Roberta VickersCHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
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Roberta Vickers
Raped teenager
CHAPTER ONE
Karen pulled the blouse tight around her body. Posing in front of the mirror delighted her. She gazed at the trim figure she saw reflected. The impudent tits poking firmly against the thin material clearly allowed the girl's nipples to appear as two tiny mushrooms. The knockers themselves weren't small. They were ample, more than ample if the way the studs in the high school looked at her was any guide.
The tight jeans looked as if they had been painted on her. The denim was stretched to the breaking point, especially around the smooth curve of her flaring ass. Trim legs were sheathed in the material to leave her bare feet poking out beneath.
She turned around a couple times and decided she looked good, damned good. No bragging, just simple fact.
And for the thousandth time, she wished her parents hadn't dragged her along on this silly vacation. They were both lushes and their idea of fun was getting plastered. There was nothing for her to do except sit and watch. There weren't even any boys around where her old man usually stopped the camper for the night.
Karen looked out over the desert. The mountains weren't too far distant. They might as well have been a million miles away. The desert was desolate, lonely and barren.
No boys anywhere.
Her mother was finishing off a bottle of cheap bourbon. Her father had already started on his second of the day. Since both were well on the way to being totally out of it, she decided to just leave and wander around a little bit before going to bed.
Karen didn't even bother to answer when her father drunkenly called out, "Where the fuck you going?"
The tinny door of the camper slammed behind her, cutting off the noise of him arguing with her mother. That went on constantly. She was more interested in the way the cool desert air caressed her body, dried off the sweat and made her feel good again.
Even the sand under her bare feet felt good. Experiencing all the sensations possible was where it was at. This was why she felt so cut off from everything on this silly vacation. No people anywhere. Boring.
A hundred paces down the road she heard the camper door slam open and a drunken voice shouting, "Goddamn, you have to go an' pass out on me? I'm horny, dammit. So fucking Goddamn horny I'd screw a skunk if I could find one."
Her father fell out of the camper to land on the ground. Karen didn't even bother looking back to see if he was hurt. He was so juiced he'd just slide on down to the ground. And with a fifth of booze in him, he was anesthetized within an inch of his life.
It came as a complete shock to her when a rough hand grabbed her by the arm. She spun and faced her father.
"What is it?" she demanded. "I was just going for a walk."
"Wanna drink?" He shoved the half empty bottle at her.
"I wouldn't touch that filthy stuff. Not after what it's done to you and Mom."
"What d'ya mean? Good stuff. Your mother's passed out on me. Horny. Damn horny." His hands clawed at her blouse.
She slapped away the paw and took a step back. This wasn't the way he usually was. She'd never seen him quite so drunk – or blatantly lustful. Karen wasn't quite sure what she should do.
"Let me help you back to the camper. You can sleep it off." She put her arm under his and supported his bulk. Grunting, she said, "You sure do stink from that rot gut."
She shouldn't have approached the man. He used his weight to push her to the ground. Trapped under his body, she struggled uselessly. His hands lacked coordination but had all his passions backing them. He succeeded in ripping open her blouse. It was instantly apparent she wasn't wearing a bra.
"Goddamn, what a set of knockers."
He slobbered a little and buried his face between the twin mounds of titflesh. Karen struggled, trying to get her father off her. She couldn't. Whether it was instinct or cunning, she couldn't tell, but he effectively held her down.
The girl felt his rough tongue working back and forth in the deep canyon between her jugs. It was a good feeling, no matter whose tongue was there. The rough, wet tongue licked up and down the soft skin several times before starting up one of the snowy white cones. In the light from the rising moon, the trail of saliva glowed. She looked down and could see where the man's tongue had been. The gleam on her tit was as exciting as it was disgusting to her.
"Get off me!" she shouted. The words vanished into the quiet of the desert.
His mouth reached the top of her naked tit. He sucked in the now turgid nipple and began to play with it. His tongue slithered back and forth over the nubbin until the girl was moaning. The pleasure spearing into her body offset her desire to get rid of the smelly old man. It had been a long time since she'd found a good lay.
But she wasn't going to screw her father. That was incest. The thought repulsed her. She could have puked when she took a deep breath, smelled stale liquor and sweat. There was no doubt she had momentarily been swept away by the tonguing of her knockers, but that was gone. She'd come to her senses now.
"Off, damn you!"
His hands fumbled at the front of her jeans. She began fighting him in earnest now but it did no good. He was too strong for her. The girl was almost sobbing by the time he ripped off her jeans and dragged them down her slender legs.
In the full moonlight, her naked skin gleamed like ivory-pale white, lovely, more gorgeous than anything the man had ever seen before. The smooth flesh of her inner thighs beckoned to him. He ripped off the cotton panties with a singe motion.
She cried out again at the pain. A bright red welt appeared at the waistline where the elastic on her panties had been. The agony was just beginning for her. She knew he was going to rape her. She used her fists to pound at him. It did no good. Her father was too strong and could take any punishment she could mete out to him.
The sand under her naked ass began to grind into her tender flesh. The slightest motion sent arrows of agony through her body. She struggled harder to get away.
