Chapter 12
Alix was struggling with the two men in the back seat of the speeding car. One of them, a huge, black-bearded bear of a man, was holding her halfway across his lap while the other one, a tall, spade-bearded blond with an acne-scarred face, patted her fanny and grinned evilly.
"Have your fun with her, boys," the driver said, turning his head briefly. "Have all the fun you want with that fucking bitch! She thinks she's too good for me but she screws punk kids on the beach and sucks their cocks for good measure! Show her what it's like to fuck a real man! Rape the bitch, Max! You and Joe know what to do!"
"No, no, no!" Alix sobbed. She had recognized Pat Donovan the second she was shoved into the car and knew that this was his revenge.
"What a good-looking skunk this one is," the burly Max said, wrapping his arms around Alix and hauling her up onto his lap. He handled her like a rag doll, and Alix knew with dread certainty that she didn't stand a chance of getting away from these two. In fact, she might get seriously hurt if she even tried.
"Look at those boobs, man!" Joe said, grabbing a handful of red hair and yanking Alix's head back so he could kiss her while his other hand mauled her soft, pointed breasts. His beard scratched her face and his teeth bruised her lips but worst of all was his thick, slimy tongue lolling into her mouth and probing chokingly at the entrance to her throat.
Alix clawed at the be whiskered face, forcing his mouth from hers. "Leave me alone! You'd better let me go, Pat Donovan! You won't get away with this! I'll see that you all go to jail!"
"Shut up, bitch!" Donovan snarled. "With what I know about you, you won't dare talk even if you're able to after the boys and me get through with you."
"I think that kid coming out of the building heard her yell," Joe said, looking out the rear window. "Do you suppose he'll follow us?"
"No chance," Donovan said. "That punk knows better than to tangle with me. I'll put him in the hospital if he does. Forget him. Just have your fun and then I'll have mine."
Max had his huge, hairy hands on the soft, perfect spheres of Alix's buttocks as he pulled her closer to his great belly and the hairy chest that showed through his open shirt.
"Come on, sweet mama, you gonna dig this the most," Max said.
"Yeah, we gonna have a little gang-bang for a hot-cunted redhead," Joe said, squeezing the cones of her breasts with strong, clawlike fingers that hurt even through the protection of her dress and bra. "You gonna get more cock than you ever saw before."
"Yeah, you're not playing with punk kids no more," Max leered. "We're the big boys. Feel this, mama!"
The big, apelike creature took Alix's hand in one of his hairy paws and dragged it to his crotch. His fly was open and he pushed her hand against the bare rigidity of his huge genitals.
Alix gasped in horror, and a wave of nausea and weakness left her limp and shaken. The man was a giant. The size of his penis was terrifying.
"You like that, mama?" Max demanded, forcing her hand up and down the length of the massive organ.
Joe's hands were running up her legs and now he shoved a couple of fingers under her loose panty leg and got them between the moistening folds of her cunt. "Hey, she digs that, Max," he reported. "She's getting wet just feeling that big dong of yours. This is some hot chick you got here, Donovan."
Donovan's laugh was mean and lewd. "You're going to get what you've been asking for tonight, Alix Harper. That twitching ass you tease me with is going to really get it! You think you're too good for me, so we'll see if you're good enough for a couple of pussy-crazy bikers like Max and Joe."
Bikers! Of course! That explains the scruffy beards, that earring in one of Joe's ears and the denim jackets and boots. Alix had seen several of the outlaw cyclists roaring arrogantly through town at various times, but it had never entered her head that she might one day fall into their hands.
"You dig fat prick, baby?" Joe said, opening his fly and placing Alix's other hand on his groin, curving her fingers around his longer but less thick tool. She could see the enormous reddish testicles from which it rose, the wiry, dark-blonde pubic hair and the ridged belly muscles. Her senses swam as she stared at the long, red-capped, purplish dong, and she was shocked when her hand tightened around it against her will.
"How about that?" Max chortled obscenely. "She's hanging right on to both of us. She's so cock-hungry she can hardly wait!"
