Whipped and Raped

by Max Sharkey

  “Yes! Do it! Ass-fuck me, Malcolm! Really ram it to me! I want to feel your cock deep inside of my asshole!”

  “You got it, Sally!” Malcolm exclaimed, beaming with pride as he hammered his cock in quick, pumping motions into her tight asshole. The big man was grunting and groaning with sexual pleasure now. He was perspiring freely and drops of sweat dripped off his brow and landed on Sally’s bare shoulders.

  This was really what you would call being in the heat of passion! Sally decided. Christ! How wonderful it felt to be impaled on the big man’s prick. It was degrading, that was for sure. But somehow it was exciting to be so brutally dominated by such a stud of a man. She loved Malcolm’s hard prick! She actually loved the cock that was at that very moment raping her tight and tender asshole. She wondered if she was beginning to love Malcolm. After all, he was a crude man, but she sensed that he really liked her. He had started calling her by her true name. No longer did he assent her and call her a bitch and a whore.

  “Oh, Sally! Your asshole feels so nice and tight. I love it! God, you really are a beautiful young thing!” he groaned. With one final, powerful cock-thrust into her asshole, he grunted loudly and shot his load of thick, hot jism deep into her ass. “Unnnnggghhhh! Oh! Sally! That was great!”

  As she felt his prick begin to shrink inside of her asshole after depositing its load of cum, she felt an orgasm coming on. A big one! “Ohhhhh! Oh! Aaahhh!” she wailed as she hunched her hips and jerked about wantonly beneath Malcolm’s sweat drenched body. Her orgasm hit her like a brick, blinding her, tearing through her body, ripping into her brain, exploding like a million firecrackers.

  She screamed and shrieked with unbridled, unashamed lust. “Aaahhh!” Her body was on fire. The orgasm was the most powerful climax that she had ever experienced. Her pussy seemed to glow like a thousand-watt light-bulb and she felt a tremendous release. She felt no pain, no anger or hostility. She felt sexually fulfilled for the first time. She felt wonderful! Ecstatic! “Good Lord in Heaven!” she shouted. “Malcolm, I loved it! You were great!” She let out a deep, sensuous sigh and turned her head upward, offering her lips to the big stud.

  Malcolm slid off of her naked body, knelt beside her and kissed her passionately. It was a kiss that lingered. His tongue snaked into her mouth and he sucked her tongue. Sally felt like she was in a dream world. She was on top of the world! “Thank you, Malcolm,” she cooed when the kiss ended. “You are, one hell of a man.”

  “And you are one hell of a woman,” he replied, nodding and smiling. He bent over and kissed her nipples lovingly. “I’ve fucked plenty of women, probably hundreds,” he told her with a pathetic, embarrassed look on his face. “But, I swear to God, I’ve never felt anything like what we just experienced. That wasn’t just ass-fucking. That was that was…”

  “That was making love,” Sally said with finality.

  “Yeah! That’s what it was,” Malcolm said, grinning like a kid. “Dammit I’m afraid I might befalling in love with you, Sally.”

  “Malcolm, let me tell you something. I’m afraid I’ve already fallen in love with you.”

  Malcolm moved between her legs and bent his head down. He kissed her pussy, savoring the taste of her sweet pussy-nectar, his eyes wide with delight as he ogled her pretty thatch of red cunt-hair. His tongue slithered into her cunt, parting her pink pussy-lips. He licked and lapped lovingly at her precious pussy.

  Sally moaned in ecstasy. Her sensitive clit-button throbbed with anxious anticipation. Soon, she would climax again. Malcolm was a hell of a lover! she thought.

  Malcolm sucked her cunt tenderly as though he were worshipping her pussy. He adored the ill treated eighteen-year-old girl. He was in love. There was no question about it.

  “Aaaahhhh!” Sally moaned as her climax struck her. “I love you! I love you, Malcolm! I love you! I love you!” she repeated over and over again.

  At that very moment, she heard the menacing voice of Bertram Havermeyer. “Ha! What a joke! Let me tell you something, you worthless little cunt! You’re not gonna love what I plan to do to you.” Then, addressing Malcolm, he added, “Get up and get dressed, lover-boy. We’ve got to dispose of this bitch. It’s time for us to take her for a ride.”

  Sally shuddered with fear. She looked up at Malcolm, but his expression conveyed no sense of empathy. He looked cold and hard. “Malcolm! You won’t let them hurt me, will you?”

