from the car. From these few remnants of cloth she covered herself as best she could.
After the others had awakened, she prepared breakfast for them, refusing to look any of them in the eye, though she could feel their arrogant gazes and contempt as they peered right through her all the time she worked for them. Mike hadn't mentioned the evening before but it was plain he was not happy. In fact, she felt rather secure in the knowledge that it was not likely to happen again in that way. If she was called upon again to give herself, it would be only to him and not the others. Strange, she thought, as she raised her head and looked around the room at her four kidnappers, how the perspective of things changed when one had no choice. All things in the world were really relative. She had taken her choice of all the boys in high school, and had picked David because he was most like her.
Now, she had only the choice between these four brutal criminals, all of whom, except the imbecile Pete, had ravished her against her will. But she still had to make a choice among them for her protector. She knew it wouldn't take much show of preference on her part to get any one of them on her side, although Mike was the one she needed. He was the leader. He may be more brutal than the others, but still he had exhibited a certain tenderness toward her after the rape in the car, and would not have let the others take her last night if he hadn't been so confident of himself in cards. Even then, when he had lost, and when he had disappeared from the room to let the victors have their way with her, she half expected him to return and to reclaim her. But, of course, under their code, which she was getting to know much better, he couldn't, no matter how much he might have wanted to. No, her only hope for survival was Mike, and that meant subjugating herself to him completely, until she could find a way to get out of this horrible mess she'd fallen into.
"I think I hear s-s-something" said Pete with excitement evident in his voice.
Mike and the others raced to the cabin window and looked out. A van was pulling up, and when it stopped the driver climbed out and waved at the main entrance. Mike told everyone to stay put and went outside on his own. They could see him talking with the man outside, and clearly some sort of negotiating was going on. He raised his hands in frustration, seeming to threaten the deal, and then smiled when the other man gave way. They shook and the man climbed into the battered van and drove off. Mike came back to the cabin.
"It's settled. We'll deliver her once we get the money."
"Hey," said Rick, clearly envious of the leader's swift action, "that was pretty quick work."
"Why thank you, my man. Now, if you don't mind I'd like to have a little peace and quiet while we wait out the day."
Sometime around dusk, Mike took Lisa in to the bedroom and shut the door behind them. It didn't stay shut all the way but swung open slightly so that the grunting and snickering from the other men in the living room could be heard on occasion. Lisa wanted to cry out and plead with Mike to shut the door all the way. But she dared not make a sound now, as the tone of the leader's mood had changed, and she was frightened of what he might do if she uttered any sort of protest at all.
He pulled her toward the bed against the wall and pushed her face downward across it. She hadn't the strength or will to move, and listened as though in a trance as she heard the now familiar sounds of clothing being stripped away, this time from Mike's muscular body. The thunking sounds of belt and trousers dropping heavily on the floor were definite and obvious, sure signs of what was to come. The metallic belt hit with an incongruous thud that caused her to jump slightly from the surprise of the sudden, coarse sound. Then there was silence, except, of course, for the titters and snickering going on in the other room.
Lisa tensed her body and waited for the touch of Mike's hands on her back, but there was none. Instead, he stood for a long moment looking down at her in the dim light from the candle before removing his clothes. She didn't have to turn her head to know he was studying her. She could almost feel the hot trails of desire and admiration as his eyes roved over her reclining form.
"You're pretty," she suddenly heard through the clatter and daze of her mind, and her first reaction was to turn her head and see where this strange, suddenly tender voice came from. It had been nearly two days since she'd heard anything even resembling a kind remark. It was Mike as she could see no one else through the blurred vision of her straining eyes. But it was Mike that she did not recognize from the tenderness with which he spoke. The very softness of his voice abolished his harsh criminal role away, and made him something else, something human that she had mysteriously felt in him but had not seen until this instant. It unsettled her and yet confused her thoughts. She had considered them nothing but a bunch of wild animals that roamed the streets, taking what they wanted by virtue of their strength alone, just as they'd abducted her and used her as they wished. But now, with the sudden tenderness of their leader, whom she had feared most of all because of his power over the others, she was no longer certain. She even felt a sense of gratefulness welling up inside her chest.
"I hope they didn't hurt ya last night," he spoke again, making no move to approach the bed even though he'd prepared himself to take her.
"No, no, they didn't," she found herself saying without thinking. And she then realized it was the first time she had spoken voluntarily except to plead for herself since she had become their captive.
Mike's hand moved slowly on her back, mistaking her slight tremble from the lewdness of other times for the beginning of surrender. He was, for the wrong reasons, nearly right. The girl had surrendered but not so much for the reason he'd wanted her to. The will to resist had been totally destroyed because there was nothing else he could do to her that had not already been done. She could no longer stand the threat of sudden pain and her fatigue-wracked body was almost beyond feeling anything but the desire for peace from which she had been so cruelly disturbed when she had been abducted by the gang of kidnappers so very long ago. She was his, both mind and body now, and the tenderness with which he touched her helped quiet her fears of further pain so that she lay and let him play with her as he wished.