Through a haze of fear and revulsion, Alix realized he was right. Frightening as it was to contemplate being pierced by these two pillars of hard flesh, it was also exciting. There was nothing she could do to prevent their raping her, and it would be a brutal, degrading experience, but if she fought them it would be worse. Their hard eyes and rough hands told her that if she resisted, they wouldn't hesitate to beat or even kill her. Violence was a way of life with them. Alix shivered, knowing how close she was to such raw, brute force.
"You gonna be a nice chick and do what we tell you?" Joe rasped, placing a hand at the neck of her dress and ripping it roughly off her shoulders. Another yank broke the bra straps and then the dirty paws were kneading her naked tits, crushing the pink centers and bunching handfuls of rolling flesh together.
Alix groaned as he leaned forward and sucked at each nipple voraciously, his beard tickling her breast and his tongue whipping the delicate buds into aching prongs. Max's left hand was clasping the succulent ovals of Alix's buttocks, and he sucked in his breath noisily as his fingers squashed the yielding flesh and poked at the cleavage between them. His right hand was exploring in the silky red hair on the mound between her thighs, fingers deliving in the hot, wet slit. His breath was gusting heavily past her cheek, and she could feel the massive thickness of his penis throbbing with lust.
She jerked her hand away as though she'd been burned. That thing is pulsing for me, because it's going to be in me!
Max's hand leaped upward from mauling her bottom and whacked against the side of her head, rocking it violently and making her see stars. "Keep your hand on my cock, girl! You do what I tell you or you'll be nothin' but raw meat when I get through with you!"
He meant it, and Alix knew he meant it. Dizzy from the blow, she reached blindly for the thick pole of rampantly virile man flesh. She rubbed her palm across the giant knob and felt its torrid heat. She shuddered but forced herself to move her fingers caressingly down the length of it to close around the treelike root.
"D-don't hurt me," she heard herself say. "I'll do whatever you want me to . . . Just don't hurt me."
There was no real hope of being rescued, she knew. Rick had seen her being carried off but what could he do, even assuming he wanted to. He hadn't spoken to her or come near her since their passionate interlude on the beach. She was sure he hated her for her ridiculous reaction to their lovemaking. He was too young to understand that her behavior had stemmed from shock at the discovery of what a totally sensuous woman she could be.
But she mustn't think about Ricky now. She had to think about these two savages whose hands were on her body, had to reconcile herself to submitting to their bestial lust, to satisfying their gross, animal passions.
"That's the way, doll," Max panted, his liverish lips slobbering over the creamy-skinned tit nearest him. "You feel that big old cock while I sample all your goodies." His finger pushed roughly into Alix's rosy-lipped pussy with no regard for the sensitive flesh, ramming two, then three, fingers into her tight tunnel. She gritted her teeth against the pain of his brutal thrusts but in a moment it lessened and then disappeared. The feel of those fingers slogging at her insides and the jumping of the gigantic cock in her hand both started the pungent juices to flowing. Her thighs relaxed and spread, encouraging the fingers to deeper penetration. It was better this way, she told herself, better to let physical lust guide her actions and get the sordid business over with as quickly as possible, to use it as a shield against the knowledge that she was nothing but a sex object, a thing into which they would stick their cocks and void their semen with as little feeling as they used a public toilet for urinating or defecating.
"Yeah, you're some cock-hungry wench," Joe said, and she realized that the hand on his towering distension was as caressing as the one on Max.
But Max was ready for more than a gentle, pumping hand. With a hoarse curse, he ripped the fragile panties off in one jerk, exposing the fiery forest of pubic hair with the cuntlips flaring open, glistening with moisture and ready for penetration. He was breathing like a snorting horse as he lifted her abruptly and turned her to face him.
Alix closed her eyes so she couldn't see the leering, bearded face coming closer, but the felt his thick-lipped mouth close over hers and his tongue drooling spittle down her throat. She gagged, and his bristly beard almost strangled her as she tried to take a deep breath to quiet her panic. He shoved her thighs roughly apart and pulled her toward his jutting prick, lodging the bulbous head at the opening of her crack, then ramming ferociously until the hard mace forced an entry into her warm gash. Alix winced as the soft flesh spread and stretched painfully.
