Ron Taylor - Roped and raped

As defiantly as I could, I pulled up my jeans and fastened them. That took care of my cunt, but how could I clothe my upper body? Luke had torn my top apart, and there was no way I could regain decency from that ripped garment. I had a sick, despairing premonition of myself, trying to get to help, probably getting arrested for indecent exposure because the rapists had destroyed my shirt.

Still, I was willing to try. I crawled past them, holding the torn top against my tits.

"Hang on a minute!" Luke called, grabbing my ankle and giving a nasty jerk.

I fell onto my stomach, bumping my chin in the process against the hard metal truck-bed.

"Where you goin'?"

Rebellion flamed inside me. They had already raped me. If they killed me for insolence afterward, at least I'd express my sense of outrage.

"Let go of me, you cock-sucker!" I snapped. "If you ever touch me again, I'll kill you!"

Luke guffawed, and then he pulled on my ankle. I skidded towards him, bumping as I was dragged. He got his hand on my shoulder and pulled me into a sitting position.

"Feisty little cunt," he said with a snicker. "But I knew you'd be feisty soon as I laid eyes on you. Pretty face, hair like a Goddamn hippie, outa sight body – knew you'd be feisty and fucky and lots of fun."

He cupped my chin in a somewhat dirty fist and leaned close. If Luke tried to kiss me, he would learn what feisty was all about. I might not be able to kill the bastard, but I could do a hell of a lot of damage.

But he didn't even try to put his mouth upon mine. Instead he leaned back, eyeing his brother. "You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?" he asked Randy. Randy shrugged. "Damn right you are," Luke grinned. "Why not?"

"Why not what?" I asked in a tense voice. God only knew what kind of after-rape diversions these two were capable of, and there was a sudden gleam in their eyes that sent chills up my spine.

"Somethin' real nice," Luke purred, and his hand stole up my shoulder, towards my neck. Was he going to throttle me? I froze in dread. Much as I wanted to break away and run, I couldn't. That hand on my shoulder blade paralyzed me, stilled me in my tracks.

"Learned to do this in Nam," he announced, directing the words to no one in particular.

His fingers moved like a spider across my flesh. Randy watched us lazily, from a few feet away, and I saw him scratch the crotch of his jeans. Luke's fingers touched my neck.

"Just a little nip, right here," and I don't know what else he said, because I went out, frigid oblivion encompassing my mind and body.

Waking up at all was a surprise. There was a momentary flash of pain in my head as I opened my eyes, and my nostrils immediately filled with the scent of hay and straw. I squirmed, discovering that I lay in a pile of moist straw, with a single yellow bulb overhead. My flesh began to itch and I realized that I was completely naked.

"What – where…" I began, sitting up.

They came to me, out of the shadows. Luke and Randy, both of them grinning like shit-eating dogs. Consciousness became more general now, and I could see that I was in a barn, lying on the straw-strewn floor of a cow's stall.

"She looks even better when you peel her, don't she?" Randy admired, jerking his thumb in my direction. Even my shoes were gone. I sat up straight, resisting the impulse to cover myself with my hands. They had already seen me bare – my God, they had both raped me! It was too late to worry about modesty.

"Where am I?" I demanded to know. "Where have you brought me? Where are my clothes? If you don't tell me, I'll…"

"You'll what?" Luke wondered smugly, dropping to squat beside me.

He looked at me with a perverted kind of curiosity, then reached. I started back, but not fast enough to evade his hands. He grabbed me by the tits and began to squeeze them in his horny, callused fingers until I moaned and winced with dull pain.

"We just decided to keep you for a while," he told me as he fondled my tits in that crude, animalistic fashion. "Thought you was too good to let get away."

Randy knelt, too, and he placed a hand on one of my thighs. I looked down in panic, watching his fingers amble along my flesh, up and down, back and forth. A ticklish tingling shot through my legs, and they began to quiver uncontrollably. Randy grinned, and his fingers made a beeline for my cunt.

"Aaahhhhh!" I cried in protest.

He caught a handful of pussy hair and pulled as if he meant to jerk out my beaver by the roots. Two fingertips brushed the lips of my gash. That made him smile.

"Look," I gasped, regaining my breath, "if you think you're going to keep me here, you're both crazy!" I tried to shake them off, the way a cat tosses a rat. "Let me up," I said firmly. "I want to go."

It was time for the defiant, determined woman to put in her appearance. No, damn it, it was past time!

I'd taken too much from these cock-suckers already. I would take no more.

"Simmer down," Luke replied, and he pushed at my chest. I flopped onto my back in the straw.

Luke stood up, his hands going to his belt. Oh, my God, I thought, he's going to do it again!

He undid his belt, unzipped his pants, and let them fall. As gracefully as he could, Luke freed his feet of the fallen trousers, then peeled off his shirt. He had a trifle too many muscles, both for my esthetic sense and for my fear. He was built like a weight-lifter, and he looked as if he could crush me with his hands.

"Please," I said, changing gears instantaneously. "I don't want any more trouble. Just let me go. I won't even," I lied earnestly, "tell anyone what you did to me. I just want to go."

Luke knelt again, and he took his long limp cock in hand. Jiggling it a few times in my direction, he said, "Won't be no trouble at all, long as you do what you're told."

One of his hands reached for my head, catching a few dark wavy tresses, and he pulled me up. I came reluctantly, for his cock hung like a roadblock in the pathway of my face. Only a few more inches, I thought, and surely he must touch me with that ugly prick of his. A gorge stuck in my throat and my eyes began to water.

"Taste this," he invited, rubbing the tip of his soft pecker on my cheek and lips.

I shivered, and I tried to turn my face away, but Luke whipped my head around, then pressed his cock-head directly upon my mouth. It was a vicious-looking prick, long and very dark-colored, with a full foreskin, which his fingers peeled back now and then to give me brief glimpses of the slick, grape-like knob within. When not retracted, I estimated despairingly, his prepuce must extend perhaps an inch beyond the tip of his prick itself. God, how disgusting! It was the first uncircumcised tool I had ever seen, and I knew now that Jewish custom was correct in this matter, at least. A cock was ugly enough when the prepuce was cut away but with the damned thing intact, it was positively hideous.

And right now that prepuce and its hidden contents were slithering about on my lips as Luke tried to persuade me to suck on his prick. I closed my eyes and shook my head in dumb refusal.

"C'mon, you bitch!" he rasped, pulling my hair viciously.

I couldn't help it! I opened my mouth involuntarily as the urge to scream in pain possessed me, and when I opened, Luke jammed his prick into my mouth. He stopped yanking my hair and concentrated on feeding me his sausage.

"Urrrggghhhhh!!" I gagged as the tool pressed into my mouth, as it began to swell with passion from virtually the moment its barrel slid across my tongue. His cock had a foul, pervasive male taste and I felt as if I'd been ducked into a vat of ammonia.

"Suck my dick!" he yelled, pulling my ears.

I had no choice. His cock was growing in my mouth, engorging with blood, and my jaws strained as the bulk grew larger and larger. I thought my eyes were about to pop from their sockets. It felt as if the entire inside of my head were full of cock, overflowing with cock.