Raped teenager
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She let the cock slip from her mouth and began digging up under his balls. Finding his asshole, she drove her tongue up his rectum. His prostate gland was buried up there someplace. She didn't know where or exactly what it was supposed to do. All the girl remembered hearing was that it gave men their sexual prowess.
She figured Big Ed must have one hell of a big one the way he fucked. It didn't work that way, but what she did to him turned him on just the same.
The wet, wiggling tongue teased its way up into his rear until he was weak and shaking in reaction. Never had a chick ever done anything to him that made him feel this way before. The rough wet tongue up his ass gave his balls a new reason to stir.
Slowly, as if rising from the dead, his cock stirred. The more her tongue drove back and forth fucking his butt, the more his prick stiffened. Soon, very soon, his cock was entirely rigid and ready for action.
Karen straightened and looked at the half-staff cock. It vanished into her mouth and a few quick sucks and licks and kisses later, it was throbbing with life in her mouth.
"There," she said. "I was right. You owe me a good screwing."
CHAPTER TEN
"Hell, I don't believe it. I saw it – Goddamn, I felt it! – and still it doesn't seem possible to me. You're the foxiest chick I ever did find."
"No, Big Ed," she said, "you're the biggest stud. It was in you all the time. Just a matter of convincing this."
She gave his hard cock a little squeeze to make sure he didn't mistake her meaning.
"So, all right. You want it again, you can have it!" he reached out to pull her down on top of him.
She agilely avoided his bear hug. This wasn't the way she wanted it. She was the one calling the shots. Sex was her weapon to use as she saw fit.
The way she wanted to have that big, long, ultra-thick cock fucking her again was so positively kinky she could barely put it into words. She wanted it, sure. Karen didn't know exactly how to tell the man exactly how she wanted him to ball her.
"Well, Big Ed, it's like this."
"Don't give me any of that shit. Out with it."
Karen wanted to keep the dominant hand but this had been too easy. She was amazed at how she could wrap Big Ed around her little finger without even trying. The first time he'd used her had been different. A sexual thrill had coursed through her body.
It was a completely different sensation from anything else she'd ever experienced.
The hands tied behind her back, a dominant man having his will with her, that was the way she wanted him again.
She was so confused she could barely speak. Making him do what she wanted was too easy. He'd do anything she asked as long as he could fuck her – and yet here she was wanting him to make love to her while she was completely helpless.
Maybe it had something to do with the fact he looked a little like her father and that her father had raped her. Deep down, she might have really gotten off on that and refused to admit it. She couldn't keep all this straight in her head.
She wanted to keep Big Ed on the string. She had to keep him sexually submissive to her desires. Otherwise, she would never be able to leave this gang of animals when the time was right.
Yet… yet, she wanted to be used, humiliated, made less than a bitch and fucked.
It made her head spin.
Finally, she got it all straight. This was her sexual trip. Her own personal thrill. No one else's. So why shouldn't she use the power she wielded to make Big Ed do what she wanted?
No reason at all!
"I… I want you to tie me up and then fuck me. Just like that night you found me. It was so… so sexy I could barely stand. Just thinking about it makes me all wet in the pussy."
That much was obvious. Drops of cunt juice were visible in the bright sunlight. They gleamed like silver among the golden strands of her bush. The man looked up at her, licked his lips, then said, "Whatever you want, baby doll, whatever you want is fine with me."
"So fuck me. Like you did before."
"Hell, no. That'd be going back over territory we've been through. I am gonna do it entirely different this time!"
His words sent an illicit thrill into the very core of her being. He was going to use her again, but in a different way. Before she could ask how, he'd grabbed both her slender wrists in one of his hairy paws. He easily imprisoned her and dragged her along the ground.
Without a word, he took her to a tree with a low, over-hanging limb. He pulled a couple times on the branch above his head and then shouted, "Knuckles! Knuckles, Goddammit! Get your ass over here!"
There was a mumbled cry from the bushes and Big Ed shouted, "So forget her and bring me a couple pieces of rope."
Knuckles came out of the underbrush pulling up his jeans. He went to his chopper, rummaged around for a second and came back with two pieces of heavy nylon tow rope.
Big Ed took them without a word, tied one of Karen's wrists until she felt the circulation dying. With the other piece, he repeated the knot tying around her other wrist.
"Pick her up," he ordered Knuckles.
The man easily lifted Karen's lithe form. Big Ed tossed the long rope over the branch and caught the end as it came down. He gave it a yank that left Karen's wrist a few inches under the limb, then tied the loose end around her ankle. He repeated the action with the other rope.
"Drop her."
She hung, ankle tied to wrist, the rope over the tree limb. No matter how she struggled, she couldn't help but end up almost parallel with the ground, her legs swinging wide open.
A little thrill of pleasure ran through her in spite of the pain caused by the rope cutting into her flesh and the unnatural position putting her shoulders and legs under great strain.
He was going to fuck her like this!
"See how her cunt just sort of opens up when you swing her back and forth, Knuckles?" Big Ed gave her a swing to demonstrate. "Get the others. I want to show them how I operate."
