As she relaxed, he stroked up and down his cunt-juice-lubricated prick a couple times, saying, "You don't deserve this. Not you, baby doll. Not you."
A white bullet spurted from the tip of his cock and splattered on her naked pussy mound. The blonde fur was quickly matted by the continuing blast of cum from his erupting dick. Soon she was completely soaked with his creamy cum.
He stood up, shook off the last droplet of his jism and said, his voice harsh, "You're not good enough for the leader of the Maniacs. Not for the leader of this club, baby doll."
Turning, Big Ed motioned to Knuckles. "You been real alert tonight. You caught her. You can use her."
Without another word, Big Ed turned his back and walked off, leaving Karen to state in abject fright up at Knuckles. The broken-toothed grin marring his face sent cold chills throughout her body.
CHAPTER THREE
"That's right nice of Big Ed, don't you think, blondie?" His body was huge and menacing above her. She'd never felt more frail, more helpless than now.
"Wh-what are you going to do to me?"
"Hell, I don't know. Seems like this is still untainted by any of Big Ed's jizz." He crammed a thick finger into her twat.
She cried out as she felt the rough finger surge into her tender pussy and begin wiggling around. A rusty nail up her cunt wouldn't have felt any worse. With her hands tied, she couldn't do much to stop this evil man from doing what he wanted with her. But she tried. Karen had to.
He laughingly slapped her flat onto the ground. The sandy soil pound into her back, her ass, her legs. The roughness threatened to rip her tender body to ribbons.
"You like my finger up your cunt, don't you? Don't you?" He powerfully jammed his hand toward her snatch. The pain rocketed into her body and caused the blackness to creep around the edges of her vision again. How she wanted to pass out!
If she blacked out on them, her body wouldn't betray her like it had with Big Ed. She wouldn't be embarrassed that she actually wanted his cock inside her, fucking her, making her feel small and weak and worthless. Karen couldn't understand that sensation. It was something to fight off until she could think about it more.
All she wanted now was to escape the bikers' camp.
It didn't look hopeful.
"I don't like the looks of them rags you got on, blondie, I think I'll do you a favor and get rid of them for you. You won't even have to put them in a Goodwill box or nothin'."
A meaty paw reached out and seized the cloth at her neck. A mighty tug ripped the cloth away from her body. Again and again he ripped the fabric, until she lay naked on the sand.
Looking up, she saw all the men leering at her. It was obvious they were going to do with her whatever they wanted. And from the bulges in the crotches of their dingy jeans, it was apparent what they wanted.
They were going to gang-rape her after they'd let their leaders get their kicks.
Knuckles said, "How long a train can you pull?"
"Huh?" She didn't understand him. "What do you mean?"
"How long a train? How many guys can you fuck before you dry up here?" He twisted his wrist and drilled his finger even deeper into her cunt to show what he meant.
"Y-you're all going to rape me?"
"Hell no, sweetie pie. You're going to ask us to make kind, gentle passionate love to you. All night long!"
They all laughed and she knew she'd never leave the camp alive. That thought gave her strength. If she were going to die, she could do it on her terms, not theirs. She knew they wanted to frighten her, see her crawl. That would add to their pleasure immensely.
She was terrified. There was no doubt about that. But she wasn't going to let them know it.
"Go on, then. Do what you want. But quit talking about it. Unless that's all you can do? Or do they call you Knuckles because that's all you have to stick into a woman's snatch?"
Knuckles blanched white and yanked his finger out of her twat. He doubled up his fist. To the girl, it looked more like a ham hock, it was so large. She knew one blow from this man and she'd be dead.
That was better than letting them all fuck her. "So I hit it, huh? All you got to use on a woman is your hand."
The way the men who were watching laughed, she knew Knuckles was receiving the ultimate goading she could give him. He'd have to do something. She just hoped it would be quick and put her out of her misery. It wasn't.