Slobbering slightly from the sight of the voluptuous young girl stretched languidly on the bed beside him, Mike gazed down at her body with an almost religious reverence. He would have given anything in the world at that moment if he could have possessed something like her under different circumstances. It was what she stood for: rich, clean, innocent and untouched, except for the rape she'd suffered and that didn't count.
Even now he would give anything if it hadn't happened and things could have been different, and he had been born in another world, preferably hers; wealthy, and able to seduce her on her own grounds. He might have had her then, or at least one like her, and he could have won such a woman on his own merits the way a woman should be won. Now, with tomorrow and the pay-off so close, he knew it could never happen.
And there was nothing he or anyone else could do to change the course of events now. He would have his money and she would have her freedom... perhaps, and they would most likely never meet again. It had gone on too long, this affair of the kidnapping, and the money, and the differences between her life and his, and there was no acceptable way to bridge the real, social gap between them.
He wished he could explain to this young girl why he needed her so much on this night. But he knew he couldn't. They were a complete world apart and he could never put the words together that would even begin to describe what he felt. She would have to go on forever believing he was just an animal interested only in the material goods and her flesh could bring him.
Their time was running out.
"Ooooooh," she murmured as he ran his hands in a long, slow caress down her back and unhooked the brassiere that fell away without effort as she lifted her body for him to pull it from beneath her chest. Her breasts trembled and hardened slightly as they made naked contact with the unwashed blanket beneath them and she groaned again, not from pain, but from some new, alien tingle that began throbbing gently inside her flesh.
His hands came down her back again and he hooked his fingers in the elastic band at the top of what was left of her nylon panties and gently pushed and pulled until they slipped reluctantly down over the full, voluptuous moons of her buttocks and hips. They struck momentarily at her thighs and she shook them slightly to help him and they slipped on down to her ankles and over her self-raised feet without further resistance.
She was naked before the man but felt no intense fear. She had come to trust him in the last few minutes and sensed that he would not hurt her intentionally. In fact, the thought ran hazily through her mind that he probably would stop if she pleaded with him. But she had no intention of doing that now. He had saved her from what probably would have been another horrible evening of defilement at the hands of the other three depraved men and their venomous anger, and she sensed that had it not been for Mike, she'd be dying in the hands of the others right then and there. She could feel, too, that his hands playing over the softness of her now quivering flesh were asking, not demanding.
And there was no other way she had to repay him!
He sensed, too, that there had been a change in the girl. She no longer cringed beneath his touch as she had done in the car. She did not even press to him desperately as she had when she needed his protection from the others. Now, to his amazement, she seemed to desire it. Her body strained and worked with his hands as they coursed over her. He rubbed her buttocks in tiny circles, gently pressing apart the two full white moons so that he could see the puckered brown hole of her anus nestled there so open and vulnerable. He thought of bending over and kissing it but decided against it, not wanting to do anything that would raise her guard and snap her from the relaxed mood she was in at this moment. He cupped the firm full cheeks of her ass again, then slid his fingers slowly down into the crease from the pressure of her thighs lying so close together.
She groaned, vaguely aware of his hands turning her body so that she was flat on her back and the whole of her naked front was presented to him in a delicious vision of mounds and hollows and secret indentations.
She was just as he remembered her last night when he had made her stand naked before the fire and had taunted the other males with the prize he possessed, a taunt he lived to regret an hour later when the cards had gone against him and he had lost her to them. Yes, she was just as she was then, firm and young, and her body shook as though filled with passion.
He watched her open her eyes and look up at him for a moment, the hazel-blueness shadowed by the dim smoky veil of building passion that was beginning to coarse through her.
Lisa, somewhere back in the distant ages of memory since his hands had reached for her body, had drifted into a strange, unknown world of deep, soft pleasure of the flesh. She had lain beneath his hands at first in fear, then in grim realization that she had a debt to pay. Now... all conscious thought of why she was here, or who her slowly flaming body was giving way to, was lost. It no longer mattered as she felt the tiny licking flames running between the softness of her inner thighs, out the tips of her now throbbing, pebble-hard nipples, and down again to the burning core of her vagina where it roared, white-hot, like the interior of a blast furnace.
"Oh God," her voice whispered softly. "Oh God!"
He pressed his thick, moist lips down over hers and immediately felt the rigid pressure of her tongue spearing up into his mouth in her unconscious quest for warmer, wetter contact with the devil-like thing so deliciously torturing her body.
"Aaaaah, aaaaah," she was sighing continuously up into his lips, her tongue pushed up into his and circling deep inside as though searching desperately for another entrance to his mouth.
Her passion spurred his own. Disbelief buzzing through his brain that this could not be happening, he remembered the previous night in the car: he had brutally ripped this voluptuous young girl's virginity from between her legs in a cruel rape. And yet tonight she was writhing and twisting beneath him as though she were his slave.
