Robert Vickers - Raped teaser

"You're doing real well, you are!" cheered on Fred. There was no question in Karen's mind about the sandy-haired man. She hated him with every fiber of her being. But Ross? She didn't know what she felt toward him. He had pissed in her hair after making her suck him off. He'd been the first one to ass-fuck her. And yet, he was so dominant. So masterful and sure of himself.

"I'm getting tired of this. I can't see that much, anyway. You can lock 'em up when they finish. I'm going to bed." Ross got up and went to search out a bed.

"Hell, Ross, they're just getting started! Keep going, you two lezzie lovers. Lemme see how two girls do it to each other!"

Karen was sure she hated Fred.

"Karen, Karen!" mumbled Miriam around a mouthful of cunt. "Stop that this minute!"

Karen obeyed her mother, not really knowing why she did. The girl was torn between obeying what Fred and Ross said and what her mother had just asked her to do. The choice wasn't as easy as it might have been for her. She was really getting off on eating out her mother and having her mother do the same to her!

"Fred! Listen to me," Miriam snapped. "I'm not going to put up with any more of this nonsense. You can do whatever you want to with me but I'm not going to be humiliated and put down any longer. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"I'm not dumb, lady. I follow what you're saying. But you ain't gonna like what I do to you if you don't start slurping up Karen's gooey cunt juices again."

"Shut your filthy mouth, you swine." Miriam's words were cold and brittle when she spoke them. Karen couldn't remember ever hearing her mother use that tone before.

"Want to see if we're bluffing or not, huh?" said Ross. He had paused in the doorway to the bedroom to hear the discussion. Knowing that Fred probably wouldn't be able to handle it, he'd returned.

"I assure you, madam, we are not bluffing. I doubt if I'd left that Fred would have shown you that nasty little trick of his with the pliers. All your fingernails would have been left intact. I'm sure about that. But the man is so unstable sometimes." Without even turning, Ross quietly told his partner, "Shut up, Fred."

"This is not some kinda lark, lady. We gotta lot riding on this." Fred went ahead with his piece in spite of what Ross had commanded.

"As my friend said so inelegantly, we have a lot riding on this and we won't stand for any broad fucking us up. Go ahead and string her up again, Fred. And do whatever you want to with her."

Hideous thoughts of torture flashed through Karen's mind. Then she remembered what Ross had said earlier. They weren't violent; they couldn't afford to be. He was just bluffing. He'd try to scare Miriam into submission and that would be the end of it.

If she scared.

Karen watched in mute silence as Fred began hoisting her mother up again. The girl could see how painful it was having the hands tied and then being pulled up. The shoulder muscles knotted and the wrists took a terrible chaffing. When the woman's hands turned blue from lack of circulation, Karen knew that Ross and Fred weren't bluffing.

They meant what they said.

Miriam refused to budge from her position, though. "Go ahead, you filthy ape. Do whatever you want but I won't be a part of your dirty little sex show any longer."

Fred had found a leather strap and pulled back to land it square across Miriam's back. Before he could land the blow, Karen cried out, "Please don't!"

Ross grabbed Fred's hand and stopped him. "Hang loose for a second. I want to hear what Little Miss Muppet has to say."

The red-haired man smiled wickedly as he said, "Go on, say your piece before Fred gets tired of waiting."

"Look, don't hurt her any more. I'll do whatever you want. You don't have to hurt her. Please."

"And what's to keep us from forcing both of you to do whatever we want?"

"I… I'll do it willingly. You won't have to force me at all. It'll be lots better if I'm doing it because I want to." Karen's voice had a shrill tone of hysteria in it.

Ross looked at her, thinking hard. "Now that's about the oddest thing I've heard in a long time. Why should you want to do whatever two perverts like us ask and do it willingly to save the hide of an old woman who obviously doesn't mean that much to you?"

"That's a good question," Fred said. "And I bet I've got the answer to it. You get off on the rough treatment, don't you? You're a grade-A, top-of-the-line masochist."

Karen looked confused. "I don't understand what you're talking about. What's a masochist?" Ross laughed. "You tell her, Fred. I want another drink while I ponder this entire thing a bit more."

"A masochist," Fred told her, "is somebody who gets off in a big way on pain. We been watching you. You were pulling a real dominance trip and hating yourself every second of it. When we started pulling the strings, you danced around like a puppet. You want to be hurt. You want to be degraded and humiliated."

Ross continued after taking a long sip of the bourbon. "It's like you need it for a nice sexual release. Don't take it too hard. Some people get off on frilly black undies. Others enjoy hurting people… just the type for a masochist like yourself."

"You… you're both into hurting people?" the girl asked, her voice quavering.

"Hell, no, I don't enjoy it all that much. Fred's different. He has a pretty big sadistic streak in him. But with you, little girl, it does something to me. I want to hurt you. You seem to bring out the real beast in me."

Karen felt something stir deep down inside her. She was appalled by what the man was saying. Yet she was able to recognize that he was telling her the truth. He wasn't hiding anything from her. If she could have only seen that she did enjoy being dominated, it might have saved her and her parents a lot of grief.

"What if you're right? What then?"

"Why, we can give you all the enjoyment you want, little girl. All your poor body can endure!" Miriam spoke up: "You all make me sick! And you, you little slut, what have you been letting them do to you? What have you been making them do to you?"

Karen looked at her mother, black eyes flashing. "What's it to you, anyway? You never gave a flying fuck about me and you know it!"

"Watch your language!"

"I'll do anything I damn well please. Ross and Fred'll help me. Right, you two?"

"Well, kiddo, you might be right. For the moment, we lay off the old lady. But you and me and Fred, we'll have a little talk. You might just be able to satisfy both of us. If you can, we won't even bother the old broad."

Miriam said something obscenely crude for her, but they all ignored her.

"Lemme tell you all about my career of evil, kiddo. I started out when I was fairly young." As Ross spun his tale, Karen found herself becoming more and more enthralled with the man. The big redhead was able to make her wish that she'd been with him while he did all those wonderful illegal things.

The danger, the reckless courage it took all attracted her like a magnet pulls iron. Fred's story was a lot more brutal. The man didn't have the brains that Ross did and yet Karen found herself holding a grudging respect for him, too. What he lacked in brains, he made up for with his direct manner.

Karen thought that Ross was a bit on the sly side. A back-stabber if given the chance. Fred might do the same but he'd more than likely be open. He wasn't able to plot and plan like Ross.

Both of their life stories fascinated the girl. She completely forgot that she was still bound, her hands cruelly tied behind her back. They could change their tune at any minute and force her to do anything they fancied.

Right then and there, Karen would have obliged them. She was both attracted and repulsed by their crudeness. She couldn't really understand it, but Ross said it was fairly common.