Raped teenager

by Roberta Vickers

  A tiny river of blood had started again. She picked up her discarded panties and saw they were totally ruined. Brushing off the sand first, she crammed the rag up her cunt to staunch the flow of redness. Her agonies seemed to fade away as soon as she did this crude bandaging job.

  "Where did that son of a bitch go?" she asked out loud. Her father was nowhere to be seen. He had drunkenly wandered off. In the distance, she could see the lights burning brightly – almost cheerfully – in the small trailer. It was the last place in the world she wanted to go.

  She realized her father wouldn't remember what had happened. When he got really boozed up, memories began to fade rapidly in direct proportion to the amount of liquor he consumed.

  He'd finished off enough to totally erase his entire brain.

  Karen sat on the ground, weak in reaction to what had happened to her. She tried to cry and found the tears refused to come now. There was a hardness inside her that refused to allow such an outpouring of grief. When he had raped and humiliated her, something inside had died.

  She hated him worse than she'd ever hated anyone before in her life.

  "Damn you, Goddamn your fucking ways!" she moaned out, wincing at the pain as she took a deep breath.

  Gently probing, she found only bruised ribs. Nothing serious. Nothing as serious as her savaged cunt.

  Standing produced a wave of vertigo. As the dizziness passed, she firmly resolved to never again return to that horrid trailer and her parents. What did they care about her? She was just a tax deduction, nothing more. They didn't show her any love, any compassion. And if her lot was to be raped by her alcohol-drenched father, she was certain she could do a lot better on her own.

  How and doing what, she didn't know. But she'd find a way. There had to be something she could do. Waitress, maybe. They made good money. She might even be able to find a job as a secretary. She could type – sort of – and it wouldn't be all that hard filing papers.

  She'd get by. She had to.

  Walking in the direction opposite the trailer carried her into the desert. The sandy road under her feet crunched and tore at her flesh. She cursed her stupidity in not wearing shoes. There just hadn't been any way of telling that she'd be running away now. She wasn't psychic. Far from it. All the signs of her father raping her had been there. Overlooking them had been easier than preparing for the inevitable.

  An hour later, she was shivering from the cold. Wishing she'd taken that drink her father had offered her before screwing her, she pulled the tatters of her clothing closer around her lithe body. Gooseflesh rippled up and down her bate arms and legs and her teeth began to chatter. She couldn't believe the desert got so cold so fast after the sun went down.

  Overhead the diamond-hard points of the stars seemed to mock her. They were laughing at her, telling her what an asshole she was. She looked around for a place to hole up for the night. Not finding anywhere that looked like a promising sanctuary, Karen kept moving.

  Better to be cold and moving than stationary and frozen to death.

  As she gritted her teeth to keep them from clacking loudly together, she heard boisterous laughter. It seemed nearby, but the desert air was so still, the sounds could have been coming from miles away.

  The only thing she could do was head in the general direction of the voices. In less than ten minutes, she saw a small stand of mesquite on the bank of an arroyo, a cheerful fire and a dozen men sitting around it, joking and swapping lies.

  Hesitant, she didn't know if she should go down there. She finally saw the motorcycles parked in the arroyo – this was a biker gang. There was no telling what they might do to her if they found her. She'd seen too many movies to believe they'd treat her any better than her father had.

  The issue was settled for her.

  She felt powerful hands circle her waist, lifting her high into the air. A coarse voice, bellowed, "Goddamn, lookit this! Lookit what I found out here! Kin I keep her?"

  The others spun, knives glinting in the light of the fire. Karen found herself hypnotized by the dancing light reflected off those weapons. Nasty blades, long enough to rip her guts out, all in obviously capable hands. One man in the group separated himself and began trudging up the slope.

  "What you got there, Knuckles?"

  "This little chickie was spying on us. Think she's one of them CIA spies?"

  The man dressed in a dingy denim jacket with patches hidden in the shadows towered over her. He reached out and put his callused finger under her chin, lifting her face to stare straight into his.

  "Hmmmm, not bad-looking. You sure do find some pretty spies, Knuckles. Right pretty, even if I do say so myself."