Her head was thrown back and her mouth open as the groaning, glaring ape assaulted her passageway with callous disregard for her feelings or her comfort. She felt like a butterfly being pierced by the head of a monstrous pin. There was so much and it stretched her so brutally . . . but. . . she had to face the truth. Shamed and terrorized as she was by the pillar upon which she was being impaled, she was also aware of thunderous sensations of lust roaring through her whole body.
The car had come to a stop. She could hear the surf pounding nearby and figured they must have driven out to the cape, perhaps close to where she and Ricky had been just the week before. But none of that mattered, any more than it mattered that the man invading her cunt was a total stranger, a dirty, repulsive, bearded creature with all the finesse and consideration of a savage.
She could hear the heavy breathing of the other two men as they watched her being impaled, and she knew how shameless she must look. Her bare breasts bounced and shook, what remained of her dress was bunched around her waist, her panties hung in shreds and only her stockings and garter belt were left intact. The final degradation was to know that Pat Donovan and the beady-eyed Joe could see the giant penis screwing into her like a boring drill until it was sheathed to the hilt in her clinging cleft. Hot waves of lust defeated outraged dignity. She resented being used but her body was aflame with desire and cried out for relief.
Max's hand raised her and then let the weight of her descending body again ram the big cock relentlessly into her burning quim. Alix began to help him, fucking up and down wildly, crazy with lust and fiercely striving to hasten his climax and her own, moaning and panting as his gross prick brought her rapidly to the brink of orgasm.
Then she felt other hands on her. Pat's arms encircled her from over the front seat, his hands squeezing and mauling her breasts.
"You damn whore! You fuck-crazy bitch! This is the way I've always wanted you! You could have been this way with me, but no, you had to wait to be raped!"
Joe had moved closer too. His swollen dong was rubbing against her upper thigh, rolling over her hip and skidding crazily down her buttock. His hands wandered at will over her body, patting and pinching, roughly caressing. There were three sets of hands on her body and one bloated tower of flesh skewering her enormously expanded cunt.
Hips rolling, mouth drooling, hair flying around her face, Alix was riding the monstrous shaft, her soggy quim sucking in and then being drawn out while her insides flamed with carnal joy.
Joe's mouth was sucking at one of her breasts. Pat almost toppled over the back of the seat to get his mouth on the other. Her hand reached out for Joe's cock of its own will, stroking and shagging it in a frenzy of berserk lust.
Max had abandoned any semblance of control, assaulting her with violent thrusts that forced her to take the whole length of his great dong on every stroke. On the next descent he held her still, and she felt the swelling and tightening of his testicles against her lower quim, then the pulsing and throbbing that marked the spurting flood of his jism into her hot, churning depth. Rearing up like a rutting bull, he shot rivers of semen into her, filling her and launching her into an orgasm that shook her convulsing body and demoralized her completely.
Before she could gather her addled wits, she was pulled off Max's relaxing weapon and her bottom thudded painfully onto the floor of the car. A hand tangled in her hair and Joe was dragging her head first out onto the sandy ground.
"I get that fucking cunt next," the blond cyclist said, falling forward on her and shoving the hard glans of his prick at her foaming cunt, jabbing into the vaginal cavity and driving to the limit with the lunging impetus of his sudden descent.
"Got it, Joe!" Max applauded. "Ream her good, just like I did, and see if you can make her come as hard!"
Pat Donovan crawled out of the car, holding his jutting penis in both hands. "What about me?"
"Stand in line, Teach," Joe said. "You set this up for us to break her in, didn't you? Well, we're gonna do it right . . . biker style. This pretty bitch is gonna learn to pull a train and like it."
Alix heard the men talking, but she was lost somewhere in a foggy haze of lust. It didn't matter what they called her or what they did, just as long as she had a cock in the boiling furnace of her cunt.
Joe slammed to the bottom of her channel again and she arched upward to meet the shattering fury of his attack. Her aching cunt engulfed his longer, thinner tool and clamped around it suckingly, trying to draw every exquisite sensation from it that she could. Locking her fingers at the back of his neck and closing her eyes to avoid the sight of his slack mouth and pitted face and soul-less blue eyes, she let herself be pounded breathless. Caught up in the frenzy of the hard-fucking male, she barely noticed how she was dragged up and smashed back down, flattened and battered against the rough, scratchy ground.
