Val Marrick - Whipped And Raped

The rest was imagining, trying to recapture the dream. Yes, there was Ricky again. She couldn't see his face. Her head bumped into the same sharp edge of the front seat that had awakened her. She didn't notice this time.

Sally's fingers sought within the blue terrycloth robe that was still wrapped around her body. The fingers felt the crispness of the pubic fur, then the oily dampness of her aroused twat. Into the cleft of her cunt she slipped a fingertip. It touched her cit. Her body tingled with sweet sensation.

Ricky. Ricky. Ricky. His Name pounded into her to the rhythm of the road. God, she loved him. He was so beautiful. His cock was so beautiful. Big and long and thick, powerful as a locomotive. And it was hers, all hers, buried deep in her greedy pussy.

Sally came. She finger-fucked herself with one hand while the other diddled her cit. Her body writhed around the delicious torment in her snatch, curling like a caterpillar around a sharp stick. A moan of pleasure escaped her throat.

A rustle of movement came from the front seat. "Well, she's still breathing," a voice with a heavy Chicano accent said somewhere above her. "Maybe even coming around a little. Thank God for that, man. I thought you'd killed her, you stupid motherfucker."

"Don't loose your lip on me, boy," came a mumbled reply. "I may just take a mind to knock some of that sass out of you."

Somebody laughed mirthlessly. "That'll be the day," the Chicano said. "Just be glad you didn't hurt her. Estancia would have torn your eyes out and made you eat them."

Estancia! The Name and the picture it conjured up cut through Sally like a knife. She snapped out of her stupor. The afterglow of orgasm died as if switched off.

Suddenly, Sally knew what had happened. She had been kidnapped by two men.

Those must be their voices coming from in front. The Chicano was the one called Carlos, who'd kept her from shutting the door. The other was no doubt the big blond. She shivered as she thought of the evil way he had smiled when he tried to get away. And the look on his face after she kneed him made her sick. It was like something out of a horror movie, not anything human.

He had hit her then. The blow must have knocked her unconscious. She had been bundled into the back of the car and had stayed out till the jarring of the road woke her up.

Sally bit her lip. She felt like screaming. What were they going to do to her?

What did they have to do with Ricky's strange, wild sister? She made herself control her panic. She had to lie still and pretend to be unconscious still. If her captors thought she was out cold she might have a chance to run lot it when they got to wherever they were going.

Someone switched off the radio with a violent twist. "Well, god damn these mountains anyway.

Can't get shit on the radio up here!"

"Don't worry about it, man," Carlos said. "We're almost there. Just around this bend." Sally felt the car sway as it rounded the curve, bouncing and jouncing from the ruts in the road.

The car slowed to a stop. Sally heard the doors opening in front, and feet crunching on sandy soil. "It'd be a lot easier to get the chickie out if you hadn't tapped her so hard, Fred," Carlos said. Fred snorted.

"Don't you worry, boy," the other said. "If you don't wanna strain your little old back, just let me handle her. You go get the cabin open, I'll be right along."

Carlos hesitated for a moment before Sally heard his footsteps trudging away from the car.

Behind Sally the seat back was pushed forward. She could feel cool mountain air kissing her limbs like a lover. She could also feel a presence looming over her.

"Hot damn, but that's one gorgeous piece of ass," Fred murmured to himself.

"Hope that crazy little bitch Estancia don't slit your cunt open to your asshole too soon. I'm just dyin' to try both of `em out."

Heavy hands grasped Sally around the shoulders. She felt herself lifted effortlessly. Her hip banged painfully against the doorframe, and then Fred was holding her in his heavily-muscled arms. He kicked the door shut with his heel and began walking.

Sally let one green eye slip open. As she'd guessed they were in an isolated stretch of the mountains. A stand of pines crawled down a slope to surround a little red cedar cabin on three sides. The downward slope was clear. The road ran down the bill and disappeared around another stand of pines a hundred yards down a slope. If she had a chance, she might be able to make it to the trees.

"Oh, you sweetheart," Fred crooned to himself. "You got yourself one of the hottest little bodies I ever seen. Estancia promised I could play games with you before she finished with you. We gonna have some good times together."

A cold ball of sickness clenched itself In Sally's stomach. She was just absorbing what he'd said as he was looking at her, there in the car. What he said Estancia had planned for her. could it be real? Could anyone be that cruel? She remembered the mad light that had burned in Estancia's coal-black eyes the night before. Sally wanted to die just then. Estancia would surely be capable of doing that to her. She'd be capable of anything.

No opportunity for escape presented itself on the short walk to the cabin.

Though her flesh crawled away from the big man's touch, Sally kept her self-control somehow.

Turning sideways, Fred carried the limp form into the cabin. Carlos was on the floor by the hearth, breaking pine twigs for kindling. "Yeah, get some heat in here, so we don't freeze before this little cunt has a chance to warm us up real good," Fred said. He laid Sally on the floorboards with a bump.

He started to walk away. "Hey, goddamnit!" Carlos yelled from the fireplace.

"Lock that door!"

"Huh?" Fred grunted.

"She might be faking, man. You lock that door before you get out of reach of her, or she might just be gone. And then we're in the shits, man."

"Shit, Carlos, she's sleeping like a baby," Fred said. But he went to the door and shut it tight. Sally heard the clicking of a deadbolt going home.

Lying on her back, her eyes closed, Sally felt hopelessness washing over her.

She was trapped. She'd never had a chance to flee. And she might not get another chance.

Someone would come! She thought with a momentary surge of hope. But the feeling passed as quickly as it had come. No one knew where she was, or even that she was gone. Her father probably wouldn't even be looking for her. Ricky would assume she'd gone back home. He'd find out she hadn't soon, true, and he might even know about the cabin. But he wouldn't necessarily think of looking for her there. And if he did, it would almost certainly be too late to prevent Estancia from doing… what she was going to do.

A heavy footfall sounded beside Sally's head. She fought the urge to turn and look. "Told you. Dead to the world. Let me show you." Fred lowered his bulk to one knee.

Hot sharp pain stabbed into Sally's left breast. She shrieked aloud, her back arching clear off the floor. She screamed again as she fell back. She rolled away, clutching her hands over her boobs. She could feel the bruises starting where Fred's brutally strong fingers had pinched her left tit.

The blond man knelt there dumbfounded, looking at her. By the fireplace Carlos was laughing like a hyena. "I told you, man," he brayed. "You are just so smart. That gringa pussy had you faked right out, you dumb jodido."

Sally was up on her knees, staring through smudged eyes from one to the other;

The terrycloth robe had slipped from one shoulder and fallen, exposing an expanse of her creamy adolescent flesh to where her crossed arms pinned the garment against her jugs. Her breath came in ragged pants.

Fred's face slowly turned purple. "God damn you, bitch," he ground out, getting slowly to his feet. "I'm gonna make you sorry for that."