Ron Taylor - Roped and raped

"You're tearing me apart," I moaned, trying to pull away from him. But where could I pull to? My knees bumped the side of the truck and he pushed down on my back again, and then Luke started barrel-housing his dick up my cunt-channel.

"That's what they all say," he informed me, "and maybe a few bitches walk around bowlegged when I've finished with 'em, but I ain't never killed one yet. Least, not with my cock! Hot damn, you're wigglin' and jigglin' like a snake! You that anxious for it? Well, let me get my breath and I'll fuck you seven ways from Sunday, girl."

"Move your butt a little, honey," he added, patting my cheeks. "Don't you know how to fuck? Don't nobody bang each other up there in Massachusetts? Well, they sure God do in West Virginia, and I'm gonna give you a real down-home screwin'!"

His cock thrust into my hole, filling me completely from labes to cervix, and it felt as if my cuntal sheath weren't long enough to take it all. His cock stretched my cunt mercilessly, lengthwise and sidewise, and there was a moment of ghastly, indescribable pain as he battered the tip of my womb with his dick-head. He seemed to enjoy the way I moaned and writhed in agony, because he socked it to me again in quick succession, several times, before he gave up the search for interesting frills and threw all his attention into getting his rocks off.

It was, a thankfully subdued brand of fucking that Luke threw into me then short, jiggling strokes that reamed me terribly but didn't hurt so much as his mad, deep penetrations.

"Ah…" I whimpered, rocking as he fucked me.

"Yeah, I'm almost there, too," he groaned. "Jesus, Randy boy, this is a real nut-cracker pussy. Feels like it's gonna tear my pecker off!"

"Well, hurry up," Randy called, biting my tits and neck, "or I'm gonna come in my pants!"

"Be a hell of a waste, boy," panted my rapist, "'cause there's no place like hooommmme!" and he collapsed on me, cock gyrating and dancing in my cunt as he filled me with his hot cum.

Randy stopped his sucking, biting and fondling of my tits, and the truck-bed shook as he leaped across the side to join us.

"Out of the way," he told his brother, "or I'm liable to fuck you!"

"Her cunt's all yours, little brother," Luke guffawed.

He lifted himself from my prone, helpless body, and his cock hadn't diminished much in hardness when he pulled it from my slit. As he extracted it, I felt jism begin to drip from my slash, the hot thick globs collecting in the hairs around my cunt-mouth. I had never felt so degraded in all my life, as I did at that moment.

Randy dropped his jeans – he wore nothing underneath, I noticed over my shoulder – and he moved towards me with a formidable prick jutting up from his crotch. It was a long, hard tool, not quite so thick as Luke's nor so long either, but it was the second largest prick I had ever seen in the flesh. A hideous monster and I was chilled to think that it, too, would…

He hastened into the spread of my legs. I was too weak to close them, and for what purpose? They'd both seen everything. What did I have left to hide, to cherish? His knees made sure that my thighs remained open. His cock touched me from beneath, nosing into the cum-wet vicinity of my leaking snatch, and he greased his rod in the scummy oil of his brother's orgasm.

"God, please," I moaned. "Make it fast!"

"What's a matter, can't wait?" he chuckled, and then he was thrusting up into my pussy, and I was moaning again as I received another unwelcome prick.

My cunt was thickly coated with Luke's seed, which allowed Randy's cock to enter me without much trouble. The reaming I'd gotten from that first monster cock had loosened the natural snugness of my cunt. Oh, I was still tight, but nowhere near so tight as when this revolting incident had begun.

Randy screwed me hard, with deep strokes, until my cunt had loosened even more for him, and he pawed my hips where I writhed in futile resistance.

"Hotter'n a two-dollar pistol," he told his brother. "Mmmm-hmmmm!"

He swayed behind me, burying his boner up my cunt with a certain eccentric rhythmic pattern that counterpointed the twitchings of my ass, and almost imperceptibly his strokes became shorter.

And shorter. His dick slicked into my hole only far enough for the swollen head to rasp a ticklish contact that reminded me very much of a favorite masturbation technique of mine. In – but only so far – then out and in again, swiftly, as if I were playing a game of hide and seek with my cuntal emotions. He kept it up, and if I closed my eyes and forgot about the metal beneath my upper abdomen. And forgot about the hands fondling my privates, and tried to forget that my cunt was being ravaged by an ugly, disgusting cock. I could almost pretend that I was safe at home, in my own bed, loving myself. He killed that half-soothing fantasy in his brutal male fashion. Randy panted and jammed his pecker up my chute, and I felt it convulse and quiver as he began to shoot off, deep in my cunt. He reached around to cup my tits, and he squeezed them as he panted and pumped and squirted his seed into my snatch, and the battering of his crotch against my ass was agony itself. My tits ached from the crudity of his squeezing and my pussy felt as if it were about to burst aflame.

He pulled back a little, and for a moment or two he resumed that short, teasing kind of action which had almost enabled me to forget what was happening. His cock-head flirted with the sensitive mouth of my cunt, darting in, pulling out, splashing amid the wet hot jism already beginning to leak from me for the second time today.

His hands were still on my tits, and my nipples were raw between his prying, pinching fingers. He'd sucked my tits and bitten them and fondled them, while his brother had fucked me, and my nipples still ached from that. When he squeezed those tender tips now, when he pulled them in his fingers, tweaking, twisting, mauling… I don't know how else to explain it. It shouldn't have happened, but it did, and nothing could stop what started in my belly. One of his strokes had touched me where it should not have touched me, and my body could only obey the impulse. As he pulled my nipples again, as he kept tickling me with his dick, I began to climax.

Not a big climax – just a little series of shudders and moans and pussy-contractions around the tip of Randy's dong. But it was a come all the same, and I felt juice seeping through me, my juice mingling with his, and I couldn't even whine in protest because I was too busy moaning "Oooooohhhhhhhh!" over and over, in a lost, agonized voice.

Even so, it didn't disguise the facts. I was being raped – fucked without my consent, against my will. As soon as I got away from these cock-suckers, I was going to find a policeman, get that sonofabitch by the ear. I'd show him my car, where they'd shoved it over the hill. And I'd make that pig comb these hills and Goddamned mountains and valleys up and down until he found these two degenerates, and then – and then I'd take over! Luke and Randy would never rape another sister.

Randy took his dick out of my cunt, and one last drip of his cum oozed out, landing on the back of my thigh. It was so thick, so sticky, so hot. My muscles jerked when I felt it touch me.

"Damn," he said appreciatively, slapping my ass with a playful hand. "Talk about pussy!"

His finger thrust between my legs and across the slash of my humiliated cunt. I was still tingly from the embarrassing orgasm, but I was too drained, physically and emotionally, to do more than murmur disapproval.

Slowly I eased back, and I saw that my stomach was red where I'd been forced to lie upon the edge of the truck-bed. I rubbed the long scarlet bruise, my eyes floating aimlessly from Luke to Randy and back again. They were hoisting up their pants, covering their cocks, and both of them were flushed from lust and activity.