He could not stand it another minute and he moved over, slithering on top of her warm, soft, fresh body like a protective blanket. He could feel it quivering helplessly out of control under him and reached across her unresisting thighs until the whole of her wet, throbbing vaginal slit was presented up to him in welcome sacrifice. He held her loins open for a long, tortured moment and started to reach down and implant himself inside her but at the last second he stopped.
He wanted her total surrender on this night and it would be worth the risk of breaking the spell she was under now. It would make it all a thousand times better and that much more meaningful if she were to do it herself. He held his breath and spoke in a whisper: "Put it in."
It was a long second later that he breathed out again in relief as he felt her thumb and forefinger tighten around the head of his pulsating penis and slowly, but firmly, push up. He gasped and his lips bared back torturously over his teeth as the foreskin peeled back and she gently pressed the moist, sensitive tip of his cock into the wet, fleshy folds of her vagina. He could feel the soft blonde pubic hair grazing gently against his thick shaft as it hung poised for entry between the tight throbbing labial lips. The hotly smooth warmth was excruciating and it was all he could do to hold himself back from lunging forward to sink the whole of his heavily pulsating weight hanging down between his legs with one mighty flesh-splitting thrust into the helplessly impassioned girl's quivering and waiting comely belly.
But he waited.
He waited because he wanted her to know how much she needed it. That was what he wanted from her even though it tortured him beyond his wildest imagination, and because he knew he had conquered her soul and she was completely at the mercy of his desires at this moment. The chance may never come again and he held back the final plunge that would fuse them together in one great, wet, pulsating mass of hot, ardently needful flesh, to wring that one final admission of surrender from her that would bond them together as long as she lived.
But she had to know it. She had to be conscious of it or it would mean nothing at all. She had to remember that she had done it, because she had desired it more than pride itself. He would be leaving her tomorrow, one way or another, a rich man or a failure, and he had no special place to go either way; so what mattered now was that he get from her this one last submission, something that would matter to her forever, no matter whose cock she enjoyed afterwards. She would remember, and that would make him alive in her feelings forever.
Lisa lay groaning in tiny, unintelligible gasps that seeped from between her tightly gnashed teeth; like quick puffs of steam from a laboring locomotive making its way up a steep and impossible incline. Her body ached and she was vaguely aware of a huge manly form hovering over her. Her legs were wide apart. A wet aroma, strange and delicious; a soft pressure she vaguely remembered placing there an eternity ago, and she hungered. She hungered deep inside her contracting womb as though she were a ravenous animal in a zoo waiting to be fed. Other animals were being fed and she could hear the cries of hungry feasting in the distance, adjacent room: The continued chuckling and hooting of the other men.
Lisa's face was contorted in complete rapture, her lips pursed in a wetly rounded oval shape omitting wisping groans of half-conscious pleasure from around the soft pinkness of her tongue, circling moistly around the outside of her mouth.
He looked down between their two bodies and could see his giant, throbbing hardness pressed heavily into the liquid saturated folds of her pink and open cunt. The silken softness of her pubic hair surrounded the stump-like pole of flesh in a lustful mixture of blonde and glistening red that caused his cock to throb involuntarily against her.
"Ooooooooooh," she groaned unconsciously as she felt the moist contact grow closer.
He strained for all he was worth against the all consuming desire to ram forward at that very moment and impale her instantaneously like a ravished youthful goddess on a stake. There was so much of her that he had not tasted, and he wanted it all. He looked down at her firm breasts swaying out gently towards her ribs and quivering slightly with each soulful gasp that came from her mewling throat, and slithered forward, straddling her with one leg on either side of her ribs, and gently placed his throbbing cock in the narrow cleft between them so that her warm flesh enclosed his pulsing shaft on both sides.
Her eyes opened momentarily but flicked shut again... quickly, afraid of the strange spell that hung over the room, her mouth open, crooning softly into the dim candle light.
Mike's hands shook as he reached down and crushed the soft resilient mounds between his strong sinewy fingers, making tiny ridges of white that stood up between his thick, coarse knuckles. He kneaded and stretched at the breasts, watching them ooze through his hands like firm, flaccid foam rubber, soft, yet springing back into voluptuous shape the moment his pressure lifted. He pushed them together so that they met across her body and formed a velvety, yielding tunnel in which his cock was sensuously entrapped. He pressed them hard so that the nipples met at the top and then began a gentle rocking motion thrusting the whole rigidity of his body through the warm, flaccid channel formed by the firm creaminess of Lisa's ardently aroused breasts. As he pushed, the bulbous head of his cock appeared at the far end of the warmly soft tunnel and brushed gently against her chin, leaving a tiny spot of moisture from the seminal fluid seeping from his excitement. It was electrifying!
There was just one thing more before he fucked her.
His eyes locked on her full red sensuous lips, still muttering nothings into the air from her tortured need. They were wet and moist from her tongue swirling around them as she lay suffering beneath him in unfulfilled desire.
He wanted to shove his cock down in between them and shuddered at the mere thought of that moistly warm cavern closing around his throbbing hardness, causing him to almost cum between her breasts.
