Raped teenager

by Roberta Vickers

  "You never want to because you're a spineless…"

  He never got any farther. A loud bellow cut him short. All the gathered bikers turned and looked at Big Ed, now standing with his arms folded across his chest.

  "You bastards are always making such a fucking big noise you annoy the. You know you shouldn't annoy me."

  The sudden silence told Karen that no one annoyed Big Ed and got away with it for long. This was really the first chance she had to study the big man, the leader of this lawless group of renegades.

  There was no denying the fact he was big, powerful, virile. And she knew from intimate experience that the "Big" part of his nickname fitted parts of his anatomy now hidden by his grimy jeans. This was one well-hung stud. His cock felt like a firehose when he fucked her. Just the thought of his hot, long cock in her cunt made her sigh a little. It would have been so good if she could have really had him making love to her instead of raping her.

  She thought she could have really gotten off on it. A shudder earthquaked through her slender body and she had to toss her head to get a vagrant strand of blonde hair out of her eyes. It was so perverse liking what he'd done to her.

  Karen couldn't understand her feelings. This was beyond her experience. She'd never been more ashamed of anything in her eighteen years but… but it was also a big turn-on.

  All these studs fighting over her, wanting her sexually. That was something she both loathed and wanted. It was all so confusing. She didn't want to be used by these men, then tossed aside.

  And yet she did, too.

  Big Ed moved closer and was outlined by the light from the feebly struggling campfire. His forearms were thick as cables on a suspension bridge and his biceps bulged. There was no hidden strength here – it was all out in the open. The dirty denim jacket was open in the front, showing a hairy chest, a chest thick as a barrel.

  Karen began wondering what it would be like, wrapped in those arms, having that mighty chest crushing down on her while his mighty cock drove hard, fast and long into her steamy cunt. This was a man who could really make love to her.

  Her first impression that he looked like a younger version of her father was reinforced by the way he stood, the line of his nose and cheeks. And in his eyes gleamed that certain madness she had come to associate with her old man. This likeness repelled her just as the man's obvious physical prowess appealed to her on an elemental level.

  Confused, she didn't know what to do or say.

  "You boys just don't think right on these things. I had my jollies with her. So did Knuckles. How was she, Knuckles?"

  "Tight, Big Ed, Goddamn tight for a damn fine assfucking."

  "See, he liked her. But none of you really want sloppy seconds on her. Except you, Ivan. You'll take anything you can get."

  The men laughed at one of their number. Karen shivered and it wasn't from the cold when she saw the object of their disdain. This one was even worse than the rest. If they hadn't taken baths in a month, he probably didn't know the meaning of the word. His hair was greasy, slicked straight back, and his clothes were plastered to his body with grime. His broken fingernails were black with dirt. To have him even touch her would be a sure case of infection from body lice or crabs – if they would stand to infest such a poor example of humanity.

  "Aw, Big Ed, you know how horny I get."

  And it was apparent how horny he was. His cock was already rising from his opened fly to reflect the dull light from the fire. His pole was a ugly, diseased color. Karen shuddered at the thought of having that rammed into either her cunt or up her asshole.

  "Now I'm the leader of this fine motorcycle club and what I say for the Maniac MC goes. You'll get her all at once. Line up in two rows facing each other. Now, damn your fuckin' asses, now!" he roared.

  They all snapped to mock attention in a double line facing each other.

  "Zippers down, now!"

  The metallic hissing filled the still night air.

  Karen wondered what was going to happen. Whatever it was, she didn't think she was going to enjoy it yew much. There were twelve men standing there, cocks jutting out of their jeans, all looking at her with lust in their bloodshot eyes.

  "You, chickie, you! On your knees. Start down the row and suck off each and every one of the club. One at a time. And if they want, when you have gone through the line once, you'll do it again. And again and again. Until they're all too sucked off to stand up."

  The mucous laugh told Karen she could be giving them all blow jobs all night long before even one would collapse.

