Robert Vickers - Summer in bondage

"Got a tight aunt, don't ya, whore?" "Please, please!"

"Want more of it, huh? Okay!"

He increased the force of his fucking. Each in-out stroke smashed hard into her body. She found herself drifting away on the winds of sex. She was enjoying the rape. It was horrifying for her to think about it, but it was happening. She was actually enjoying being raped by her own stepfather.

Summer groaned as the feelings began to well up inside her. The plummeting cock had sent off hidden depth charges in her body. She knew that she would climax in a few more minutes if he kept up his merciless hammering at her cunt.

Each excursion into her belly warmed her. The friction of his huge battering ram of manmeat burned in her loins. Liquid fire puddled up in her stomach. Her spine was arched to take him as deeply as possible up her cunt. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted to be raped.

She was enjoying the degradation, the humiliation of the scene.

Her pussy lips were bruised from the telephone pole of cock screwing in and out of her twat. She realized the only way of ending this, of making things straight in her own head, was to get him to come. She would have to do everything she could to bring him off or he might fuck her all night long.

She couldn't stand the thought of that.

Using her stomach muscles, she clamped down powerfully on his prick as it fucked into her juicy cunt. He grunted in response. She tried to hold him inside her, to make him come. He managed to pull out amid a flow of her inner oils. There was an obscene smucking noise as he broke the vacuum created by his monster prick and her strong cuntal muscles.

She tried a different tack. Her body was fast approaching the paint of no return. She was going to climax in a short time unless something drastic was done.

Twisting and thrashing around on the table, she hunched up to meet his every thrust. She managed to take his short length deeply into her body. She shivered with the feel of the massive plug stopping up her pussy. She took it. She had to. There was no other way for her to bring the drunken, crazed man off.

It worked. She rotated around the spike of his flesh impaling her. He grunted, then began to emit animal noises. His hips thrust forward faster and faster. His cock seared as it penetrated hot cunt and reamed her out.

"God, slut, you're tiiight!" he grunted. Then he came.

She felt the torrents of white hot jizz blasting into her body. It was a horrible feeling. Usually, she dug the hell out of it. This was what she normally loved. Now it terrified her. She was disgusted and angry. She was being used as a convenient socket to stuff a prick into and not treated as a human being.

Still, she used her muscles to milk him of all his come. The walls of her cunt collapsed around his dick and pulled out each and every drop of his come. She squeezed and rippled the walls of her pussy until the last drop of jism was drained from her stepfather's balls.

He staggered back, panting. He put one hand out and braced himself against the wall. He said in a mushy voice, "Damn tight cunt, you little bitch, damn tight."

He sat down heavily. In a few seconds, be was asleep. Not daring to move, the raped girl watched until she was suit he had either passed out or gone to sleep from his exertion in raping her.

She quickly went to where her brother lay. He hadn't moved. She felt for a pulse and found none. Her step-father had really killed Bill. The teenager's body was beginning to row cold and stiffen with rigor mortis.

Summer stood and pulled the tatters of the nightgown around her body. There was no way she could stay wound here. Even if the courts believed her that her stepfather had killed Bill, she'd be put into a detention home. She didn't have any other relatives now that Bill was dead.

There was only one thing she could do. She had to run away. And it had to be tonight.

She started out of the garage when the thought occurred to her that it would be nice to take a momento of her brother along. Her eyes drifted over the cluttered work bench to the last citizen's bend radio her brother had been working on.

It didn't have a power supply. She had heard him say all it took was to hook the two leads up to a car battery, then talk into the mike. That was so easy, she figured she could do it. The entire rig was light; it didn't weigh more than three pounds. She figured it must be all solid state gadgets inside the small metallic grey case.

She carried the last thing Bill had worked on out of the shop, vowing to vanish. She couldn't stay around here. Not now.

She was on her own.

Summer hastily packed her brother's knapsack. She figured that was easier to carry than a suitcase and wouldn't look so obvious. The last thing she wanted was some cop to pick her up as a runaway. In her mind, lugging a suitcase down the highway simply screamed "RUNAWAY!"

She carefully put the CB radio in the top of the knapsack and then fastened the straps on the sides of the pack. She was ready to go.

The teenager looked around her room with some regret. This was home. This was where Mom had been before she'd waffled the murdering son of a bitch who'd killed Bill and raped her. Summer had no compunction against leaving when she thought about the drunken man out in the garage.

She considered calling the cops and having them come over. It would serve the old man right getting busted while he was still drunk. There was no way she could do it from here, though.

She'd have to get away – far away – before calling in the police. The heat would be sure to hold her as a material witness, toss her in the slammer for her own protection. For all she knew, it might be for her own good if they would. Her stepfather had a violent temper. He'd get out on bail and might decide to kill the only witness against him.

Summer shuddered. She finished tying the knot just below her tits. Her blouse was all fixed up now. A bread expanse of belly showed. With the skin-tight jeans she had on, she was quite an eyeful. She didn't think she would have any trouble getting a ride out on the freeway. Hitchhiking was something new to her so she'd have to play it by ear until she learned the tricks.

One thing she was certain about, though. Sex would get her a ride sooner than anything else.

She never considered the dangers that were inherent in her thinking. She biked out of the house and down to the highway. In the dark, the cars couldn't see her until they were almost past. She ended up walking almost all the way into town. There, at an interchange, she finally got a ride.

The kid driving the flashy car called out, "How far you go?"

Summer overlooked the obvious double meaning. She wasn't going far – sexually – with this clown. She just wanted a ride as far away from her stepfather as she could get.

"Wherever you're going, I'm headed that way."

"Can't be bad, can't be bad!" the boy chortled.

Summer climbed in and tossed her pack into the back seat. She felt the boy's eyes moving all over her body. She didn't mind that. She just hoped he didn't try anything else. Getting raped, once that night was more than enough.

She noticed the bulge in the crotch of his pants expanding. He was seeing her fully for the first time. Her long, slender legs were thrust out in front of her. But it was her tits gleaming whitely in the light from the streetlights that turned the teenager on. He saw the impudent swell of high placed tits. The nipples poked against the thin fabric of her blouse.

To the driver, this was a definite come-on.

"Hey, babe, let's cut out this 'anywhere you're going' shit and get down to it. Let's fuck."

"You're not very subtle are you?" Summer was rapidly thinking how to avoid a nasty encounter. On impulse she asked, "You know the way to San Diego?"