Rex Taylor - Turned on family

But her heart was chipper as ever and as she ascended the sloping street, she sang to herself, in a soft true voice, "This Wheel's on Fire".

She was still singing it when the '58 Chevy slid out of the graveyard entrance, blocking the road before her.

She knew them as soon as she saw the car. That Chevy was as much a Reckardsville landmark as the old cemetery. It was scummy, dirty, held together with baling wire and body putty. The muffler was cracked and noisy and black smoke puffed from the tailpipe. Robin grimaced. It was the same guys who'd bothered her at the Tasty Freeze last evening, the Schroeder brothers and Timmy Duff. Christ, if they got fresh with her now, she'd bust their fucking balls!

Spider jumped out of the car. "Hi, honey," he leered. "How's tricks?"

"Fuck off, creep," Robin growled like an angry cat. Spider frowned back at her and he started around the front of the car, his brother sat behind the wheel and he said something to Spider. Was it "Go ahead"?

Robin blinked when she got her first full-length view of the Spider. His pants were distended with a bulging hard-on. A sound and a flash of motion distracted her as Timmy leaped from the back seat. Good God! His trousers were unzipped and his limp pecker dangled through the fly. Robin started to back away.

Moving backwards in high platform heels has its difficulties, particularly on a sloping cobblestoned roadway, and Robin learned that very quickly. She tottered, struggling to regain her balance, hands flying in the air. Timmy jumped to grab one wrist and the Spider took the other. Robin straightened up, equilibrium recaptured, her hands caught in fight, strong grips.

Timmy looked savagely gleeful. He humped and bounced on his heels, that limp dick flipping and flopping. How disgusting! the girl told herself. "Leggo of me, you bastards!" she screeched.

"Come on," Spider grunted. "Into the car." His voice was crisp and brutal. Robin did a double-take, her eyes blinking furiously. "Come on, cunt!" he snapped, giving her arm a fierce jerk.

"Hurry up," Punch called. "I can't hold this foot brake all day!"

Robin tried to scream, but her throat was frozen. Spider's face was close to her cheek and she heard him give a throaty whisper. "Got something big for you, bitch. Ought to cure you of fuckin' dogs." He tugged at her hand, pulling it down to rub bn his crotch. She could feel the heat of his stiff cock through his pants and her vision went blank for a moment. The fumes of his bad, beer-laden breath were overpowering and Robin's head reeled.

She opened her eyes to find that she was already halt shoved into the back of the Schroeder car. It smelled as bad as Spider's breath. She could detect the separate odors of dirty socks, spoiled food, and rancid, dried-up cum, and she wondered what the hell went on in this beat-up Chevy. One of them was shoving her ass, fingers jabbing at her tight crotch, and she felt as if she were about to vomit. Her mind formed a prayer.

And her hand, skidding on the back floor, made contact with an empty beer can. She seized it determinedly. Robin got her upper body half turned and she threw the can right into the Spider's face. He let go his hold on her and she shook her other foot free of Timmy's grip, sliding from the car, ready to run for her life.

Spider snarled a filthy word and he reached, fingers locking in the collar of Robin's top. The material ripped down her back and she felt it ride high, immobilizing her as it gouged into her armpits. That immobilization lasted only a few seconds but that was all Timmy and Spider needed. Timmy's hands caught on her bare waist and held on for dear life. Robin slapped him with one arm, the other tearing at his fingers. His head pressed against her left tit and she could feel every panting breath that whistled from his lips.

Spider grabbed Robin's ass and twisted it up high, behind her back. He spun her around to face him and she couldn't hide her bare tits, exposed as they were by the falling of her ripped blouse. He smiled and took one dark nipple in his fingers, pinching it cruelly. Robin winced and groaned. "Oh, that's nice," he leered.

Timmy looked on goggle-eyed. Hadn't he ever seen real, bare tits before? Robin wondered insanely. And, God! How could this be happening to her? Rape? Now?

Tim's hand stole up as if he meant to touch one of her boobs, but the Spider barked at him abruptly. "Later!" He nodded toward the car. "Come on. Let's get her inside and haul ass out of here."

"Look at the ass we're haulin', too," Timmy chortled, rubbing her hindquarters with his wet palm.

Robin's lips were daubed bright red but that cosmetic coloring was ringed in pale white and a thin fringe of spittle bubbled from her mouth. Her heart was thumping madly and she felt cold all over. There seemed to be no strength or resistance in her body as the two boys dragged her once again towards the car. Spider pushed at her shoulders to fit her through the doorfame and she sat on the edge of the seat mumbling something, her legs sticking out the door.

"Huh?" Spider bellowed, and she saw him look up. A sound a rumble, a rolling and Robin's head turned, too. She stared through the far door glass as a car crested the hump of Cemetery Road and moved down the slope towards the '58 blocking the way. Now neither of the boys was actually holding onto Robin, but it took her a moment to realize that, and another moment to realize whose car was coming.

Her eyes mapped into life and she made a grunting sound. Her foot shot out and she kicked the Spider right in the crotch. She felt her shoe heel bump his hard-on, his balls, and she heard him scream shrilly with the sudden, unexpected pain. He doubled up, clutching his abused nuts, and she sprang for her life.

Timmy reached for her, but Robin's hand flew up, nails scraping his puffy-fleshed face, leaving red strips of torn tissue behind. He slapped at the burning wound and she fled past him.

"Mr. Willis!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. "MR. WILLIS!!"

The flaps of her shirt were undone and whipping in the air as she ran, but it never occurred to her that he was looking directly at her dark-pointed tits. Sam stopped his car and moved to get out, but by then Timmy had pushed a pain-sick Spider into the '58 and himself after. Punch threw the car into forward and they wheeled away in a cloud of black rolling smoke, ignoring the stop sign at the Avenue.

"They tried to rape me!" Robin wailed, making no effort to cover her bare tits. Sam left his car and went to meet her. She melted into his arms, racked by dry sobs, and he could feel her boobs grinding against him, hot and warm.

"You forgot your purse," he said lamely, not sure how best to console her. "Come on," he added. "I'd better take you straight home."

Spider lay on the mattress in their hangout, still clutching his aching balls, still muffling with the brutal agony of it all. There was a can of beer beside him, but he didn't want it. Beer made him piss, and he knew that one good piss would kill him.

Timmy slurped at his own can. His lips were beer foamy when he spoke. "Shit! Nothin' seems to go right for us. That rotten twat!"

"Yeah," Punch agreed. "Jesus, I think she nearly killed the Spider."

Spider rolled onto his side, still massaging his wounded pride. "Goddamn that slut to hell! If I had her here right now, I'd fuck her ass off. And then I'd beat her to death. Slow." The thought of fucking made his balls ache and throb all the harder. "Oh, Christ," he groaned, "she's gonna pay for this! I mean, she's gonna pay through the fuckin' pussy!"

Timmy felt the scabbing wound on his cheek. "She ought to," he agreed. "She owes us."

Punch nodded. He didn't know how they proposed making her pay, but he trusted his brother to come up with something. The Spider was no dummy. That was for fuckin' sure.