Robert Vickers - Raped teaser

Karen had stopped crying and was rubbing her ass and cunt. She glared at the men, her eyes pools of black hatred.

"What now, perverts?" she snarled.

"Perverts, she calls us? Hear that, Ross? Perverts!" Fred buttoned up his shirt as he said to Karen, "And who the hell was it that came out of the lake mother naked and flaunting her tits and cunt and just begging to be fucked? I say you got what you were after, baby doll, and not a single thing less!"

"Fred's right, you know. No chick swims up to two strange men naked as a jay bird and expects to just walk away without getting herself into all sorts of trouble."

Ross finished dressing. He looked down at Karen from his six-foot height, brushed back his flame-red hair and said, "Where's this cabin you been talking about? The one where your ma's hanging out?"

"Go to hell!" Karen snapped.

Ross landed a light kick on Karen's ribcage. "The next one'll bust a couple bones. You won't like that at all. Maybe I'll even let Fred work you over. Fred enjoys giving people all sorts of pain, don't you, Fred?"

Ross didn't even look to see the sandy-haired man briskly shaking his head "yes".

"See? Now tell me before we have to get rough. You're too good a fuck to be stupid. Unless you think with that tight little cunt of yours and I doubt that."

"It's over that way." Karen pointed across the lake. She hoped that these two men would go away. And another part of her brain wanted no such thing. True, they had brutalized her, raped her and humiliated her. But she'd asked for it. Ross had been right.

And she'd enjoyed it as well as hating it. The teenager was completely confused. How could she enjoy being raped? Why did she get off on the rough treatment they'd been giving her? It was just the opposite of what she usually dug. It was her fun-and-games trip to make the guy beg to fuck her.

Begging the guy to fuck her, beat her and fuck her, humiliate her before fucking her – these were new ideas Karen didn't understand at all.

"Oh shit. That's a good three miles walking around the lake. What the hell, let's get going. Come on, kid. Lead the way." Ross pulled Karen to her feet.

"You want me to walk through these woods naked? Without any clothes on at all?" She sounded surprised.

"Why not? We seen you naked already. And there ain't no one but the ground squirrels out there. Now get moving!"

The shove sent Karen reeling. She soon recovered and carefully picked her way through the pine forest. The nettles stuck in her feet, hurt terribly. But not as badly as her chafed and smarting ass. Fred had really done a number on her poor asshole. It burned like a napalm had been smeared all over it.

Soon, the Finney cabin came into view. It was a large A-frame that Ralph had built himself. It was the family pride and joy. Karen had to secretly admit she was happy to see it again. It was like an oasis in this desert she had found herself lost in.

Fred pulled out a small, ugly-looking pistol. He pulled back the hammer and said, "I'll go ahead and check."

Ross just nodded.

Karen begged Ross, "Stop him! Don't let him kill my mother!"

"He's not going to hurt her. And what's this big concern for her all of a sudden? You gave the impression that you didn't much like your old lady."

"I… I don't. I just don't want her hurt."

"What would you do to make sure she wasn't hurt?" Ross was fishing now, trying to find out what Karen would do and wouldn't do. When he found out what her limits were, he'd be sure to push her over the edge. The man seemed to realize how much had been destroyed inside the girl when he had ass-fucked her. A little bit of her spirit had died. He could see a slave forming every time he and Fred took advantage of her, raped her.

Soon, she'd be begging them to abuse her. Ross thought he'd like that. Until Karen started to bore him.

Fred waved from the front porch. Ross prodded Karen and said, "Move out. Fred's got everything under control by the looks of it. Probably already fucked your mother a couple times. Fred's a quick worker."

Ross smiled when he saw Karen cringe slightly at the thought of Fred fucking her mother. That would rank high on the list of things to be done once they'd settled down in the cabin.

They walked into the main room, the room that had once been cheery and brightly lit from the large fireplace on the back wall. Somehow, it was no longer the room that Karen remembered. Some vital spark had left when Fred and Ross had entered.

Miriam saw Karen and rushed to her, cradling her daughter in comforting arms. "Darling! What have these beasts done to you?"

"Lady, we done nothing to her that she didn't want done." Ross carefully, brutally explained everything in vivid detail.

"Pigs!" spat Miriam, then she launched herself at Fred with fingernails raking.

The man easily eluded her. He'd been brought up in the streets and knew every dirty fighting trick there was. A suburban broad with a nasty set of fingernails didn't bother him at all.

He grabbed the woman by the wrists and easily threw her to the floor. "Now that wasn't nice, no ma'am, not nice at all. Gimme the rope, Ross."

The redhead casually tossed his partner some coarse rope that had been used for tying up deer carcasses. Fred looped the rough strands around Miriam's wrists and pulled tight until she could barely move. Not content with merely tying her hands firmly behind her back, Fred tossed a loose end of the rope over a low-hanging beam and pulled.

He kept pulling no matter how much Miriam screamed. When she had to strain for the balls of her feet to barely touch the floor, he stopped. The end of the rope was double-looped and tied in a bow knot on a nearby post.

Ross explained, "It's a lot more painful this way, Karen. You see, your mother can barely touch the floor with her toes. But she can support some of her weight that way. In about ten minutes or so, her legs will start to feel like they're being pulled out of their sockets. And her shoulders, well, they support almost all of her weight, too, with her hands tied behind her like that. Fred's a real expert at this. Wouldn't guess he used to be a cop, would you?"

Karen watched in numb horror. She couldn't believe this was happening to her.

Miriam snarled between pain-numbed lips, "You're animals. Animals! You're not fit to live! As soon as my husband gets here…"

"… gets here in a week or maybe two, right?" Ross finished. "Don't try to con a couple of cons. We're experts at lying. But you really should be taught not to lie to us. Whatcha think should be done about that, Fred?"

The man's crotch bulged. He had been eyeing Miriam all the time he was tying her up and stringing her over the rafter like a side of beef. He was ready to fuck again. And Miriam wasn't a bad-looking broad. Not at all. Her tits were held by the cloth prison of her bra, but otherwise they didn't bobble around too much. Not all the usual middle-age sag he usually saw. And she had a nice ass. It was easy to see where Karen got her nice ass.

From nowhere, a switchblade appeared in Fred's hand. The dull "snick" as it opened seemed deafening to Karen and Miriam. Fred slowly went to the strung-up woman. "Lying is a serious offense in this court. You got to pay the price!"

He pushed the blade inside one of the woman's pantlegs. The sudden upward trip of the knife severed the cloth all the way to her waist. Miriam moaned even though Fred hadn't even nicked her. He repeated the action on her other leg. Her slacks fell away from her body like leaves fluttering down in the forest.

The man slowly worked with his knife, stripping away the blouse, bra and panties until Miriam hung naked before him. Not once had he so much as marked her with his blade.

Fred took a step back and studied the naked woman fully. Her tits did droop a bit, but what the hell? It was her cunt that caught and held his attention. The brown fleecy down of her snatch was thick and curly. He began to thrust his thick fingers up and down along the woman's pink-lipped cunt.