Ron Taylor - Roped and raped

"Aaaaggghhhhhhh!!" I screamed in impotent fury. The rounded edge of the truck's bedside was hot against my stomach. Randy was busy on my tits, his strong arms keeping me in place while he sucked and bit my nipples, and behind me, Luke was finishing the process of stripping me. He jerked my jeans down to my quivering ankles, then put both hands on the cheeks of my ass, kneading my butt as if it were dough.

"Big soft ass," he said appreciatively. "You oughta see it, Randy. It's pink and round, looks good enough to eat."

Again he used his fingers between my legs, sliding them across the crease of my slit. I wriggled and twisted in my futile resistance, but I couldn't stop him. One finger poked at the mouth of my cunt, then slithered in, ramming deeply, and it was as if I were being torn apart.

"Goddamn, is she ever tight! Feels like her cunt ain't hardly been used at all."

"Please," I groaned in dismay, "please! Do you want money? I'll give you money. But don't – for the love of God, don't!"

"Sit still," he commanded. "You're gonna enjoy the fuck out of this. Damn, I know I am!"

He leaned up against me, rubbing my ass with the front of his jeans, and I could feel inside them, very hard, the erection of his cock. My heart sank into helpless despair.

"Oh, God, no!" I sobbed. "Anything but that!"

"Relax, Sister," he told me. "Ain't no way you can stop me from a fuck when I've got my horn up."

I closed my eyes. He was right. There was no way I could stop them. Not if they were determined to fuck me! They were too strong, and they'd already taken me by surprise. I heard him unzipping his pants and I shivered in dread.

"Ever feel a dick as big as this one, honey bunny?" he cooed, and the bare flesh of his cock touched me.

He used the tip of his cock like a finger on the uplifted swell of my buttocks, and it was a shivery, tingly sensation. I trembled like a buzzing vibrator.

"Reach back here, give my cock a feel," Luke invited, and he pulled my hand around.

He laid his prick on my palm, then closed my fingers on it. God, the slimy, crawly feelings that pulsated through my body then! I moaned.

"Damn right, bitch," he said, evidently mistaking my moan for a cry of pleasure. "It's about the biggest and best cock around. Bet you can't wait to get this ole pussy-choker into your tight little cunt, now, can you?"

He let go of my hand, and my fingers unlaced from around his cock, but it didn't matter. Not now! Luke jammed his knee between my legs, forcing them apart, and I could feel a little flutter of spring wind on the exposed puff of my pussy. Oh, God, he was looking at my most private possession, feasting upon it with his lustful eyes, anticipating the moment when he would violate my cunt with his with his cock! The very thought of getting fucked by Luke's tool was like a blow to the chin. I'd felt his cock, for he had made me hold it, and his prick was as big as he boasted. A thick cock, seemingly as thick as my wrist, and long besides. My hand had moved in what felt like an endless march up his shaft.

Ten inches? Perhaps.

Damn it, the size wasn't important! I wouldn't have been any more enthusiastic if he'd been hung like a grade-school boy. I didn't want any man's ugly, stinking prick in my cunt!

"NO!!" I cried again, slapping at Randy where he still licked and nibbled my fear-swollen tits. "You can't do this to me!"

"The fuckin' hell I can't!" Luke whooped.

Even as he spoke, he touched my half-parted cunt-lips with the end of his dong. Rubbing me, petting me, digging as if he meant to stuff his incredibly engorged knob up my cunt right now, dry as I was, unready as I was. "Agghhh!! Aaaaaggcgghhhhhhhh! You're hurting meeee!"

"Nothin' good comes easy," he observed, replacing his dick with his finger.

My cunt was tight, because no man had been inside it for a hell of a long time, and because fright had contracted my cuntal sphincter. My snatch was dry as a bone, but it didn't seem to intimidate my rapist. He thrust that finger up my unwillingly exposed pussy, then worked it like a screwdriver, around and around.

I screamed again. "Aiiiiieeeeeeee!!" But my screams didn't stop him, nor did they inspire him to any degree of courtesy. He kept working that finger crudely, roughly, until my pussy abandoned the struggle for chastity and seeped with a thin flow of feminine juices.

Oh, God, I thought, if I don't loosen up, he's going to kill me! It was rape, and I didn't want to be raped, but there were worse things. Nothing could make me like this experience – not the portion completed nor the part upcoming – but active resistance would only make it worse. Be passive, Marilyn, I told myself. Go limp. Let him fuck you, if he must. Go limp! If it worked against the pigs in the 60's, it'll work now.

My body slumped. It was as if I were a balloon and all the air had suddenly whooshed out of me. I lay across the edge of the truck bed, and Randy kept on playing with my nipples, but I was numb. I couldn't feel anything. Going limp had worked.

"That's better," Luke told me. "You're gonna like it better if you don't fight."

He pulled his finger out of my tight cunt, and I could feel the slightest trickle of juice from my splayed lips, into the thick mass of black pussy hair that adorns my crotch. At least my twat wouldn't be totally dry when he fucked me. There would be at least a smatter of cuntal fluid to keep him from tearing me apart with that giant cock. Oh, God! Let him be swift, I prayed. It was the first time I had prayed in at least fifteen years.

"Man, has she got a hairy pussy!" Luke hollered to his brother, who was squeezing my tits brutally, the nipples rigid between his pinching fingers. "Looks like a monkey's cunt!"

Well, I was willing to bet he knew all about monkey cunts! They probably fucked sheep when they couldn't find women. But today there was no need to hunt a sheep, because they had me, like it or no.

Luke pressed his arm down on the curve of my back, and my stomach ground harder against the rounded truck side. It hit me just below the solar plexus, and I thought I might faint. But I wasn't that lucky. Consciousness faltered but didn't abandon me. Luke eased his crotch against my ass and rubbed my gash again with his dick. His fingering had made my cunt wet, to a degree, and he sopped that little trickle of wetness with the spongy tip of his rod.

"No!" I groaned as the fat head dug at my cunt, and then "Oh, Jeeeessssuuuusssszzzzzzzzzzzzz!" when he began to put it in me.

I screamed shrilly, hoping against hope that someone would hear me cry and would came to investigate. But who? These woods and hills looked as if they'd not been explored since the days of Daniel Boone, and everyone knows that the Good Samaritan is exclusively a Christian story. I was shit out of luck.

My cunt tightened automatically in resistance, as if that could save me from being raped. God, how long had it been since I'd permitted a man to fuck me? I couldn't remember. And something else I'd forgotten was how hard a hard-on could be, how cruelly a cock could gouge soft, tight, unwilling pussy-flesh. But the memory was returning swiftly, and I knew I'd never forget again.

"Why don't you loosen up, damn it?" he growled, cuffing me on the back of the head.

I reeled with his slap, my senses swimming. For a long moment I was on the verge of blacking out – I couldn't even feel Randy's fingers pulling my nipples to rubbery, aching extensions – and I had no control whatsoever on my body. Luke saw his advantage and he took it, that cock of his thrusting up with furious energy, and I hadn't even the strength left to scream my pain when he buried his thick rod in my burning cunt-hole.

"Goddamn!" he yelled in glee. "Talk about tight fuckin'!"

Randy slapped my tits and stooped to attack my nipples with his mouth once again, as if he were savoring the delights his brother had found, as if he were anticipating his own share of them.