  "Wh-what if I manage to make them all give in? W-will you let me go, then?"

  Big Ed looked at her and laughed, his laugh ultimate evil. "Hell, baby doll, the best whores around have tired that and haven't done it. Sure, what the hell? If you can get them all to give up, you can go."

  Karen swallowed hard as she looked at the dozen cocks all being held out for her sucking. She enjoyed giving head – usually. She'd never done it like this before. Never on a dozen men all at once, never with spectators who had no compunction against making lewd comments. These biker outlaws were only marginally human. There was no telling what they'd do to her.

  Still, it was a chance. A chance to get away that hadn't existed a few minutes before.

  "All right, I'll do it if you promise to let me go."

  "Hell, baby doll, you're going to do it whether I promise or not. We don't take kindly to cockteasers around here. You might end up getting your cunt roasted in the fire – or worse – if you disappoint these poor, sex-hungry guys. Now get to it!"

  He kicked her in the direction of the men, lined up and dangling their pricks in front of them. She barely heard their obscene comments as she walked over on her knees, hands still bound behind her back.

  All she could see was the man's cock. She pursed her lips, then saw it rocketing toward her face. He was a dead shot. His prick smashed between her lips and bounced off the roof of her mouth. She felt the rubbery, resilient end of his cock bounce and then start down her throat.

  She gagged.

  She was no Linda Lovelace. She couldn't take an entire prick down her throat without choking. A blow landed on the side of her head, knocking her to the ground.

  A cold voice said, "Whatsa matter? Don't you like my prick, cocksuckin' bitch-whore?"

  "Hell, man, it don't taste good to her. Try this."

  An evil laugh and then, "Get back up and give it another try. You might like it better this time!"

  She didn't know what to expect, but it wasn't going to be good. She managed to painfully get her knees under her and raise up. The meaty length of prick still bucked and thrashed around in front of her face. An odor penetrated the fog of her fear. He'd smeared something on his cock.

  "No, look, I…"

  Hands gripped the back of her head, took handfuls of hair and pulled her face in. He began fucking her face with all the strength in his big arms. She pursed her lips into an "O" and took his length.

  And choked again.

  He'd covered his prick with something that tasted like Tabasco sauce. The burning sensation in her mouth refused to go away. And she couldn't spit because her mouth was completely filled with the thick, turgid length of his cock.

  He began driving her head up and down on his cock. The obscene noises he made told the girl he was getting off on this. She swallowed hard trying to erase the strong chili-pepper taste of his prick. Eventually, she managed to wash it all off but her tongue was virtually numb.

  And he was still guiding her head back and forth in strong, rhythmic strokes. She felt his cock split her lips and enter deep into her mouth, then leave again. It occurred to her that the best way of getting this disgusting man's prick out of her mouth was to get his rocks off for him.

  She began using her mouth to the best advantage. Normally, she enjoyed giving head. The taste of the spurting cum was delicious. She couldn't get enough of it. In high school, she could drain a dozen boyfriends on twelve consecuti
ve nights. But this was different. These bikers wanted her to do it all on one night – one after another.

  Her tongue swirled out and began teasing the delicate flesh along the bottom of the man's prick. The tiny flap of skin dangling under the cleft head of his glans proved especially sensitive. Every time her rough tongue dragged across it, he gasped.

  She kept him as strung out sexually as she could. Then came the geyser she'd been waiting for. The first gob of jizz sailed all the way to the back of her throat. Tongue still burning from the chili-pepper, she let the next ejaculation blast all over her tongue. She smeared the gooey cum all over her tastebuds. The salty, slightly acid-tasting jism erased the hotness she'd been subjected to.

  As the man's cock went limp between her lips, another rock-hard prick was shoved between her ruby lips. The next in line had moved over. And it started all over again.

  The girl knew the trick this time. And the tasty length of cock being jammed into her mouth wasn't covered with the burning hot sauce, either. All she had to do was get him off – fast.

