Robert Vickers - Raped teaser

All Karen Finney knew for sure was that she liked both of the men while hating their guts. She loved the romantic and daring lives they'd led and was completely turned off by their crudeness.

She didn't really know what she thought about them.

"So, kiddo, you think we're really Robin Hoods in a clever plastic disguise, huh? Let me clue you in. We rob from the rich because the poor don't have anything worth stealing. And we keep whatever we end up with. You think that's romantic?" Ross prodded.

The teenager nodded her head, black hair falling forward to cover her face. She had to toss her head to throw the stray locks out of her eyes.

"Yeah, you would. Fred, why don't you show her that little trick you learned down in Tijuana? With the salt? That table over there might be just about right."

Fred grinned from ear to ear. He picked Karen up by simply lifting her under the arms. He dumped her on the chair sitting by a rough-cut planked picnic table. The surface wasn't sanded down yet. Ralph Finney had just built it a few weeks earlier and hadn't been able to complete it.

Fred rummaged through the kitchen cabinet until he found a box of salt. He opened the container and spread all of it on the table. He carefully spread it around with his hand until a quarter of the table was white with the salt.

Then, he dumped Karen, bare assed, onto the salt. When she groaned a little at feeling the rough salt under her silky-smooth ass, Fred backhanded her across the mouth.

"I don't want to hear nothing out of you, wench. Nothing! Do you understand? I'm going to give you the fucking of your life!"

Karen sat with her legs dangling over the edge of the table, the salt and splintery boards under her ass. She didn't understand what was happening. And she wasn't sure she really wanted to find out. Not the way Fred seemed to be looking forward to it.

The man seemed to take special care in seeing that her ropes were securely tied. He calmly told her, "When you start screaming and kicking around, I don't want you gettin' your hands free. You might try to claw out my eyes or something really unpleasant like that."

Karen shifted her weight a little bit. It was uncomfortable sitting on the table. A tiny shaft of pain jabbed into her ass. The salt ground into her skin and burned like fire. She began to get the picture.

When Fred began to fuck her, she wouldn't be able to keep from sliding back and forth on the salt-strewn table. And when she did, her ass would be ground into the salt. Salt in the wounds. She'd be begging this hideous man for mercy before he was done.

Begging him to stop, begging him to continue. Karen didn't know which.

She felt his callused hands grab her by the shoulders and shove her backward. The girl fell heavily, the breath almost knocked out of her. The next thing the teenager knew was the distinct feeling of having her legs split apart – far apart.

Fred had gripped her ankles. The way he pulled her limbs apart, it was like he meant to rip her apart from her cunt to the top of her head. She was a giant wishbone in his hands. And she could guess what the wish was Fred was making.

The man wiggled her back and forth on the splintery table a few times to give her the feel of it. "Like that, bitch?" He laughed when he saw the expression on her face. It was obvious the splinters were needling her ass.

Fred dropped her ankles and moved between the vee of her legs. He unzipped his fly as he approached. By the time he was at the edge of the unfinished table, his cock was out and rigid with lust. Karen couldn't take her eyes off Fred's massive prick.

The man smirked as he pulled her toward him. She gritted her teeth as minute flames lanced into her ass. The very act of moving on the salted table was agony. And she knew it would get worse. As soon as he began to fuck her, she'd be driving her own ass down into the table and wouldn't be able to stop herself!

Fred reached out and stuffed a blunt finger up her cunt. Karen sucked in her breath and held it. The convict's finger wiggled a little bit as if enticing a small animal from its hole. In a brief few seconds, Karen was surprised to find that Fred had coaxed her cunt to begin to oil itself.

He pulled his finger out of her twat, well greased. He stuffed two of his large, callused fingers into her cunt. She sighed and leaned back, trying to enjoy the sensuous feel of having a man diddle around in her cunt.

Karen wasn't able to enjoy it for long. The pleasurable sensations started inside her body. The feel of his fingers stroking along her inner walls sent waves of delight surging through her. Her breathing picked up tempo. The blood began to pound in her ears.

When Fred began to play with her clit, floods of joy almost drowned her. And the pain became unbearable.

The girl couldn't help herself. The go-button that Fred pushed demanded that she thrash about, move her hips, writhe and buck with the sensation. And the instant she did, splinters worked their way into her ass. And tiny grains of salt sifted into the holes made by the splinters.

The salt burned unmercifully. Each movement was sheer, unadulterated agony.

Karen moaned out, "That huuuurts! Oh, my ass is burning! My rear feels like it's on fire!"

"Is that so?" mumbled Fred, not really caring. He examined his fingers, freshly drawn from the well of Karen's cunt. They glistened with her lubricants. That meant she was ready for his cock. Fred took himself in hand and sidled up to the table. He slid the protesting girl across the table. That increased the pain she felt in her ass. The salt was getting into her wounds and burning like hellfire.

Involuntarily, she spread her legs wide for Fred. He guided his cock to her pussylips, hesitated, then slammed balls-deep up her cunt.

"Ooooowwww!" Karen screamed. The pain was rapidly becoming unbearable. She wasn't certain how much she could stand before she passed out.

And Fred was just beginning!

"What'sa matter, baby doll? Don't you like me any more?" the man taunted.

Karen could only groan. Her body was trying to sort out too many sensory inputs. She was getting incredible pain signals from her asscheeks. Every time they scraped over the splittery wood, she picked up a few new nettles. And the salt seemed to work its way into her skin. And once under the surface, it burned like napalm. It burned and burned and kept on burning, no matter what she did.

The teenager quickly found out that she couldn't escape the suffering. In fact, trying to writhe away only added to her misery. By moving, she was adding to the number of salt grains embedded in her ass-flesh, the grains that so tormented and tortured her.

But there was something more to consider. The cock rammed up her cunt was giving her pleasure. She couldn't deny that every nerve ending along her cuntal channel was screaming out its song of joy. She was filled to overflowing with the one thing she had always searched out in life.

Hard, throbbing, all-male cock!

The carnal delights of having a prick inside her cunt built up. The sensations threatened to trigger an orgasm. But the girl knew that if she started humping on the table, the salt would chew away at her ass until only a red, painful lump would be left.

But she couldn't deny her body the pleasures of orgasm.

Karen was caught in a dilemma she wasn't certain how to get out of.

Fred began to pull back out of the clutching pussy. There was a wet "plopping" noise as he totally withdrew from Karen's cunt. Then she gasped as he fucked as hard as he could into her body.

She slid a short ways on the table. The sudden intrusion into her pussy along with the acidlike searing of her ass sent conflicting messages to her brain. It was sheer heaven being fucked and having a large cock inside her. It was pure hell having the salt grains gnawing at her flesh.