Robert Vickers - Summer in bondage

She was still having her cunt fucked from behind. Her face was still crammed deep into Sara's cunt. The two-fold stimulation picked up where it had left off.

It was as if nothing had happened. Her body still craved sex as it had before they'd begun fucking. The only thing she could think of was that the grass she'd smoked was the cause of it. The dope lit the fuse of her hidden passions. It stimulated her need for sex to such an extent she'd do anything to get screwed, to eat out a cunt, to perform all manner of perverted, dirty things.

"God, your cunt almost crushed me flat!" Larry gasped. "Another come like that and you'd do me in!"

"Her tongue speared me good, too. Seemed to shoot all the way up into my guts."

Summer couldn't even speak. Her mouth was occupied with Sara's snatch. Her throat was like sandpaper. Her breathing was heavy and irregular. Her tits, hanging down under her chest, felt like they were accumulating blood. They felt like bags with too much inside. She was sure they'd pop at any instant and spill her insides out on the bed.

If that didn't happen, Larry was sure to open her up with that spear of manmeat he used on her cunt.

She tried to bring off Sara again. That would eliminate a source of her confusion. Sucking and tonguing the woman's sex lips, she tried her damnedest to get the woman to come again.

When she took the turgid flaps of her labia between her teeth and gently gnawed, then ran her tongue along the aroused edges, the woman climaxed again.

And again and again and again.

When the fierce grip of orgasm left her body, she was pale and ashen-faced. She was too weak to continue. She disentangled herself from Summer and said to Larry, "She's made me feel so damn weak, I gotta light up another joint. Want one?"

"In a second," Larry gasped out. He was staining now. He was thrusting with powerful, fast strokes into Summer's hole. He wanted to bring the girl off. He wanted to get his own rocks off.

He felt the burning of heavy jism in his balls. They tumbled and churned and boiled. They threatened to blast out of his cock at any instant taking his guts with it.

Keeping control was a problem. His drug-sodden brain was sending all sorts of strange sexual messages all over his body. His cock tingled like it was an electric prod. He felt like he was vibrating all over. His skin burned. His vision was collapsing into a tiny tunnel.

Most of all, he was certain that Summer was going to break his prick off in her tight little cunt.

Summer was lost in a dope haze of her own. She was no longer separating reality from the wild imagining of her mind. The drug had caused her to begin hallucinating.

She dreamed she was being fucked by a gorilla. Its huge dick drove into her. Its hairy hands groped and fondled her body. And she wanted it!

How badly she wanted this hairy ape to screw the hell out of her!

Its dong drove into her cunt with merciless speed and power. She knew that it had to be a gorilla. No other animal was that strong. She was being fucked by an ape!

Larry grunted and finally shot his wad. His balls erupted and the creamy seed came flooding out the tiny pin-prick hole at the end of his dick. He jerked and bucked and grunted with the release of his jism.

Summer's cunt crushed down fiercely on his delving prick. He was milked for every pearly drop of his fizz. There wasn't a single drop left in his body when her cunt was finished with him.

The teenager had her own climax. The thought of being fucked to orgasm by a gorilla faded as she realized it was only a man. But it was no less exciting than being raped by a gorilla. It was still a huge cock reaming her cunt out.

She rocked back and forth, thrusting her butt back to take him as deep into her cunt as possible.

Finally, she collapsed forward on the bed. Her body was drenched with sweat. It had been a hectic, frantic lovemaking.

She inhaled and smelled the acrid fumes of another reefer. She almost choked on it. She wasn't used to it like Larry and Sara obviously were. They were pot heads.

"Damn good fucking," Larry said.

"Ummm, yeah." Sara passed over a wheat straw rolled joint to Larry. He took it and inhaled deeply, holding the smoke in his lungs. As Summer watched, she could see the blissful look cross his face.

He passed the joint back to Sara.

She took a few quick puffs on it, then gave it back. She said, "I can't remember ever having this much fun with a hitchhiker before. Let's keep her around for a while."

Larry and Sara didn't seem to realize that Summer was hearing everything they said. They thought she'd either passed out or gone to sleep in the bed.

"I dunno. I think we oughta get rid of her tight away. It's chancy having a kid like her along. Looks funny. She might even blow off her mouth when we could least afford it. We're almost, uh, almost home and… hell, I forgot what I was saying." He took another deep puff.

"You're right. Let's get rid of her in the morning. We got some desolate country to get through. We can do it there. You wanna do it this time or can I?"

Summer shuddered at the hideous feral look that had come into Sara's eyes. She was like she was crazed with blood lust. It frightened her.

"We'll flip for it in the morning."

That was the last thing Summer remembered. She passed out.

Summer awoke, her head splitting with a headache. She was bound and dumped in the corner of the room. She still smelled the strong odor of dope. Larry and Sara were stoned and out of their minds and asleep on the bed.

They wouldn't have awakened if an atomic bomb had gone off. They were out of it for a long time.

Summer felt the ropes cruelly cuffing into her wrists. She struggled to a sitting position and found that her legs were tied together, too.

She was still naked. They hadn't bothered to dress her. There was no reason. Especially if they planned to knock her off like they'd been talking about. A naked corpse was a lot harder to identify than one with clothing. The very clothes could be traced back and missing persons files could be checked.

Summer knew that her stepfather had probably filed a runaway report for both her brother and her. It would make things a lot simpler for him. He wouldn't be up on a murder charge, then.

She managed to press against the wall and push herself into a standing position. It was damned uncomfortable for her. They had tied her ankles so tight, the circulation was cut off. Her feet felt like someone was sticking pins in them. She knew that she'd have to get the hell out of this motel before Larry and Sara woke up.

They wouldn't hesitate killing her. She knew too much about them. She knew where they were heading, where they'd come from, she could even send them up on kidnapping charges. Maybe even rape and assorted other things.

They would have to kill her. That was their only option now that she had come along.

Summer painfully hobbled over to the bathroom. She managed to get to Larry's shaving kit. The can of aerosol foam clattered loudly onto the floor but neither of the stoned people even stirred. Summer held her breath as she took out the tiny packet of razor blades.

After much tongue-chewing and painful contortions, she had sliced the ropes around her legs. It was almost worse having the ropes, off than having them cutting into her ankles.

With a considerable amount of work, she finally cut the ropes on her wrists. She was free. She dressed quickly and took her pack with the CB radio in it. Opening and closing the door posed the biggest problem for her. The hinges squeaked.

Outside safely, she wondered what she should do. The quickest way for them to find her was to start hitching again. It could be hours before anyone picked her up. Seeing their car gave her a sudden inspiration.