  Her tongue became a frenzied, wanton instrument of pleasure. She stroked and touched lightly every portion of his cock. She could tell from the way his cock jerked around in her mouth that she was having exactly the effect on him she wanted. His control wasn't all that good.

  He came amid a gush of white syrup. She sucked down every drop of his cum and then went on to the next in line.

  This time she almost puked her guts out when she saw the diseased cock shoved up to her face. Glancing up she saw Ivan. It figured. If she sucked on this cock, there was no telling what horrible disease she could get. She didn't know if she could get a close merely by giving head but she guessed she could.

  That disgustingly leperous cock was mottled with something. She didn't care to go through the penicillin shots curing whatever it was he had to give her.

  On sudden impulse, she thought she discovered a way around stuffing that filthy rod into her mouth. She dived underneath and took the hairy sac containing his balls into her mouth. With the cock resting on her cheek, she managed to tongue and lick the man's scrotum.

  He moaned in what must have been enjoyment. And he knew better than to move. She could bite his balls off in one convulsive movement.

  It was filthy work but she did it. If she went through all twelve of them, Big Ed said they'd let her go. No matter that she'd be naked and a runaway, she'd be free of them. And all for sucking off twelve of them and letting two others have her up the cunt and ass.

  A lousy bargain but better than nothing at all.

  She sucked harder.

  Her tongue roved over the tight skin of the small sphere and felt the man's nuts inside. His jizz was beginning to come to a boil. His balls lurched and tumbled everytime she ran her rough, wet tongue over the delicate skin.

  Sucking, licking, twisting her blonde head from side to side to let her lips drag sensuously over the man's balls was all it took to get him off. She felt a wet surge along her cheek. Then another and another. He jetted off into her hair.

  But she didn't care. She hadn't had to take that horrid cock into her mouth. She wasn't sure she hadn't contracted some ghastly disease this way, but the odds were better in her favor.

  The next man in line laughed. "Hell, she's real cocksucker. And no dumbie, either. She knew better than to stuff Ivan's pecker into her mouth."

  "Yeah, that son of a bitch is downright gross. We oughta make him get the cure or he'll pass it along to all of us."

  "What the hell? She avoided it. And look at Ivan. The bastard's already asleep."

  She looked down and saw it was true. He was sound asleep on the ground. So much the better. She had totally eliminated one of the eleven and sucked off a couple others. That left nine.

  Nine.

  She shuddered thinking about the clap and other diseases these horny bastards might have picked up wantonly screwing any cunt that didn't move away fast enough.

  "Come on, baby doll. I like the looks of that blonde hair. Even if Ivan did jack off his bloody cum into it."

  Her head was pulled into another smelly crotch. Sickened, she knew she had to continue. She had to keep going all night long if necessary until she had worn them all out.

  Only once did the thought she might fail enter her head. Then she was too busy sucking and licking and giving head.

  The next hour passed in a blur for the teenager. All she remembered was one cock after another, each being shoved into her mouth. She was face-fucked more times than she could remember. But in spite of it, she kept going, she had to exhaust these bikers so they would let her go.

  Finally, the last one was asleep on the ground, snoring loudly. She'd swallowed enough of their cum to fill a tanker. And she was as tired as they were.

  But a different emotion filled her, too. She was satisfied with a job well done. She was happy to have actually been able to give blow jobs to so many men and still be in control.

  "Can I go now?" she asked, looking up at Big Ed. The man had been watching for some time with an amused look on his face.

  "Not yet, baby doll, not yet. Our mamas are coming back around dawn. I can't just let you go without them seeing you."

  "Your mamas?"

  "Yeah. Our chicks. Those bitches are absolutely insatiable when it comes to sex. You and them oughta get along just fine."

  "You're not letting me go? After you said I could if I sucked all them off?"

  Big Ed just laughed, then turned his back on Karen and walked off.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  It was shortly before the greenish tinge signaling dawn's arrival when Karen awoke. She stirred painfully, her arms aching from being tied behind her back all night. The lovely dawn was lost on her. Its beauty was something she could have appreciated better somewhere else – miles and miles away.