  "Can I keep her, Big Ed? Huh?"

  "We'll see, we'll see. Let's get this poor waif down to the fire. And get something… hot into her."

  He laughed, joined by Knuckles. Karen didn't understand what he meant, but it didn't sound pleasant.

  "Please, I wasn't spying on you or anything like that. I… I was just passing by. I'll leave you alone. You won't see anything more of me, honest!"

  "Oh, little one, we're gonna see a hell of a lot more of you!" Big Ed laughed and motioned Knuckles toward the small campfire. He pushed Karen down the slopes. She lost her balance and went rolling down the sandy hill to land in a heap at the bottom. When she looked up, she was surrounded by a circle of dirty, scab-ridden bodies, all of them leering at her.

  Big Ed pulled her toward the fire and motioned to a tin can filled with greasy stew. "Go on, have some food. You look the worse for wear and tear."

  "Yeah, and we're gonna wear and tear you some more, hey?"

  "Shut up, Scrooge. This is for me to decide. I'm the head honcho in this MC."

  "Don't give me any of that bullshit, Big Ed. We…"

  The one called Scrooge never finished his sentence. A chain hissed out through the air and wrapped itself around his throat. Clutching at it, the man fell to his knees, trying to breath. Big Ed pulled him along like a dog on a leash.

  "I don't want to hear any more out of you tonight. Got that, Scrooge? We can do it the easy way – you keep that sonovabitchin' mouth of yours shut – or we can do it my way. I just yank."

  The savage jerk he gave the chain caused Karen to wince in pain. The man with the chain around his neck started turning purple from lack of oxygen. Seeing this, Big Ed gave an easy twitch of his wrist and released it. Scrooge fell gasping to the ground.

  Big Ed turned back to Karen, saying, "How'd you happen to be up there spying on us?"

  "I wasn't spying, honest! I… never mind." She fell into a frightened silence.

  "Talk or I'll make you talk. Maybe I'll let Scrooge have you for a while. He's real mad now. No tellin' what he'd do to you. And that would be a real Goddamn shame havin' such a pretty little blonde girl all bashed in."

  Karen swallowed hard, pulled her tattered clothes tighter around her body and tried to think as small as she could. They wouldn't go away but maybe they would get tired of her.

  "Spyin', that is exactly what you were doing." Big Ed began nervously playing with a tiny gold ring in his right earlobe. Karen noticed the motion and started to say something, then bit it back. That earring didn't look the least effeminate on the man. Without being told, she realized he'd maybe killed people fix saying such a thing.

  "No, really I wasn't! I was running away." And with those simple words, she found herself spilling everything to Big Ed. A mistake or not, she didn't know. All that mattered was the nervous release of words. It took the edge off her fear, gave her something to do besides cower in front of these evil men.

  "So, nobody knows about where you are. Well, as being good citizens and all that, we're going to have to make sure you don't run off again. Right gang?"

  The broken-toothed, grimy bikers all leered and shouted, "Yeah, Big Ed, that's the way to tell her!"

  Big Ed moved faster than a man his size should have. Lightning couldn't have moved faster. He was suddenly beside her, his hands holdi
ng her slender wrists together. He transferred them to one huge paw while he groped around searching out some rope.

  The coarse twine cut into her hands. She struggled, trying to fight him off. It did no good. He was too big, too strong. The trip through the desert had sapped her strength, though that hardly mattered. The muscles rippling under the tanned skin of Big Ed's arms told the story; he was strong enough to make her do anything he wanted, no matter what her condition.

  "How do you like having your hands tied up like that, huh?"

  "You're an animal!" she spat at him.

  He casually slapped her. "Don't say that. In fact, don't say anything but how much you want my cock."

  He reached down and pulled out his huge prick. In the firelight, the ugly red erection looked like a mottled stick of raw beef. In spite of herself, she couldn't take her eyes off his prick. Big, thick, it was about the largest she'd ever seen.

  It made her father's look like a pencil in comparison. And Big Ed was going to fuck her with it!

