Val Marrick: Whipped And Raped

A girl stood there. She was small, almost tiny. But into her small frame was packed more vibrant sexual energy than any three normal females owned. Even Sally could feel its impact. The girl had hair like a raven's wing. And her darkly lovely face was contorted in fury.

"Estancia-" Ricky began.

The girl's explosion shut him up. "Estancia!" she screamed. "Don't `Estancia' me, you bastard! How dare you! How can you lie there looking at me like that, with your come dripping out of that straw-haired pig's ugly mouth? What's that smeared all over your face? Cunt juice? Is it? Oh, you bastard!"

She gathered herself and launched herself at them like a tiger. She spewed incredible-sounding Spanish obscenities. Long red fingernails clawed at Sally.

After one numb moment Sally rolled out of the. way. It was just in time. The enameled talons drew vivid lines of pain along her ribs. She fell off the bed as the enraged Chicano piled into it.

Ricky and the black-haired fury were bouncing comically up and down on the bed.

But there was nothing funny about what was happening. Sally looked up and just got her arm up in time to take a razor-edged slash from her elbow to her wrist.

The brunette meant business. She had been trying to get her nails into Sally's pretty blue eyes.

Sally fell back in a tangle of limbs. The other girl fought to her knees. She weaved as she tried to get leverage to pounce. Ricky got up to a sitting position. He grabbed her by the shoulder and spun her around.

With a wordless shriek of rage the dark girl struck at his face. Ricky blocked the vicious swipe with his forearm and slapped the girl across the face with all his might.

She tumbled backward off the bed onto the floor. In a flash she was on her feet again. Her eyes flashed like black lightning. Sally threw herself behind Ricky for protection.

"That's right, hide behind him, you thieving slut! I don't know how you tricked my brother into wanting to get inside that sloppy Anglo cunt of yours. But when I'm finished with you he ain't gonna want you no more! Puta!" She spat venomously at the cowering blonde. With a last look of pure hatred, she stormed out of the room.

Ricky and Sally heard the apartment door slam shut so hard things rattled on shelves. Sally let out a heartbroken sob and buried `her face against Ricky's shoulder. He slipped an arm around her and held her trembling body to his. When she could talk, Sally lifted her tear-streaked face.

"That girl… she called you her brother," she said unevenly. "She's your… your… "

"Estancia is my sister," Ricky told her quietly. "She is a year younger than I am. We moved in here together when our parents were killed. She… she sees me as her protector. I'm all she has. She hates the thought of sharing me with anybody."

Sally nodded and clung to him tightly. She missed the hint of evasiveness in Ricky's voice. She didn't let herself think that Estancia had raved as if it had been her lover, not her brother, she'd found in bed with the blonde girl.

"Hey, you're quite a cocksucker, babe, you know that?" Rick said, jollying her.

Sally smiled shyly. She wanted to believe everything would be all right. She had been through too much hell recently to let herself believe anything else bad would happen.

Sally let Ricky push her onto her back again. The scene with his sister bad turned him on.

Together they fucked, sweetly and sensuously. Sally held Ricky tight and cried out when they came. When they drifted off to sleep, she had forgotten the hatred-twisted, beautiful face of Ricky's sister. She had forgotten the brunette's threatening words as well. Soon enough, Sally would remember them.

Sally stirred and shook her head. Slowly she came awake to the yellow light of morning pouring in through the cheap curtains. The noise that had awakened her still continued. An impatient, urgent rapping sound. Sally rolled from side to side and threw out a slender arm. She was alone in the bed.

"Ricky," Sally called. No one answered. Then she remembered. Ricky worked in the mornings, and had classes in the afternoon. He was employed as a refrigerator repairman.

Bleary-eyed, the, blonde got to her feet. The knocking went on. "Just a minute, just a, minute," she mumbled to herself. Sally padded over to the closet.

Inside she- found a man's blue terry-cloth bathrobe. No slippers, though. She wrapped the fuzzy robe around her and walked barefoot out of the bedroom to the front door.

It took the sleepy girl a few moments to fumble open the deadbolt. "I've got it!" she called out.

The words died in her throat. Two men stood outside. When they saw her standing there in the blue robe they grinned. Something about them chilled her to the marrow.

Both were big, one Chicano, one a beefy blond with a round red face. "I'm afraid you've got the wrong apartment," Sally said hurriedly, backing away.

The two moved forward.

Frantically, Sally stepped back. The shorter, darker man got his foot into the door. The girl turned to run.

"I got her, Carlos," the other man said. He bounded past the Chicano and caught her before she had gone three steps. She fought him furiously, pounding his broad chest with her fists He just stood there, holding her off the floor as if she didn't weigh anything His broad face was split by a loose-lipped, malicious grin.

Then the girl's struggles twisted her in his grasp. With a sudden spurt of energy she drove a knee into his groin. "Oof!" he grunted and doubled over.

Sally wriggled free. The bathroom door was ajar, and she headed for it. Then a hand closed around her wrist and spun her around. The big blond man had hold of her again. His broad face was twisted in rage.

From the corner of her eye Sally saw a hand like a hamhock swinging in a vicious roundhouse. Blinding pain exploded in her head with a noise like thunder. The world went dark.

Sweet sensation enveloped Sally. She was in a softly-lit room. Music played gently somewhere. Ricky was with her. He was sitting on a big divan, like the one in her parent's living room. He was naked, and so was she. She was sitting astride him, facing him, and she was fucking herself into madness on his big stiff prick.

Brown fingers dug into her back as they fucked. Pleasure burned in her pussy.

He was so huge! His cock was splitting her apart. Ricky's hot breath burned on her neck.

At every stroke Sally's need for that mighty cock grew greater. Faster and faster she fucked herself on Ricky's click. Spongy lewd sounds came from her crotch as her cunt juice was whipped to a froth. She clawed at his back. She felt him tense, felt the orgasm building. She was close, so close to coming, almost there.

A sharp pain dug into the back of Sally's neck. Her green eyes snapped open.

Gone was the half-lit room. Gone was the candlelight. And gone was Ricky. She was looking at a stretch o cracked green vinyl inches ally from her pert nose.

Instead of the indescribably sweet aroma of Ricky's sweat and her own flowing pussy, a stink of oil and dust clogged the girl's nostrils.

Sally was still being bounced around, though. However, the motion wasn't due to an ever-increasing frenzy of fucking. She was in the back seat of a car, or rather on the floor between the front and back seats. She was face-down, and being driven over an obviously rough road probably a dirt road.

Still in a daze, Sally realized she was still turned on from the erotic dream.

Her hands were beneath her, cupped over her pussy mound. Almost mechanically, she began to massage the furry cunt-bun.

Sounds were coming from the front seat. Music was playing, country music, but the reception was bad and static kept overriding it. Only part of Sally's fogged brain noticed.