Roberta Vickers: Raped teenager

"Hell, yes!"

"Good. Now let me…"

There was a gobbling noise as she took his entire cock back into her mouth. His penis was limp enough to curl up in her mouth. But she wasn't content with just that. Her tongue flashed out and lightly touched the filling sac and bounced his balls around a little more.

He sucked in his breath in surprise. And she felt a tremor pass through his cock. There was still more to come.

She let the cock slip from her mouth and began digging up under his balls. Finding his asshole, she drove her tongue up his rectum. His prostate gland was buried up there someplace. She didn't know where or exactly what it was supposed to do. All the girl remembered hearing was that it gave men their sexual prowess.

She figured Big Ed must have one hell of a big one the way he fucked. It didn't work that way, but what she did to him turned him on just the same.

The wet, wiggling tongue teased its way up into his rear until he was weak and shaking in reaction. Never had a chick ever done anything to him that made him feel this way before. The rough wet tongue up his ass gave his balls a new reason to stir.

Slowly, as if rising from the dead, his cock stirred. The more her tongue drove back and forth fucking his butt, the more his prick stiffened. Soon, very soon, his cock was entirely rigid and ready for action.

Karen straightened and looked at the half-staff cock. It vanished into her mouth and a few quick sucks and licks and kisses later, it was throbbing with life in her mouth.

"There," she said. "I was right. You owe me a good screwing."

"Hell, I don't believe it. I saw it – Goddamn, I felt it! – and still it doesn't seem possible to me. You're the foxiest chick I ever did find."

"No, Big Ed," she said, "you're the biggest stud. It was in you all the time. Just a matter of convincing this."

She gave his hard cock a little squeeze to make sure he didn't mistake her meaning.

"So, all right. You want it again, you can have it!" he reached out to pull her down on top of him.

She agilely avoided his bear hug. This wasn't the way she wanted it. She was the one calling the shots. Sex was her weapon to use as she saw fit.

The way she wanted to have that big, long, ultra-thick cock fucking her again was so positively kinky she could barely put it into words. She wanted it, sure. Karen didn't know exactly how to tell the man exactly how she wanted him to ball her.

"Well, Big Ed, it's like this."

"Don't give me any of that shit. Out with it."

Karen wanted to keep the dominant hand but this had been too easy. She was amazed at how she could wrap Big Ed around her little finger without even trying. The first time he'd used her had been different. A sexual thrill had coursed through her body.

It was a completely different sensation from anything else she'd ever experienced.

The hands tied behind her back, a dominant man having his will with her, that was the way she wanted him again.

She was so confused she could barely speak. Making him do what she wanted was too easy. He'd do anything she asked as long as he could fuck her – and yet here she was wanting him to make love to her while she was completely helpless.

Maybe it had something to do with the fact he looked a little like her father and that her father had raped her. Deep down, she might have really gotten off on that and refused to admit it. She couldn't keep all this straight in her head.

She wanted to keep Big Ed on the string. She had to keep him sexually submissive to her desires. Otherwise, she would never be able to leave this gang of animals when the time was right.

Yet… yet, she wanted to be used, humiliated, made less than a bitch and fucked.

It made her head spin.

Finally, she got it all straight. This was her sexual trip. Her own personal thrill. No one else's. So why shouldn't she use the power she wielded to make Big Ed do what she wanted?

No reason at all!

"I… I want you to tie me up and then fuck me. Just like that night you found me. It was so… so sexy I could barely stand. Just thinking about it makes me all wet in the pussy."

That much was obvious. Drops of cunt juice were visible in the bright sunlight. They gleamed like silver among the golden strands of her bush. The man looked up at her, licked his lips, then said, "Whatever you want, baby doll, whatever you want is fine with me."

"So fuck me. Like you did before."

"Hell, no. That'd be going back over territory we've been through. I am gonna do it entirely different this time!"

His words sent an illicit thrill into the very core of her being. He was going to use her again, but in a different way. Before she could ask how, he'd grabbed both her slender wrists in one of his hairy paws. He easily imprisoned her and dragged her along the ground.

Without a word, he took her to a tree with a low, over-hanging limb. He pulled a couple times on the branch above his head and then shouted, "Knuckles! Knuckles, Goddammit! Get your ass over here!"

There was a mumbled cry from the bushes and Big Ed shouted, "So forget her and bring me a couple pieces of rope."

Knuckles came out of the underbrush pulling up his jeans. He went to his chopper, rummaged around for a second and came back with two pieces of heavy nylon tow rope.

Big Ed took them without a word, tied one of Karen's wrists until she felt the circulation dying. With the other piece, he repeated the knot tying around her other wrist.

"Pick her up," he ordered Knuckles.

The man easily lifted Karen's lithe form. Big Ed tossed the long rope over the branch and caught the end as it came down. He gave it a yank that left Karen's wrist a few inches under the limb, then tied the loose end around her ankle. He repeated the action with the other rope.

"Drop her."

She hung, ankle tied to wrist, the rope over the tree limb. No matter how she struggled, she couldn't help but end up almost parallel with the ground, her legs swinging wide open.

A little thrill of pleasure ran through her in spite of the pain caused by the rope cutting into her flesh and the unnatural position putting her shoulders and legs under great strain.

He was going to fuck her like this!

"See how her cunt just sort of opens up when you swing her back and forth, Knuckles?" Big Ed gave her a swing to demonstrate. "Get the others. I want to show them how I operate."

The teenager couldn't keep her legs tightly together, no matter how much she tried. She was in such a position that the man could do anything he wanted to her – and would!

A thrill ran through her entire body. To be helpless, totally at the mercy of a dominant man, this was her big sexual thrill. She had to ask the man to do it, but that only added to her power trip. This was something she wanted, not him. She was actually making him be the aggressor.

The pain was becoming worse. But this was part of it. The pain gave her something to compare to the pleasure of his cock fucking her. The pain was offset by the pleasure and when the two mixed – sheer delight.

It was all confused in her head. She couldn't really understand it and finally decided she didn't want to. All that mattered now was enjoying the lunging cock he so tauntingly promised her.

"Get the entire gang together. I want 'em to watch what the old pro can do to this cunt, here," said Big Ed.

His words thrilled the girl. Not only was he going to fuck her, he was getting the others to watch!

Gooseflesh rippled up and down her spine at the thought.

"See how her legs are drifting apart. That means she really wants me. But I'm not going to fuck her. Not yet. Gimme that wrench, Knuckles. This is going into her first. Dig it?"

"No, wait, I…" she started, then moaned as the handle of the icy-cold wrench was shoved into her cunt. The wrench didn't hurt her; it was the sudden intrusion that took her breath away.