Robert Vickers - Raped teaser

Miriam moaned and closed her eyes.

"Like that, honey?" Fred continued to massage and manipulate the sensitive cuntlips under his fingers. Unlike Karen, Miriam didn't start frothing and gushing forth a torrential outpouring of cunt juice. Miriam was scared to death of what Fred would do to her.

"Hey, she's not liking this at all!"

"Why don't you give her something she will like then, Freddie, me bucko?" Ross sat down and put his arm around Karen's trembling shoulders. The girl tried to pull away but Ross coldly told her, "Don't you try acting up, not after those fantastic fuckings you gave us this afternoon."

Karen tried to relax but couldn't. Not with the horrible sight in front of her.

Fred had unzipped his trousers to expose his fierce, reddish-purple cock. His tool bounced and bucked like a stallion. He moved closer to the bound Miriam and smiled.

"Ready for a little of the old in-out, in-out?" Miriam spit in his face.

Fred's reaction was instantaneous. He slapped her as hard as he could. The woman began to swing back and forth, almost knocked out from the force of the blow.

"You shouldn't do things like that, lady. They aren't acceptable in polite society." Fred reached out and grabbed a double handful of ass. He pulled toward him so that Miriam's feet left the floor entirely. That put all her weight on her shoulders. She groaned in pain but wouldn't give Fred the satisfaction of hearing her beg.

The man pulled her to him. Using his hands, he spread her legs so that the milky-white pillars went on either side of his body. He positioned himself carefully. His prick jumped about underneath Karen's mother, looking for a hole to be crammed into.

When Fred saw the gaping cunt, he surged upward. His aim was right on target.

"Ohhhh! Ooooohh!" was all Miriam could mutter, feeling the huge cock smash into her dry cunt.

Fred grunted but he began to fuck the suspended woman. He firmly held her ass in his hands. Moving the ass-flesh up and down swiftly, Fred was able to fuck himself in and out of Miriam's cunt with little effort.

The woman felt excruciating pain in her shoulders. Her arms had long since gone numb from lack of circulation. Her hands had begun to swell and turn blue from the blood being cut off. But her cunt, her precious cunt never fucked by anyone but her husband – there was the real agony and shame.

Miriam clamped her eyes tightly shut and tried not to think of what was happening to her. She was being raped in the most painful manner she could imagine. She was being tortured while a brute of a man shoved his hideously thick dick in and out of her pussy. But she'd show him. Her cunt would stay as dry as the Sahara Desert.

Fred didn't much care. The lack of lubrication made the friction on his prick even more intense. The foreskin of his dick peeled back with each thrust up the dry cunt. It made him think that someone was sticking thousands of tiny little needles into his cockhead.

He bounced the tied and helpless woman up and down. The feel of her ass-flesh in his hands was an inducement to carry on. Seeing the strained, tormented look on her face spurred him on, too. But it was the tightness around his cock that kept the convict going.

"Liking this, honey?" Fred sneered. He knew that the woman was hating him with a depth and passion he could barely understand. That added spice to this rape.

Fred carefully corkscrewed his cock into Miriam's cunt again and again. It was feeling more and more oily with each thrust. He was sure she wasn't getting turned on; it might be torn tissues and a bit of blood helping him along.

He yanked his prick out for a moment and checked. A bright-red spot of blood had appeared on the very tip of his cock. He'd torn some of the woman's inner membrane.

Fred laughed. "Looks like you're gonna oil me whether you like it or not, honey!"

He stuffed his cock into her cunt again, smashing himself balls-deep. He began fucking her with all the pent-up feelings that had lain hidden in his mind for three solid years. He took out his frustrations on Miriam because she was convenient and couldn't protest. Fred began to speed up the tempo of his fucking when he felt his balls begin to burn and hurt.

The aching deep down in his groin increased until the man couldn't stand it any longer. His foreskin had been shoved back to expose the sensitive tissue just under the protective layer. The purple flesh was feeling the ripply cunt walls, telling him every time Miriam twitched.

He rammed his cock hilt-deep in her cunt again. And again. This time the heat along his shaft was more than hot, it was like someone was running a blow torch up and down his cock. The heat spread back down his length until it reached his balls.

The pressure cooker dangling under his long prick began to build up steam. The jism trapped there began to boil with lust. The wild roiling of the creamy cum shook and tumbled his balls wildly. He started fucking Miriam with complete abandon.

Fred's balls erupted with the force of a volcano. His white-hot jism fountained out into the unwilling woman's cunt. He kept on with his fucking until he couldn't keep it up any longer.

He pulled free to watch his cock tumble out of the woman's cunt. His jism dribbled down her legs in twin rivers. Contemptuously, Fred shoved against Miriam's tits and set her swinging back and forth.

"You're not much of a swinger, are you? Nothing at all like your kid."

"Ross, please, you're not going to let him do that to my mother, are you?" Karen pleaded.

The man looked at her strangely. His green eyes seemed alien, not quite human. He had enjoyed watching Fred rape Karen's mother.

"What do you mean 'let him do that'? Do what? He was just having a little fun. And since we're going to be staying here for a few days, you'd better get used to the idea."

"But… but… that's inhuman what he did to my mother!" cried Karen, beginning to feel scared again.

"It's not inhuman. Fred's as human as anyone else. So whatever he does is perfectly human. Right, Fred?"

"If you say so, Ross." Fred was busy hunting around in the liquor cabinet for something to drink. Finding a bottle he held it up. "Hey, Ross, here's some of that fancy stuff you like. Maker's Mark!"

"Pour me some of it. I think I'm going to have to show Miss Goody Two Shoes here some manners. If we're going to live together as one big happy family, she's not going to mouth off like that. Not in front of me."

Ross reached behind him and took another length of the coarse rope that had been used to string up Karen's mother. When Karen edged away from him, the man used the length of rope like a whip. The snap of the rope as it landed squarely across the naked girl's stomach could be heard all over the room.

Fred was too busy digging around looking for some gin to notice. Miriam cried out, "For God's sake, if you're going to torture someone, torture me and leave my daughter alone!"

"Bullshit!" snapped Ross. "She's the one that started all this, her swimming around naked in the lake and seducing Fred and me while we were sitting on the shore minding our own business. We didn't ask for a naked teenybopper to come up to us and beg for a towel, then do the old burlesque queen bump-and-grind routine while we watched. Hell, lady, this little bitch of yours started it!"

Ross used the rope like a bullwhip and curled it around Karen's arm. He pulled her to him as easily as reeling in a fish on a line. With a couple quick loops and well-done knot, he had the girl's hands tied behind her back.

"Please don't hurt me, Ross, please!" Karen begged.

"Well, now, I might just forget to do anything really rough to you if you show me you can cooperate. You know what I mean?"

"N-no, no I don't. Tell me." The girl was certain she didn't want to hear, but she'd do anything to keep from being beaten with that cruel length of rope.