As long as he held her tit in his mouth, she was scared he would bite the nipple off. His mouth was fastened like an eel's to her tender boobs. And his hands were mauling her constantly. He grabbed for her other tit and clutched at it. No matter how she turned, he was always there, following her, even anticipating her moves.
She told herself to keep her legs tightly closed. Don't give him a chance to get into the goodies. He was hornier than hell and if he saw her pussy, it would drive him absolutely berserk with lust.
The moonlight betrayed her. It was so bright it cast shadows. When her bush moved out of a shadow into the full lunar light, he saw the fleecy covering on her pussy mound.
"Hey, look at that!"
"Stop! Stop it, damn you!" She flailed out with little effect.
"Gonna fuck that little pussy. Gonna fuck it good!"
He opened his fly and let his cock spring out. In the moonlight it was an ugly red bludgeon. In horror, the girl saw the purpled head dancing around like a snake's head looking for a spot to strike. She pulled her legs even closer together.
He leaned forward on her tit, brutally mashing it flat. She yelped in pain as her entire body was flooded with the knife of agony. Unconsciously, she allowed her legs to open up just a little. Just a little; not much. But enough. In a flash, he was between hex legs thrusting forward with his dork.
She screamed again as his cock smashed into the soft flaps of her pussy
lips. The meaty battering ram of prick sailed all the way up her dry twat. The torment was incredible. She'd never been fucked before her cunt was nice and juicy. The pain was almost too much to bear.
"You're Goddamn dry, you little bitch," he mumbled. "Gotta fix that up. Right now."
He took the half-consumed bottle of bourbon and began pouring it all over his cock and into her pussy. She shivered as the stinging alcohol burned and gouged at her tender flesh. It didn't seem to bother the man at all. He just laughed when he saw how much it was hurting the girl.
"No kid of mine's gonna be such a sissy!"
He pistoned hard up her cunt again. His fucking lacked finesse. It was simple animal coupling. No love, no emotion except lust. She knew he was ripping her apart. She could feel blood begin to flow where he was cramming his dry cock – even worse, where the booze penetrated her body.
The astringent property of the liquor set her guts on fire. The girl's sex lips were so tender the lightest touch made her cringe. The grinding of her ass against the desert sand added to her pain. Most of all, the humiliation of being raped by her own father crashed into her brain. There was nothing left for her.
Raped. Degraded. Humiliated.
She was being used like something he would get from a store. Worse, he was taking her for granted – taking what he wanted and to hell with what she felt.
"Shut up the crying, damn you. This is good!"
He started fucking her dry hole with more force. His cock rammed into a powder-dry cunt. That was bad. It got worse. Grains of sand were trapped by the booze on his cock. They were carried into her cunt.
Inside, they chaffed and cut at her sensitive snatch. Each grain felt like a boulder inside her. The movement of the prick back and forth further tore her pussy up.
Alcohol burned. Sand cut. His cock surged far into her twat. He seemed intent on fucking her no matter what happened.
She remembered the old line: if rape is inevitable, why not lie back and enjoy it?
The teenager wasn't a virgin. She'd had her cherry popped almost a year earlier on a date at the drive-in. That had been scary but in a nice way. Looking back at it, the entire scene was almost comic, the two bodies passionately wrestling in the back seat of the car.
But this wasn't funny. There was nothing but fright in her now. She tried to roll with the screwing, get into the mood and not fight it. There was no way she could do it. In spite of this, she felt a thin trickle of cunt juice begin to flow. This helped grease her sex-slot a little.
In the moonlight, everything looked unreal. The shadows were heavy and her father's body stood out in sharp blacks and indistinct whites. All that was clear was his face. He leered down at her. His body was totally consumed by lust as surely as his brain was fogged over with booze. He had found a tight pussy and he was going to fuck it. No matter what, no matter that it was his own daughter's.
"Good," he groaned. "Startin' to juice over, huh?" His hips became like a machine. He slammed fiercely forward into her belly. His cock was a white hot spike driving far into her guts.
She tried to escape him again. The sand cut and clawed at her back, tore the akin from her ass. She tried hunching up off the desert only to find that this allowed her father to fuck her even deeper.
That was sheer torture. The sand on his cock had worked its way deep into her twat. The alcohol was mostly evaporated by now, but it left its lingering pain behind. It had burned like iodine on an open cut. And for the first time she saw she was bleeding.
The girl didn't know what had ripped her delicate flesh. It could have been the dry humping. The sand could have slashed her pussy lips. Or it might have been the entrance of his too-big cock into her almost virgin-tight cunt.
She was too possessed by pain to figure it out. She only knew he was still ramming his prick far up into her belly. Every time his body slammed into hers, he twisted a little, grinding his crotch into hers.
In a way, this was the most pleasant thing. He was stimulating her clit. But the odd sensations assaulting her mind were so confusing! Pleasure from her go-button, but pain from the entry of his cock into her still dry quim. Pleasure from feeling his hands roughly handling her boobs, but incredible agony from the sand abrading her cunt walls.