He placed both hands gently down behind her head and lifted her off the bed, bending her neck up toward him so that her face and mouth were poised directly in front of the palpitating head of his cock. He pushed forward slightly, his buttocks rolling on the cushion of her breasts, until the tip of his penis was pressed gently between her slightly open lips. He groaned as he felt the moistly pink surfaces brush gently against the sensitive skin of his cock-head. Her lips closed at the first touch and he held his breath waiting for a sudden cry of protest... but none came.
Instead her lips fell limply open and her head pressed forward of its own volition. The movement caught Mike by surprise as he thought she was beyond moving at all, and he watched with unbelieving delight as the tight, rounded ovals of sensual pinkness enclosed over the tightly stretched skin of his cock. He had never in his wildest dreams ever thought he would see the day when he could look down and see his long hard muscle skewering into the face of a nice young girl like this one, particularly one as beautiful and innocent as Lisa... and she was enjoying it, too!
She had started using her tongue, slowly at first, and he could feel it swiping around him, causing his cock to jerk inside her mouth. Her lips were soft and smooth and clasped tightly to him in a close elastic ring. He could feel them with pained intensity moving down his prick and taking as much of him as she could in her mouth, and surrounding him with the warm moistness of her saliva and the tender inner flesh of her tongue. He pressed his hands on either side of her hollowing cheeks and pressed inwards.
She began to suck him with a wet, nibbling pressure and her tongue licked and curled around him as though she had done this a thousand times, and all the hunger burning deep in her vagina was now concentrated in one great gust of sensation in her mouth. Mike, above her flailing head, groaned incoherently and pushed his hands tight against her cheeks.
He wanted her to make him cum and he wanted her to swallow it so that she would know later that he had bent her completely to his will; that he had dominated her as she would never be dominated again.
His loins were growing hot and sweat snaked down between his legs and still she sucked, burying her face between his muscled thighs until he knew it was the end. The pressure building in his balls slapping against her chin as she worked in unconscious passion was excruciating and unbearable, and his cock seemed to inflate and lengthen beyond anything it had ever done before.
And then, suddenly, there was a jerk in his loins and nothing in this world could have stopped the liquid white flow that was rushing like a waterfall up from his aching nut-nest and out the tip of his jerking penis. He gripped her head tight between his hands and shoved his cock deep into her throat. She groaned beneath him as the first needle-thin spurt of hot, fiery liquid flooded into the back of her mouth, filling the warmly moist cavity, bloating and stretching her cheeks until they almost burst. Her throat worked gluttonously, swallowing and sputtering to keep pace with the spasmodic rhythmic cadence of his ejaculating instrument. She had to keep up, to keep swallowing regularly in order to avoid choking on the white, sticky semen as it came splattering into the back of her throat as he relentlessly emptied his balls into the depths of her gullet.
Mike's body quivered above her as he felt the last of his masculinity drained from his rapidly deflating penis. He was momentarily exhausted and had to brace himself with his hands tangled in her hair to keep from falling to the side of the bed. He started to lift himself from her, but to his amazement, she would not let his deflated organ escape from between her wet sucking lips. She continued to milk gently with her mouth, undulating her buttocks behind him down into the bed and rubbing her legs hungrily together as he watched with disbelief the thin tiny trails of white cum spiraling down the corners of her mouth to her chin below. He had never felt anything like this. He felt completely drained of all the strength and desire he ever possessed.
Suddenly, his cock began to thicken again in the soft, slippery warmth of her mouth. She licked it and bit it gently, seeming to take delight in her power to bring it to life again so quickly after its cataclysmic collapse.
Mike's limp rod had grown once more to full size. And after I thought I could never make love again as long as I lived. He felt desire begin to rekindle in his loins. She continued to nibble for a moment longer, swiping her slippery tongue outwards, around and around the tip she was certain the entire organ was restored to its full length and power, and then she let her head fall back heavily on the bed.
The rejuvenated instrument slipped wetly from the grip of her mouth, but a thin string of semen still connected her lips to Mike's cock. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at him through smoky desire-ridden pupils and pleaded in a desperate whisper: "Fuck me."
She was ready and there was no need to prepare her now. He paused but a moment to part the blonde wool of her pubis, now wet with excited secretions, with the head of his penis and then with one long smooth stroke he rammed forward into her all the way up to her cervix. There was not the slightest resistance now from the number of times she had been fucked since they had abducted her, and he could feel the smooth, wet walls of her cunt clamping around his cock so moistly and firmly it almost drove him crazy.
"Oooooh," she moaned and sang as he felt her entire insides swell and flower open to receive him deep in her womb.
She was groaning and murmuring incoherently now as he began viciously to pumping his cock in and out of her, gritting his teeth with desire, grunting occasionally, and gyrating his hips in such a manner as to keep himself firmly in touch with the precious flesh of her inner wet tunnel. Her body followed him and began to move in wild abandoned jerks.