  He'd tear her apart. His cock would rip her delicate, already damaged pussy flesh. The bleeding had stopped from where her father had cruelly rammed the bottle. But if Big Ed slammed that hunk of fuck stick back into her twat, he'd start her bleeding again.

  "Please, my… my pussy is hurt!"

  "Well, I got about the best pussy pleaser around!" The others in his gang laughed and started making lewd gestures and suggestions.

  "Hey, let's take a bet. Think she's a natural blonde? Ten bucks says it's bleached."

  "You're on. Go on, Big Ed, let's see if her snatch patch matches her hair."

  A quick tearing motion proved that her pussy mound was the identical color of her hair, now tangled and disheveled from her fights.

  "Goddamn, that's about the prettiest chick I seen in a helluva long time." He started stroking his hard, callused hands over her soft, tender body. The slightest touch made her cringe. With her hands tied, she wasn't able to fight him off as she wanted. The more she struggled, the more he seemed to enjoy it.

  He and her father were a matched set, she suddenly realized. They both took what they wanted, no matter what anyone else felt. Cruel, infinitely cruel and heartless. She even saw a slight resemblance between the biker and her father.

  Shuddering as much from the cold as from what was going to happen to her, she begged, "Don't, please! My pussy's all ripped up!"

  "Yeah, look at this joy rag." With a quick yank, he pulled the bloody plug of cloth out from her twat. She cried, a low animal-like noise deep in her throat. The man ignored her.

  "Too good to waste" and "Can I fuck her next" and "Get on with it, man, or your cock's gonna freeze off" came from the men.

  "Right. Enough of this."

  She opened her eyes and saw nothing but the ugly red cock coming toward her, a dirty hand circling it, guiding it toward her snatch. Trying to wiggle away did no good. Hands held her down, pulled her legs wide. Never had she felt more vulnerable. They could do anything they wanted to her. Hands tied, she was helpless. Screaming would only encourage them. She was miles from help. And who would go up against a sex-crazed gang of bikers?

  Still she fought. It wasn't much. But it released a little of her pent-up terror.

  "How's it feel, baby doll, having a real man's cock here?"

  With the last word, he jammed his hips forward. She felt the long rod of prick surge all the way up her quim. There wasn't any fuck fluid to ease its passage. She cried out in pain as the ungreased stick vanished all the way up her twat.

  The pain threatened to make her pass out. As blackness was creeping up around the edges of her vision, a sharp, stinging slap brought her around.

  "Hey, don't go passin' out on me. I want you to enjoy this, baby doll. Just like I'm enjoying it!"

  "You filthy bastard! You cocksucking motherfucker!"

  He slapped her again, splitting her lower lip. "Now where'd a nice girl like you learn those words? Gotta show you what it's all about. What this is all about!"

  He jerked his hips again, then began twisting his pelvis around. His deeply buried cock started stirring around far inside her twat. The motion wasn't gentle but it still stimulated her. She couldn't explain it. The feel of this beast's cock along her pussy walls made her feel sexy. The very act of raping her was turning her on.

  She fought against her body's reaction – and lost. Her cunt began frothing over with lust juices. At first she was frightened it might be blood, but in the dim light cast by the fire, she saw it was nothing but her own natural lubricants oozing out.

  She hated herself for it.

  Giving into this animal!

  "Hey, I think baby doll's little cunt is beginning to like me. Yeah, I kin feel her. All tight and now it's not dry anymore. Juicy, damned juicy. This chickie's no virgin, guys, but wow, is she blight!"

  He pulled out slowly, his cock making an obscene sucking noise. She felt as if he were pulling her guts out using the vacuum created by his huge cock pressed so firmly against her pussy walls. She groaned, but the man ignored her.

  He was too busy feeling the surge of power pass through his body. This chick was a hot one. Sexy, she had everything going for her. He loved the way her tits heaved up and down as he stroked into her. As soon as his prick was all the way up her cunt, the way the pussy walls started rippling and massaging his buried length made him even hornier. The sight of that natural blonde bush was a real turn-on for him.

