Roberta Vickers: Raped teenager

"Y-you're all going to rape me?"

"Hell no, sweetie pie. You're going to ask us to make kind, gentle passionate love to you. All night long!"

They all laughed and she knew she'd never leave the camp alive. That thought gave her strength. If she were going to die, she could do it on her terms, not theirs. She knew they wanted to frighten her, see her crawl. That would add to their pleasure immensely.

She was terrified. There was no doubt about that. But she wasn't going to let them know it.

"Go on, then. Do what you want. But quit talking about it. Unless that's all you can do? Or do they call you Knuckles because that's all you have to stick into a woman's snatch?"

Knuckles blanched white and yanked his finger out of her twat. He doubled up his fist. To the girl, it looked more like a ham hock, it was so large. She knew one blow from this man and she'd be dead.

That was better than letting them all fuck her. "So I hit it, huh? All you got to use on a woman is your hand."

The way the men who were watching laughed, she knew Knuckles was receiving the ultimate goading she could give him. He'd have to do something. She just hoped it would be quick and put her out of her misery. It wasn't.

He cooled off, keeping his hand clenched. "They call me Knuckles because these – see 'em, cunt? – these can knock out any man here. I was gonna fuck you, but not now. Not up your slimy little cesspool where I had my finger. I'm gonna take you up your ass. That's the best place for showin' a wiseass what I think of talk like that!"

For a moment, the words didn't penetrate Karen's numbed brain. Her ass? What did he mean? As he rolled her over and pulled her hips up from the sandy ground, she realized what he meant to do.

He was going to bugger her!

She'd never had a man up her ass before. It had always seemed so repulsive to her. The thought of having a cock racing back and forth, cornholing her, was enough to terrify her anew. Never in her eighteen years had she ever felt this scared.

Hands groped all over her smooth assflesh. Knuckles was exploring the territory where he was going to anally rape her. She didn't mind the way his hands moved; it was sexy. But the thought of what he was ultimately going to do to her was awful.

"That's the way, Knuckles. Don't let her make an ass out of you!" came a voice from the back of the onlookers.

"Yeah. She's a real pain in the ass. Show her what a real pain in the ass is like!"

There were other comments, but Karen didn't hear them. All she heard was Knuckles low, menacing voice in her ear. "Like this? Like the way my hands are fondling those little asscheeks of yours? Like it!"

He gripped a double handful of her ass and twisted. She was certain he would rip her apart then and there. The pain blasting down into her body was more intense than any she could imagine ever feeling. She was getting a lesson in pain this night. First the bottle rammed up her twat. Then came the humiliation of being fucked by a man while others watched and leered and made dirty comments. The worst part was that he didn't want to cum in her cunt; he'd jacked off into her pussy fur.

The meaty finger returned, this time entering her cunt from the rear. With her knees under her, she had to keep her ass up and waggling in the air where the man wanted it. She could barely move as long as he kept her pressed down and her hands tied firmly.

He swirled the finger around in her still juicy twat a few times and pulled it out with a tiny pop! She couldn't see him but she knew he was making obscene gestures with it from the way the men laughed.

"About a quart low," she heard him say.

Then her entire body was racked with pain as he thrust his finger against her tightly clenched anal sphincter. The greedy little muscle wasn't about to let any male invader up her rectum. It was puckered tight and defied entry.

It did no good. The greasy finger – greased with her very own juices – and the force with which he shoved it guaranteed the entry all the way up her spine. As the man's finger drilled deep into her guts, she shrieked out, "Ohhhhhh, it huuuurts so baaad!"

"Yeah, baby doll, I bet it does. Just wait till you feel my cock rammed up there. My finger's nothin' in comparison to that!"

The thought of having his cock twisting around up her virgin asshole was too much. She momentarily blacked out. When she came back to the reality of her dilemma, she didn't have any idea how long it had been. From the lewd comments of the men circling them, it wasn't long enough. He still hadn't fucked her ass like he'd promised.

She felt his grip tighten on her assflesh. He seemed determined to twist off chunks of the doughy flesh and knead them. She was certain his fingers were digging huge chunks of flesh from her bottom. Almost crying out in pain and humiliation, she bit down on hei lip and tasted salty blood.

Never had she found herself in a more infuriatingly helpless position. Her rear end was up where the man could do anything he wanted. As she tried to escape, his hands damped down with all the power of a vise closing.

Trying to scurry forward, she found this was futile. He merely followed her, saying, "Go on, run. Try it. It makes me feel good seein' you try to get away!"

No matter what she did, she was only feeding his insane passions. He was going to bugger her no matter what she did. And she didn't dare allow him to do that. His huge cock would destroy her. Her asshole was simply too small to take his telephone-pole thick cock.

"Please don't do this. It won't gain you anything," she pleaded.

"Hell it won't. Anything to get my rocks off is worth it. Ain't it, guys?"

The consensus was that he was right. Many of the bikers actually cheered him on with obscene suggestions.

"Go on and ram your fist up her ass. See if you can get the whole fuckin' thing up there!"

"Hell, that's too small. Why not try and plug her onto the exhaust on your chopper. Then turn it on and watch her blow up like a frigging balloon."

Another: "Come on, mother humper and get on with it. I don't mind sloppy seconds with a chick that good-looking. And a natural blonde, can you dig it! Go on and fuck her good so I can climb aboard for my turn."

The words made her cringe. She knew what was in store for her the rest of the evening. They wouldn't let her go until all of them had their chance. They'd gang bang her and then cast her aside just as her father had. But with these studs, it wasn't a matter of drunkenness. It was simply the way they saw life – women were replaceable parts, expendable if necessary, a commodity to be used and nothing more.

Used.

Used and then discarded when they no longer lusted after her.

"Shut your filthy mouths, you guys. I'm going to let her have it in my own sweet time… and up her sweet little ass!"

She cried piteously when he began fingerfucking her asshole. The thick roundness of his finger rammed in and out of her tightest passage with flesh-searing speed. The lubricants he'd piled onto his finger from her frothy cunt helped ease some of the pain of his brutal action – but not very much.

"Yeah, you're opening up to me, aren't you?" A hard, stinging slap on her upturned backside sent electric tremors arching into her body. In a strange way, the spanking was turning her on, making her body came alive, letting her ignore the other horrid things he was doing to her.

The biker began mining down a series of sharp, smarting swats on her ass. The pain brought tears to her eyes and something entirely different to her body. The warmth of her well-spanked ass radiated through her body and set the embers of lust in her belly afire again. The needs she'd felt when the other biker had wanted to fuck her were rekindled. She was turning into a sex maniac.