"Ooooh, God, yes, yes," she cried up into the room as he slithered his strong, sinewy hands under the wildly pumping cheeks of her ass and cupped them tightly, raising them up off the bed for greater access to her open and pleading loins.
He squirmed down into her from that position with all his strength and could feel the smooth, raw flesh of her cunt grasping and clamping onto him, and then unclasping and letting him slide. He fucked into her from the tips of his toes and rammed the last inch of thick hard cock, thundering up her hole, bringing a new ecstatic moan from her lips that resounded through the room like the cry of a wounded and dying animal. Her nostrils flared again and her eyes, open wide now, gazed, glassy-eyed and unseeing, up into the darkness, a wild and unsatiated desire burning lustfully in them.
He pulled his head back so that he could watch the girl's face. It was something he did not want to miss, the sudden and humiliating surrender of her whole being to a poor man who had snatched her from the park, in the middle of the night, and fucked the shit out of her without ceremony in the back seat of a car.
And now... now she was twisting and writhing beneath him, unable to control her wild desire to be fucked and humiliated by that very same man. Her face was wildly contorted with passion and her lips bared back tightly over her teeth with greater and more desperate sounds, robot-like, from deep in her savagely heaving chest. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, her nails clawed desperately into his back, slithered down and dug demoniacally into his muscular thrusting buttocks as they pounded down into her open and unprotected, vulnerable pussy.
Wet smacking noised resounded through the room with each cruel, pile-driving lunge he made into her and blended in tempo to the sounds coming from the living room where the other men were cackling drunkenly and slovenly.
The sound of Lisa's mewling resounding in his hot ears drove Mike to greater desire to heap all the obscene indignities he could on the girl. He ran his hands from the smooth hollowing cheeks of her ass down to her thighs and between them to the soft, soaked pubic hair surrounding her cunt to feel the clinging lips of flesh which held and throbbed around his prick like a tight rubbery mouth, running with moisture, and overflowing wetly down the wide-split crevice of her ass.
"Oh, oh, deeper, harder, fuck me, fuck me," she begged, gasping as if she were close to death. She was nearing orgasm and swung her soft, tender thighs up and wound them voluptuously around his back, waving her ass in uncontrolled abandon from side to side and spiraling her cunt on his plunging and thickly growing prick.
"I'm cummming! I'm cummmming!" she suddenly squealed with a high-pitched gasp of intense passion and locked her ankles in a death grip high up behind his laboring back. At the same time her arms snaked tightly around his neck and smashed her openly abandoned mouth to his. Mike could still taste the pungent flavor of his own sperm that he had spurted into her throat such a short time ago. Her body arched and she held tight to him, not moving but quivering and jerking around him in a pulsating rhythm that spewed her orgasmic fluid out around his driving cock and down the wide-split crevice of her ass, soaking his balls as they slapped hard into her tiny puckered anus.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh," he rasped and groaned and increased the viciousness of his strokes so that his pelvis smacked like a wooden paddle hard against the ragged pink flanges on her mound. His hardened cock dipped... deep... down into the far, far remote hidden recesses of her undulating belly.
He had to cum or he would die!
He gasped into the moistness of her mouth, felt the bursting at his loins, heard her whimpering cry and the tightening of her arms around his neck, and then, with a deep, soul-shattering grunt that went on and on into her mouth, he exploded inside her, shooting his hot liquid sperm deep into the volatile depths of her open and receptive womb.
He rolled off of her sweat-soaked body, noticing her chest as it continued to heave with the effort of the final orgasm. Here and there were little sweaty curls of pubic and chest hair matted to her soft, girlish belly, and to her voluptuously moist breasts, sweat-soaked with the act of hot, passionate coitus.
He wanted to say something nice but there was nothing he could think of. They were worlds apart again, just as suddenly as they'd been momentarily linked with the ardour of their two bodies.
He saddened at the thought that the only equalizer between them now lay limp and wet between his thighs. He reached down and pulled the ragged, filthy blanket up over both of them and turned his back on the girl as they attempted to find peace in sleep.
He wondered as he began to doze if the plan to ransom this lovely girl, and terrific piece of ass was going to work, and he pondered what he would do in the event that the plan failed. He realized that death was not a possibility totally out of the question.
Mike put thoughts out of his mind and surrendered to restless sleep.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Lisa awoke to bright sunshine the next morning. At first she lay still, her blurred eyes looking toward the ceiling in confused thought.
Where was she?
The low forest mists surrounding the cabin created an air of tranquility that permeated the atmosphere like an EXOTIC perfume, a strange one she had never smelled before, raw and savage. She started to move and then groaned under her breath. Her muscles were sore between her thighs, and she lay still again until the pain went away.
Her stomach felt funny. It was all warm inside as though there were a gently glowing coal implanted there which did not burn but still emitted a soft, soothing heat.
She moved her arms to stretch and suddenly froze!
There was someone next to her. She held her breath and turned her head sideways. Her mouth gaped open when her eyes suddenly focused in the early morning light on a muscular man's body lying on the bed next to her.
