Ron Taylor - Roped and raped

"Suck, suck, suck, suck, suck, suck," he chanted, and as his prick swelled, he started fucking it in and out of my mouth. Not so far out that there was any chance of my losing it – no, I wasn't that lucky! He pulled back, so that only the head and a small portion of the shaft remained inside, then he prodded deeply forward, as if he meant to bury his dong in my gullet.

His foreskin had retracted with the erection of his dick, and Luke's knob brushed across my tongue as he mouth-fucked me. It was already leaking a thin watery ooze of male pre-coital fluids which I could taste. And that only reminded me that he was a man, therefore capable of oozing out quite a different kind of male fluid, the very thought of which made me long for the courage to bite off his cock during this degrading act.

"C'mon, suck my prick," he coaxed, punctuating those coaxes by pulling my ears.

One of his hands went down to pinch my nipples, and I squealed around the imbedded stalk of his cock. The squeal must have pleased him, because he patted my cheek and started pumping his rod a little more energetically.

I had no choice. I was only a victim. My God – a victim! What else might I be a victim of? I had thought that their only interest was in fucking me, there in the truck bed. That I could escape safely once they'd satisfied their crazy lusts. But here I was, in a falling-down barn, with a cock fucking my mouth. It looked as if Round Two were beginning. How many more rounds did Luke and Randy have in mind??

Even worse, there are men who take pleasure in first raping women and then – and then killing them. From the rapist's viewpoint, the idea must have some merit. It takes care of potential witnesses. Were these men like that? Would they kill me when they'd finished degrading and abusing my body?

"I can't wait," Randy put in. "I'm gonna fuck her now."

"Go ahead," Luke invited, like a generous host.

His cock kept thrusting into my mouth as I sucked it helplessly. My tongue began to flit around the shaft while it moved in and out – not because I wanted to. I hoped that a little participation from me would make him come faster, that I would be a tiny bit closer to possible escape from these brothers and their degenerate lusts.

There was a rustle of clothing and even without looking I knew that Randy was hurrying to undress. In a few moments his hands were on my legs, spreading them, his frame sliding between. I could have been tight and immovable, but it wouldn't have gained anything. They'd already cuffed and slapped me – they'd pay for it, too, if there were a God of justice – and I didn't want to find out how much violence Randy and Luke were willing to practice upon a defenseless woman.

"Spread 'em," Randy insisted, and I opened my legs until my hip joints ached.

It was a shameful thought to know that my cunt must now be completely exposed to his eyes, and, I was glad that my own were closed tightly while I concentrated on sucking Luke's cock. Hut I could feel the air touching my cunt-lips, and I knew that I was split like a porno-magazine gatefold, lacking only the shimmer of baby oil with which cunt models decorate themselves for extra sparkle. Randy's prick touched my pussy, working around the tight, resistant cunt-mouth, and my hips began to writhe uncontrollably.

It had the effect of stimulating him further, and he began to writhe with me, his dick-head prodding at my cuntal opening. Randy's swiveling hips carried the point of his fuck-stick into my gash, and the tight, clinging lips yielded just enough to allow him a beachhead. He had a slightly easier time with his beachhead than the Marines had on Tarawa; two strokes more and he was in my cunt, fucking like a demon. Apparently my dryness didn't hurt him, for he didn't let up on his attacks, and gradually my cunt began to moisten around his cock in automatic response. I was almost grateful, for the first few fuck-strokes were like driving a square peg into a round hole and my response, albeit unwilled, made the whole thing as comfortable as it could possibly be.

Randy grabbed my legs and raised them, using them like levers as he plowed my furrow. I could hear him grunting and groaning, and I could certainly feel the ramming penetrations of his prick, but most of my conscious attention was devoted to Luke's cock in my mouth. My hips and groin ached from the lusting urgency of Randy's attack, and my jaws felt as if they'd been pulled out of socket where I struggled to do something to hasten Luke toward his climax.

They were big-pricked, both the brothers, and they used their pricks with all the subtlety and finesse of jackhammer operators tearing up a street. I was battered and banged from both ends, and I wondered from time to time if my body could even endure this rough usage. And there seemed to be no let-up. They'd both raped me in turn, how long ago? Had I been out for an hour? Through a crack in the barn wall I had noticed sunlight outside, just before they set upon me for this second assault, so it couldn't be much later than when I had first met them. And here they were again, both with hard-ons, both horny, both eager to have a go at me.

"Suck my cock harder," Luke commanded. "I'm gettin' ready to come!"

That was the best news I'd heard all day. The sooner he discharged his vile sperm into me, the sooner his cock would go soft, and the sooner I'd be at least half-delivered from this rape-bondage. I let my tongue play around the driving shaft of his rod, and I pulled in my cheeks to create a vacuum on it. Come, you bastard, I was praying silently.

Come and get it over with!

And then he was coming, shooting my mouth full of enormous thick gobs of jism. I hadn't tasted male seed in years, so perhaps my imagination had magnified the disgusting qualities of sperm. At any rate, I'd been willing myself not to vomit at the first ejaculation, but as his cum flowed, I found that it really didn't taste so awfully bad, after all. Not pleasant, certainly, but I couldn't detect the spoiled-fish flavor I seemed to recall. His cum was thick and very warm and sticky, and it began to ooze down my throat in a slow viscous dripping. Luke had me by the head, so I couldn't do anything but swallow, and he kept on squirting into me, as if he meant to make sure that I didn't go hungry.

Randy had my legs very high, sticking up at right angles to my crotch, it felt to me, and while the small of my back was touching the floor, my ass was slightly uplifted, suspended on his dick. He rammed his cock up me with sure, fast strokes that sometimes went deep, sometimes played coyly around the sensitive ring of flesh at the mouth of my pussy. As he fucked me, he gave my legs and feet little jerks that caused my cunt to twist and wiggle around his plunging prick.

That seemed to do something to me. I couldn't say what, for most of my attentions still centered around the spurting cock in my mouth, but a warm feeling started to build in my cunt. As Randy kept on plugging away, that feeling clung and held. I was astonished to find my pussy beginning to thrust back at him during the attacks – as if I were participating too.

No! I told my body. Don't encourage them! And even though my mind stayed as chaste and as removed as it had ever been, I knew that I was drifting into a replay of that rather disgusting incident that had occurred the first time they raped me. A come was building in my cunt, a come that I could neither restrain nor delay, and Randy's cock was fucking it out of me.

"Mmmmmmmppppphhhh!!" I warbled around Luke's cock as little flares began to explode in my pussy.

It wasn't natural, it wasn't right, but I couldn't stop it. My body was reacting the way a woman's body is supposed to respond to sex. Apparently, my stupid body didn't know the difference between sex and brutality.

It was nothing to be ashamed of, really. My pussy snapped at Randy's cock, twitching as if I were seeking to milk the cum out of him, but my heart and mind were still repulsed by what was happening.