Raped teenager

by Roberta Vickers

  "Let's see what you can do with some of their mamas. Lynn, Nesh, show'er what you can do."

  Karen could only watch in mute horror as the two women advanced on her. She had no idea what they were going to do, but it probably wasn't going to be pretty. At least the black leather-clad woman was just standing and idly swinging her chain against a limb of a mesquite shrub. The way it ripped the bark off the limb told her what it could do to her if swung around her arms or legs.

  Lynn and Nesh quickly stripped off their clothes. It could have been a sexy disrobing. It wasn't. Karen watched the two women get naked with all the finesse of a rapist tearing clothes off a victim. But then, that was probably the way they got their kicks. They were probably raped more often than having a man make love to them.

  Animals didn't know any better.

  "See how the blonde bitch is shaking? You don't think she's cold, do you, Nesh?"

  The washed-out blonde answered, "Let's warm her up, Lynn. Let's make sure she has nothing to gripe about."

  One of them – Karen couldn't figure out which one – crouched over her face, snatch shoved brutally down. A distant command came: "Eat!"

  She had no choice but to obey. Barely able to breathe, she was trapped between the woman's thighs. Her ears were pressed firmly into the soft flesh of inner legs, her eyes not able to see past the blush filling her field of vision.

  "Suck, damn you! Fat me out! Good, make it good!"

  She hesitantly stuck her tongue out. Never having any, experience making love to a woman before, she had to rely on what it was like when one of her boyfriends ate her out.

  Her tongue began licking up and down the sex lips, trying to slurp up all the fuck fluids leaking out of the woman's cunt. She found the taste strangely exciting. Not like male cum, but different, tasty. She licked faster, harder.

  Her tongue roughly caressed the turgid, pink sex lips guarding the woman's cunt. The manhole was oozing out a steady stream of juice now. That spurred the teenager on. This wasn't so bad, after all.

  She was actually enjoying it!

  Lesbian lovemaking had never really appealed to her. The thought of making it with another chick had been slightly repulsive. It wasn't that way at all!

  She stuffed her tongue all the way up the woman's twat. Once inside the tight little passage, she felt the velvety walls now dripping with lubricants. Her tongue twisted and spun around like a tiny tornado. It felt good stroking back and forth into her cunt. She was actually tongue fucking the woman!

  "Atta girl!" came encouragement. "You're doing it good. Keep going! Lemme have all your tongue!"

  Her entire mouth was suddenly filled with snatch. The woman was letting her entire weight descend on her face. The girl valiantly tried to give as much pleasure as she could. This was exciting her as much as the woman who was getting the full benefit of the teenager's tongue.

  She licked from one end of the sex slit to the other. Making sure she touched each and every part of the delicate sex lips, she moved inside the rigid flaps to the delicately fluttering, scalloped inner labia. These she gave special attention to.

  Remembering how it made her all weak and quivery inside when a boy ran his tongue along them, she gave them the best licking she could.

  Then she rammed her tongue back into the cunt opened up for her. Her tongue raced in and out in a mock fucking. She thought it would have been better if the woman had a cock fucking her, but the girl wasn't in any position to complain.

  Suddenly, the woman squatting over her face shrieked and began thrashing around. The teenager could barely keep her tongue in the flowing cunt. Then the softness and warmth and wetness was gone from her face. All that was left was a thin trickle of cunt juice dribbling down one of her cheeks.

  "Damn, you got some tongue, girl."

  "Go on, Lynn, do your thing now. I got off."

  The other woman straddled the blonde's waist, then moved up until her cunt was directly over one of the girl's tits. Lowering her body, she stuffed her twat down firmly over the tip of one of Karen's boobs.

  Karen watched in fascination – repelled fascination – as Lynn opened her pussy lips enough to take in the entire end of one of the boobs. She seemed to have great control over her labia. She began working them lewdly all over the tip of Karen's tit.

  The sensations working their way into the teenager's body were all confused and contradictory. It was pleasant having the moist lips smoothly working over her aroused nipple. But this was so kinky, so perverted, she didn't see how she could possibly be getting excited.