And then she remembered!
It all came back to her. She clenched her eyes tightly shut and remembered it all. The beginning... with the other three men viciously raping her, the night in the car, and then last night. She had succumbed to those sensations, her inhibitions and prejudices totally destroyed by the ordeal she'd been through in the last two days. And she remembered, too, the eruption in her belly as Mike had spewed hot sperm deep up inside her belly, and she had urged him on with her lips, with her thighs, and with her hips. That was where the heat and the warmth had come from that she still felt so vividly on this morning in her belly. It was the great pool of sperm he'd emptied into her that made her feel that way.
Vague fears of becoming pregnant by him flickered through her mind but were overshadowed by the sudden realization and humiliation of knowing that she'd wanted it. She had begged him to do it to her and had urged him on-him, her captor!-with all her physical gifts offered like a whore he could have dragged from the streets. She was afraid of the others and that excused her submitting to him, but nothing could excuse her sudden lapse into an uncontrollable passion that deadened her every sense of righteousness.
Mike stirred next to her, sat up and without a word stood and stretched, pulled on his pants, walked out of the bedroom and went in to the living room. A moment later he returned and said, "I have to leave you here for a while. You'll be okay. Pete's gonna be here in the living room if you need anything."
"P-P-Pete?"
"I see you speak his language," quipped Mike. "Oh, God, no, please-"
"I need the others. We're going to get your ransom. And then... " Mike ripped the tattered blanket in long strips and bound her hands and tied one ankle to the foot of the iron bed.
"Pete!" he hollered in to the living room, and the moronic half-wit reported front and center. "If she needs anything," continued Mike, "you give it to her. And hands off, Pete! Or when I get back, I'll kill you. You hear me? I'll kill you."
"I g-g-get ya, boss," said Pete, his eyes wandering left and right and landing on the young girl tied to the bed post. "I g-g-get ya alright."
"Okay. We'll be back. You jest take care a' her. She's our meal ticket, you understand?"
"Y-y-yeah," he stammered, "I understand."
She watched the man who'd come to mean her protection, disappear out the door of the bedroom, and a few moments later she heard the car pulling away. She was tied up and alone in the cabin with a half-wit, sadist moron, with about as much chance of escape as a field mouse in a cage with a cobra.
Pete wasted no time at all. He let the curtains fall into place over the window as the dust from the departing vehicle was still settling and then he turned back to Lisa. "Y-Y-You and me are g-g-gonna have some fun, h-h-honey."
"Pete," she protested quickly, "Mike said no fooling around."
"Ah, h-h-he's not gonna care once he gets all that money for you. I'm g-g-gonna have some fun n-n-now. Everyone else did, eh?"
Lisa had never felt more naked and frightened in her life. She was at the mercy of the idiot, and there was nothing to be done about it. Her flesh still stung from where she'd been beaten the night before and she'd rather die than put up with more pain.
"Spread your legs," said Pete, coming up close. "I w-w-want them spread," he repeated, lighting up a cigarette and puffing heavily on it. He leaned down close and brushed his hands across the top of her almost totally bare thigh, his calloused palm working a fresh chill into her loins. "You have to open your legs," he said, staring at that portion of her woolly pubic hair which stuck out from between her closed thighs. He brought the cigarette up next to her leg and put the burning end up close to her loin. "I want you open, lady," he commanded. Pete yanked her upwards while removing a knife from his shirt pocket, and slashed the bond holding her to the bed, what little clothing was left on her now fully exposed young body. She rolled over and went face down where the night before Mike had screwed her. She lay there quivering and fearful, full of humiliation and disgust at the terrible possibility that she would now be violated one more time by the half-wit, Pete.
Oh God, would this horrible nightmare never end? she wondered. I'd rather die. But no more pain. No more pain.
She heard Pete's clothing drop hurriedly from his body as she remembered hearing Mike's the night before, and suddenly she found herself wishing it were him again. At least he'd been human and gentle about it and for some strange, unknown reason she had responded. Now there was nothing but the shame and the humiliation of lying there on the filthy bed, while the idiot Pete finally got his way with her, preparing yet another indignity for her aching, wracked flesh.
She jerked as suddenly as she felt hands on her buttocks. "Look at that," Pete was mouthing, "I kin fuck you here," he moaned on, building his own passion to a point where it was ready to burst. The hands were replaced by wild, slavering lips coursing all around her smooth oval buttocks. He was biting into them without control, bringing tiny gasps of pain from her as she screwed her pelvis down into the mattress to try and escape. Pete spread Lisa's ass-cheeks apart with his thumbs and she could feel his long, thick tongue sliding down and licking into her hotly sweating crevice.
Lisa felt lewd and obscene, naked and exposed to all the world as the crazed kidnapper hovered over buttocks and violently plunged at the tiny brown puckered hole. But she didn't care now. Nothing was important as long as she escaped his burning cigarette.
