Ron Taylor - Roped and raped

My soul ached to see the brutally revealed nudity of the young girl – her trembling, quivering titties and their pink nipples, her slender waist and legs, her softly rounded underbelly, the wispy thin tufts of pale gold pussy hair that hedged her mound.

He danced her around and around. "Don't fight, Emmylou," he told the girl. "You always knew this was gonna happen. Seems to me you 'oughta be hot and ready for it. I'm gonna fuck your little ass off, same way I shot it to your girl friend over there. Hot damn, she's full of fire!"

"Sock it to her!" Patty contributed. She came closer, her belly prominent under the shapeless nightgown she wore. "It's time she had to do a little of the fuckin' around this house. I sure as God can't handle all of it."

"I don't want to!" Emmylou whined piteously.

Randy grabbed her ankles and he and Luke swung her between them. I saw the flash of her virginal pink slit, creasing the puffy little bulge between her slim thighs. To think of those animals, violating that tender cunt with their brutal, ugly cocks!

"NO!" I shouted. "Take me instead! If you have to fuck somebody, fuck me! All of you, any of you! I don't care! But don't touch her!"

Luke grinned. "By God, I think she really is queer for Emmylou! Is that it, honey? Do you crave this little peach for yourself? Like to get down there and play stink-finger in Emmylou's twat? Or would you rather lick her where she pisses? Y'know, Pa, Randy, when I was in Da Nang, we all went to this whorehouse one night, and we chipped in to pay for the whole shebang. Dirty movies, a hot little gook bitch for each of us. And they had this special show they put on. A coupla midgets fuckin' each other, a woman and a dog, everything, right up there life, in front of God an' everybody. And they even had a couple of women who got up and ate each other's cunts and assholes. Laughed myself silly watchin' that one! How about we get 'em to do it for us?"

"Oh, shit," Randy grumbled. "If you ain't gonna fuck Emmylou, I sure as hell am. I don't want to see no women queerin' each other. I need some nookie, and by God I'm gonna have it."

"Gotta wait your turn, little brother. Her cherry belongs to me. Set her down. She's ready as she'll ever be."

It was madness! Somehow I wished that I were dreaming again, even that hideous dream of me and Angela and Mark. It seemed sweet by comparison with this. Luke and Randy were on the verge of raping a terrified Emmylou. It was my fault. If I hadn't kissed her, if I hadn't kissed her again, if we'd simply hustled our asses out the door and ran for help, none of this would be happening. And, now that it was, I could do nothing to prevent it. I'd already been kicked and slapped. If I tried to intervene, I would probably be killed.

My muscles froze and I didn't want to watch, but I could not make my eyelids snap shut. It was part of the general paralysis of my body. I sat where I'd been shoved, huddled on the floor, and I watched in horror as Luke and Randy stretched the trembling girl on the floor.

Luke let his pants fall and he stepped out of them. As earlier, he wore no underwear, and his rampant cock reared up as soon as the trousers dropped away. His prick looked bigger, thicker, even than the last time I'd seen it, and I died inside, knowing that he would stab Emmylou's fragile pussy with that hideous tool.

"Been waitin' a long time for this," he purred, kneeling between her widespread legs. "Take hold of it."

She was slow to obey, and he grabbed her hand, pulling it forcibly to his pecker.

"Feel how hard my cock is? Feel how big and thick! It's gonna split you to take me, but you'll be a woman when I've done with you."

The girl couldn't even speak by now. She merely hacked out a raspy sound the reminded me of death rattles. Her face was corpse-white and her eyes sealed shut. She had lovely little tits, and they were all aflutter now.

Luke jerked his dick out of her fist and he pulled himself back, dropping one hand to the floor as a brace for his body. He went into a kind of push-up position above the girl and he steered the tip of his cock towards her pink slice.

"Be easy on her," Pa suggested. "Try not to hurt her too much."

"Damn lucky if he don't kill her," Patty observed, coming in closer.

She leaned against Pa and allowed one fist to seek the dangling stalk of her father's prick. As she leaned, she began to play with it, the cock swelling by degrees.

"I remember the first time he stuck that thing in me. And I wasn't nowhere near as big as Emmylou! 'Bout time she had to chip in. Then you wouldn't have to go round draggin' in strangers and makin' trouble."

"Get yourself ready," Luke grunted. "Here comes ten inches of paradise." He looked up with a sly grin. "That's what all them whores in Saigon used to call it."

Emmylou screamed in tenor as he wormed the tip of his cock into her tight-slit. She twisted about on the floor, but Randy dropped down and held her head and shoulders. She was pinned fast now, and Luke stabbed at her cunt again.

"Aaahhhhhhhhh!!" the girl wailed.

I wanted to close my eyes and ears, but I couldn't. Today I'd drawn strength for my own ordeal by fixing my gaze upon her. Maybe I could give her the same kind of long-distance aid. It was the only help I had any chance of giving her.

She opened her eyes, and I know that she saw me. I hoped she could read the message of love and sympathy I was beaming. Luke thrust harder, and Emmylou's mouth gaped in a cry that had no sound to accompany the gesture. It was a chilling sight. I knew what she was feeling. God, how I knew! My own cunt hadn't been exactly virginal when Luke first shoved his tool into me, but the sensation had been one of hideous, unbearable pain. It must be ten times worse for Emmylou. He was her first man. He might be her last.

From where I sat, I could see the whole thing. His fat-tipped dong, battling to part the tight pink lips of Emmylou's cunt. The way her young pussy writhed and bucked away from him but all, all in vain. I saw the very point of his prick sink inside, and I heard Luke sigh in a kind of relief. The edges of his coronal rim were nearly covered by the splayed lips of her cunt, and I knew that his cock was almost inside, that only the actual penetration, the rupturing of her cherry, still awaited.

"Goddamn, but she is tight!" Luke groaned.

He arched his back, then rammed inward, and Emmylou found the voice to scream with this time. And scream she might. His dick rammed into her pussy with the force of a steam-drill and my eyes enlarged in horror as I watched her tight little cunt swallowing that ferocious organ.

He kept on shoving, cursing and moaning as he pounded his prick in, and Randy panted, too, from the effort of holding down a screaming Emmylou.

"Aaaarrrgcghhhh!!" she bellowed, but not so loudly that Patty's simpering giggle was drowned out.

Patty. She was still playing with her father's cock, and a hard-on it was indeed. Her hand stroked up and down the shaft, he was fishing inside her nightdress after titty-feels, and both of them stared avidly at the degrading spectacle in progress on the floor. Patty. She might be a woman, but to me she was merely one of the enemy.

"Oh, Goddamn it!" Luke exulted then, and his rod sank to the hilt up Emmylou's twitching pussy.

She was beyond screams now. He rocked atop her, grinding his crotch against hers, and the look of agony on her face was indescribable. Why had I ever persuaded her to help me escape? Why hadn't I accepted my fate and awaited the eventual murder that would still be my ending? Nothing had changed because of my escape attempt. Nothing, except that I'd gotten Emmylou into trouble and she was now being punished horribly.

Randy unzipped his pants and hauled out his tool. He rubbed Emmylou's face with the tip. "Suck on me," he said to the girl. "Suck me while ole Luke de-cherries you."