He cooled off, keeping his hand clenched. "They call me Knuckles because these – see 'em, cunt? – these can knock out any man here. I was gonna fuck you, but not now. Not up your slimy little cesspool where I had my finger. I'm gonna take you up your ass. That's the best place for showin' a wiseass what I think of talk like that!"
For a moment, the words didn't penetrate Karen's numbed brain. Her ass? What did he mean? As he rolled her over and pulled her hips up from the sandy ground, she realized what he meant to do.
He was going to bugger her!
She'd never had a man up her ass before. It had always seemed so repulsive to her. The thought of having a cock racing back and forth, cornholing her, was enough to terrify her anew. Never in her eighteen years had she ever felt this scared.
Hands groped all over her smooth assflesh. Knuckles was exploring the territory where he was going to anally rape her. She didn't mind the way his hands moved; it was sexy. But the thought of what he was ultimately going to do to her was awful.
"That's the way, Knuckles. Don't let her make an ass out of you!" came a voice from the back of the onlookers.
"Yeah. She's a real pain in the ass. Show her what a real pain in the ass is like!"
There were other comments, but Karen didn't hear them. All she heard was Knuckles low, menacing voice in her ear. "Like this? Like the way my hands are fondling those little asscheeks of yours? Like it!"
He gripped a double handful of her ass and twisted. She was certain he would rip her apart then and there. The pain blasting down into her body was more intense than any she could imagine ever feeling. She was getting a lesson in pain this night. First the bottle rammed up her twat. Then came the humiliation of being fucked by a man while others watched and leered and made dirty comments. The worst part was that he didn't want to cum in her cunt; he'd jacked off into her pussy fur.
The meaty finger returned, this time entering her cunt from the rear. With her knees under her, she had to keep her ass up and waggling in the air where the man wanted it. She could barely move as long as he kept her pressed down and her hands tied firmly.
He swirled the finger around in her still juicy twat a few times and pulled it out with a tiny pop! She couldn't see him but she knew he was making obscene gestures with it from the way the men laughed.
"About a quart low," she heard him say.
Then her entire body was racked with pain as he thrust his finger against her tightly clenched anal sphincter. The greedy little muscle wasn't about to let any male invader up her rectum. It was puckered tight and defied entry.
It did no good. The greasy finger – greased with her very own juices – and the force with which he shoved it guaranteed the entry all the way up her spine. As the man's finger drilled deep into her guts, she shrieked out, "Ohhhhhh, it huuuurts so baaad!"
"Yeah, baby doll, I bet it does. Just wait till you feel my cock rammed up there. My finger's nothin' in comparison to that!"
The thought of having his cock twisting around up her virgin asshole was too much. She momentarily blacked out. When she came back to the reality of her dilemma, she didn't have any idea how long it had been. From the lewd comments of the men circling them, it wasn't long enough. He still hadn't fucked her ass like he'd promised.
She felt his grip tighten on her assflesh. He seemed determined to twist off chunks of the doughy flesh and knead them. She was certain his fingers were digging huge chunks of flesh from her bottom. Almost crying out in pain and humiliation, she bit down on hei lip and tasted salty blood.
Never had she found herself in a more infu
riatingly helpless position. Her rear end was up where the man could do anything he wanted. As she tried to escape, his hands damped down with all the power of a vise closing.
Trying to scurry forward, she found this was futile. He merely followed her, saying, "Go on, run. Try it. It makes me feel good seein' you try to get away!"
No matter what she did, she was only feeding his insane passions. He was going to bugger her no matter what she did. And she didn't dare allow him to do that. His huge cock would destroy her. Her asshole was simply too small to take his telephone-pole thick cock.
"Please don't do this. It won't gain you anything," she pleaded.
"Hell it won't. Anything to get my rocks off is worth it. Ain't it, guys?"
The consensus was that he was right. Many of the bikers actually cheered him on with obscene suggestions.
"Go on and ram your fist up her ass. See if you can get the whole fuckin' thing up there!"