  She was, however.

  That made her feel she was really doing something evil, sinful. But the pussy fur stroking all over her tender tits alleviated that somewhat. She watched in fascination as the pink pussy lips lewdly kissed and stroked all over the tips of her boobs. The light brown bush seemed to open hungry lips and take in its meal.

  The electric excitement she felt was nothing compared to what Lynn was experiencing.

  The woman cried out, "God! I don't believe it! I got her fuckin' tit halfway up my twat. And I can feel it throbbing! I can actually feel it throbbing like she was enjoying this! Damn!"

  Karen was breathing harder, her tits rising and falling with the action. She was unconsciously ramming her boob all the way up into the woman's quim. It wasn't something she'd planned; it just happened that way. And she was actually enjoying this, too.

  The feel of the soft pussy lips all over the delicate nipple of her left tit sent electric tingles into her chest. She felt her cunt begin to water and leak out its juices. Turned on by this bizarre lovemaking, she was both excited and humiliated.

  She shouldn't be turned on by this. Not something this depraved and immoral!

  But she was.

  The girl had no choice but to come to grips with the fact she was enjoying this almost as much as sucking off all twelve of the bikers earlier that night. And having Big Ed and Knuckles do their thing with her brought up sexy memories. She called out, "Go on, damn you! Fuck yourself on my little tittie! It… it's good! It's so damn good I can hardly stand it!"

  Lynn was lost in the paradise of orgasm. She'd finally brought herself off by stuffing that knocker into her cunt. The flesh-on-flesh contact had been enough for her.

  When she stood, Karen's tits were completely drenched with fuck fluids. In the dim morning light, they seemed to glow with their own inner illumination. She looked down and got even hotter seeing the sight of twin mounds of titflesh gleaming like that.

  "You two get your kicks out of her?" demanded Dottie.

  "Yeah! Sure thing! Damned hot one!" came the answers.

  "Good. Now I'll give her something she'll never forget." Karen didn't miss the looks passing between Lynn and Nesh. They had slightly horrified expressions on their faces – yet they were obviously anxious to see what would happen.

  "Look, uh, Dottie, Big Ed said I could go. He said…"

  "I don't give a fuck what he said, you little cunt. Hey, yeah. How little is your cunt? Small enough for you to take this?"

  Karen screamed when she saw what the woman picked up. It was a gas can with a flexible nozzle on it. The woman obviously intended cramming that goose necked nozzle all the way up her quim.

  "No, you can't! Please, no, I beg you! I'll do anything! I'll eat you out! I'll suck on your tits! Anything! Just tell me what you want and I'll do it!"

  "Shut your lip."

  And then the teenager really screamed. Hands tied behind her back, she couldn't do anything to prevent the insertion of the gas can nozzle up her cunt.

  The cold metal seemed to suck the heat out of her. She shivered with both cold and intense, biting pain. The rings of the nozzle bit and pinched the soft folds of her cunt. It did mold itself well to her inner chamber but this was small consolation.

  The pain was just too great for her. She began thrashing around in a futile attempt to get the spout out of her.

  It was too far up her twat.

  "Like th
at, huh?" taunted Dottie. "Want it farther up so you can really get off on it?"

  She grabbed one of the girl's kicking legs and pulled her closer. One hand on the spout, the other firmly clasping a trim ankle, she began grinding the spout into the teenager's blonde pussy.

  "Nooo! It hurts baaad!"

  "Good," came the cold response.

  The woman started driving the metal cock in and out of the girl's tender, already tortured cunt. The pain shot all the way up her spine and smashed hard into her brain. The faster she was masturbated with the nozzle, the less control she had over her body.

  Soon the blonde was a seething mass of pain. There wasn't a singe muscle in her body that didn't hurt. Her shoulders were stiff and aching from having her hands bound all night long. Her wrists were puffy from the cords where they cut off circulation. Her back and rear were painfully abraded by die sand.

  Now her cunt was being ripped and torn. The bottle her father had jammed into her had hurt; it had hurt bad. She'd bled a lot from it, but the pain hadn't been anything like this. Dottie was twisting the metal snake around as she drove it in and out of the tender, violated cunt like a piston.

