Raped teenager

by Roberta Vickers

"Damn it, shut up! And I want you to keep all that inside you. All of it. Every Goddamn last drop. If you don't…" His voice trailed off, more threatening than if he'd voiced what he would do to her if she let any of the enema escape from her bowels.

  So much had entered her body, she felt like vomiting. It was pressing all the way up into her intestines, bloating her belly, trying to enter her stomach.

  When the nozzle plopped free from her ass, she tried to obey him. She was filled with the hot, burning, searing liquid. It was tearing at her innards as if he'd filled her with some laboratory acid instead of gasoline and water.

  "Why are you doing this to me? It hurts, oh Christ, it hurts so Goddamn bad!"

  Big Ed just laughed. He was enjoying the play of pain across the girl's face. He reminded her, "Hold it in. All of it. You'll wish to hell you obeyed me if you let one singe drop out of that sweet little tight ass of yours!"

  He pulled her to her feet. She wobbled slightly trying to keep from fainting. The liquid inside her bowels was a heavy weight. It threatened to weigh her down, make her fall to her knees. She needed the strong arm around her to keep from collapsing.

  "Okay. You can let it out now."

  With a sigh of relief, the now brown fluid came pouring out of her asshole and down her legs. She didn't care. The gasoline-water mixture was no longer inside, tormenting her, making her feel like puking her guts out.

  "Not bad. How do you like the feel of this?"

  A cold metallic tube entered her cunt. The stark contrast between the hot liquid enema and the freezing metal in her cunt made her shiver. And it wasn't strictly from the coldness when she saw what it was the man was stuffing so eagerly up her twat.

  The long barreled revolver was loaded. She could see the blunt copper noses of the bullets in their chambers. And the hammer was back on the gun. The lightest pressure would send a hunk of lead blasting through the entire length of her body.

  "Why?" she begged him. "Why! Why are you doing all this to me? I'll do anything you want. You don't have to… to…" and she broke down, sobbing. She could no longer take what he was doing to her.

  Her ass burned with the fierceness of napalm. Her guts were still in a turmoil over the enema he'd given her. It had been brutal. She could barely think about it without going crazy.

  But this.

  This was simply too much. The revolver barrel up her quim tore and twisted at her already tortured membrane. She began bleeding again. In a wild, totally insane thought, she hoped the blood would clog his gun. If he pulled the trigger, maybe it would blow up in his hand.

  She winced as the gun barrel was yanked out of her cunt. The gun sight had cut her pussy lip a little, causing a tiny flow of blood to start. With the heavier flood from inside her cunt, she was sure she'd bleed to death.

  "Hey, don't get me wrong, baby doll. I'm not so cruel, you know? I just want you to know who's the boss around here. All the guys know it. So do those fat-assed broads." He pointed with the gun toward the jeep where many of the women had gathered to watch the show.

  "Why? Why?" she moaned over and over.

  "Because I am the head honcho of this club, that's why. I don't want you forgetting it – not now, never. Now, baby doll, how about licking off the barrel of my gun? You got it all bloody."

  He held the pistol up for her to lick. She started to cringe backwards away from it. His hand flashed out and laced through a blonde lock of her hair. He pulled her face toward his gun.

  "Lick it clean. Now!"

  Sobbing, she thrust out her, tongue and began licking her own cunt's blood off the weapon. With the salty tang of the blood came gun oil and a bitter metallic flavor that made her want to gag. She held back the reflex motion. Puking all over his gun wouldn't make the man any nicer.

  She knew he wasn't going to let her go. He was going to keep on doing crueler and crueler things to her. But she'd get free. He couldn't watch her all the time. There had to come a time when he ignored her for a few seconds – and she'd be gone.

  The only problem she could see was: would he kill her before she could get away?

  In a way she didn't understand, she got off on all the hideous things he was doing to her. He looked so commanding, so much like her father, she wanted to obey – and then he ordered her to do something terrible and disgusting like licking her own pussy blood off his gun after he'd stuffed it all the way up her injured cunt.