  His cock vanishing between her pink pussy lips wasn't so bad either. In fact, it was fine! The heat boiling out of her interior seeped into his cock and warmed him all the way to his tails. He felt the lead-heavy jism begin to quiver and chum in anticipation of spewing out into her eagerly awaiting cunt.

  When he pulled back, it was like trying to get out of a glove. The soft folds of her quim gripped and held his cock. Wiggling his hips a little got him out without any problem.

  He felt the sweat beginning to trickle down his body inside his heavy denim jacket. The droplets on his forehead gleamed wickedly in the light cast by the fire.

  He said, "You really want me, don't you, baby doll. Tell me how much you want more of my cock. Tell me, damn you, tell me!"

  "No, ohhhhh, no, no! Not, ummm, yes! Give it to me!"

  He'd started moving back and forth, his cock going about an inch into her twat. The rapid stroking was building up the fires of her desire. He knew exactly how to turn a chick on and was doing it. Each and every time he fucked into her box, he made sure a different area was stimulated by the contact with his prick.

  The delicately scalloped, pink inner pussy lips got special attention. He dragged the acorn-sized glans of his prick over the flaps of sensitive flesh until the blonde split on either side of his cock was writhing in sheer need for him to fuck her.

  That wasn't enough. He drove his cock a little deeper into her cunt. The bucking cock was as big as a stallion's – and he knew it. He wanted to fuck her hard, try and rip her apart all the way to the chin. But he could do that with any of the women around camp. This teenager was something special.

  He could humiliate her.

  And he was doing a damned good job. She felt useless, totally abandoned. Confused by the sensations ripping into her body, she wanted to die. There was nothing she wanted more than to let him fuck her, have his cock driving hard and deep all the way up her juicy twat. And that was the very thing she didn't want – it was a dilemma she couldn't solve.

  Ingrained morals told her this was all wrong, he had no right to fuck her like this. But her body was the traitor. It was enjoying the crude lovemaking and ignoring her bound hands. The fact it took three others to hold her legs spread wide for the man's easy entry into her cunt both excited and appalled her.

  She was so confused she surrendered to her body's urges.

  "Fuck me, please! Fuck me hard! I want you in me!"

  "So? See, guys? She does appreciate a real man's cock. Think I should give it to her?"

  "Naw, let me give h
er mine!"

  "I want sloppy seconds!"

  "Aw, go on and screw the hell out of her. You're keepin' me awake with all the loud screamin' and carryin' on."

  "Hear them, baby doll? They think I should go on and fuck you. How about it?"

  "Yes, damn you, yesssss!" she shrieked, her body urgent in its needs now. Her morals were totally droned in the sea of her desire. His thick cock plugging her was all she wanted out of life!

  When he rammed hard into her again, she almost fainted. The huge girth of his prick split her sex lips wide open to the breaking point. Her inner membranes were stretched and pulled in new and painfully different directions. She'd never taken a man as big as him before.

  Even with the bottle crammed up her twat, she hadn't felt this filled. And the bottle had been cold. His cock wasn't only warm, it was hot, burning hot! Jerking and dancing around inside her, she let a shuddery sigh pass through her body. It was painful at first but her body was able to stretch enough to accommodate that mighty prick.

  "More, gimme more!" she demanded through lust-thickened lips.

  "More, she wants, so I'll give her more!" His entire body was straining now. Sweat poured in rivers off his powerful body as he fucked her. Each stroke was like a piston on a locomotive. It drove forward with all the power of a machine.

  He felt his cock clutched and massaged by the softness of her velvety cunt walls. And with the juices flowing wildly from her twat now, he was making lewd smucking noises every time he pulled out of her manhole.

  The girl was trembling in reaction. If a red hot poker was being jammed all the way into her belly, the feelings couldn't have been much different. She was seared and torn and humiliated – and loved it, wanted more!

  The cock reaming her out finally set off her orgasm.

  "Ungghhhh! Ohhhh!" she groaned.

  He felt her cunt walls collapsing like the shaft of a mine after an explosion. Jerking his throbbing cock out, he held it in his hand while the girl's body was racked by her fierce orgasm.