Robert Vickers: Raped teaser

When Ross saw the tiny clit rising up from its sheath of protective flesh, he quickly took it into his mouth. He sucked. He lightly tongued it. He gently gnawed until the woman was bucking like a bronc.

Ross knew he had her on the hook when she put her knees over his shoulders on her own. She wanted her cunt eaten out!

And the man was more than happy to oblige. His tongue suddenly shot, cock hard, into her twat. She writhed and wiggled around, trying to get him even deeper into her cunt.

The sensations were so pleasantly different from those that Miriam had been living with. She could forget the pain in her hands and arms. She could concentrate on the delightful tongue surging in and out of her cunt.

When Ross started to suck on her cunt, he was like a vacuum pump draining her of all her juices. She knew her body was working overtime trying to make more to satisfy the insatiable urges of the man mouthing her snatch.

"Ummmm, gobble, gobble, gobble," Ross said. "You taste damn good, lady."

Miriam was too busy concentrating on the feelings gathering in her guts. She wanted to deny the pain in her shoulders and legs. She wanted nothing but the delights of the mouth that Ross was giving her. She felt the feathery touches of his tongue as it sailed up and down her empty cunt.

The way he rolled his tongue around her twat almost drove her frantic with lust for him. She hated Ross. Miriam couldn't remember hating a man more, but Ross was giving her something she desperately needed.

Release from the cruel reality around her. Miriam could forget all about her degraded and degrading daughter. She could forget about the brutal Fred and the awful things he liked doing to people. Miriam could even forget, temporarily, about her own plight.

She felt Ross take her pussylips into his mouth and gently gnaw on them. New sensations were born in her body. Ralph never did anything like that. Ralph hardly ever Frenched her anyway. He said he didn't like the smell of her cunt or the taste of the slimy juices.

Ross knew what was good. He enjoyed the musky smell of an aroused woman. And the succulent juices that dribbled from her cunt were more intoxicating than the strongest booze he'd ever come across. He loved eating out a nice, juicy cunt. He'd do it even if he were starving to death.

And he was good at it, too. He was giving Miriam the pleasure that she had been searching for since they had come into the cabin. When Ross felt the ripply walls of Miriam's cunt begin to pulse and ripple around his tongue, he knew she was about ready for an orgasm.

She climaxed, pinning his ears firmly between her white thighs. Ross was in seventh heaven. He was trapped between those thighs he loved so well with his tongue shoved far up the woman's cunt. What more could he really want?

The orgasm surged through Miriam's body, blotting out all the bad things in the world. She was able to lose herself in the sensuality of her emotions, the total physical release given by orgasm.

When she came back to reality, it wasn't very pleasant. In front of her was Fred, still fucking her daughter doggy style. Miriam could see the banana still shoved up Karen's ass.

What was even worse, she could see that Karen was beginning to enjoy the degrading act. She was starting to respond to Fred. The way her hips moved back to allow him deeper penetration, the way she wiggled around in little circles to give a complete ringing on her tight little cunt all told Miriam that her daughter was far gone in the rapture of sex. Too far gone to ever be redeemed.

It was then and there that Miriam knew that she no longer had a daughter. Physically and legally yes, but not in heart, not any longer.

Karen was racked with pain and pleasure simultaneously. She could barely keep them straight in her head. All that mattered to her now was Fred's driving piston of cock that seared along her impossibly tight cunt.

When she climaxed, her cunt tightened down like a noose on Fred's prick. The man screamed out "SHIIIT!" when he felt himself trapped. The banana had closed down a lot of the girl's circumference. The position she was in allowed Fred to make very deep penetrations. And the orgasm convulsed her muscles with an iron grip.

She milked the jism from Fred like a milking machine would. He blasted out his heavy, creamy load of cum while he ground his body against Karen's salted asscheeks. She screamed a wordless cry of pleasure and anguish but the man was too far gone in enjoyment of his own climax to ever notice.

All too soon, Fred's cock fell out of the tiny hole he had been fucking. And Karen fell over onto her side, exhausted. Hurt, bruised, mistreated but well fucked. She felt great and rotten at the same time.

And in her brain, both were slowly merging. It felt good to be abused. She could only feel good when abused. Karen couldn't sort out the strange inputs any longer.

And she didn't give a damn. She just knew that she had to stick with Fred and Ross if she wanted any more of this wonderful fucking!

Ross finished, licking his lips in obvious gusto. He straightened and looked over at the obviously exhausted Fred. "What's the matter, old man? Tired already? You oughta be good for a couple more fuckings at least!"

Fred replied, "I'm out of practice, that's all. And I'm hungry enough to eat a horse. That food we had earlier just didn't stick with me. I guess I need something a lot more substantial than those scrawny sandwiches."

Karen looked up from the floor. She moaned once then opened her eyes. She wasn't feeling all that great. Her ass still burned like it was on fire, her head hurt and the banana was still shoved all the way up her asshole.

She wasn't in very good shape.

Still, though, she volunteered to fix the men some food. "I'm not that good a cook, but I'll bet I'm better than either of you."

Miriam only snorted. She wasn't going to say a word about collaboration with the enemy.

Ross considered Karen's offer. After a long pause, he told her, "I think we could do with some grub that wasn't done up by us. As long as you don't try to poison us, fine."

"Oh, I won't, I promise!" Karen said brightly. It was obvious she meant it.

Ross went to her and untied the ropes binding her hands so tightly behind her back. He watched her rub the circulation back into her tortured wrists, then painfully yanked the banana from her asshole.

The girl slowly stood and awkwardly walked over to the small stove. Her ass hurt her the most now. The movement was pure torture because she couldn't swing her ass to and fro like she usually did.

But then, this audience didn't need any enticing. The two were already hot and willing to fuck her until she begged for mercy. Somehow, that was precisely what Karen wanted – needed. She didn't understand it at all. Perhaps they were right. Maybe she was a nymphomaniac.

If she was, the girl didn't care. All she truly cared about was getting fucked again and again. If that made her a nympho, fine!

"How about some scrambled eggs and bacon?"

Fred growled, "Hell, I want supper, not breakfast."

"It'll be just fine, kid, just fine," said Ross. He didn't much care what she fixed. He just enjoyed watching the way she moved, the naked gleam of her body. The chick was young enough to have a certain freshness about her that appealed to him. But there was no denying that she could fuck.

She could fuck like a rabbit, the man thought to himself as he remembered the bouts out in the forest as well as the ones in the cabin. She'd taken all the two of them could dish out and still begged for more.

His eyes drank in her lithe, youthful beauty. Her ass looked like she had smallpox. The salt was still doing its work on her creamy-white skin. The sullen red spots made her appear like she'd been blasted with a shotgun.