  She hated him – and more. It was that extra… something… she didn't quite understand.

  "Good job. Clean as a whistle. You're a real good addition to the camp, don't y'all think so?" he said to the gathered members of the club.

  A few mumbles and then one of the women called out, "Yeah, but what about Dottie? What's yer old lady gonna think of this new piece of ass?"

  "I don't give a shit what she thinks. I'm going to induct baby doll into our club. Wanna be a member of the Maniacs Motorcycle Club?"

  Her green eyes looked at him. This time there was no pleading in them. Only a numbness showed through, a dead quality. He laughed.

  "She wants to join!"

  "Hey, you going to induct her with Knuckles and Ivan still banging your old lady out back?"

  "Hell, yes. If Dottie's so sex-hungry she'll let Ivan stick his mutated member up her quivering quim, that's her tough luck. Me and baby doll here are going for a little ride. Get my chopper warm, Blackstone."

  One of the gang walked over to a ponderous Harley, straddled it and jumped on the kick starter. He revved it a couple times, then clambered off, obviously uncomfortable being on his leader's machine.

  "Okay, baby doll, all you got to do is sit back and enjoy the ride. Think you can handle that?"

  Karen knew there was, more to it than that. There had to be. This sadistic beast wasn't capable of merely taking her for a ride on his cycle. Still, she nodded, then asked, "Are you going to take the ropes off my hands? My fingers are getting cold. I think all the blood's been cut off."

  He spun her around and looked at her hands. Then he told her, "Naw, they're just now starting to get a little puffy. You can get them cut off when you get back your ropes, that is!" He laughed when she'd started at the thought of having her hands sliced off.

  With a quick rip, he removed the tattered rags still clinging to her body. He licked his lips at the succulent sight of her teenaged body, so tender and inviting. He kissed her, but there was no passion in it.

  "Okay, baby doll, you and me are going for a little ride. But what a Goddamn ride it'll be!"

  He scooped her up under one arm and carried her to his chopper. With a quick jerk, he ran down the zipper of his fly and let his erect cock snap out into the air.

  "It's cold. I think I want some warm female flesh surrounding me. All you got to do is hang on the best you can. And if you don't, you're a goner. Got it, baby doll?"

  He climbed into the saddle of his motorcycle, got up on the pegs and leaned back. His cock was rigid and pointing directly up at the sky. Karen tried to take her eyes off that red pillar of prick and found she couldn't. There was something absolutely hypnotic about it.

  Before she understood what was happening, hands lifted her up and dropped her over that upright cock. She felt it drive up into her tormented cunt, then a warmth flooded her insides. Naked, she faced the leader of the gang, his cock throbbing with virile life in her twat.

  He reached up on each side of her and gunned the bike a couple times. Satisfied, he said to her, "Lean back against the handlebars and put your legs around my waist. If you don't, you'll be chopped up into hamburger in nothing flat."

  She did as she was told, finding this slid the cock back and forth in a sensuous way. It wasn't like a powerful fucking, but her cunt couldn't take very much of that right at the moment. Just sitting there, the cock resting quietly in her pussy, the bike vibrating with power, she was almost contented. The vibrations were passed along to the cock and that made it feel like a vibrator inside her.

  The quivering cock seemed to so
othe her manhole, make it relax. She tightened the grip of her legs around his waist and felt the prick sink a little deeper up her twat. It felt like sheer heaven in comparison to the things that had been done to her.

  The man looked at the sexy package of female wrapping herself around his waist. He felt his cock tightly held in the cavern of her snatch. The soft folds wrapped around his length like velvet. With her hands tied behind her back, her shoulders went back and her tits were shoved forward. Her knockers weren't small to start with.

  He gunned the bike a couple times feeling his cock resonate within her pussy. But the way her boobs bounced around like jello on a plate made him really hot for her. The coppery disks surrounding her nipples got even ruddier as her passion built. He knew then she was getting off on this.

  Would she be surprised when the rest of it came!