There was a pressure against her ankles and she did not resist as she felt her legs pulled open wide until the tips of her toes were hanging down on either side of the double bed. Then the moronic half-wit's finger began to work again at her asshole and she jerked automatically from the sudden pain.
"R-R-Relax," he stammered. "Open it up for me. Open your ass."
Lisa gasped and pleaded silently for a second and then relaxed to be used as the demented man crouching behind her desired. She sucked in her breath as he dug at her anus with his middle finger, insinuating it slowly and methodically into the depths of her rectum. She moaned and pressed her face tight into the mattress as she felt his skewering finger plunge to the first knuckle probe sadistically. She cried out, but the scream died in her throat as she saw that his other hand still wielded the burning cigarette.
The crazy Pete's finger impaled her deeper and he began to grind down into her tightly constricted anal passage with a greater force now. Lisa jerked her buttocks involuntarily to escape the cruel probing, but her quivers only drove it deeper and deeper into her.
"Uuuuuuhhh," he grunted in guttural fashion from behind her.
He slipped his finger from her rectum with a wetly sucking noise and clasped his thick rod in his hand. He had never felt so excited in his life and his body shook as he looked down on the helpless young girl stretched beneath him, so vulnerable, so open and defenseless against him.
He had waited a long time to get his turn at her while all the others had theirs. Now it was his turn and his eyes shone in frenzied delight as he gently pulled back the foreskin on his giant cock, stroking the huge shaft to its full power. He wanted to go as deep in her as he could and show her he was just as good as Mike or anyone else. He had heard her moaning and groaning under Mike last night and he knew he could get her to do the same for him, too.
Pete lowered himself onto her back and she could feel his hands pulling the cheeks of her ass wide apart. She didn't know what he'd done with the cigarette, but any attempt to get free seemed fruitless. She could feel the tip of his cock probing her for several seconds, trying to find her tightly puckered hole.
And suddenly... !
He pushed forward and she felt a slight pop at her anus-and then-a sudden spasm of pain so unbearable that she twisted and screamed, again and again, trying with all her strength to get away, but her quick movements only helped to drive his thrusting cock deeper and deeper inside her.
She could feel the pressure of the demented criminal's body pressing down on her with pulverizing strength, pushing her down into the bed, punishing the lovely, creamy ass that bucked back up at him, trying to throw him off, but he rammed down hard and imbedded his thick, rock-hard penis all the way to the hilt in the soft flaccid tunnel of her ass.
"Aaaaaaaggghhhh, God!" she grunted in pain and continued her hopeless thrashing beneath him. She no longer felt human as the ripping cock traveled far up into her rectum. She felt as though she were split open with a knife. The pain was unbearable and she fought in wild desperation for a full minute longer against the brutal, fleshy pole sunk deep in her backside, and then, with a final groan of hopeless surrender, her strength failed. She collapsed in a limp mass of flesh beneath the pumping body of the man who had her pinned to the bed.
"Y-Y-You like it in the a-a-ass?" he sadistically chortled and stammered.
The pain in Lisa's rectum from the giant entry began to subside a little. She realized that there was only one way to bring this rear assault to a quick end.
Pete suddenly groaned as he felt the girl's anal muscles tighten around his long, hammering prick buried deep inside her. His cock throbbed harder and he couldn't believe his senses when her buttocks began a slow, methodical, rotation beneath him. He flexed his penis deep up her rectal canal in answering signal to convince his skeptical and unbelieving mind that she was responding to him. He gasped as he felt her throb and tighten around him like a warm fitting glove.
His joy knew no bounds. He had conquered her, and suddenly, gasping and moaning in a new found delight, he jerked her almost weightless body up to its knees without losing the connection, and began to saw rhythmically and deeply, far down into the velvety confines of her anus. He watched with disbelieving jubilance as the moistly pink skin of her puckered little asshole drew back with the long, hard shaft.
Lisa knelt before him and prayed, prayed that her revulsion and humiliation would not betray her to him and that she could hold out long enough to convince him he had really conquered her will. Kneeling before him she began to undulate her buttocks in small tiny circles, waving the full roundness of her cheeks back at him lasciviously. And, strangely, the tiny bit of whore in every woman suddenly broke forth in a tingle of masochistic excitement. She wasn't working for money but for her life; a means to an end and she did not fight it. She wanted to enjoy it, she had to enjoy it, or he would know she was using him. There was still pain, but it was strangely pleasurable and she found herself thrusting and squirming back to meet the obscene impalement as he jerked forward into her.
She was his now to do as he liked, for as long as he liked. And even as he rammed into her now, pornographic pictures filtered through his dim-witted mind of things he would do with her voluptuous girlish body and increased his pleasure that much more.
"Ooooooh, oooooooooh," she moaned and grunted beneath him and he pressed forward as far as he could, pulling the soft cheeks of her resilient ass flesh wide apart to allow him to go deeper, and holding it there. His massive cock was buried up her painfully expanded rectum and he suddenly gasped again. Her hand had reached down under her body and was gently cradling his balls, scraping her nails over them in a maddening, teasing motion that brought saliva running from the edges of his mouth.
