Ted Leonard: Daughter_s torment

"Just relax, kitten," Jim said, rubbing her other leg. "I think we've got exactly what you've been looking for, too."

"No, nooo," Sharon whined. Her puzzlement turned into fear and tears welled in her eyes. All she'd wanted was a little fun cockteasing the men. Now she was trapped. And judging from the fire in their eyes, she was in deep trouble. These men weren't fooling around. They weren't playing the game other men seemed to play, pretending horniness but not really accosting a girl. These men were playing for keeps!

"Ohh, God, let me go!" she cried in sudden panic.

Clint didn't like hysteria in his chicks. He put pressure on her thigh and put his face close to hers.

"Calm down, baby," he said evenly.

Sharon shut up immediately. There was something about his eyes, something about the way he squeezed her thigh that told her she'd better quiet down.

"Thats better," Clint said. "Nothing to get upset about. We ain't gonna do anything to you that you ain't had done already. You like sex, don't you?"

Sharon caught her breath and she couldn't answer such a question. But then, she couldn't have answered if she'd wanted, to. Clint's mouth suddenly covered hers and before she realized it, her lips were pried apart by his big, thick tongue and strange new thrills shot all through her body as he kissed her hotly.

"Mmmphhhh!" She gasped through the horny kiss. She pushed at the huge man's chest.

Then she pounded at his shoulders with, her small fists. None of it did any good.

His huge tongue was licking around inside her mouth and both his hands were stroking her thighs. Sharon went all weak and helpless. She moaned a little, then stopped crying as she felt her pussy helplessly getting hot.

Wild, crazy thoughts holed her young mind. This wasn't at all what she'd wanted. She'd just wanted to cocktease a little, as usual. She'd just wanted to feel sexy and feminine.

The car stopped and Clint freed her soft, young mouth. Sharon gasped for a cool breath as theun forced her out of the car and into a strange, old house. She didn't even know where she was.

The minute they had her safely in the house, they locked the door. Both men cornered her and, as she whimpered and sniffled and protested weakly, they stripped her naked.

"Ohhh, don't, please," Sharon begged as Clint stripped her shorts all the way down her pretty legs.

The men chuckled and drew her down onto the floor. Then they stood over ha and ogled her luscious, nude body. Jim, Sharon noticed, sort of backed away and left her to Clint.

He peered down at her furry little cunt and longed to suck her pussy, ached to shove his horny cock up into her eimt. But it wasn't time yet. Any asshole could rape a chick and get his rocks off. But it was an art to turn an unwilling girl on, to make her moan for stiff cock. That's what Clint wanted to do.

"Spread those pretty legs, honey," he said to her.

When she didn't obey, he stuck a foot out and moved one of her legs aside. "Open 'em, I said," he ordered. "I wanna see this cute cunt of yours."

Sharon gasped as the wicked man towered over her and looked at her exposed pussy. His gaze was horrifying but disturbing, too.

She knew he was going to fuck her. At least that's what she believed was on his mind as he stared at her nervous pussy. Her dread was precisely what Clint wanted from her at the moment, and he touched her pussy with the tip of his shoe. Sharon gasped and tried to wriggle away. That made her pussy very cute and attractive. Clint kept teasing her to make her writhe away, and Sharon felt like she would die of embarrassment. The only thing worse than her sense of shame was the fact that the man's shoe felt good against her cunt and clit!

Sharon couldn't help crying. This was so dizzying, so incredible, so shocking. She felt sorry for herself now. All she'd done was look pretty and sexy. These men shouldn't be doing this to her. She wanted to scream at them, wanted to threaten them, wanted to escape from this place.

But all she could do was moan as the big man rubbed her pussy with the toe of his shoe.

Sharon looked absolutely luscious, naked on the bed with her slim wrists tied above her head. Her perfect young tits stood up hard and her cute pink nipples pointed stiffly at the ceiling. Her ankles weren't tied so she was able to press her creamy thighs close together. Not that they stayed together. In her condition, with her mind whirling and her blood rushing hot in her veins, her legs kept writhing and opening from time to time. Her delicious cunt kept peeking out at the horny men.

To Clint and Jim, she looked good enough to eat, to suck, to fuck! Sharon didn't know that. To her, this was hellish. How hot these big men had made her! How could she be feeling this way in front of strangers? Why did their cocks, once so frightening, now look so appealing? Why did her legs want to be open?

"She's ripe, all right," she heard one of the men say hornily. She didn't know which man said it because her eyes felt so darned heavy. Her eyelids were closed, her nipples were tingling, and her pussy kept writhing against her will. How she must look to the men!

She forced her eyes open and once again saw the big, leering men with their enormous hardons. How could a prick get so huge?

"Wh-what are you going to do to me?" she panted fearfully. It was mind-boggling to her that both men weren't simply fucking the hell out of her. They apparently wanted to. Why did they keep teasing her?

Her big blue eyes, innocent but glassy, moved from man to man, from cock to cock. Her breath was painfully short. Her tits felt like they would burst any minute. And deep in her nervous cunt her fuck-urge was driving her pussy crazy!

She wrenched her wrists against the rope. Her ptetty face twisted with obvious confusion and deep inner turmoil. The men's huge cocks throbbed wetly befoie her aching eyes. She couldn't stand another minute.

"What are you doing?" she shrieked hysterically. Her whole body whipped on the bed, as if she were being beaten.

"I know what you want to do to me!" she cried, tears welling in her eyes. "Why don't you do it!" Her body twisted the other way on the bed.

"You're torturing me!" she screamed, and her back arched. Her luscious tits strained in the air, her cunt thrust upward.

"Hit me!" she squealed. Her eyes burned into the big leather belt around Clint's massive waist. "Is that what you're gonna do to me? Beat me? Go ahead! I don't care! Hit me, whip me, beat me anything but please, please, stop torturing me!"

Jim's eyes ran over her delicious young body hornily and his prick jolted solidly in the air. Clint chuckled lewdly and stared into Sharon's pained eyes.

"Nobody's gonna beat you," he said slowly, teasingly.

Sharon's lovely lips moved. She panted hotly and her body turned this way and that. Finally words came out of her constricted throat.

"Then… then what? Ohhh, please, what are you doing to me?" She stared at Clint's enormous wet cock and gasped, "I know what you want! Why don't you take it?"

Suddenly, wildly, she whimpered and pushed her cute little ass up off the bed. She thrust her juicy young cunt upward and opened her legs.

"Take it! Ohhh, take it!" she sniffled, twisting her pussy round and round.

Clint laughed. "You wanna fuck?"

Sharon didn't have to think. She couldn't think. Not now when her tits and ass and pussy were so fucking hot!

"Yes! Yes!" she shrieked and humped her cunt before the eyes of the horny men.

To her amazement, they still didn't attack her young body the way she thought they would. In the fuck-books she and her girlfriends read, the men always raped the living hell out of a girl's defenseless cunt. What kind of men, were these?