"Hell, that's too small. Why not try and plug her onto the exhaust on your chopper. Then turn it on and watch her blow up like a frigging balloon."
Another: "Come on, mother humper and get on with it. I don't mind sloppy seconds with a chick that good-looking. And a natural blonde, can you dig it! Go on and fuck her good so I can climb aboard for my turn."
The words made her cringe. She knew what was in store for her the rest of the evening. They wouldn't let her go until all of them had their chance. They'd gang bang her and then cast her aside just as her father had. But with these studs, it wasn't a matter of drunkenness. It was simply the way they saw life – women were replaceable parts, expendable if necessary, a commodity to be used and nothing more.
Used.
Used and then discarded when they no longer lusted after her.
"Shut your filthy mouths, you guys. I'm going to let her have it in my own sweet time… and up her sweet little ass!"
She cried piteously when he began fingerfucking her asshole. The thick roundness of his finger rammed in and out of her tightest passage with flesh-searing speed. The lubricants he'd piled onto his finger from her frothy cunt helped ease some of the pain of his brutal action – but not very much.
"Yeah, you're opening up to me, aren't you?" A hard, stinging slap on her upturned backside sent electric tremors arching into her body. In a strange way, the spanking was turning her on, making her body came alive, letting her ignore the other horrid things he was doing to her.
The biker began mining down a series of sharp, smarting swats on her ass. The pain brought tears to her eyes and something entirely different to her body. The warmth of her well-spanked ass radiated through her body and set the embers of lust in her belly afire again. The needs she'd felt when the other biker had wanted to fuck her were rekindled. She was turning into a sex maniac.
Humiliated, in the most embarrassing position imaginable, with her hands tied and her ass wiggling in the air, she was getting hot for the guy. She no longer wanted that finger up her ass. She wanted – needed – something more substantial.
She wanted his cock.
"Go on, damn you, go oft and get it done! Stuff it in and fuck my ass if you're going to!"
"So you want it now. Talk about blowing hot and cold!"
"Hell and damnation, shit head, she's not giving you a blow job. Just get on with it. I'm horny just watching you. And my pecker's getting cold while I'm jacking off I want it in some hot female flesh."
"Shut up," Knuckles snarled but quickly positioned himself behind the tightly puckered target of the girl's anus. With a forward shove of his hips, his glans pressed firmly against her asshole. Slow, steady pressure drove him into her guts.
She shrieked at the lightning bolts of pain burning through her body. If a railroad spike had been driven into her ass, she couldn't have felt more pain. Not only was the man long, he had one of the thickest cocks she could imagine. It spread her tender asshole until she was certain it would tear. The bleeding would surely kill her.
But her body was young and resilient. She quickly relaxed to the point where he could relax a little himself. And that tightness around him was like fucking into a surgeon's glove filled with burning-hot lava. He couldn't have found a tighter hole to fuck if he'd spent the rest of his life searching for it.
"God-fucking-damn, I don't believe this!" he gasped. "You're so fucking hot you're gonna burn it off!"
A few laughs came from the circle of men plus a couple appreciative cheers. They could hardly wait for their turn.
She felt her guts entirely filled with the man's presence. His cock was jerking and dancing around inside her, as eager as a racehorse in the starting gate. The man's cock stiffened as she moved slightly. She hadn't thought it was possible for him to get any stiffer, any longer.
She reached the point where she was enjoying the feel of his cock resting in the channel of her shit chute. The big blue vein on the top of his prick pulsed and twitched every time his heart beat an impassioned beat. And from the way his arrowheaded glans expanded, she knew it wasn't long before he'd blast out his wad and cream her guts with his jism.
A thought worked its way into the back of her mind. If she could get him off fast, he'd have to leave her alone. It didn't matter about the others. She'd worry about them when the time came. Right now, she would just try to get this guy off as quick as she could.
He'd not bother her again.