  "You dig this, huh?"

  The words were distant. Karen couldn't hear them very well. Her temples were filled with the sound of her blood pounding fiercely. But most of all, she could feel the trickle of blood beginning to ooze from her twat once more.

  The metal tube wasn't that big around but it had sharp edges on it. It was designed to fit into a gas tank, not a woman's quim.

  She could feel the coldness of it inching upward toward her belly. Her pussy walls were bleeding, weeping in pain from this misuse.

  A cock, sure, that she loved having rammed up her cunt. Even Big Ed's raping her hadn't been all that bad. Embarrassing, humiliating, yes, but a cock was what was meant to be shoved back and forth in a woman's cunt. That was the way Nature intended things to be.

  Cocks fuck cunts. A law of Nature which she'd never violated.

  Until now.

  Now she was being crammed full of icy metal spigot. The blood helped ease the passage in and out of her body but not by much. The pain spread like a pool of molten lead through her body, first starting in her quim and them igniting her loins to a fierce pain. From there, her upper legs and chest began to ache.

  The ache became sheer agony.

  Her whole body exploded with the outrage being perpetrated on her defenseless cunt.

  She passed out. There was simply no way she could possibly put up with any more pain or degradation. The teenager had reached the limits her body could endure.

  Dottie looked down at her and snarled, "She's no fun. She went away too soon."

  "You didn't snuff her, did you, Dottie?"

  "What's it to you if I did?"

  "Hell, nothing. She was just good at eating me out. Been a waste if you did off her like that."

  Nesh said under her breath, "What a Goddamn horrible way to go. Having a fucking gas spout stuffed up you."

  Their comments were cut off by the sound of the jeep returning. They turned and saw Knuckles and Big Ed returning.

  Ed jumped out waving a sheaf of bills. He cried, "Got the three hundred I promised. Good stuff, Dottie."

  "Yeah, lover boy. Real good. Gimme my share."

  "The hell you say. Earn it. On your back and spread 'em. I got real horny bouncing all the way over that desert."

  "Yeah, I know what you mean. I did, too," she said, sinking to the ground next to the unconscious Karen. Her legs drifted open for her man's cock.

  CHAPTER SIX

  After Big Ed had finished with Dottie, he let her up. She pulled up her discarded jeans, muttering, "Damn but that sand cuts up my butt something fierce."

  He laughed at her. "You shoulda seen what we did to her." He pointed at the moaning teenager. Karen's blonde hair was dirty and disheveled, a wild disarray floating around her head as she lay back on the ground in a semi-conscious state.

  "You should have seen what I did to her," Dottie bragged.

  "What was it?"

  "See that gas can? And the spout with the blood on it. Her blood. I rammed it up her cunt and masturbated her with it. I think she sort of got off on having Lynn and Nesh work her over. They're such sissies when it comes to the good stuff."

  "What'd they do to her?" he asked, his eyes studying the prone form of the girl. The way her ass jutted up so invitingly was making him hard in the crotch again. His cock was stirring in spite of just finishing with Dottie a few minutes earlier. There was something about this blonde teenager that turned him on.

  He couldn't pinpoint it. There was an odd quality of naivete and sophistication about her. It was the innocence he loved to insult. It made fucking her all the more exciting. She was no virgin, but he could frighten her just like a virgin getting her cherry popped.

  That made him feel good, a lot better than when he screwed Dottie. Fucking her was like balling some animal. She had a cunt as big as a sewer pipe – and about as much had gone into it. Rut she was tough and could take what he dished out. When he got tired of her, he'd take one of the other broads for his mama.

  Maybe he could keep the blonde. That would be a real kick, he thought. This naive teen and him. He'd really show her what it was like to have a man making love to her.

  Fucking her, giving her everything and anything until they bath dropped from exhaustion.

  "Well, damnit. What did Lynn and Nesh do to her?"

  "Usual stuff. One fucked herself on the chick's tits. And the other made blondie there eat her out."

  "Did they get off on it?"

