Val Marrick: Whipped And Raped

Slim fingers turned into claws, reaching for the stocky Chicano's eyes. He let go of the girl's tits and wrapped his brawny arms around her, trapping her arms at her sides in a grip of steel. Furiously Sally butted at her rapist with her head. He shoved his face into the angle of neck and shoulder and pressed so that was impossible. He began to suck on her neck, tasting her fear. She moaned and rolled her blue, blue eyes.

Ruthlessly, that huge battering-ram of a prick hunched into her. Each thrust was impossibly more painful than the last. Sally was certain that the tender insides of her pussy were torn and bleeding She must have suffered irreparable damage down there. Sally's flesh tingled all over with loathing.

Their interlocking bodies became covered with a gleaming sheen of sweat.

Carlos' body was sweating from his fucking, Sally's from her fruitless struggles. If the girl had been thinking more clearly she would have realized her wriggling and straining was giving the Chicano the flick of his life. Few willing partners were ever this active in the sack!

And then the teenaged beauty began to realize something more. The rhythmic, driving of Carlos' cock wasn't hurting so much. In fact, it no longer hurt at all. And the strokes were coming more easily.

The tingling from Sally's scalp to her curling toes was no longer one of hatred and disgust. Instead it was as Canoe himself predicted. He was filling her repeatedly with that mammoth prick of his, and she was starting to groove on it!

Now that her cunt was lubricating, the invading cock was searing the lining of her cunt with pure pleasure. What was the old saying? When rape is inevitable, relax and enjoy…

She'd been able to get off while being raped by her own father. This wasn't all that bad. Carlos fucked with a masterful power Sally's father didn't have.

Ricky had the same power, but it was too painful to think of him.

Soon the girl was well on her way to coming. Her assailant's breathing was becoming more and more jagged, so it was obvious he was getting close too. In her excitement, she began to call out to him.

"Oh Jesus, do it to me, baby," she murmured, eyes closed. "Fuck me good. Fill me up with steaming come, fill me to the tonsils."

"You better believe it," Carlos groaned into the curve of her graceful neck.

His forehead was pressed into the floorboards. He scarcely noticed.

"Oh, I do, I do. Give me all that great big cock" Sally begged. "Give it to me, stuff it up my… mmmmfffgggh!"

Her words were suddenly cut off by something being stuck into her mouth. Her eyes shot open. Her taste buds told her what she'd see, because in the past twenty-four hours they had learned to recognize the taste of cock.

Fred was kneeling at her head, naked from the waist down. Even as she looked at him he reached out and took her by the chin, roughly tilting her head back to take in more of his stiff cock.

A detached part of Sally's mind comprehended then why Fred took pleasure in sadism. He had a lot to compensate for.

In spite of his great physical size, the big blond had a small prick. Less than five inches from the feel of it.

Sally's lips and teeth were closed behind Fred's cockhead. One great hand held her by the lower jaw, to keep her head positioned and possibly to keep from being bitten. The other hand jacked himself off furiously.

Not even having the sadist's ugly little dong shoved in her face brought Sally down, though. Carlos' fucking short-circuited everything but her pleasure centers. Delight filled Sally's being.

Carlos ignored the newcomer. He still nibbled at her neck, sucking on her sweet flesh. His cock drilled into her. She sighed around Fred's prick and came.

Hands balled into fists, Sally rode a wild orgasm. The force of it lifted her ass off the floor in spite of Carlos' weight atop her. Slim tapering legs clamped about his waist, trapping him, forcing him deeper into her boiling box.

The spasming muscles of Sally's cunt sucked the length of his cock like a dozen mouths.

"Jesus!" Carlos gasped. "Here it comes!"

He shot his wad off m Sally's pussy. With three throbbing pumps of his prick Carlos filled her cunt to overflowing. White jism boiled out around the thick shaft of his cock, seeping in cool lines down her downy asscheeks and dripping onto the robe. The oozing come mingled into the dark stain her cunt honey had already made.

As Sally's coming sucked the last drops of hot sperm from his prick, Carlos lifted his head. "Told you," he gasped. "Said she'd enjoy it. The hot little slut just came like it was the last time."

Grunting like a boar in heat, Fred shot his load.

The small stiff prod quivered in Sally's mouth like a tuning fork. Salty come flooded her mouth. Its acrid taste drowned the lingering fires of her climax.

She tried to jerk her head away. Some of the white slime leaked into her windpipe and she choked. She started coughing.

Fred wriggled his hips in ecstasy as Carlos pumped his spent cock, into Sally a few final times as if unwilling to withdraw from that grasping quim. "Damn, that's purely fine," Fred sighed.

He stood up. Carlos pulled his cock out of Sally's snatch with a wet plop! A few last drops of come drooled from its tip as he stood up too. They fell on her belly, one or two dewing the honey-colored curls of her bush.

"You're a damn good fuck, baby," Carlos said. Sally lay on her back, looking up at him without expression.

"We're going to tie you to that post there, to keep you out of trouble, you know?" the Chicano continued, pulling up his trousers. "And hey, you can see it's not going to be that bed, que no?" He grinned.

"At least not till Estancia gets here," Fred rumbled.

Shiny tears began to roll down Sally's smooth cheeks.

A pine log burned fitfully in the fireplace. Sally could feel its heat through the terrycloth robe. She was slumped on the floor a few feet away from the fireplace. Her back was to the hearth. Her slender arms were wrapped around the square post bracing the cabin's ceiling. They were fastened together at the wrists by a pair of handcuffs.

The slobbering blond sadist, Fred, had put the cuffs on her. She had been too spent and discouraged to resist him when he dragged her to the post and locked the steel bracelets around her wrists. She hadn't even cried out when Fred, keeping a wary eye to make sure Carlos didn't catch him, gave her still-swollen nipples a couple of nasty tweaks.

The cabin's main room served as both kitchen and living room. The other room was a bedroom, and from its open door came pig-like snoring sounds. Fred was taking a nap. Carlos was outside, chopping logs into pieces that would fit the fireplace. The thunk!… thunk!… thunk! of his axe was steady and monotonous.

Despair colored Sally's thoughts. Her mouth was still full of the stale fishy taste of Fred's come. Her cunt was gooey with Carlos' jism and the remnants of her own passion. She felt soiled. She felt hopeless.

The cedar post had resisted her efforts to somehow pull it loose. She had been left alone all afternoon, and only had to be careful that her straining didn't awaken the sleeping Fred. But she had tugged and shoved and struggled herself into exhaustion without coming any closer to freedom. Now she felt only apathy.

Far off, a rumbling noise sounded. Slowly, it got louder. Sally's depressed mind took no notice of it, until an odd silence said Carlos had stopped his constant chopping to listen.

The sound expanded and took on form. It was the grumbling of an engine, the crunching of the tires of a car toiling up the dirt road to the cabin.

The sudden taste of hope was metallic and bright in Sally's mouth. Someone was coming! Could Ricky have tracked her kidnappers to the cabin? Had some neighbor reported suspicious activity to the police? Was she going to be saved?