  But at the moment, he wanted to make sure his bike was properly warmed up – and his cock was properly inserted all the way up her twat. Her flat belly promised strong muscles to grip his prick when the time came. And the soft thighs resting on either side of his waist gave him a momentary desire to throw her off the bike and fuck the hell out of her.

  He resisted the temptation. This was going to be more fun. After he got going.

  He wiped a grimy hand across his mouth, adjusted his headband to keep his greasy hair out of his eyes and then asked, "Are you ready, baby doll? This is gonna be the experience of your sweet life!"

  Without waiting for an answer, he gunned his bike, sending it roaring off down the road.

  The sudden pounding as the motorcycle lurched and clung to the road caught the teenager by surprise. She tightened her legs around his waist as she felt a sudden attack of dizziness. Of all the things she was expecting, this was about the last on her list. She hadn't ever thought he would go tearing off across the desert with her precariously hung on the bike, impaled by his cock, her legs wrapped around his waist.

  She tried to hold herself up, hands on the gas tank. It worked a little, but she quickly found all she could do was keep her head from banging against the handlebars.

  The man's cock bounced up and down, seemingly even harder than the bike as it traveled the dusty road. She realized then what this induction ceremony was.

  Hell.

  Each time he'd hit a bump in the road, his cock sailed in and out of her cunt. She felt the vibrations all through her body. In a way it was sexy, sensuous, but in another it was just another degrading performance. Hating him, she decided to try and enjoy the hell out of this. It was a dangerous way to screw but she doubted that was in his mind. It was a big macho trip. She wondered what would happen if she could get him to come, make him lose his precious erection.

  Would that end the trip?

  She suddenly decided this was the idea. Trying to get him to cum was the name of the game.

  Realizing this, she began using her stomach muscles to the best of her ability. It was hard work, being bounced around on the roads like she was, but she concentrated. The feel of his cock in her now well-greased love slot made a lewd smucking noise that could be heard even over the muted roar of the bike.

  She relaxed to the feel of his cock fucking her. Each time it left, she relaxed a little more. When the bike and rider came back to earth, his cock rammed hard up her quim. She took it without flinching. And once she had his prick trapped in her hot box, she would squeeze down as hard as she could.

  Over and over, they went through this strange ritual. The man realized what the sexy blonde was trying to do. Over the hiss of the wind, he shouted, "Yeah, baby doll, keep doing that! It feels great!"

  But his loins were getting the working over of his life. The bouncing of the cycle pulled him out of her cunt and then shoved him back in – hard. He accepted that. But he loved the feel of the tight pussy all around his prick. There was a tightness about her that none of the others had. They were too well fucked. This was virtually a virgin.

  He wanted her more than anything else in the world.

  He began driving in hard circles. His cock pressed firmly against the walls of her twat. The heat began seething out of her joy hole and making his balls contract. He felt his scrotum begin to compress to the point where it was actually painful for him to hit the deep chuckholes in the road.

  He became more interested in just one hole – hers. The blonde vee of her bush pointed directly down to where his cock would appear and vanish every time he hit a rock or bump in the road.

  "What's a matter, Big Ed? Slowing down?" she shouted over the roar of the cycle and the whine of the wind.

  He gritted his teeth. She was taunting him! Him, the undisputed leader of this gang!

  As the words came out of her mouth, she clamped down firmly with her stomach muscles. Ankles locked behind his back, she was firmly fastened to his waist. That was the way she wanted it.

  The vibrating cycle sent waves of carnal delight all through her body. She wouldn't have believed it possible to be able to get so excited – and reined – at the same time. This was a sexual thrill she had never, even in her wildest dreams, imagined.

  She began fucking herself on his cock. Not satisfied with the motion of the bike on the road, she began humping up and down. The cock expanded a little in her tiny tunnel. She could feel the broad crown of his prick throbbing with excited blood. There was no way he could deny he was turned on by all this.

  She could feel his cock dancing in her sensitive cunt. That was all the inspiration she needed to spur her on to even better things.