Another orgasm swept through her straining body, but still she wanted more. Joe grunted and the second river of man jism filled her. Bitter disappointment raged through her but then she realized the man wasn't stopping. Even as he jerked and spasmed, he was swelling again and thrusting into her in long, even strokes, sending acute thrills of pleasure to her brain. Every grunting lunge numbed her conscience more and lessened her sense of shame, provoking shrill cries of torrid emotion and wanton pleas for more.
Max lumbered from the car and watched them while he masturbated his semi-erect pole back to rampaging rigidity. He laughed and kicked at Joe's humping butt. "Hey, who's raping who?"
Alix wrapped her nylon-clad thighs around Joe's skinny butt and pounded at it with her heels as she rolled under his pounding shaft. The blind fury of her lust drove her to rake her fingernails down the man's back and claw them into his buttocks. Then the canal already overflowing with the emissions of two men was spasming again, accompanied this time by hot, stabbing thrills that seemed to result from a kind of chain reaction. The mouth of her womb was sucking. The muscles of the vagina were squeezing. Alix was screaming and sinking deeper into the red haze of lust she was sure would destroy her sanity.
She must have passed out a few seconds, because the next thing she was conscious of was being slapped in the face and dragged to a sitting position. Pat Donovan was doing the slapping. "I'm next, bitch! This is the one you've been waiting for!"
"No ... I'm tired ... let me rest," Alix mumbled, but when he grabbed her breasts and twisted, she shrieked in pain. "All right! All right! Just tell me how you want me!"
He dropped to the sand beside her. "On top. You do the work. Serve me like the whore you are!"
In a daze, Alix squatted astride the man, opening her thighs and with them the crimson maw of her cunt. She noticed as she leaned over that she was dripping jism from the other two onto Pat's hairy thighs and belly.
"Come on . . . come on!" Pat reached up and pulled her down savagely onto his stubby brown stalk. She felt it slip in easily and then the frenzy hit her again. It didn't matter who was in her, only that it was a male, and suddenly she wondered if that wasn't what had brought this on. She was a normal, healthy woman with normal sex appetites which she had insisted on repressing out of fear of their intensity, turning instead to the quieter, less fulfilling outlet of Lesbianism. Now, as with Ricky, her dammed-up sensuality was breaking loose and overwhelming her. Later on she would be able to better control her urges, to pick and choose her partner, but now she was making up for lost time and no matter how distasteful or shameful it was to copulate with these vicious animals, she was getting as much from it as she was giving.
"If that ain't the hottest pussy in town!" Max said, moving to stand over the fucking couple, holding the thick slab of revitalized cock in one big hand. "I'll bet she could take care of two of us at once with no trouble at all."
Alix stared up at him blankly as he loomed over her, the massive tree trunks of his legs on either side of Pat's head and his genitals shoving toward her face.
"How about it, mama? Let's see how a prissy schoolteacher looks with a mouthful of cock!" He banged the huge pole across her eyes, over her nose and against her lips. She could smell herself on him, smell his jism mixed with hers. The knobby head thudded against her mouth, demanding entrance. Without knowing she was going to do it, her tongue flicked out and licked up the length of the iron limb. The big biker grunted, grabbed her by the back of the head and slammed into her. Alix's head rocked back, her tongue was forced up against her soft palate and her throat tightened spasmodically in its efforts to keep her from strangling.
"How'd you like to die that way?" the cyclist demanded. "Choke to death on a mouthful of cock?"
Her eyes were wide with fear, but her heart was pounding madly. The slippery organ added fire to the conflagration heating her insatiable body. She hated herself for it, but she twisted her tongue around the mammoth joint and began licking and sucking at it.
She was completely inundated with male flesh now, dominated and degraded with it, so filled with cock that she could no longer think. She hunched up and down on Pat, rolling her hips and feeling his balls slap against the bottom of her quim. She sucked on Max as he fucked in and out of her mouth and his heavy pods banged against her chin. It seemed to go on for hours, but it must have been only minutes before Max fountained into her mouth and Pat sent his load geysering into her cunt, causing another shattering orgasm to leave her limp and shaking.
