Robert Vickers - Raped teaser

Fred just laughed. He knew what she was suffering through. He'd done this many times before. He loved watching the girl's face flutter between agony and ecstasy. Every time he moved his cock inside her, Karen's lips curled upward into a little smile.

And every time she moved across the salted plain of the table, her face contorted with pain. Pleasure, pain, pleasure, pain – over and over. Fred made sure that Karen was fully aware of he full spectrum of human sensation. She was laughing and crying at the same instant.

Her body was totally confused. It didn't know if it should prepare for an orgasm from the pleasant fucking going on in her cunt or cry from the savage brutality shown her ass. And this was exactly what Fred wanted.

The man pinned Karen's arms on the table. With her wrists bound behind her, this made her arch her back. All of her weight was being supported on her shoulders and her ass. With her butt resting in a sea of salt, it was impossible for her to move without intense pain jolting through her body.

And Fred continued his slow, methodical fucking of her cunt. His cock was covered with the glittering cunt juice. The velvety feel of Karen's pussy made him hotter and hotter. And just watching the expressions flashing across her face made him even more lusty in his fucking.

He enjoyed watching the pain; he enjoyed feeling her sheath of hot, tight and clinging flesh around his dick. The man was winning both ways while the teenager lost out both ways.

Fred felt the occasional sting of a salt grain as Karen's agitated ass flipped it off the table to stick on his sweaty body. The convulsive strength of Karen's gripping cunt made Fred think he was fucking a virgin. He knew better. Every time a wave of pain washed through her body, her pussy seemed to collapse around his dick.

That was part of his plan. That and just enjoying a hot cunt. Fred wasn't able to keep himself from picking up the rhythm of his fucking. Soon, his hips were driving forward with a mind of their own. He slammed harder and harder into the girl's cunt. When his tightly compressed balls crashed into the table, Fred blew his wad.

Karen felt the man's jism erupt and cream her innards. The fierce heat seemed to add to her misery. When Fred jetted his cum into her hungering cunt, Karen had an orgasm of her own. Her ass began to thrash and sway back and forth on the salty table top. She peppered her ass with the grains of salt.

Long after the orgasm had died, the pain stayed with her. Each grain felt like a pin stabbing into her ass-flesh. The girl wasn't able to move. Fred still pinned her to the table, his powerful hands firmly gripping her upper arms.

The pain spread into Karen's shoulders. She couldn't hold it back any longer. She started to cry. The salty tears left white tracks down her cheeks. In the distance, she heard Ross saying to her mother, "So you still think we're just bluffing? To hell with you."

Fred's heavy breathing slowed. Finally he leered down into Karen's face and asked, "How was it, baby doll? Like it? Like it enough to want to try it again?"

Karen didn't know what to say. Part of her was still hurting worse than she'd ever hurt before. But she heard another part of her saying to Fred, "Fuck me again! Please fuck me again!"

Fred straightened up and said, a note of awe in his voice, "Hell, Ross. She ain't a masochist. She's a Goddamn nymphomaniac!"

"Stop it, stop doing all of this to her!" Miriam shouted at the men. "She can't help herself! Can't you see that? Can't she be given a little bit of human kindness? She's not responsible for what she's doing!"

Ross came over to Miriam and asked the bound and strung-up woman, "What's this? Explain it for me."

Miriam began quietly sobbing. "Karen, she's a real nymphomaniac. The doctor told us a long time ago that she'd fuck anything that moved. She has an insatiable appetite. You can hurt her, torture her, do anything you want to her, but she'll still want to fuck. She just can't help herself!"

Ross raised his eyebrows and ran a hand through his red hair. "That sounds mighty interesting, to say the least. So she doesn't really get off on the pain, huh? It's just that she has to always be fucking someone?"

Fred smirked. "I think she likes the hurting, too."

"You could be right. It's not all that uncommon to have more than one wire hooked up wrong in the head."

Karen struggled to sit up, her ass hurting abominably. The pinpricks of pain were driving her crazy. She could barely withstand the constant pain assaulting her body and mind. The girl continued to cry, not being able to stop herself.

Ross asked her, "Want to fuck again? After all that Fred's done to you?"

Karen bobbed her head up and down in consent. She'd do anything to have the chance to have Fred fuck her again. It was like her mother had confessed. She couldn't control her sexual urges.

Her entire high school career had been one boy after another. She had used just about every trick in the book to make sure that she'd land them in the sack with her. She had to be constantly fucked or it would literally drive her crazy from boredom and her inner urges.

Ross said, "Now that's a real problem, isn't it, Fred? Do you think the two of us can wear out a nympho? A genuine nympho?"

Fred sneered. "I dunno but I'm willing to give it a try!"

His prick was already stirring from its momentary slumber. The large knob at the top of his cock was beginning to expand again. In a few minutes, he'd be ready to have at Karen one more time.

The girl's eyes were riveted on the man's cock. In spite of what the man had just done to her, she wanted more of his meat. She didn't want it, she needed it!

The glazed, desiring look in her eyes wasn't missed by Fred. The man smirked as he told her, "Come on, baby doll, let's you and me fuck again. One more time just for old times' sake, huh?"

Miriam cried out, "Don't do that! She's a slut but she can't help it, I tell you!"

Ross went over and stared Miriam in the eyes. His green eyes seemed to blaze as he said, "You don't seem to really understand what kind of fix you're in, lady. You're not telling us what to do. It's the other way around. We tell you. Got that straight in your head or do we have to add a little inducement before you can understand?"

"You're animals, both of you!"

"Lady, we all are, we all are. Take a look." Miriam sighed and shivered a bit in disgust when she saw what Fred and Karen were doing. The man had lifted her off the table and dumped her on the cold, wood-planked floor. With her hands tied and bound securely behind her back, the girl wasn't able to support herself on her hands.

She was on her knees, forehead rubbing against the floor. Her ass jutted up in the air, an obvious invitation to Fred. When she wiggled it a little, there was no doubt what she wanted.

Miriam looked at Fred and saw he had regained his hard-on. The barely suppressed quivering of his cock left nothing to the imagination. He was going to fuck her daughter doggy style while her hands were still firmly tied behind her back.

Miriam heard Karen moan out, "Hurry, Fred, hurry! I want you in me so bad!"

Ross commented on that. "A grade-AA nympho from the sound of it. How long a train can she pull?"

"Huh? What do you mean?" Miriam couldn't take her eyes off the scene being enacted in front of her. Karen's white ass, dotted with pinpricks of red where the salt had burned its way into her ass, bounced around in the air in wanton invitation.

"How many guys can she fuck before she wears all of them out? I've heard of real nymphos that could pull a train twenty-three men long. Now that's gotta be some kind of record, wearing out twenty-three guys and still wanting to fuck."

Miriam remembered back to the party Karen had thrown while she and Ralph were out of town. It sounded as if Karen might have tried something like that then. Fifteen guys had called up over the next week asking her out for a date, and a lot of her girlfriends had hated her afterwards. Miriam never quite knew what happened, nor did she ask.