  Twisting dangerously from side to side, she drove his cock into her twat at new and different angles. Not only was it going directly up her cunt, it was stimulating the sides of her pussy. She was soon gasping in excitement. The entire region of her cunt began to glow white-hot with lust. This was what she'd been looking for all her life and had never known it.

  This was being fucked!

  She began leaning back and straightening up as much as she could, aided a little by the hot wind slashing at her naked back.

  This caused the man's cock to slip in and out of her fevered cunt even faster. She was fucking herself! She was giving him the ride of his life! The feelings rocketing through her body convinced her this was all worth the effort. Never had she felt a man's cock do the things his was doing inside her tight, hot pussy.

  "God, you're…" was all she could understand as the expression on his face turned from one of superiority to one of confusion. She was getting to him, getting his rocks off and before he wanted to. That was a big power trip for her, not him.

  The blonde teenager continued fucking herself, squeezing down on the trapped cock until she heard the words, "Brace yourself!"

  She managed to look over her shoulder and saw a steep hill. He was going straight up it.

  Shuddering against the blast of the wind, she squeezed her legs even tighter around his waist and pulled his cock into her body. The sudden thrust up the hill hit her like a sledgehammer. She felt her body pressed back and down around his impaling spike of prick. Never had a man's cock been driven so hard and deep into her belly.

  She began crying out, "Aiiieeee!" as the emotions locked up in her body were released by the orgasm that racked her.

  She felt – dimly through the fog of lust – her cunt walls tightening on the buried cock.

  And then she was sailing through the air, weightless.

  The bike had crested the hill and had continued upward. There was no easy landing spot. For an eternity, she hung on the slender thread of her climax.

  When the bike smashed into the pound, still running and under control, she realized the driver had lost it. She felt the white hot spurts of his cum shooting into her twat. She'd actually brought him off!

  All the way back to the camp, they were silent. It was as if Big Ed didn't want to admit defeat. Yet, he had to have a grudging respect for her now, Karen thought. She'd not only taken everything he could dish out, she'd actually managed to milk him of his cum. It had been
her cunt which had squeezed and clamped down on his cock; she was the one who'd ridden his spike of pleasure and made him blow his wad.

  Still, the man didn't seem like he was going to give in. But Karen realized the tables were slowly turning. And a plan for getting away from this biker gang was forming in her head. Time would tell if it worked out the way it should.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  They cruised into camp, Big Ed's cock obviously dead from the trip. He only smirked as he disentangled her legs and tossed her casually to one of the gang.

  "Here, untie her. She did real good. When we hit the Launching Pad, it was, wow, Goddamn but I can't even describe how it was!"

  "You actually went off the Launching Pad with her wrapped around you?" The voice was draped in awe. This was obviously something no one else had ever done.

  Karen was quick to take advantage of the situation. As her hands started to feel the needles of circulation beginning again, she told them, "Yeah, we did it. When he went off the bill, he was still as rigid as a steel rod inside me. Goddamn but he got off. Just like a rocket. I thought he'd blow my brains out with his cum!"

  They all looked at the naked blonde and then back to Big Ed. The man had a funny smile on his face. He knew she didn't have to say anything like that. It was boosting his prestige with the group.

  He liked that in a chick.

  "Yeah, she's a hot one. A real burning bush, you know? Hey, what about my old lady?"

  "Dottie's shit out there with Ivan," said Knuckles. He laughed and it wasn't pleasant. "She's still trying to break off that fuck stick of his, I guess. No way. As it rots, it only begins to bend. Won't break for shit, mark my words."

  "Well, tell them to knock it off and I don't mean another piece of ass. My balls hurt and I want her to lick them for me."

  Someone snickered lewdly and got the sharp response from Big Ed, "I don't want to hear nothing about this chick. Baby doll here done real good out there and any man who says different has to say it to me. Dig?"

  "Uh, sure, Big Ed," came the chorus. It was obvious the man ruled this mangy pack by fear alone. This crystallized Karen's conviction of how to get free of them all.