"Oh, yes, darling, fuck like that," she crooned through her tightly clenched lips as he gorged into her buttocks as hard as he could and rotated the giant, blood-filled head deep around in her asshole.
Lisa could almost feel herself splitting open from the power and pressure he was exerting deep inside her but she gritted her teeth and did all the things she thought he would want her to do. She mouthed obscenities back at him and pleaded with him for more. And all the time she thrust back against him, hiding her shame and her humiliation in her grim determination to convince him that she wanted it more than anything else in the world.
And she had.
The now crazed hoodlum behind her began to fuck into her asshole with ever increasing speed. His hand ripped and pulled at the softly rounded globes like they were clay in his hands. He spread the cheeks of her ass wide apart and, with bulging eyes, watched the full length of his pistoning cock split the creaminess of her anus. His plunging rod felt as though it would burst, not just at the end, but all along the length of it where the rubbery tight walls of Lisa's rectum held it vise-like and hot. She was mumbling and whimpering inarticulately into the mattress, and mistaking these noises for cries of wanton passion, he increased the vigor and power of his strokes until he was buffeting her forward into the headboard of the bed with cruel, earth-shattering lunges.
Lisa cried out in desperate prayer, unable to stop herself in the mad scramble of the lust crazed moronic Pete who was about to complete his orgasm.
"Oh God, Oooh, God," she screamed, the sobs choking down her throat as she felt him jerk inside her and realized to her horror that the moment was approaching when he was going to explode inside her and fill her helpless and unprotected bowels with his obscene hot male semen, and there was nothing in the world she could do about it but lay kneeling in front of him like a galley slave and feign a rampant passion.
There was a muffled gurgle from behind her and she felt his throbbing cock burst like a damn with one last tremendous thrust into the back of her upraised buttocks and emptied his hot sperm in wave after wave, deep into the depths of her rectum. Lisa thought the ejaculating instrument would never stop flowing into her and could feel the hot sticky fluid overflowing around his still jerking cock, forcing out the tight nether ring of her asshole that was clamped tight around the base of his slippery shaft. Her humiliation and shame were complete. She had whored herself and didn't even know if it would save her. She gasped out a deep sigh of relief as she felt his deflated and limp penis slowly withdraw from her flooded buttocks. There was a slightly wet sucking noise as it slipped out from between the full white moons of her ass-cheeks with a lewd slurping sound. Then a sudden rush of cool air went blowing into the wetness of her loins as she remained kneeling for a moment before she collapsed on her side.
"Oh, Pete," said a familiar voice suddenly out of the dark.
The half-wit looked up with his deflated prick still dripping, to discover Mike standing in the doorway with a shotgun aimed at him. "M-M-Mike, I thought-"
"See?" Mike mocked him instantly, cocking the gun. "You shouldn't have been thinking, Pete."
The blast echoed in the forest and the half-naked man fell over, bloodied and dead, on the wooden floor of the cabin.
Mike stepped in and smiled at the young rich girl who's kidnapping he'd masterminded. "Things didn't go the way we planned, I'm afraid," he said, loading the gun with two fresh shells. "Anyhow, you best get goin' now. There's likely to be a whole lot of trouble here." He tossed her a blanket which he had over his shoulder and she caught it with one hand.
"Thanks," she said, her nightmare taking one more sudden twist before ending altogether.
She stood dumbfounded, naked, sodomized, thanking the man who'd initiated it all for giving her a blanket. Then she ran past him out into the forest in search of the road which she hoped would lead her back to civilization.
CHAPTER EIGHT - EPILOGUE
Lisa made her way through the forest to the road which led to town. She walked a great distance and then came upon a small, country store. There she traded her blanket for a old dress with a woman who gave her a knowing grin. "It's alright, honey," said the old woman, "every girl gets herself in a spot one time or another."
She had to smile about that. She wondered if the old woman had ever been in the kind of jam she had been in. It didn't matter really, nothing mattered, when you got right down to it. There wasn't any thing in the world that made much difference, not when you looked real close.
Eventually she made her way back to town. The details of her defilement became part of the case held against the hoodlums who'd kidnapped her; all but one, who was found dead, blasted by a shot-gun. "Someone saved us a whole lot of trouble," was the Sheriffs remark.
When she saw David again a few weeks later she couldn't quite bring herself to ask him if she was still his girl. He had a kind of crazed look in his eyes after reading the papers about how Lisa had been kidnapped and violated. "I'd kill them," he said, "I'd kill him for you, Lisa."
She only wondered if it were possible.
Two years later the kidnapping was old news, and Lisa had moved to a town far away from the country club and poverty of her late adolescence. And a year after that she married an insurance salesman.
And sometimes, late at night, even with her husband holding her in the dark, she would sob uncontrollably at the memory of her terrible humiliation as a teenage captive. No one was ever able to tell her that she hadn't experienced life, but she'd have gladly traded that terrifying knowledge of the world for just about anything at all.
