Robert Vickers - Raped teaser

She knew that Karen wouldn't have given her a straight answer to any of the questions.

"About ready, baby doll?" Fred said. His cock was a flaming red with a huge plum stuck on the end now. He'd not only regained his hard-on, he seemed to be even more aroused than he had been before. His cock danced and seemed to float around in front of his body. He was ready to fuck and didn't care who knew it.

Karen was acutely aware of the pain ripping through her body. The way her ass felt, she could have been peppered with a shotgun blast. Her shoulders hurt terribly from the contorted position Fred had tied them into. And her head was beginning to hurt. Where she rested it against the floor was hard and cold. Along with this, her knees were being scraped and the skin chafed from her awkward position, keeping her cunt wide open for the man.

She wished he'd start fucking her soon.

Fred wasn't taking his time for nothing. He was sizing up what he had to work with. He found a banana in a nearby fruit bowl. He went to the kneeling girl's ass and softly stroked over the feverish flesh of her asscheeks.

His fingers dived into the humid crease of Karen's ass. His entire hand was surrounded by the humid, dank chunks of sweaty ass-meat. He pulled the halves apart slightly before he began working the banana into her asshole.

The girl let out a long, loud scream when she realized what he was doing. She didn't want any Goddamn banana up her ass, she wanted cock!

Miriam yelled, "Stop that! Stop it, damn your eyes! You can't do that to her!"

"What's it to you, old woman?" Ross asked. "If you don't shut up and watch the show, there's all sorts of things that might be done to you. Ever had your cunt filled with salt, then sewed up? Right painful, I hear. Or how about both Fred and me going on a beer-drinking binge and pissing all over you every time we got to take a leak. Not very pleasant. I doubt if I'd let Fred use his pliers on your fingernails. And he's too good in using that rubber hose. It doesn't leave any marks you can see – just a lot of internal damage."

Miriam swallowed hard. But Ross kept relentlessly on. "Of course, we can forget to feed you for a while. Or put you in a canvas sack and not let you out. How long can you live with your own shit and piss? I tell you, lady, there's all sorts of things we might do to you if you don't button your lip."

"And that's something else, too. We might just decide to sew your lips together if you get too noisy. Beginning to get the big picture on what we might do?"

Miriam understood all too well. And what was the use? Her daughter was beyond redemption. The wanton slut didn't care what she did as long as she had a man fucking her. She'd put up with any indignity just to get the promise of being balled. She was a classic case of a nympho, with huge masochistic urges, to boot.

Ross saw that Miriam was going to keep silent. "I think you finally glom onto the fact that we got you in our power and you're not going anywhere till we say 'jump'. And the time's not right yet."

He turned back in time to see Fred stuffing the slightly curved banana into Karen's asshole. The girl was moaning in protest but she wasn't screaming or thrashing around. She knew better. In the position she was in, it would only hurt even more.

Fred was saying, "… and as soon as I get this lovely yellow fruit inside you, if you're a real good girl, I might just let you feel my prick racing up and down your tight cunt. Stuffing that banana up your ass should have closed off most of your pussy, I figure. That'll make fucking it even better, even tighter than before. I know all sorts of tricks like this."

Fred sounded very proud of himself. The girl cowering on the floor, afraid to move because of the pain knifing into her guts, wasn't feeling very proud at all.

Karen could barely keep from crying from the pain. She didn't know which hurt more. The banana was slightly curved. That may have helped or it might have been the cause of most of the pain. She couldn't really tell. But the massive fruit shoved up her asshole ripped and tore at her fragile inner membranes in ways that a cock never could.

Her head and knees smarted from being scraped on the hardwood floor. Her shoulders and neck were beginning to knot from the immense strain they were under. Her hands had long since gone numb from lack of blood. Fred hadn't tied the ropes too tight, but sooner or later all the circulation had to stop. It felt like her hands were cold balloons, slowly inflating and making her acutely aware of every nerve in her body.

Fred's cock was throbbing with life. He was beginning to breathe harder at the sight in front of him. The very tip of the banana stuck out of Karen's ass while her hairy clam of a cunt gaped open underneath. It was nothing short of an invitation to the man for fucking her doggy style.

He edged forward on his knees, guiding his cock with his hand. He rested his other hand on Karen's feverish ass. She shrieked in pain. The embedded salt grains smarted and stung with the lightest touch. She felt his mighty cock shove lightly against her cuntlips.

Then came a sudden surge of Fred's hips, and he was buried full-hilt inside her slightly oily cunt. The impact almost caused the teenager to black out. His hairy thighs smacked into her butt, her butt with thousands of tiny needles of pain lancing into her body. As he rubbed up and down across her burning flesh, he stimulated all the grains of salt until Karen was sure she'd lose her mind from the pain.

When Fred began rotating his cock inside her, Karen couldn't help but scream out, "That huuuurrrts! Oh, God, oh dear God, that's kiiilling me it hurts so bad!"

With his prick inside, he was able to give her intense pain instead of the usual pleasure. There could be no delight when her cunt was tightly closed by having her guts moved around to accommodate a banana up her ass. The girl was certain that Fred was grinding his prick against the banana and stimulating himself.

It was also driving her wild with pain.

Karen couldn't help herself. She began bucking and humping and shoving her ass around to try to get away from Fred's punishing prick. It did no good. It was like she was begging him for more cock instead of less.

Fred said, "You're really getting off on this, eh? Goood! So goood!"

Karen was silently weeping now. Her tears stained the floor. Blood was beginning to ooze from her asshole where the banana had torn her apart inside. Deep in her guts was an ache, a pain that wouldn't soon go away. With Fred's cock beginning a slow, even-paced fucking, the teenager was about ready to black out.

Miriam started to say something, saw Ross watching, then shut up. What did it matter to her anymore what happened to Karen. She was disowning her slut of a daughter. She and Ralph had tired of trying to help Karen with her perverted sexual hangups. It hadn't done any good. And the girl just laughed at the thought of going to a shrink.

Let her suffer. That might get it out of her head that sex was good.

Ross quietly said, "You're looking like you could use some attention, lady. Is your pussy taken?"

A sudden bolt of fear lanced through Miriam's body. Was Ross going to do the same hideous things to her that Fred was doing to Karen? The woman was sure she'd simply die if he tried!

Instead, Ross dropped to his knees and put his hands, almost reverently, on the insides of her thighs. He told her, "I get off on nice thighs. You got a real nice set, well fleshed, smooth and silky. Real nice. But I like something else even better. PUSSY!"

His face flashed to the bound and strung-up woman's twat. His tongue started licking up and down her pink-tinged cuntlips. In a few minutes, the man's saliva had dampened the woman's gash. Ross continued to lick and tongue her most sensitive organs until Miriam's body betrayed her.