Glen Ransom - The experiment

His huge body collapsed on her trembling form in total exhaustion, and he lay heaving and panting, burying his head in the tresses of her long golden hair. When he recovered his breath he leaned back and took a long lewd look at her cringing broken body. He could see the wet matted hair of her well fucked opening glistening wetly in the faint light. It ran down the inner thighs of her legs and dripped in tiny rivulets down on the rough woven material of the car seat. But even so, he wasn't satisfied with just her forced surrender, it was too quick. He had to have more of her, had to hear her plead and scream again and again before he could be sure the snobby little bitch had learned her lesson well.

Carl grinned obscenely to himself as lewd thoughts ran through his sex-crazed mind of the fate of the sobbing beauty that was his complete prisoner to do with as he wished. He began to run his fingers hungrily over the softness of her flesh. Her beauty was truly astounding. The sight of her like this, mixed with the pungent smell of her cuntal fluid, drove his cock to a new and greater hardness. He moved his head down to the narrow pink slit between her thighs and began licking and sucking greedily at her cunt. Stiffening his tongue, he drove the full length of it in her and then back up over the fluted, pink edges of her vaginal lips and over the tiny sensation-bud atop her pubic mound.

Lisa cringed and visibly shuddered from the strange stimulation that was being forced upon her ravaged private parts. The sensation grew in intensity till a strange bulking in her loins softly permeated her entire body. A low almost submissive moan gurgled from deep in her throat. Carl sensed her body's response to his manipulations and drew his head up as he slid up over her body, and planted has thick lips tight down over her mouth. His tongue snaked deep into her throat as with his other hand the gag was jerked from her lips. She groaned again in relief and her mouth inadvertently began a slow, mewling sucking against his lips. But it was only momentary as again the brutal realization of what was happening to her flickered through her half-conscious mind.

When she had caught her breath, she could hear the echo of her voice begging him again for the mercy she knew would not come. "Oh, oh, please, please, stop, please stop! I-I can't-stand it-can't stand it!"

Ignoring her pleas, Carl slid his body up over her rapidly rising and falling belly so that he was straddling her chest. In the dim light Lisa could see the erect phallus and the huge testicles that hung down obscenely over her breasts and shuddered in revulsion. His thick, rampant cock stood straight out from his belly, with the swollen scarlet head but a few inches from her gasping mouth.

"Kiss it," he said, in a cold, quiet voice that sounded totally devoid of emotion.

"Oh, no," she whimpered, her stomach churning violently from the thought of this ultimate indignity he was trying to heap on her battered body. "Please… please don't make me do it."

His reaction to her pleas was instantaneous. He reached behind him and with a cruel thrust up between her own legs, rammed his finger deep into her vaginal passage and held her firm, digging cruelly at her insides with the thin rough probe.

"Aghhhhhhhh… hhh… aaaahhhhh," Lisa panted and moaned simultaneously as the searing pain shot through the wet sensitive walls of her cringing pussy. She tried to squirm away from the racking torture but the pain only intensified.

Carl slid slowly up her slippery, sweat-soaked body until he completely straddled her breasts. With a quick flick, he brutally grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head forward to meet the harsh in-thrust of his thick penis. Without mercy, he rammed the thick turgid head of his cock deep into her gaping mouth until it slapped hard against the back of her throat Lisa could feel the monster growing inside her mouth as he battered away at her unrelentingly, his heavy balls slapping harshly against her upraised chin.

"Oh, God!" she sobbed inwardly, "someone help me! Someone please help me!"

But the giant head of his cock eras an overpowering rod pummeling into her soft "O" shaped lips mercilessly. His finger tore inhumanely between her wide-spread thighs at her wet, throbbing cunt opening, and the two giant probes raped her unmercifully as he buffeted himself harshly up and down on her crumpled body.

Carl's breath was now coming in short puffing gasps now, with his eyes locked down on her open mouth, hypnotically watching his huge cock flailing in and out of it. He had lost control of himself as he felt the sperm building up in his balls ready to explode. He delighted in seeing his great plunging cock fucking her soft, ovaled mouth at will this way but he could hold back no longer. Suddenly he threw his head back in a spastic motion and began uttering strange crazy sounds through his clenched teeth.

"Ohhhh, baby, oohh… ahhh, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"

Great tidal waves of hot white liquid flooded into her gasping mouth and flowed dowel the corners of her lips. Lisa thought she was drowning in a great rip tide as she gulped at the sticky fluid that flooded through her teeth and tongue and down the cavern of her gasping throat.

Her tormentor gave one last low gasp as with a jerk he emptied the last of the sperm into her gurgling mouth, then collapsed across her body winded and exhausted. When he had caught his breath, he sat up on the side of the seat and reached behind him on the floor, producing a pint of Scotch. He fumbled with the plastic cap and opened it, placing the bottle to his lips and taking several huge gulps of the hot warming liquid. He shuddered involuntarily as the liquid seared down his parched throat and warmed the bottom of his belly. He could hear the girl's muffled sobs in the background and slowly the enormity of his vile act reached his hazy mind.

Christ, now I've done it, he thought with a twinge of panic. He knew even his dad couldn't buy him out of this if Lisa started spilling her guts to the law. He had to think of a way out of this now before he let her go or it would be all over for him and he knew it. But what about her? That was it. She would naturally be so worried about her virginal reputation and Mark's reaction to the rape that she might be talked into forgetting the whole thing. After all how many girls would have the guts to face a court trial or examination by the authorities to prove their case. It was common knowledge that hundreds of rape cases go unreported every year because of social pressures put upon the victims. As he built his case in his mind his arrogant confidence came back and the panic left him. Reaching over and releasing her bound wrists from the window, he glared down on her sobbing body with impatience.

"Shut up that damn crying and I'll untie your hands," he said as he unwrapped his shirt from around her bruised wrists.

Lisa tried to control her hysteria as she covered her hot puffy eyes with the palms of her hands. They felt as though they were going to burst out of their sockets as they throbbed painfully beneath her lids.

She put the back of her hand against her mouth, unconsciously trying to wipe away the lewd cum of the vile creature that had filled it. As if reading her thoughts, Carl leaned over and offered her the opened bottle.

"Here, try some of this juice," he said coldly, now in complete control of himself, "it'll help."

In a trance-like movement, Lisa took the bottle from his hand and pressed it to her trembling lips taking a huge gulp of the fiery liquid. She swirled it through her mouth trying to cleanse it of the strong pungent taste that remained after the attack, and then let it roll slowly down her throat. She sat there motionless for a few minutes, letting the liquid warm her insides and then took another gulp. Odd, she thought, having never drank anything stronger than eggnog, this strong alcohol should be making her drunk. But it wasn't. Instead it seemed to be settling her hysteria and bringing her senses back to a shocked numbness. She sat there clutching at the bottle as if her life depended on it, staring straight ahead of her saying nothing, feeling nothing.