Roberta Vickers: Raped teenager

His cock vanishing between her pink pussy lips wasn't so bad either. In fact, it was fine! The heat boiling out of her interior seeped into his cock and warmed him all the way to his tails. He felt the lead-heavy jism begin to quiver and chum in anticipation of spewing out into her eagerly awaiting cunt.

When he pulled back, it was like trying to get out of a glove. The soft folds of her quim gripped and held his cock. Wiggling his hips a little got him out without any problem.

He felt the sweat beginning to trickle down his body inside his heavy denim jacket. The droplets on his forehead gleamed wickedly in the light cast by the fire.

He said, "You really want me, don't you, baby doll. Tell me how much you want more of my cock. Tell me, damn you, tell me!"

"No, ohhhhh, no, no! Not, ummm, yes! Give it to me!"

He'd started moving back and forth, his cock going about an inch into her twat. The rapid stroking was building up the fires of her desire. He knew exactly how to turn a chick on and was doing it. Each and every time he fucked into her box, he made sure a different area was stimulated by the contact with his prick.

The delicately scalloped, pink inner pussy lips got special attention. He dragged the acorn-sized glans of his prick over the flaps of sensitive flesh until the blonde split on either side of his cock was writhing in sheer need for him to fuck her.

That wasn't enough. He drove his cock a little deeper into her cunt. The bucking cock was as big as a stallion's – and he knew it. He wanted to fuck her hard, try and rip her apart all the way to the chin. But he could do that with any of the women around camp. This teenager was something special.

He could humiliate her.

And he was doing a damned good job. She felt useless, totally abandoned. Confused by the sensations ripping into her body, she wanted to die. There was nothing she wanted more than to let him fuck her, have his cock driving hard and deep all the way up her juicy twat. And that was the very thing she didn't want – it was a dilemma she couldn't solve.

Ingrained morals told her this was all wrong, he had no right to fuck her like this. But her body was the traitor. It was enjoying the crude lovemaking and ignoring her bound hands. The fact it took three others to hold her legs spread wide for the man's easy entry into her cunt both excited and appalled her.

She was so confused she surrendered to her body's urges.

"Fuck me, please! Fuck me hard! I want you in me!"

"So? See, guys? She does appreciate a real man's cock. Think I should give it to her?"

"Naw, let me give her mine!"

"I want sloppy seconds!"

"Aw, go on and screw the hell out of her. You're keepin' me awake with all the loud screamin' and carryin' on."

"Hear them, baby doll? They think I should go on and fuck you. How about it?"

"Yes, damn you, yesssss!" she shrieked, her body urgent in its needs now. Her morals were totally droned in the sea of her desire. His thick cock plugging her was all she wanted out of life!

When he rammed hard into her again, she almost fainted. The huge girth of his prick split her sex lips wide open to the breaking point. Her inner membranes were stretched and pulled in new and painfully different directions. She'd never taken a man as big as him before.

Even with the bottle crammed up her twat, she hadn't felt this filled. And the bottle had been cold. His cock wasn't only warm, it was hot, burning hot! Jerking and dancing around inside her, she let a shuddery sigh pass through her body. It was painful at first but her body was able to stretch enough to accommodate that mighty prick.

"More, gimme more!" she demanded through lust-thickened lips.

"More, she wants, so I'll give her more!" His entire body was straining now. Sweat poured in rivers off his powerful body as he fucked her. Each stroke was like a piston on a locomotive. It drove forward with all the power of a machine.

He felt his cock clutched and massaged by the softness of her velvety cunt walls. And with the juices flowing wildly from her twat now, he was making lewd smucking noises every time he pulled out of her manhole.

The girl was trembling in reaction. If a red hot poker was being jammed all the way into her belly, the feelings couldn't have been much different. She was seared and torn and humiliated – and loved it, wanted more!

The cock reaming her out finally set off her orgasm.

"Ungghhhh! Ohhhh!" she groaned.

He felt her cunt walls collapsing like the shaft of a mine after an explosion. Jerking his throbbing cock out, he held it in his hand while the girl's body was racked by her fierce orgasm.

As she relaxed, he stroked up and down his cunt-juice-lubricated prick a couple times, saying, "You don't deserve this. Not you, baby doll. Not you."

A white bullet spurted from the tip of his cock and splattered on her naked pussy mound. The blonde fur was quickly matted by the continuing blast of cum from his erupting dick. Soon she was completely soaked with his creamy cum.

He stood up, shook off the last droplet of his jism and said, his voice harsh, "You're not good enough for the leader of the Maniacs. Not for the leader of this club, baby doll."

Turning, Big Ed motioned to Knuckles. "You been real alert tonight. You caught her. You can use her."

Without another word, Big Ed turned his back and walked off, leaving Karen to state in abject fright up at Knuckles. The broken-toothed grin marring his face sent cold chills throughout her body.

"That's right nice of Big Ed, don't you think, blondie?" His body was huge and menacing above her. She'd never felt more frail, more helpless than now.

"Wh-what are you going to do to me?"

"Hell, I don't know. Seems like this is still untainted by any of Big Ed's jizz." He crammed a thick finger into her twat.

She cried out as she felt the rough finger surge into her tender pussy and begin wiggling around. A rusty nail up her cunt wouldn't have felt any worse. With her hands tied, she couldn't do much to stop this evil man from doing what he wanted with her. But she tried. Karen had to.

He laughingly slapped her flat onto the ground. The sandy soil pound into her back, her ass, her legs. The roughness threatened to rip her tender body to ribbons.

"You like my finger up your cunt, don't you? Don't you?" He powerfully jammed his hand toward her snatch. The pain rocketed into her body and caused the blackness to creep around the edges of her vision again. How she wanted to pass out!

If she blacked out on them, her body wouldn't betray her like it had with Big Ed. She wouldn't be embarrassed that she actually wanted his cock inside her, fucking her, making her feel small and weak and worthless. Karen couldn't understand that sensation. It was something to fight off until she could think about it more.

All she wanted now was to escape the bikers' camp.

It didn't look hopeful.

"I don't like the looks of them rags you got on, blondie, I think I'll do you a favor and get rid of them for you. You won't even have to put them in a Goodwill box or nothin'."

A meaty paw reached out and seized the cloth at her neck. A mighty tug ripped the cloth away from her body. Again and again he ripped the fabric, until she lay naked on the sand.

Looking up, she saw all the men leering at her. It was obvious they were going to do with her whatever they wanted. And from the bulges in the crotches of their dingy jeans, it was apparent what they wanted.

They were going to gang-rape her after they'd let their leaders get their kicks.

Knuckles said, "How long a train can you pull?"

"Huh?" She didn't understand him. "What do you mean?"

"How long a train? How many guys can you fuck before you dry up here?" He twisted his wrist and drilled his finger even deeper into her cunt to show what he meant.