Robert Vickers - Raped teaser

Fred thought that was funny. Ross merely smiled.

"So what's the big joke?" Karen demanded, her black eyes flashing. She brushed back the raven mane of hair that had draped itself over her forehead. The girl was well aware that both men were studying her like she was a bug under a microscope.

In a way, she was pleased. She had a fine body and didn't mind showing it off. Not to these guys, at any rate.

Both Ross and Fred were treated to a sight seldom seen. Karen's tits rode high and firm. The nipples were upturned just the slightest bit as if inviting the men to suck on the ruddy buttons of flesh. The boobs barely quivered as the girl moved. They were fleshed with the meat of a young woman, not the saggy tit-flesh of a middle-aged broad.

But the twin delights jutting proudly from her chest were only the beginning of a finely sculptured body. The tits shadowed the trim waist and deep depression of her navel. Nothing could hide the dark-furred patch of her cunt mound.

Karen sat unselfconsciously. Her legs were spread just the slightest bit to allow the men the sight of her cunt. The black fleece of her snatch rimmed the pussylips. The twin pillars of her slender thighs bracketed the tasty sight.

Her legs were something for a real connoisseur to appreciate. The thighs were firm and well fleshed, yet trim. Her calves were equally well constructed. And Ross would testify anywhere, any time about the fine ass thrusting haughtily out behind the girl.

Both Fred and Ross continued to drink in her youthful beauty and laugh. Karen was beginning to feel just a little uncomfortable. She wasn't used to such treatment. It was crummy. And didn't she deserve more after letting them both fuck her?

"So what's so funny, dammit?" she demanded. "Little girls shouldn't swear," said Fred, amused.

"And I'm not a little girl."

"Jailbait, I still say!" Both Ross and Fred laughed at the sandy-haired man's joke.

Ross brushed back his own red locks and finally told her, "Jailbait. That's what you are. And we're jailbirds."

Karen didn't immediately understand. She frowned and started to say something when Fred cut her off.

"Shut up, baby doll! The man's giving it to you straight. We're both on the run. Broke out of the Big Q last week."

"But…" Karen started to stammer. She was suddenly afraid. These were desperate men. They'd been locked up in San Quentin and had managed to escape the cold gray concrete walls. They might have even killed a guard or two doing it.

And what had they been sent up for? The day suddenly was very cold and chilling to a very young girl.

"Don't sweat it, kid," said Ross. "We're not killers or anything like that. Fred here got a bum rap and was sent up for a robbery he didn't even do."

"Not that I ain't done plenty, mind you," Fred cut in, "I done plenty in my time. But this one was a frame."

"Yeah. And me, well, the state doesn't take too kindly to people who practice creative accounting."

"What's that?" asked Karen. She was still scared, but not as much. These guys hadn't been murderers or anything violent.

"Creative accounting's what I call it when I sort of switch things from column A to column B in the bank's books and pocket the difference. I made off with almost a hundred grand before they found out what I was doing. And I'll bet they never find out how I did some of it!" There was a note of pride in Ross' voice as if he had accomplished something someone else had tried and failed at.

"Gee, I guess there's nothing wrong with that. Isn't it like cheating on your income taxes? My old man does that."

"Something like that, kid, something like that," Ross admitted. Both men were still examining her like a slave on the auction block.

"Well, I guess I'll split. Uh, you guys watch out for the cops and all that. Wish you luck." As Karen started to stand, Fred shoved her back to the ground.

"Not so fast, baby doll. You're not going anywhere till we tell you. You know we're here now and we sure wouldn't like it if you went around shooting off your mouth to the cops."

"I wouldn't do that!" protested Karen.

"We have just committed a felony, kiddo. We were up for five years, which is a long time. But rape's a big one. They'll hit us with fifty years for it."

"Oh, I'll say I went along with you. I'll tell them I wanted to make it with you guys!" Karen cried, her eyes wide.

"And who're you going to be telling?" Fred looked at Ross. The red-headed man looked disgusted.

"Nobody! That was just a way of saying I won't say…"

"Shut your trap, kid!" Ross snapped. "You're jailbait in this state. Eighty percent of all the men convicted of rape get it for statutory rape. That means making it with an under-aged chick, whether she dug it or not. I'll just bet your folks wouldn't exactly get off on knowing two hardened criminals were out in the woods fucking you cross-eyed. Whether you got off on it or not."

Karen's stomach knotted. Her insides began to shake with fear. This wasn't quite the lark she'd first thought it would be.

Fred added, "Murder's only worth about twelve years with good behavior. Rape's always worth at least half the full sentence. Twenty-five years is a hell of a long time."

Karen's voice had gone small and weak. "You… you're going to kill me?"

Ross laughed. "Hardly. We're not violent, are we, Fred? But we're not going to let you go around telling everybody where we are. That'd be dumb."

"Wh-what are you going to do w-with me?" Karen was completely afraid now. They wouldn't murder in cold blood. That's what they said. But it was obvious the penalties for rape were bigger than for murder. They might decide she was, after all, better off in a shallow grave than in the sack.

"Glad you asked, baby doll. My prick's about ready for another go at that tight little cunt of yours." Fred rubbed his chin, thinking. Then he said, "On second thought, Ross seemed to really get off on your asshole. I think I'll fuck you there and see how it is."

Ross smiled. "Tight, friend, damned tight. And I'm still horny."

Karen looked down at Ross' groin. His cock had begun to slowly rise up again. His capacity for sex was incredible. The girl could barely believe it when she heard them discussing her like that. It was obvious they were both going to fuck her again.

"Please!" she pleaded. "I hurt! My poor little pussy's tired out and and and… my rear end's sore!"

Fred just "tch-tch-tch'd".

Ross dropped his jeans all the way and kicked free of them. In spite of herself, Karen couldn't tear her eyes off the luscious sight in front of her. Ross' cock gradually rose until it jutted at a proud angle from his crotch. The reddish tip was slowly turning to a fierce purple as his lust rose. And his entire cock started quivering as his passions built up.

Fred's dick was in the same condition. His cock was thicker than Ross' but not any longer. Of the two, Karen had to admit she preferred Ross. He knew how to use what he had a lot better, but Fred… he was still a real cocksman. That thick root of manmeat really smashed into her cunt and made her feel like she was a woman – all woman.

She barely caught the end of Ross' statement to Fred. "… why not both of us at the same time? Me up her cunt and you up her asshole? Kind of give us both a shot at a different hole."

Fred continued to rub his chin. "Yeah, buddy boy, I think you got it. We'll both fuck her at the same time. And I don't mind corn-holing her at all. You sure as hell looked like you were having more fun than I was up her cunt."

"So let's sandwich her!"

Karen tried to flee but it didn't do her any good. Fred easily scooped her up and swept her off her feet. She kicked and struggled but to no avail. Fred was too strong for her. And, deep from inside, Karen had a morbid fascination with what they might actually do to her. It sounded – kinky!