Val Marrick - Whipped And Raped

In two steps he was on her. Carlos had his back turned, getting the fire started. The huge man grabbed Sally by the shoulder and threw her back into the wall. She put her hands down to support herself. Her robe fell open. Her budding pinktipped tits bobbed free, jerking and swaying to the rhythm of her breathing.

The sight of her fired Fred's fury. She was naked before him, naked and helpless, the robe plunging open clear to where the strands of golden cunt fur curled tantalizing in view, speaking of the rich treasures they concealed. He cocked his arm and slapped her once across the tits.

Sally rocked back into the wall, her mouth twisting iii a cry of agony. The sight of her pain spurred him on. Again and again he slapped her tender boobs, flopping them this way and that. His strength was like that of a wild animal.

The raging lust to hurt filled him. It grew greater the more the girl cowered and cried uselessly for mercy.

Suddenly the man's bulk was spun away. He came to his feet and staggered back into a post running from floor to ceiling with a thud that seemed to rock the whole cabin. Carlos was crouched by Sally's side. He'd bounded over from the fireside and pulled the brawny man off her as if he'd been a toy.

Murder glared in Fred's little pig eyes. He huffed his breath out like a boiler venting steam, and started forward.

Unflinching, Carlos faced him. Sally got her first good look at the man who'd just rescued her from the brawny sadist. He was medium-height, as she had seen at first, but what she had not seen was how his thick body was knotted with rippling muscles. He was stocky, built low and solid. Now he crouched, facing the other man on the balls of his feet.

Fred advanced, a lunatic gleam in his eyes. "Don't come no closer, man," `Carlos warned in a low voice. The big man spread his arms.

There was a sharp click. In the space between the two appeared the glittering blade of a switchblade. Carlos stubby brown fingers were wrapped around the hilt. "Another step and this goes in your fat guts, bro'," he hissed.

Sally quit breathing as she watched the scene with mingled horror and hope. Her fits burned as if they were on fire, more pain than she'd ever known in her life. But the pain was dimmed by the thought that her captors might kill each other. Or even that Carlos might kill that vicious bastard Fred. Carlos seemed better-natured than the blond and was obviously not the sadist Fred was. Maybe he'd let her go.

Fred stopped. Something like sanity came into his small blue eyes. For a moment he stood gazing dumbly at the crouching Chicano.

Finally he gave a half-hearted laugh. "Hey, man, take it easy," he said lightly. "No call to get all uptight. I was just havin' a little fun with her.

No harm in that. It's what we got her up here for, ain't it?"

Carlos stayed down, his knife unwavering. "Estancia wants to teach her a lesson. But she wants her in good shape. Not all bruised, or beaten half to death."

"Well, shit, I just got carried away, that's all."

The big man turned away. The Chicano watched him warily for a few seconds, then put the knife away.

He turned his attention to the crouching girl. She looked up at him, `pleading with her clear blue eyes. His next words banished Sally's thoughts that he might help her.

"You are a fine-looking piece of ass, girl," he said, as his eyes traveled over her naked skin. Bright hand-marks burned on her tits, but their shape was perfect, mouth-watering, their skin satiny. Her belly was firm and gently rounded, curving down to the tangle of hair at her crotch. The robe still hid her pussy.

Carlos licked his lips. Sally saw the bulge in his pants. His eyes followed her gaze, and he laughed. "Hey, yeah, that's right. Get a good look at it. You're gonna be gettin' a lot more of it," he said. "I got to admit, watching that gringo bastard work you over was so frightening, my poor prick is all scared stiff!"

Laughing coarsely, he pulled Sally away from the wall and shoved her onto her back. "Stancia said we could have a little fun with you if we wanted," he explained, as he unfastened his belt. He unbuttoned his pants and started unzipping his fly. "Now Fred was getting too carried away with his kind of fun.

My kind ain't going to give you no bruises. And once I get started, you ain't going to want no one to stop me."

Carlos pulled his pants down over his slim hips. His cock sprang out into the open air. In spite of herself, Sally gasped in admiration.

Carlos' cock was a good eight inches of throbbing meat, and a good inch and a half thick. The head of the prick was dark purple. It gave off a heat that Sally could feel, almost as strong as the heat from the fire across the room.

Under other circumstances the sweet waters might have begun to flow in Sally's snatch at the sight of such a magnificent dick. But Fred's beating her fits had driven all erotic thought from her mind.

Still, the sight of that big prick poised over her held her fascinated for a long moment.

Transfixed, Sally watched as Carlos went down to one knee beside her. As she stared at his rigid cock, he reached out and lifted the sides of the fuzzy blue robe, completely exposing her desirable young body.

When he did so the spell was broken. Sally moved in a burst of speed, trying to get out from under him, to escape. The girl never had a chance. Carlos' hands shot out and cupped her heaving tits, pinning her to the rough floor. His palms were cool and dry.

Carlos felt the heat of the girl's body welling up through the skin of his palms. The nasty pale cherries of her nipples were not hard. He smiled to himself as he forced her struggling legs apart, squirming between them with his pelvis. They'd get hard soon enough, once she'd had a taste of what she had to offer.

In a short time Carlos had his hips and legs between Sally's creamy thighs in spite of her resistance. Sally wasn't screaming now. Her teeth were clenched, her alluring lips pressed together in a grim line. She thrashed her yellow head from side to side as she fought him. The only sounds she made were little grunts and squeals of effort.

Propping himself on his elbows, Carlos began to get his mighty cock into position to plow the furrow of Sally's twat. His hands kept hold of the pleasing handles of her jugs. Her efforts made them feel as if they had a life of their own.

Coarse pubic hair rasped the underside of Carlos' huge prick. He fucked his cock several times up and down Sally's cunt-mound, and her heat and energy almost made him spew his load all the way to her bellybutton. That would be a waste, he thought, when he had such a hot, fight, writhing cunt to plug his prick into.

Carlos slid down to bring his cock to bear on the fur-rimmed slash. He prodded once with his hips. His cockhead poked at the top of her pussy, crushed the clitoris against Sally's pubic bone. She caught her breath, and her even white teeth made half-moons along her lower lip.

It hurt!

But it didn't hurt nearly as much as what happened next.

When Sally had been raped by her father, her cunt was all moist and ready from her love-play with Ricky. Even though her cherry had been broken when he fucked her, the pain had not been that great because she was already beginning to be overcome by the pleasure of it.

Now her pussy tunnel was bone-dry. The cunt-oozings of the dream she'd had in the car had dried to nothingness. And now Carlos' enormous prick jabbed once or twice more at her pussy lips, and then plunged all its tremendous length into the unwilling cunt!

This time a cock really did feel like a hot iron being driven into her body. A hot iron covered with broken glass, and big around as a telephone pole. Sally's back arched in pain, and Carlos grunted with delight as he forced her pussy farther up around his cock. She opened. her mouth and screamed till her jaws ached.