Susan Carter - Father knows best

When the ambulance stopped for a red light, Hyman got out and decided to ride up from with the driver. That left Harriet alone with Murray. The poor girl was sobbing silently, still feeling the pain caused by Hyman's finger.

Once the ambulance started up again, Harriet saw Murray turn his attention back to her upstanding young breasts. Because of the way the canvas strap pressed down on her ribcage, under her boobs, the tits seemed to stand even higher than they otherwise might have. She saw the man's upper lips curl with sadistic lust as he raptly gazed at the wanton feast spread before him.

Turning to the side, Murray rummaged in a small leather bag, came out with some cotton batting and astringent. He used them to wash the blood from between her thighs, pausing to dab a little of the astringent between her cuntlips to clean her out inside, as well. It was a painlessly astringent, but it did seem to stimulate her mucous membranes, and Harriet felt somewhat funny inside. She knew better than to bother struggling. It was a waste of time and energy. And she had a feeling she would need her remaining energy for whatever lay ahead.

"Now," Murray hoarsely rasped, putting the astringent and the cotton away. Harriet saw his cruel eyes wandering up and down her body, staring at her exposed breasts, then looking at her pink cunt – which was feeling hotter and hotter. "I'm gonna show you something like you ain't never probably seen in your whole life. And I'm gonna use it to make sure we both have a lotta fun. We still have a half hour ahead of us before we get to the clinic, and I think we should enjoy the time as much as possible, don't you agree?"

In her despair, the young girl neither moved nor answered, but turned her eyes away, not wanting to look at his face. But she froze when she heard the zzzzzz of a zipper being pulled down.

Harriet almost screamed when Murray's fingers wound themselves in her hair, her soft brown hair, and pulled her face around toward him. Her eyes popped wide open as she stared, aghast, her mouth falling down in horror at what she saw. It was a long, thick white rod protruding from the man's open fly. She guessed it was a part of his body, but couldn't know for sure. She had never seen anything like it. And the rock-solid penis seemed to be hovering only inches from her face.

Lord, but it looked thicker than a Polish sausage, huge, and webbed all along the underside with heavy, pulsating, throbbing veins. The massive wand was a solid, rigid sign of Murray's lustful senses, and it was obvious he was becoming more aroused with each passing second. Drops of lubricant were pouring out onto the reddened dome of the rubbery glans, then stickily dripping down, a grim indication of the man's lustful state, aroused by the sight of her naked flesh.

Harriet's eyes wandered up and down the length of the man's torso, a pitiful plea for mercy filling her eyes. But one good look at Murray's face let the shuddering young girl know there was no pity in the man. He met her frightened glances with a cold, lustful stare.

"This is my cock," he told her. "Ever see anything like it before in your life?"

"N-N-No!" Harriet choked.

"Looks nice, doesn't it," Murray said, feeling proud of the length and thickness of his meat. In reality, it was not much longer and thicker than the "average" six inches sported by most men. But compared to the miniscule cock he had seen Hyman use on some of the patients they had brought to the clinic, Murray's penis was a monolith.

Harriet looked at the twitching cock, and sobbed. She knew he intended using it on her.

Murray chuckled, and then Harriet felt his hand sliding up along the inside of her soft, inner thighs. Her rumpled skirt was being pushed higher and higher, until he had jammed it back up around her waistline. A groan escaped her lips as she realized Murray was now looking at the same place Hyman's fingers had attacked.

"Oh no!" she gasped. "Oh please, no!"

Her body tried jerking back and away as Murray's middle finger stabbed between her thighs into the soft, sensitive folds of her tight vagina. The finger pressed between her inner lips, searching up and down for her tight, hot hole. He felt the slippery solution from within coat the digit. Harriet trembled as the wandering finger moved higher and pressed against her young clitoris. She felt her burning bud being massaged relentlessly, and she instinctively recoiled, clenching her asscheeks together while trying to clasp her thighs against one another. She succeeded in clamping her loins against each other, trapping his hand between them.

"Look, girlie," Murray said to her. "You make it hard for me, and I'll make it harder for you. Just relax, and maybe you'll even come to learn to enjoy this. I mean, whatever's gonna happen is gonna happen… You have no choice. The choice you do have is whether or not it'll be pleasant or unpleasant."

"Oh no, no!" Harriet moaned. "I can't, I just can't. It isn't fair. I don't know anything about this. Why do you want to hurt me?"

Murray snorted in derision, saying, "I don't wanna hurt you, kid. I want all of us to have fun. Look, I sent Hymie away, right. I don't want you to think I wanna cause you pain. But there's gotta be a first time for everything. I mean, it ain't as if this is gonna be the only time in your life you're gonna get laid. It'll happen a lot. You'll see. So be a good kid, open up, let me start doing it, and you'll see, you'll probably like it. Most broads do."

Murray gave a brutal push with his shoulders, and Harriet felt all the desperate strength she had gathered inside her suddenly give way as terror flooded her body. She trembled and gasped as she felt Murray's middle finger slip into her tight passageway. Her interior was now very moist, and though Murray's finger was almost as thick as Hyman's, it moved into her more easily. She shuddered as she felt it slide in. There was more pain, but this time it wasn't as concentrated.

Harriet bit her lower lip to keep herself from screaming as his finger rummaged as far into her tight nookie as possible. The pain was constant. Every muscle in her bound body seemed to reach the breaking point, and the girl could no longer find the strength to struggle. The fondling of her secret parts continued, and she trembled and shuddered, but didn't fight. It didn't seem to matter any longer. And this lewd, obscene man seemed to enjoy making her gasp and scream, stripping her of what little dignity a girl her age possessed.

Shuddering, trembling, gasping, Harriet lay back, feeling a second finger probe into her soft pussy. Her inner walls were slowly being stretched, enlarged, widened. There was very little pain attached to the movement of his fingers, and though her inner lips and walls could still feel the heated effect of the astringent, she couldn't understand what Murray was trying to do.

"Come on, kid," he was gasping, rummaging his fingers in and out, in and out, "don't you feel anything good? Come on! Come on! You gotta feel something."

"Please," she whimpered. "Oh please, stop already."

And then Harriet gasped as the two fingers which had been pushing in and out of her cunt suddenly slipped wetly out of her. She could hear the moist, sucking sound and realized she was soaking wet between her thighs. She stared forlornly, watching him push her thighs even farther apart until her legs hung down licentiously over the sides of the stretcher. Then he climbed onto the stretcher between her thighs. One hand was gripping his hard penis, and the other hand gripped the edge of the stretcher, keeping him balanced as he moved forward. She could see he was deliberately guiding the head of his hard cock between her widespread thighs, aiming it at their juncture.

For the first time, she realized he intended penetrating her young quim with that massive meatpole as he had done with his fingers. She could feel it moving between the full, fleshy lips of her taut cunt, realizing it was much thicker than his two fingers combined.