Paul Gable - Raped nurse

Hank's cock thickened. The pounding beat of his thrusts slowed for a second. She wanted to slice off his cock the way he sliced her ass and pussy. The blonde wanted to degrade him the way he humiliated her.

"Now," he cried. With a furious jab, his cock knifed in hard. What followed was a long, hard spurt of something hot and sticky spattering against her cuntal walls. Lisa gasped, blowing out a breath as she felt her cuntwalls crash in from the explosion.

"Arrghhh," Lisa screamed. Her snatch grabbed more tightly at Hank's shooting dick than before. Her hips swiveled more violently as Lisa heard both herself and Hank screaming and groaning. She could feel him nibbling at the skin of her neck while another blast of cum shot deep into her pussy.

"Shit!" Hank grunted, banging his chin like a hammer against her neck as Lisa kept on screaming and trembling, under the force of her own climax. She could feel it ripping though her nipples, her fingers, her knees. The skin around her cunt and asshole was on fire as more and more jizz packed into her match, then spilled out and oozed over the violated skin. Her pussy milked more and more cum from Hank's balls as she silently begged for more.

Finally the fuck was over. Hank rested for several seconds, feeling the last ripple of orgasm tear through his softening prick. He shuddered, then slowly straightened himself up and pulled his shriveling cock out of Lisa's slick hole.

"Ain't seen anything like that for a long time," Hank said, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

"I wonder if this one's as lively," Claude said, looking down at Marilyn. The brunette had watched her friend in a fit of horrified fascination. Only now did she realize that everyone in the room was looking at her. She raised her hands protectively, clutching the top of her uniform with her trembling fingers and pulling it tightly to her tits.

"I won't cause any trouble! Really, I won't," Marilyn said, smiling sickly at Claude, then at Art and flank. The air grew thick with lust as the brunette shrank away from the big blond Decker brother. "No, don't," the woman cried.

Lisa mused herself from her stupor and turned around toward the screams. She saw Claude stripping her friend violently while Hank held her long brown hair in his hands, yanking back on it occasionally. Lisa groaned in sympathy for her friend, then collapsed into a semi-unconscious state bathed in humiliation and pain.

"Where are you taking us?" Lisa asked as Hank roughly shoved her in the back seat of the Monte Carlo after Marilyn. It was midnight of the following day, and they were leaving the cabin quickly.

"Never mind. We don't know. Just got to get out," Hank muttered, throwing the woman into the rear, then sliding the seat forward and crawling into the passenger's side. Art was in the rear, moaning and holding his wounded leg while Marilyn sat half in a daze on the other side. Lisa soothed down the remnants of her uniform and brushed back her hair as she peered out her window into the pitch-black night. "Goddamn it, Claude, get the hell out here," Hank shouted out the open window toward the cabin.

"Comin', comin'," the big blond said, running out the opened door and clattering down the steps to the car.

"We gotta get out of here," Hank said nervously, looking over his shoulder as Claude started the car and backed quickly out to the gravel road that ran from the cabin to the twisting paved mountain road.

"Police after you?" Lisa asked sarcastically as Claude shifted quickly into first and tore down the narrow road.

"Better shut up big tits. I used this little mother on you real nice last time. The next time you might not be so lucky," Hank said, flashing the big knife in front of Lisa's face.

The blonde nurse gasped, then turned her head and peered out the window. After Hank had finished with her, he helped Claude and Art work over poor Marilyn.

Poor Marilyn, Lisa thought, turning around and looking at her friend. The brunette's uniform was as ripped and dirtied as hers. Her hair hung in tangled masses over her face as her body swayed lifelessly in the lurching car. Claude had raped her in the ass while Hank tried to get a hard-on by making the brunette suck him off. When he couldn't get stiff, he started pissing into her face. Lisa could still remember Marilyn's screams of disgust and terror as the warm yellow stream of urine splashed over the brunette's flushed cheeks and nose.

Then when both brothers finished with Marilyn, they turned on her viciously, kicking her in the chest and belly until she finally stopped screaming and lapsed into unconsciousness. Fortunately, both women were left alone for the rest of the night.

When Lisa awoke the next day she found herself tied down to the cot. Only able to move her head, the blonde could see Marilyn fled to another cot on the opposite side of the room. She was finally able to rouse her friend and ask her if she was all right. Other than suffering from bruises and hysteria, Marilyn wasn't badly injured. Then Lisa realized that the Decker brothers were gone. She prayed that they'd never come back. Even if they were to starve in the cabin or die of thirst, it would be better than living one more hour with those three maniacs.

As the hours passed, the cabin grew hot and stifling. The mountain nights were cool, but the days were like the interior of a furnace. Lisa sweated freely, groaning with discomfort as she struggled with the ropes that bound her.

After several hours of struggling, the blonde thought she was making progress at freeing herself when she heard footsteps approaching the cabin. She recognized them as belonging to the Decker brothers. Her heart sank like a stone.

The rest of what happened was still a mystery to Lisa. She managed to put together a few fragments. The two brothers took Art out for a little air. They left him in a clearing and went hiking above the cabin, searching for any signs of police. They left him with the radio that received police calls. Sometime after they left Marilyn and Lisa, Art picked up a call that indicated the police were searching for them in the area.

Art tried to call his brothers. But they were too far away to hear him. When they finally returned, he screamed out the news, sure that the cops were only a few steps behind them. They ran back to the cabin, packed so quickly, and hopped in the car. Lisa was sure they didn't have any plan of escape. None of them had an opportunity to contact their man to arrange a secret border crossing. They were caught with their pants down in this move.

"You can't just drive around without a place to go. The cops'll be out on the highway lookin' for this car," Art whined from the rear seat.

"Don't you think I know that?" Claude snarled. "Hey, you change this dressing before we left the cabin?" the big blond asked Lisa.

"Hm? Yes, he's got a fresh bandage on it," the blonde answered, shuddering at the prospect of this conversation with one of the Deckers. She preferred it when they forgot about her and Marilyn.

"He's gettin' to be more trouble than he's worth," Lisa heard Hank mutter under his breath. She looked at Art whose eyes were closed. She wondered if he heard his brother's comment.

"Never mind. We'll talk about that later," Claude whispered in a low voice as he steered the car down the dark, twisting road to the highway.

"We've got to ditch this car," Hank said as they sped down the paved mountain highway. "The cops'll pick us up in no time."

"There's an all-night diner just north of where this road cuts into the coast highway. Plenty of cars to pick from there," Claude said as he drove cautiously up to the main road.

Lisa sat quietly as she saw the lights of the diner grow brighter. People, she thought happily to herself. Even if she and Marilyn were helplessly tapped, there was something comforting knowing that life went on normally even if she couldn't be part of it.