  "Yeah, in a big way. But they could fuck themselves on a telephone pole and brag about how good the splinters felt in their cunt."

  "I wonder what the little girl's idea of fun is?" he mused. "Maybe I should experiment around and find out."

  "Hey, you're not dropping me for her, are you? Look, Big Ed, we been together…"

  "We been together maybe too long if you start talking like you own me. Knuckles!" He yelled. "Come over here. Got a present for you."

  The big man lumbered up. "What is it?"

  "Dottie. Go fuck her a few times. And when you get tired, let Ivan work on her. See if you can't get him to break that clap-ridden prick of his off in her. She needs to be taught a lesson."

  "Big Ed! Goddammit, now listen!"

  "Do it. NOW!" he roared. Laughing, he watched Dottie's struggles against Knuckles. The man was simply too strong for the woman to escape. And like a little puppy dog – with a syphilitic brain – Ivan trotted after them waiting for his sloppy seconds.

  Ed dropped down beside Karen and began running his hand over her ass. The flesh was warm, alive. It made him feel good to find a chick without a butt tight and tough-skinned. After riding on a chopper for long hours, everyone got an ass like a brick, hard and rough. Not this one, not this blonde sexpot.

  Karen stirred under his soft caress. She turned over and looked up, her green eyes pleading. "You told me you'd let me go. And then you gave me to at… to that bitch!"

  The words sounded harsh and unusual coming from such perfectly formed lips. It pleased Big Ed.

  "So what? You're gonna have to grow up, little girl. I look at it that I'm just doing my part. You're learning the facts of life."

  "Such as?"

  "Such as the Golden Rule. Them that's got the gold rules. And I got the gold, so to speak. You don't have any say so around here. I'm the boss of this rat pack."

  "It fits. You're a slimy bastard." She spat in his face, her aim accurate.

  Infuriated, he slapped her hard across the face. "Nobody does that to Big Ed and gets by with it. You'll wish you were never born before I get done with you. You'll be pleading and begging me to let you go – or maybe kill you."

  Karen saw what she'd done. The man had been reasonable before she challenged his macho image. Now that he had to prove himself, he'd do anything. Even kill her if that was what it took to get his self-esteem
back.

  Wisely, she knew that no matter what she said, it would be the wrong thing. She'd just have to take what he dished out. Maybe not like it, but certainly take it.

  "Dottie said you'd already had a taste of this. Just wait and I'll give you a real taste!"

  Karen watched in mute horror as Big Ed filled the can partially with gasoline, then hot water from a pot over the fire. He sloshed them together and then screwed on the nozzle. The gas can gurgled as he advanced on her. Lying face down, she couldn't possibly escape him.

  The wild thought ran though her head: he's going to stuff that down my throat and make me swallow it!

  "That fine ass of yours is just begging for a little enema, you know?"

  The thought of having all that hot liquid forced into her bowels scared Karen as much as the idea of drowning in it.

  "No, no! You can't. This isn't human! You're not the kind…"

  "The hell I'm not the kind." He reached out and gripped one of her soft, white asscheeks. With a savage jerk, he opened the humid canyon between the slabs of meat to expose her anus.

  He pressed the warm spout against her asshole until it finally gave way and opened.

  The insertion of the gas nozzle all the way up her rectum made the blonde cry out in tenor. It didn't hurt – not exactly – but the thought of what he was doing to her heightened her fear.

  When the warm liquid began sloshing into her rectum, she thought she was going to be burned alive. She cried openly, not caring if he saw or not. The pain and humiliation was almost too much for her. She wished she could have died then and there.

  But that wasn't in the cards for her. She felt her bowels bloating. The gasoline-water mixture was slowly filling her, giving her a vile, hideous enema. She tried to clamp down with her anus, to shutoff the noxious fluid. She found her asshole collapsing on the metal hose. He had rammed it so far up into her guts she had no choice but to let him pour the gallon of hot fluid into her.

  "It burns! It's burning me up!"

  "Shut up, you stupid bitch. If it'd been cold, it would have killed you."

  "It hurts!"