The teenager couldn't keep her legs tightly together, no matter how much she tried. She was in such a position that the man could do anything he wanted to her – and would!
A thrill ran through her entire body. To be helpless, totally at the mercy of a dominant man, this was her big sexual thrill. She had to ask the man to do it, but that only added to her power trip. This was something she wanted, not him. She was actually making him be the aggressor.
The pain was becoming worse. But this was part of it. The pain gave her something to compare to the pleasure of his cock fucking her. The pain was offset by the pleasure and when the two mixed – sheer delight.
It was all confused in her head. She couldn't really understand it and finally decided she didn't want to. All that mattered now was enjoying the lunging cock he so tauntingly promised her.
"Get the entire gang together. I want 'em to watch what the old pro can do to this cunt, here," said Big Ed.
His words thrilled the girl. Not only was he going to fuck her, he was getting the others to watch!
Gooseflesh rippled up and down her spine at the thought.
"See how her legs are drifting apart. That means she really wants me. But I'm not going to fuck her. Not yet. Gimme that wrench, Knuckles. This is going into her first. Dig it?"
"No, wait, I…" she started, then moaned as the handle of the icy-cold wrench was shoved into her cunt. The wrench didn't hurt her; it was the sudden intrusion that took her breath away.
"She likes my tool. Let's see if another tool fits into her hot little oven as easy."
He began swinging her back and forth. The pain seared her joints, threatened to pull her apart at the arms and legs. But when she was swinging fast enough, he pulled his cock out and stood, feet braced. Her legs went on either side of his body. And the impact of her body with his took her breath away again.
He didn't spear her with his prick. He didn't even come close. All he did do was stop her wild swaying to and fro. But he stuffed his cock into her steamy, tight cunt. The suddenness o
"How you like it?"
"Yes, yes! Fuck me with your cock! Your lovely, hot tool!"
"She likes my tool," he said, almost offhandedly to the crowd, now making obscene remarks.
Those were the last things the teenager remembered hearing. She was so totally engrossed in the bizarre fucking, she couldn't think of anything else.
He began swinging her in a small arc again. Not enough to take her entirely off his cock but enough for most of it to slip out of her fevered twat.
Each swing took the prick away from her. It was a damned shame. She wanted it, all, of it all the time. But the movement was one which slowly warmed her twat walls. Her pussy was already juicing up enough to ease the friction. And the feel of his virile cock tugging at her pussy was enough to get her really excited.
The pain was increasing, but she tried to ignore that. He was making lewd, horrible statements about her, about anyone who would let themselves be used. He was saying that only a dog should fuck her. That he should piss on her face and leave her hanging.
She wanted him worse than ever!
The swinging motion carried her away – off his cock – enough so that she couldn't really use her stomach muscles to trap his prick. She tried, oh how she tried! But it was useless. The man could use all the force of his brawny arms and all she had were the weaker muscles of her cunt.
It wasn't any match.
He was able to do whatever he wanted to her. And he wanted to fuck her with the most pain possible. Each time his cock slammed into her widespread cunt, the jolt jarred her teeth. It wasn't a gentle fucking. He was making it as brutal as he possibly could.
And she loved every second of it.
"More, oh, unnngh!" She came. Her entire body arched in the crude harness in which he'd slung her. The feel of his cock working in and out of her sensitive twat, fucking her, making her feel like a complete woman, was enough to bring her off.
He continued to rock back and forth. He was beginning to enjoy this. She was totally at his mercy. Helpless, he could do anything to her he wanted. He reached over and began playing with her tits. They bounced around like jello on a plate, jello topped with twin red cherries. The nipples were aroused red fingers pointing straight up into the sky.
He reached across her body, momentarily touching her bush, before taking a double handful of her tits. Using these, he began moving her back and forth on his cock. She was a human pendulum. He swung her so that her cunt fit nicely around his rigid, steely hard cock.
He was beginning to really get off on this. She couldn't do a damned thing. He was the only one able to control the pace, the fucking, when – if – he wanted to stuff his prick all the way up her cunt.
"How you likin' this, cunt! You like being made to like some sort of mechanical beast?"
"Yes, oh yessss!"
"See if this is to your liking, then!"
He abandoned his post on her firm tits and moved his hand to her pussy mound. He laced his fingers through the cornsilk fine fibers and grabbed. A lance of pain shot through her entire cunt. The pulling of her pubic hair was an unexpected addition to the agony she was already feeling.
Using the handful of pussy fur, he began swinging her back and forth on his cock. The pain knifing into her twat was almost too much to bear. In the distance she could hear the voices of the rest of the gang. They were all saying terrible things about her, degrading things. But that didn't count.
All that was real was pain.
Pain and the cock surging in and out of her quim every time he swung her. But the handle he was using! The fleece of her bush would pull loose! She couldn't have her entire body going back and forth, solely using that as a handle.
But she endured it. She endured it for the joy given her when his cock sank all the way up her juicy twat. The feel of his cock, virile and all-male, was worth it. Anything was worth it to get the full measure of a man's cock.