"Go, man, go!" he grunted urging himself on. As he continued the fast-paced fucking, he reached for his discarded bottle. Off balance, he tumbled over.
This gave the teenager a chance to push him away and try to scramble free. She didn't get far. His hands clamped firmly on her slender ankle. He pulled her in, a fish on a line.
"You're not going nowhere. Not till I'm finished with you!" He took a deep pull out of the bottle, draining it. "Damn. Empty. But I'm gonna fill you up, girl. Wait and see!"
He stood, his cock lewdly dancing and jerking in front of his body. As if hypnotized, the girl couldn't take her eyes off it. Yanking hard, he spread her legs once more. He dropped to the desert floor and pulled her twat nearer to his prick. The fight made it appear to be ten times larger than it was. A cold shudder passed through the terrified girl's body.
"Why are you doing this to me? I'm your daughter, your daughter! Damn you, damn you!"
"No daughter of mine swears like that. Just a tight little cunt, that's what you are!"
His cock speared into her tender quim again. She screamed in pain. He ignored her and fucked faster. He was getting into the tempo of his crude lovemaking. His cock was beginning to glow white-hot. He felt good as the heat seethed all around his length.
The girl's cunt gripped and pulled at the skin of his dork. It crinkled up his foreskin and exposed die most sensitive part of his cock. He liked the way the friction built up every time he drove mercilessly into her tight hole.
His balls collapsed into a tiny round sac. The lead-heavy jizz trapped inside began to boil. He was getting off on this a lot. He felt his cock being sucked into the teenager's twat, felt the last of the alcohol stinging his dick. Most of all, the sand grinding into his shaft, trapped between his cock and her pussy walls, really turned him on.
He never thought what it might be doing to the girl.
She was about ready to pass out from the pain. She didn't think she could endure any more. Being raped was bad. Being raped by her own father, her own flesh and blood, was terrible. It was incest.
The very word made her sob in humiliation.
But the pain – that tore her apart. Her legs were spread wide. The man leaned forward, his hands pressing into the soft flesh of her thighs. He made certain she couldn't close her cunt to him. He kept up excruciating pressure on her crotch. She wasn't going to deity him anything. The girl wished she could transfer just a little of the pain to him. That would give him a taste of his own medicine.
"You're getting tighter, ain't ya?"
"Why?" she pleaded, knowing it would do no good. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"You got pussy and I want a piece of ass."
That answer seemed enough for the man. He continued fucking her. Her cunt juice began to flow. The girl tried to encourage it by thinking sexy thoughts. The effort failed. There was nothing turning her on – just the reverse.
She felt the creamy load of his jism blasting out into her cunt. For the first time since he poured the booze into her twat, her cunt walls had the proper lubrication. The passage of his cock back and forth in her tunnel of love was eased.
The slickness caused by his cum allowed her to relax, to push away some of the pain she felt. The fucking was almost pleasant then – almost. The sand still ripped and tore at the flesh on her curvy ass and the man's hands still clawed wildly at her boobs. But the agony of him driving a huge dong in and out of a dry cunt was gone.
She shivered a little and locked her legs around his waist. It took some of the pressure off her.
"So you're getting off on this, huh? Wanton slut!" He mistook her self-protective moves for enjoyment.
She didn't care. As long as he finished with her soon, she would do anything. S
obbing out an incoherent plea for him to stop seemed to drive the man into a frenzy.
"You're enjoying this, is that it? You're actually getting off on this in a big way, huh?"
He continued fucking her. He thought she was having an orgasm. It couldn't have been farther from the truth, but the teenager was in no position to explain. All she wanted in the entire world was for him to stop this degrading act.
Incest. Screwing his own daughter.
She cried openly now. As the sobs racked her body, her cunt muscles contracted a little. She felt his limp dick slip out of her twat. He wouldn't be able to fuck her any more for a while. That was her salvation.
"Damn cunt!" he snarled. He picked up the discarded liquor bottle and began jamming it into her crotch.
She felt the neck of the bottle, cold and hard, against her sex lips. When it actually entered her cunt, she passed out. The blackness washed over her like the waters of the sea engulfing a deserted share.
CHAPTER TWO
She didn't know how long she had lain there in the desert, unconscious. It might have been hours. The moon was low on the horizon. She didn't know if it was setting or if she'd just blacked out for a few seconds. Whatever the answer, her father was gone and she was alone.
Alone with a bottle jammed into her cunt.
Knowing how dangerous this might be, she carefully worked the bottle loose from her flesh. It hurt terribly. Never in her short life could she remember such agony.
With a wet smucking noise, the bottle came free.
She looked at the neck of the glass for a moment, then shivered. There was enough blood on it to give a full transfusion. She just hoped she wasn't bleeding so badly she might die.
She explored her cunt. Gently, she thrust her middle finger up her manhole until she found the source of the blood. It was a tiny scratch, not too bad she thought. It stung whenever she touched it. She found the reason: a tiny grain of sand.
Karen managed to clean out her quim. It was slow work because she didn't want to push the gains of sand deeper into her belly. At long last, she succeeded in getting all the debris out of her twat. Her box yeas banged up worse than it had ever been.
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