Squeezing down with her strong stomach muscles, she caressed and massaged the entire length of his buried prick. The gasp that came from his lips told her all she had to know. She was getting to him.
Buried as he was in her tightest passage, he had to be feeling the full effects of this butt fucking.
And he was. The heat blasting into his meat threatened to get him off far too soon. He enjoyed the feel of the hot flesh all around his cock. That was the idea of screwing her up the ass. He wanted this very feeling, plus the dominance over a relatively naive blonde teenager. The two gave him a big sexual thrill – the idea that she had a virgin ass was an even bigger turn-on for the man.
His hips began moving back and forth. It was hard at first slipping his prick out of that clutching interior. Her asshole was like a noose around his prick. He was held in with all the strength of her young, lithe body. But the power locked in his hips overcame anything she could do to him.
His cock pulled back until only the thick purpled tip of his fuck stick remained inside her anus. The feel of the fleshy mounds of asscheek on either side of his prick made him feel lusty, a real macho stud who could fuck with the best of them.
Having a hot chick like this wrapped around his cock did that.
He fucked back into her.
The re-entry caused both of them to shudder in reaction. He felt the very tip of his cock begin to burn as if he'd shoved it into a jar of acid. The nerves were searing with carnal delight. He pulled back, generating as much friction between her rectum and the sides of his prick as he could. This was where it was at. This was his big thrill. This was where he'd blow his wad.
The heat built up by his fucking began working its sexual magic on the girl. No longer did her asshole ache from the stretching his huge cock forced on it. She was able to relax and enjoy the feel of his mighty battering ram of prick thrusting all the way into her belly.
"Yes, oh yesssss, that's itttt!" she moaned. Wiggling her hips, she strived to pull him even deeper into her guts. There was nothing more important to her in the world than to have him greeking her with all the power locked in his body.
He slammed forward into her so hard he almost knocked her flat on the pound. His dirty jeans ground into her naked ass as he twisted and moved to corkscrew his cock even deeper up her back door. He rattled her teeth with every hard thrust. His cock was beginning to flare with need. The heat worked its way back along his length until his balls were set to boiling and lurching in their tiny prison of flesh. The jism locked up there wasn't to be denied. His cock jerked mightily and then spewed forth gallons of hot cum into her asshole.
The lightest touch of the fuming load of cum set off the girl's orgasm. It degraded her, made her feel less than human. This beast was using her and she was enjoying it!
Tears streaming down her cheeks, she let the tides of orgasm wash through her until the fierce grip relaxed. As she relaxed she realized that Knuckles' cock was no longer stuffed into her asshole. All she could feel was a thick trickle of his cum down the inside of her leg.
Looking back, she could see the firelight dancing off the river of his jism on her leg. It had a funny glowing quality to it. She knew she should have been reduced to a quivering blob of humanity but she had to admit having her ass fucked for the first time was something of a sexual thrill for her.
Admitting that to herself was as degrading as anything else ever could have been. She'd been fucked like a bitch in heat and loved it!
"Wh-what are you going to do with me? Are you going to let me go? I'm not good for anything to you now."
"Hey, no, Knuckles! I didn't have my chance at her!"
"Me, either!"
"Nor me, dammit!"
The chorus of deep voices demanding a piece of her ass both scared and amused her. She had never thought of herself as having a large following of male admirers – not that these animals were exactly admirers. But they certainly wanted her and that appealed to her vanity.
It appealed to a darker side of her, too, a side she hadn't realized existed. She actually enjoyed being degraded. For some reason she couldn't pin down, it had increased the sexual thrill of the fucking. Hands tied, put into a position only a bitch should assume, she'd been fucked.
And she loved the hell out of it.
Karen was almost afraid they would let her go.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Get your ass outta the way, Knuckles," snarled one of the bikers hidden in a shadow. "It's my turn to have a go at her."
"You couldn't screw a knothole, prick. Now shut up."
"What's that? What'd you say? I can wipe the floor with you any time I want."
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