He reached up with his free hand and began pulling on one of the ropes holding her over the tree limb. As he tugged at it, her right leg started upwards. His grip on her bush didn't lessen; he didn't stop swinging her like a human pendulum back and forth along the steely guide of his prick.
But the new motion threatened to upend her. She felt her cunt being tightened about his prick. It was a giddy sensation, one laden with fear and pain.
Pain and the joy of his cock fucking an even tighter twat. That was where it was at. He cared. A thrill of joy went through her body as she realized he was doing all this for her, because she told him she wanted it all.
"Like this, whore? Like it a lot?" he demanded.
"Ummm, ohhhh, ohhhh Chriiist!" she moaned. The words barely formed. The pain choked them off in her throat. But the feeling in her cunt made it all worthwhile. She was being fucked by the man's cock; that was what mattered, not that she was being twisted apart by the ropes.
He began slamming his body against hers. The tugging at the ropes reversed her path. Her leg wept down while a wrist was pulled up. She found herself going almost straight down on his cock. It entered her twat at a completely different angle.
Never in her wildest dreams had she thought screwing could be this exciting!
"Yeah, go after her, man!" came a cry. "I'm about ready to jerk off!"
The scene spun crazily around the teenager's head. Pulled up and down, swung back and forth, she couldn't focus on anything. She saw a big, red, ugly cock and a hand around it. The hand was stroking fast. And then there was a spurt of white splattering all over her face.
She tried licking it off. The way she was swung back and forth by the man who was driving his cock in and out of her prevented it. The more she wanted to sample that cum, the more he did to keep her from it.
"Go on, the rest of you. Jack off on her face. See if the bitch likes that."
She did.
Her tongue worked avidly to trap each and every drop of the shower of pearly jism cascading down on her. All the members of the gang were beating their meat while they watched their leader fucking her.
She was the main attraction. All of them were seeing her degraded, used, made a complete and total fool. She was nothing but a convenient hole to fuck.
She loved it.
He kept swinging her faster and faster. His cock became a searing poker ramming into her guts. She felt her body responding to all he was doing to her. Degraded and loving it. Humiliated and wanting more. Made a public spectacle and demanding more cum splattered onto her face. There was nothing she wouldn't do for him.
He was a man and he was fucking her.
When she felt the torrential outpouring of his jism, she came again. He kept her swaying back and forth as he pumped wildly into her twat. His body made lewd little smacking noises as he screwed himself as far into her yielding twat as he could.
Then his cock limply fell out of her manhole.
The excitement in her body refused to abate. She cried out, "Again! I want it all again!"
A voice said, "Yeah, lemme do it!"
A chorus cheered him on. "Go, Ivan, break that dork of yours off inside her. It's the only way you'll ever get it off!"
And Ivan fucked her the same way Big Ed had.
The others took their turn. Her anus was dead. Her legs felt like wooden sticks. But her cunt was alive, more alive than she could have imagined.
Each climax was bigger than the last. She was getting what she wanted.
In the distance, a voice said, "Hey, it's the man. Let's split!"
And in a second, she was alone. Dangling from the tree limb, her face and hair caked with cum, the blonde teenager slowly came to her senses. The flush of sex was draining and all that was left was pain. Red pain, pain fogging her senses until she could barely see.
A man in black came striding up to her. In a slurred voice, she begged, "Please, I, oh Chriiist, please."
She wanted more but couldn't say it.
"Shit, I never seen anything like this. Hey, Charlie, get the knife, will you? Let's cut her down."
A second figure in black came up. His voice said, "I don't believe it. Those bikers aren't animals. No animal would ever do this. They're just fucking perverted!"
"Hang on to her. Yeah, there. Take it easy and we'll get you down."
Karen managed to focus her eyes and saw the uniforms of two state troopers. They'd found her.
"Okay, take it easy, just stay calm," he kept repeating over and over. "You're going to be all right. We'll get you back to your folks. They'll take real good care of you." And in a lower voice to his partner, he added, "I'd give my right arm for five minutes with the guy who thought this up."
"You'd be up on charges so fast your head'd swim, man. And I'd want to be there helping you," his partner said. "Perverts, all of 'em, stinking Goddamn perverts."
They put Karen in the back seat of the black-and-white cruiser and drove her in to the hospital.
The next few days were lost in a blur of tranquilizers.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"It's so good to have you home again, Karen. I just don't know why you went off like that. Look what happened to you."
The teenager sat, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees. Listening to her mother was more of a drag than she remembered. But at least, the woman was sober.
Her father wasn't.
He was staggering drunk when she got into the house. He breathed a forty-horsepower breath into her face, saying, "Good to have you back, sweetie. Really missed you. And I heard what those freaks done to you. A fuckin' crime, it was. Cops'll get 'em, don't you worry none."
"Really," snapped Karen's mother, "you shouldn't use words like that. Not after all she's been through."
"Will you two stop reminding me of what I've been through, as you so nicely put it?" Karen glared at them. It wasn't going to be any different. As soon as her mother found the bottle her father was working on, they would both be drunk.
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