  Malcolm shrugged and smiled cruelly. “Honey, Bertram says you’re gonna be taking a ride. If that’s what Bertram Havermeyer says, then that’s the way it will be. He’s the boss. Sorry, darling. It was fun while it lasted, though.”

  Sally couldn’t believe her ears. Surely, Malcolm was joking. He had just professed his love for her! How could he turn his back on her after making such passionate love. It made no sense! “I’m scared,” she said tearfully. “What are you gonna do with me?”

  Then Mindy chimed in. “They’re gonna snuff you, bitch!”

  “Snuff me?”

  “Kill you, dummy. They’re gonna kill you.” Sally was bewildered. She felt blood rush to her brain and she passed out, falling over, her head hitting the floor with a dull thump.

  9

  When Sally woke up, she found herself on the floor of a late-model Cadillac limousine. Her head ached, and when she tried to move her hands, she realized that they were bound by tight-fitting handcuffs. The car was moving.

  Looking up, she saw Mindy and Bertram sitting above her. Where was Malcolm? she wondered.

  “Take a turn at the next dirt road.” Bertram instructed the driver.

  “Okay, boss,” said the driver. Sally recognized the driver’s voice immediately. It was Malcolm Reams!

  “Malcolm!” she shouted.

  “You shut up, bitch!” hissed the evil brunette bitch who reclined in the plush back seat. “Damn, what a shame that we have to snuff this cunt. She did such a great job of sucking my cunt. Hell, I would’ve liked to have her around to service my pussy whenever I got horny.”

  “Ha! That’s all the time. Mindy,” Bertram quipped.

  Mindy stretched out her nylon-clad leg and nudged Sally’s face with the pointed tip of her shoe. “What a dreadful waste to have to kill you, bitch. You really did give me a damned good cunt sucking job. You would’ve made a good personal maid. Shit, Bertram!” she cursed. “Every time you come up with a good one, it seems like they have to be snuffed. I want her to suck my cunt again before we kill her.”

  “Forget it, Mindy!” Bertram said harshly.

  “Well, how about a foot massage? You don’t object to that, do you?”

  “Not at all. Go right ahead. Have some fun with her. But we’ll be at the killing ground soon,” Bertram said as he lit a thick cigar and turned to look out the window.

  “Take off my shoe, bitch,” Mindy commanded. “I can’t. My hands are handcuffed behind my back,” Sally answered timidly.

  Suddenly, Mindy stuck her thin, stiletto heel into Sally’s mouth, and pulled her foot back. The heel almost ripped out the tormented girl’s front teeth, but the wicked woman’s shoe slipped off and dropped to the floor of the car. Sally couldn’t believe how nasty and evil the brunette bitch could be. She was a true sadist, and Sally could tell by the lewd leer on Mindy’s face that she enjoyed degrading her.

  “Rub my foot. Give me a real good foot massage,” Mindy said as she lit a cigarette with a fancy gold lighter.

  “I would, if I could. But my hands are bound behind my back,” Sally replied meekly.

  “You really are dense,” Mindy said, shaking her head with disapproval. “You deserve to be snuffed. Shit, you probably would’ve made a lousy maid.” With that, the evil bitch thrust her toes into Sally’s upturned face and cruelly ground her stocking foot into the girl’s face. “Mmmmmmm,” she cooed. “That feels good. You don’t need to use your hands to massage my foot. Your face works just fine.”

  How degrading! Sally thought. She would give anything to
get back at the nasty bitch. Not to mention Bertram Havermeyer and Malcolm Reams. But she would never get a chance at revenge.

  They were going to kill her. And soon. She prayed to God to spare bet life. She was sorry for the wrongs that she had committed in her short eighteen years of life. And she hoped that the good Lord would forgive her and allow her into Heaven. Her silent prayer was interrupted when she heard Bertram say to Malcolm, “Stop here! This is the place!”

  “You got it, boss,” Malcolm replied as he stepped on the brakes. The car pulled to a stop. When he turned off the headlights, they were bathed in total darkness. “Where are we?” Sally asked.

  “None of your fucking business, bitch!” Bertram shouted.

  “Honey,” said Mindy as she slipped her shoe back on her foot, “we are in the middle of nowhere. We are miles away from the nearest town. Do let me be more precise. Where we are right now is the site of your grave. This is where you are going to die, bitch… Oh, by the way, thanks for the foot massage.”

