Ron Taylor - Roped and raped

Again he ran his rod across her lips, but she seemed uninterested in sucking, and after a moment he pulled away.

Luke extracted part of his cock for another stroke, and I saw that his shaft was red with Emmylou's virgin blood. A thin stream of it was seeping from the splayed lips of her cunt. Oh, God, no wonder she'd screamed!

"She's done de-cherried," he told his brother. "You can thank me for doin' your dirty work, little brother."

"All I want's the hole," Randy chuckled. "You can have the blood. How is she? Good as Patty? Good as what's her name over there?"

It struck me that none of them, except Emmylou, even knew my name. I wasn't Marilyn Bergman, human being, as far as they were concerned. I was only a piece of ass that could be enjoyed without moral involvement.

And they were turning little Emmylou into the very same. Rage boiled in my blood, but I couldn't think of anything to do. Nothing that wasn't suicidal, at least! If I attacked them, it was three to one (discounting Patty), and I couldn't win against those odds. If I could have, I wouldn't have been here in the first place.

"Not too hard, Patty," Pa Tolliver said in a chiding tone. "I wanta save some of that for Emmylou. She's been a bad girl and she has to pay the price of transgressin'."

His cock was red and rigid now, sticking straight out the fly of his shorts, and I saw Patty slow down the caresses of her hand. Pa stroked her swollen pregnant belly and she began to purr kittenishly.

"Gets you all wet an' sticky, bein' touched on the oven, don't it, honey?" Pa said proudly.

"Damn right it does," Patty replied. "I can hardly wait till I've emptied out and can get back to fuckin'. Sometimes I miss it so much I can taste it."

"Why don't you taste it, daughter?" Pa said gravely. He pointed to his dick. "I'll give you a nice sweet taste."

Giggling, Patty eased onto her knees and she began to lick her father's prick. In a moment she was sucking it furiously. Randy and Luke, meanwhile, were engaged in holding down Emmylou. Thank God they were all occupied, I thought, or else they'd be finding some use for me in their perverted games.

They were all occupied! Luke's dick was embedded in Emmylou. Randy was pinning Emmylou's head and shoulders. Pa was fucking Patty's mouth as she knelt in subjection. Could I get to the door, and out it, before anyone noticed? God in heaven, it hurt me to abandon the innocent girl who was currently their victim, since I'd helped to make her the victim, but it was no time for moralizing. They might not kill Emmylou, but they'd promised time and again to kill me.

I crawled slowly, so as not to attract anyone's attention, and my heart was in my throat. I was naked to the waist, but I'd have to risk an indecent exposure charge if I wanted to save my life. No one seemed to be looking. Patty slurped around Pa's thrusting cock and Luke and Randy made obscene banter back and forth regarding the tight unwillingness of Emmylou's snatch. I slipped behind Pa and Patty, my eyes intent upon the barn door ahead. And then!

"Heyyyyy!" Patty squalled. "Somebody better get her!"

Randy was on me in a flash. I suppose Emmylou was too anesthetized to need any additional restraint. At any rate, he left her, beelined for me, and made a flying tackle as my hand touched the Goddamned door. I went sprawling, and he was all over me.

"Bitch!" he snapped into my face. He'd been drinking, too. "Goddamn bitch! Don't you ever learn? You'll leave here when we're ready to let you leave, and not a fuckin' day before!"

He cuffed me, then grabbed my tits in a cruel loveless grip, mashing and squeezing. We rose together, and he ground against me with his loins, where his peter still protruded from unzipped pants.

"C'mon back and join the party," he leered. "I'll work on you till Luke finishes Emmylou, and then we'll play switchies."

I went. God, what else could I do? He released my tits, then pointed to his cock.

"On your knees. Suck my dick. And suck it good, bitch, or you'll wish you had!"

I sucked. I swallowed his cock until my throat and jaws ached, and my body was covered with shameful blushes. He held me possessively by the head, steering me back and forth, around and around for his increased pleasure and he took great care to ram me deeply. Somewhere to the left of us, Emmylou was moaning in abject desperation, and I could hear Luke panting as he neared his climax.

"I'm gonna shoot my cum into your mouth," Randy advised me. "And I want you to drink it all. Right?"

He patted my head, then slammed into my throat and I felt his jism flow begin. Down my gullet in thick, clogging spurts, sour all the way to my belly. I sucked and drank, fighting the wish to vomit. Not until his cock had begun to go soft did he pull it out of me, and then it was only to rub the wet sticky rod on my face and hair.

I stole a peek at Emmylou. She was taking her first fuck badly. Her legs were widespread and inactive, while Luke made faster and faster fuck-strokes into her cunt. I suppose that by then he'd enlarged her hole with his reaming tool, for he seemed to have no trouble putting it in and pulling it out. Suddenly he gave a deep, whimpering groan and collapsed upon her. His ass wobbled atop Emmylou and I knew that he was filling her poor little cunt with his dirty seed. She lay like a corpse, hardly reacting at all except for a few pitiful shakes of her head.

Something wet touched the back of my head while I was watching Luke screw the girl. I turned, in time to catch a stream of piss from Randy's cock, full in the face.

"G-G-G-Goddamn you!" I sputtered, raising my hands to fend off the urinal rain, but he only laughed.

Some of his piss went into my mouth while I was cursing him and I felt the stuff oozing down my throat.

"Gggghhbh!" I said then, as my gorge rose. I hung my head and vomited. Randy shook out a few final drops onto my back and I heard him strutting away. Luke had just pulled his bloody cock from Emmylou's pussy and Randy intended to be the girl's second attacker.

It was the last straw. I rose, spitting out the last of my bile, and there was blood in my eyes. I wanted to kill, to destroy. But Randy threw himself upon Emmylou. He was just stuffing his cock into her cunt as I staggered to my feet, and the girl was too far gone even to cry out. Patty was licking the rim of her father's pecker knob, alternating that caress with some deep swallows of the tool, and she had lowered her nightdress, baring a set of pregnancy-swollen, hugely brown-nippled tits, which Pa was leaning down to tickle as she mouthed his prick.

And Luke was coming towards me, his blood-stained cock still erect. He took it by the base, angling it slightly upward, and I saw that it was filthy with his sperm and the red of Emmylou's cherry.

"Clean my cock off," he invited.

"I'd sooner die first!" I snarled.

My hands clenched into fists. Luke grabbed one wrist and bent it. I know I heard the bones cracking. He forced me onto my knees again, though I beat him with my other fist, though I cursed him, though I spat at him, and as my knees touched the floor, he rammed my face with his prick.

"I told you to clean it off," Luke repeated, and he smeared some of the coating mess on my lips. As if to underscore the command, he twisted my arm again. Sick unto death, I opened my mouth and he thrust his cock inside.

I gagged and choked as the foul rod sloshed about in my mouth, and as soon as he pulled it from me, I spat onto the floor. There was a foulness in my mouth I knew I'd never forget.

"Drop your drawers," he added. "I want seconds. From you! Emmylou's tighter, but you got more spirit in your twat."

I didn't move, so he stopped and unfastened my jeans. My resistance drained away instantly. Let it be, I thought. Let it be. Nothing I can do will save me.