  There was a rattling noise of a jeep coming along the arroyo. She hoisted herself up enough to see the battered vehicle come to a screeching halt.

  Dust flew everywhere and six women unloaded like rats leaving a sinking ship.

  The analogy was good. The women were the dregs of humanity. And they fit the men drunkenly sleeping around the fire. Not a one of them looked like a person Karen wanted to cross. Any of them could have killed her without a second thought.

  Big Ed swung up and rose gracefully to his feet. For a man well over six feet tall and weighing better than two-twenty, he carried himself very well. He could have been a dancer, Karen irrelevantly thought as she watched him cross to the jeep.

  One of the women – a tall redhead – grabbed him around the neck and planted a juicy kiss on his lips. Big Ed didn't seem too enthused.

  "What you get, Dottie? You didn't come back empty-handed?"

  "Shit, no, Big Ed. You know me better'n that. Look at this."

  She pulled a canvas back and showed something to the man. He whistled in appreciation and said, "I knew you were first-class. A real woman."

  "What do you think all of that's worth?"

  "A yard, maybe two. Twenty CBs are worth something. Gotta see the fixer and find what he'll give for them. At least two hundred. Shit, he oughta make it three for all the business we're bringin' him."

  Karen realized then that Big Ed had sent the women out to strip cars. They'd worked all night stealing CB radios. This wasn't a very nice group of people she'd fallen in with.

  More than ever, she wanted to leave. But hadn't Big Ed said she was going to be turned over to these women for a little fun? The thought was so perverted, Karen couldn't even begin to understand what was going to happen to her.

  "Hey, who's the broad? That blonde bitch over there?" demanded Dottie.

  "Knuckles found her spying on us. We, uh, we been having a little fun with her until y'all could get back."

  "Hey, girls, take a look at what we got!"

  They huddled around Karen. This was worse than having the men look at her like she was a piece of beef. That she could understand. Sex was sex, no matter how c
rude or brutal. But these women were looking at her in the exact same way.

  They wanted her sexually.

  Karen suppressed a shudder. Holding back tears, she asked Big Ed, "When you going to let me go like you promised? You're not going to lie to me, are you?"

  Dottie slapped her across the mouth with the back of her hand. "No one says my old man's a liar. Not some little blonde hussy just wandering in and looking for some cheap thrills."

  "I… I never meant to spy on you. I was running away."

  "Sure. Hmmm, a runaway. Ought to be good for a little while. How long before the cops start looking for her, do you think?"

  Big Ed shrugged.

  "I figure," Dottie said, "at least another day. They might never get around to it out here. This desert can swallow up people awful fast. The vultures – have you seen 'em, honey? – they're all the time looking for lost people. To eat. Carrion eaters, they are, yeah."

  She smiled. The yellowed teeth made Karen shiver but she managed to get her courage up enough to say, "They can't be too good, those vultures. They've left you alone. Or maybe you're too smelly for them!"

  She was rewarded with another slap across the face.

  "You gonna let us have her, Big Ed? Please?" begged one of the women. Karen took one look at this one and almost passed out, dressed all in black leather, she had a chain she was lightly flicking across one of her opened palms. It was obvious what she wanted to do. Karen knew she would never escape unscarred from the leather freak's idea of lovemaking.

  Karen's eyes looked pleadingly at Big Ed. He was the only one who could rescue her. And from the sudden leer on his lips, she knew he wasn't going to even try.

  He pointed at the blonde teenager and said, "Have fun, chicks. Knuckles and me'll be back as soon as we've fenced the radios."

  He vaulted over the door of the jeep and keyed it to an unsteady life. Karen felt as if her only pillar of strength was abandoning her. She hated the man, hated him with all the power of her being, but he was the only hope she had of escaping from the bikers' camp.

  Dottie said, "So you got a taste of what the Maniacs are like, huh?" She laughed harshly at her crude joke.