  “Fuck you!” Sally blurted angrily. “And fuck you, too, Mister Bertram Havermeyer. And fuck you, Malcolm, you bastard!”

  “Feisty little wench, isn’t she?” said Bertram Havermeyer.

  Bertram stared at the tormented redhead with glaring eyes. Then he smiled and spoke to Malcolm. “Go get the shovel and start working on little Sally’s grave.” Then, to Mindy. “Go find me a couple of nice thin pieces of birch.”

  Mindy chuckled and dashed off in search of birch branches. Bertram shrugged and trudged back toward the Cadillac.

  “You really are a bastard!” Sally exclaimed. “I hope you rot in Hell, you demented son of a bitch!”

  Smack! Smack! Smack! The blows landed sharply on Sally’s naked tits. She tried to protect herself, but the handcuffs that bound her wrists restrained her movements. She steeled her nerves and was determined not to cry or plead for mercy.

  She was beyond tears. Besides, she thought, if I’m going to die, I’m going to do it with dignity.

  “Yeah, you are a feisty little wench, all right,” Bertram said, nodding and grinning lewdly. He unzipped his trousers and knelt over the poor girl’s face. As he tugged his prick from his pants, he leered at her, then commanded, “Suck my cock one last time, Sally.”

  “Not a chance!” she replied angrily.

  “Honey, if you don’t suck my prick, you know what I might be tempted to do?”

  Sally shook her head. “I’m liable to have you buried alive.”

  “No!” she screamed.

  “Suck my cock, and suck it real nice, Sally,” Bertram said as he smiled wickedly, savoring his power over the young girl.

  Bertram’s thick, blue-veined prick slid between Sally’s ruby lips and she reluctantly began to slurp and suck on his swollen cock-knob. His prick began to swell in her mouth. Soon, she felt his bloated cock-knob banging painfully into the tender linings of her mouth. Each powerful cock-stoke sent his rock-hard cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. Soon, his cock was in her throat! Cutting off her air! She began to gag and choke, but Bertram was a merciless bastard.

  “Suck, bitch! Suck my cock!”

  Sally almost blacked out from suffocation. What a horrid way to die! she thought as she felt her life beginning to slip away. Blue turned to gray, and the irrevocable blackness of death seemed ominously close. She refused to quit, though. She would hang onto life until the very end. She fought against the urge to give up and die while sucking Bertram’s big cock. She would not suffer the indignity of dying from being choked by the cruel man’s prick.

  “Aaahhh! Yeah! Fuck! Shit! Piss! Nnnhhh!” Bertram moaned as he shot his wad of jism deep into Sally’s throat.

  In a semi-conscious state, Sally heard the man’s moaning and cursing. She felt his jism shooting into her throat, and she felt his prick begin to shrivel and recede from her throat as he spent his load of cum.

  “Swallow my cum!” Bertram demanded.

  She gulped down his jism and knew that she would not die – at least not yet! She was relieved.

  “Ha! Ha! You get a good blow-job, Bertram, huh?” came the high-pitched voice of Mindy, who stood beside them.

  “Not bad! Not bad at all,” Bertram replied as he stood on shaky legs. His prick was dripping with jism.

  “Here’s a nice bunch of birch whips,” Mindy said. “Want me to flog the bitch?”

  “No!” said Bertram. “You just stay the fuck out of this!” he shouted sharply. “Get the hell out of here! Go back to the car and wait.”

  “Oh, come on, Bertram,” Mindy whimpered. “Let me in on the fun.”

  Bertram spun about and, with a closed fist, he slammed a hard blow into Mindy’s wet cunt.

  “Owwww!” Mindy cried out as she doubled over and fell to the ground.

  “Get back in the car and wait!” Bertram shouted.

  “Okay, okay,” she muttered as she picked herself up and limped back to the car. Mindy knew better than to push the issue. Bertram was a nasty bastard when he was in a bad mood. She didn’t want to take a chance on getting him too angry with her.

  As she staggered painfully to the Cadillac, she passed Malcolm Reams who strode forward, carrying a shovel and a tire iron. She smiled lewdly at Malcolm and said, “Have fun, donkey-dick.”

  Malcolm grinned lewdly. “Believe me, Mindy, I plan to have plenty of fun.”