Before she had a chance to even begin to recover, they were all over her, dragging her down, pounding at her with their fists, twisting her breasts while they cursed and reviled her. She was sobbing now, shame and terror replacing the other frenzy. They were insane with lust, insane with power over her vulnerable body. They mounted her on Max's gargantuan prick and Joe crouched behind her, forcing his long rope of a cock into her anal passageway while Pat stood in front and rammed his short spike into her aching mouth. The world began to spin around her as they all three ravaged her at once. She knew they would kill her when they were done, but somehow it didn't matter. She just had to keep going until she died.
"Alix! Oh my God, Alix!" Ricky screamed as he stumbled and fell down the short rise to the beach. He landed on his face but launched to his feet and hurled himself at the three beasts who were brutalizing Alix.
"You bastards! I'll kill you!" he yelled, picking up a large rock as he ran. He brought it down hard just as Pat Donovan turned toward him. The rock caught the Irishman on the side of the head and he toppled backward, grunting like a walrus.
The two bikers were on Ricky instantly. Max heaved the battered girl off him and stumbled to his feet. His big fist hit Ricky on the cheek, almost knocking him down, but the boy grunted and grabbed for Joe, pulling him over with him. Outnumbered and outweighed, Ricky fought them with a fury he had never displayed before, driven by the vision of what they had been doing to Alix. He pounded at them with his fists, kicked and bit and butted them with his head. But the fists kept coming and coming. He wasn't big enough or strong enough to knock either of the two down, and in a few short minutes his nose was broken, a tooth missing and blood running from numerous cuts.
"I'll kill you . . . kill you both!" he screeched, grabbing Max's beard as he felt himself falling again. The big biker rolled over and slammed him into the ground with a single sledgehammer blow. Then they were both pounding at him, stomping him and blackness was closing in . . . but through it all he heard the welcome sound of sirens.
Max and Joe heard the shrill wailing too. "Let's get out of here!" Max yelped. "The little bastard's brought the pigs!"
Ricky heard their feet pounding away, then the sound of police whistles and Wendy's voice calling his name. Thank God she had been able to break away from the Lesbian orgy when he called her from a phone booth and told her where he had followed Alix and her kidnapers to. Thank God they had all gotten here in time!
Ricky drifted off into unconsciousness, and when he came to he was in the back seat of a police car rolling back toward town, his head in Alix's lap. She was bending over him and whispering tearfully.
"Ricky . . . Ricky darling. You've got to be all right. You've just got to! You were so brave. You fought so hard against such awful odds ... oh Ricky, please be all right!"
"It's okay, Alix," he said through lips that felt like ground meat. "I'm okay. It's you who got the worst of it, my poor darling."
She put soft fingers on his bruised face. "Hush. I'm all right. It was a horrible experience but also very enlightening. I think I'll know where I'm going from now on. I've been living a lie, hiding behind a wall I built to hide from my own sexuality, but I know the truth now. I did things with those three, and I let them do things to me that make my flesh crawl, but at least I found out that I'm not a Lesbian. And now I'm sure I can handle myself with men without becoming a round-heeled nympho."
"Not with men, Alix," Ricky murmured. "Just with me."
She sighed and held him closer. "I do love you, Ricky, but . . . you're so much younger than I am. What would people think?"
"Who cares?" Ricky said. "I'm seventeen and you're twenty-two and that seems like a lot of difference now, but when I'm twenty-one and you're a lovely, mature twenty-six, no one will bat an eyelash if we decide to get married."
"I don't know," she said, still not convinced.
"But until then," Ricky said, pulling her head down to his and kissing her gently, "we'll just play it by ear."
In spite of his bruises and aches, he was feeling great all of a sudden. Tess had promised she would help him get rid of Shaver and that would free Sheila to many Ron Graves. Wendy would be all right too.
And right now he was lying with his head resting on the most beautiful thighs in the world. He turned his head and started to kiss the satiny flesh.
"Ricky, no! Not here . . . not in a police car," Alix whispered frantically. "Wait! For my sake, please wait until we get to my place, wait until I get washed off, get the slime and the sand washed off and ..."
"I'll wait for you forever, baby," he told her. "Just tell me you're mine."
He felt her move against him. She was nude except for the policeman's coat thrown around her shoulders, and he felt the red mat tickle against the side of his cheek. He had his answer. All they needed now was time, and they had plenty of that.