Robert Vickers - Raped teaser

In its own way, that made her small, round ass even more attractive. Ross really dug asses, anyway. And this was one out of the ordinary in its perfection. But her legs were good, too. Very good. Slender, trim and enough to make the man hard just watching them flash back and forth as Karen walked across the room.

Her tits were bruised from the violent manhandling they'd been given on various occasions, but they were still high and firm. The youthful tips pointed boldly upward. Ross licked his lips in appreciation, thinking how fine it would be to pop those nipples into his mouth and suck.

The taste would be tangy, just a little salty from the girl's sweat. He could feel the pebble of flesh growing hard under his tongue's caresses, the slowly expanding boob growing firm with the blood flowing in from her pounding, excited heart. When Karen noisily dropped a skillet, he came out of his reverie. It would be neat to fuck the girl again but he had Fred to worry about. He still didn't trust the man entirely. Fred was like an open book to Ross. Everything the man thought was flashed across his face; he'd be a lousy poker player.

The teenager fascinated the man. Ross wasn't going to take Fred's plaything away from him. There was too much at stake. He didn't want to spend the rest of his life in the slammer for a lousy embezzling job. The damned bank wouldn't have missed the money anyway. The sons of bitches got it foreclosing on people who couldn't come through with enough money to keep the vultures happy.

Ross couldn't really see that stealing like that was a crime. Certainly not like going out and killing someone. That should have been a gas-chamber offense. He'd seen too damn many of the murderers boasting about how they could waste somebody and get away with it.

Ross shook his head again. He was drifting. He started thinking pleasant thoughts about Karen. Miriam he didn't even give a second glance. The old bitch wasn't that bad-looking, true, and she'd probably be an okay fuck. Getting her going wouldn't be that easy. Raping her wouldn't be very much fun, either. Fred might get his rocks off doing it, but not Ross.

Karen was more his speed. She was young and flushed with the saucy impudence of youth. The fire and eagerness when she fucked were the things that attracted him the most.

But for the moment, he'd let Fred fool around with her.

Fred was obviously thinking about just that. His cock was rising up out of his jeans. It was incredible how quickly the man could regain his hard-on. But there was no denying he had a hell of a lot of inspiration and motivation to get it up again.

Karen's ass seemed to reach out and pull his cock to it.

While the girl was turning on burners, Fred approached, his hard cock sticking out in front of him. She didn't seem to notice because she was so busy breaking eggs and dumping them into the skillet.

When Fred moved closer and put both of his hands on her boobs, Karen couldn't help but notice. Ross watched Fred's knuckles turn white as he started to squeeze down – hard – on the girl's tits.

Karen felt the hard hands on her jugs and knew it was going to start again. That wet feeling was building up in her crotch. She felt the old, familiar emptiness in her gut again. She knew that she'd soon be begging Fred to fuck her.

What really bugged her was that she didn't really like Fred at all. She was almost fatally attracted to Ross. He was so aloof and distant, yet he had a flair about him that made him desirable. He wasn't as crude as Fred.

Ironically, it was that very crudeness that appealed the most to her about Fred. She needed the brutality he had to offer. She'd been humiliated when he rammed that hideous banana up her ass. She couldn't imagine a more degrading thing to do.

And then he'd fucked her. And she'd enjoyed every second of it. The pain had vanished in a haze of pleasure. The two, pleasure and pain, began to flow together. She could no longer tell which was which. She was truly becoming a masochist.

The girl thought that it was because it gave her something to compare. The pain was terrible. The fucking was great.

Because the pain was so bad, it made the fucking all the more enjoyable. That was the only thing she could come up with to rationalize her liking the degradation Fred heaped so willingly on her.

"What's the matter, baby doll? You're not fixing the eggs any more? Want something else?"

"Y-Yes!"

The girl didn't have to tell Fred what she wanted. He'd lowered his hips slightly and thrust his prick up between her legs. The man could feel the flow of her cunt juices with no trouble at all. He started to run his dick back and forth along the humid crease of her ass. It pulled the asscheeks apart slightly.

That tiny motion brought tears to Karen's black eyes. The salt still burned all the way into her guts. When Fred began to bounce up and down and rub the front of his denim jeans against her naked ass, Karen couldn't hold back the tears any longer.

"Tears for old Fred, huh? You don't think I'm good enough for you or something?" The man's hands had never left their stations on her tits. Like crushing a beer can, Fred clamped down on her knockers with punishing force.

"No, Fred, no! It… it's not like that. Honest!" the girl begged. Her pleas just egged the man on. He enjoyed hearing her debase herself, make a fool of herself because of him.

"Sure it is. You're lying through your teeth, baby doll. Old Fred's going to make you wish you hadn't done it."

His hands released Karen's tits. Like compressed balls, they sprang back to full size. Handprints could be seen on both the smooth globes of flesh. Her once perfect white skin had become marred by the red outlines of Fred's fingers.

One of the convict's hands snaked under each of the captive girl's armpits and he held her in a full-nelson. With his palms resting on the back of her head, he could force her face forward with little effort. When Karen's shoulders were held back in this way, her boobs stuck out wantonly in front of her.

The apple-sized balls of tit-flesh seemed to grow in size. They were still firm and taut, their ruddy areoles surrounding the red nipples, but they seemed more seductive. Fred couldn't say why, they just did.

To Karen, it felt like she was going to have her neck broken. The cramped position forced her face down into the redly glowing elements on top of the stove. She saw in a moment of panic what Fred intended doing to her.

He gradually forced her forward into the red-hot burners.

Karen shrieked, "No! NO! Please! Stop, Fred, stop! Oh Christ ,no!"

Fred snickered. He didn't want to damage Karen's face on the burners. He lifted her just a trifle so that her boobs descended on the burners. When the nipples of Karen's jugs almost touched the red-hot metal, Fred jammed his hips forward.

His cock penetrated the bent-over girl easily. Karen gasped. The sudden intrusion of Fred's prick up her cunt couldn't take away from the heat radiating upward from the burners. Her sensitive nipples, nipples meant to be sucked and taken into mouths, were going to get burned off. She didn't know how far the crazed man would go. And she didn't really want to find out.

When his prick sailed up her cunt, she caught on to what he was doing. He was going to force her to burn herself. Each thrust up her twat would bend her over just a little bit. As he picked up the tempo, Karen would naturally bend at the hips.

And that would put her knockers square on top of the red-hot burners. With the full-nelson he had on her, she'd be unable to support herself on the table top with her hands. She was caught up in a horrible dilemma.

She began sobbing again. One tear dropped from her cheek and sizzled on the burner. Karen knew then that she was in real trouble.