  With that, Malcolm walked to the killing ground. He could hear Sally’s pitiful moaning. Then he saw Bertram standing over the tormented teenager, whipping her brutally with the birch branches. Bertram was breathless and weary, but that didn’t stop him from raining blows on Sally’s tits, and ass and cunt.

  “Take that, cunt!” Bertram cursed as he whipped her naked, writhing body.

  Sally bit back her tears, determined not to show Bertram that she was in agony. She would not give him that perverse satisfaction. But her body was on fire. The birch whip slashed across her nipples and pussy-lips. She flinched and moaned with pain, but she did not cry.

  Malcolm strode forward and grabbed Bertram’s wrist as he prepared to slash the wretched young girl again. “Take it easy, boss. You’re gonna wear yourself out,” he told Bertram. “Take a breather. You can’t lose control. You’re the boss, Mister Havermeyer. Mindy and I count on you. Relax while I dig the grave, then you can go at it again. Look, I brought you a tire iron. You can ream out her asshole with it later. Before we bury her.”

  Bertram smiled lewdly. “Thanks, good buddy. Always thinking about your boss, aren’t you? I’ll see that you get a nice, big bonus for that.”

  “Thanks,” Malcolm said. “I’d appreciate that. I’m gonna go to work now.”

  “Dig it deep, Malcolm. A nice deep grave for our little redhead.”

  “Will do, boss,” Malcolm replied with a nod. As he passed by Sally’s prone, tortured body, he looked down at her and winked.

  “I hate you!” she shouted. “I thought you loved me, but I was wrong. You’re no different from the other two. You’re a prick.”

  “Shut the fuck up, cunt!” Malcolm cursed as he leaned down and slapped Sally. Then he leaned down and whispered, “Trust me, honey.” Then, he strolled off with the shovel in his thick fist.

  Sally didn’t know what to think. What did Malcolm mean? He had told her to trust him. She was hopelessly confused. Why should she trust him? She felt like she was going mad. Her brain was working overtime, and she soon passed out from sheer mental exhaustion.

  Still half asleep, Sally felt a cold, hard object slicing in and out of her wet cunt.

  “How do you like getting fucked by a tire iron?” said Bertram Havermeyer, who jacked off his hard cock as he slid the tire iron in and out of her pussy. His eyes were glazed over with lust.

  “W-what are you doing!” Sally cried. Then she looked down and saw the tire iron slicing in and out of her pussy.

  “Nooooo!” she wailed. “You can’t do this to me!”

  “Can’t I?”
Bertram hissed. “Who the fuck’s gonna stop me from fucking you with a tire iron?”

  “I am!” came Malcolm’s deadly serious voice. He stood behind Bertram, legs spread apart, his bare chest, his muscles rippling and slick with perspiration.

  “I’ll be through with the bitch in a minute. Then we’ll kill her and be gone,” Bertram said to Malcolm.

  Malcolm’s heavy fist slammed into Bertram’s face with the force of a locomotive.

  Bertram Havermeyer was knocked out cold. Sally shouted to Malcolm. “Take this ugly tire iron out of my cunt!”

  “Will do,” Malcolm replied, and slipped the tire iron out of Sally’s juicy cunt. Then he bent over and kissed the girl on the mouth, a passionate kiss that made Sally’s pussy drool with cunt-nectar. “I told you to trust me. Everything will be okay now. Don’t worry about a thing, my loved one,” Malcolm said tenderly.

  “I love you, Malcolm,” Sally cooed. “Fuck me, please.”

  They fucked with wild, reckless abandon, writhing about on the ground. Malcolm’s monstrous prick was buried balls-deep in the girl’s hot, wet pussy, and she savored the wondrous sensations that pulsated in her clit. She was on fire. Her cunt and clit spasmed and her seething pussy rippled with erotic delight. They weren’t just fucking. They were making love! Sally was overcome with lust and desire. His prick felt so hard and big in her hot, tight cunt. She writhed about beneath the big man, savoring his powerful, pummeling cock-thrusts and loving the way that he sucked her tongue into his mouth. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard and fast!” she pleaded. “Oh, God! This is beautiful, Malcolm! Fuck! Fuck my needy pussy! I love you!” She felt her orgasm coming on. It crept up on her and extended in her well-fucked cunt. Her frenzied passion was totally out of control.

  “Ohhhh! Oh, yes!” Malcolm shrieked as he came. His thick load of jism flowed through his prick and saturated her cunt, filled her pussy with an abundance of cum.