Chapter 8
"No, noooooh, please, not that" Ruth screamed in an agony of embarrassment and fear as Pete squirmed upside down on the bed and threw his leg over her body in such fashion that his knees were on either side of her head, holding her pinned tightly down, while his long dangling cock swung menacingly over her head. His head was burrowing hotly between her legs like a hungry rodent and his tongue flicked rapidly in and out of the moist flowering slit of her nakedly entrapped vagina.
Ruth's entire body jumped as she felt the electrifying contact between his wet slavering tongue and the tiny pink bud of her clitoris and, as she raised her head, her lips accidentally brushed the throbbing tip of his swinging cock. Instantly, she turned her head away, hearing a lewd grunt coming from the hotly licking mouth down between her widespread legs.
Pete jumped at the chance to improve his position, pushing her legs even further apart and clamping his sweating palms against the soft inner flesh of her thighs. Ruth struggled to pull her legs together again, but it was as hopeless as a cat fighting a panther. Raising her head slightly to avoid his hard penis, she saw down between their two bodies as he poised over her. Trapped in this unnatural position, the pink flesh of her naked pussy was offered up to him sacrificially and she saw the saliva and her own juices glistening around his open panting mouth as he studied the spread lips of her pussy.
Meticulously, his thumbs moved from the half moons of her buttocks up into the soft, hair-fringed furrow between her thighs and reached the tender pink flanges of her cunt. With a slow, torturing movement df his fingers, he drew the pinkly throbbing edges of her cunt apart, exposing the smooth wet inner flesh to his eyes. For a hopeful moment he seemed content to gloat over her nakedness as she lay trapped beneath him.
"Rrrraaarrrrggggh ..." an animal snarl erupted from his hairy chest as he ground his face back down between her legs, his snake-like tongue flicking teasingly at the cringing slit and he began lashing hotly up into the sensitive walls of her open pussy.
As if a thousand volts of electricity had charged through her body, her body jerked spasmodically and her buttocks began to grind restlessly down into the creaking mattress as she tried to avoid another charge.
"Please, Ohhhhh!" she cried and then quickly snapped her mouth shut as he jerked his lower loins in an attempt to thrust his cock into her open mouth.
Pete listened to the Reverend's daughter's moans with keen sadistic delight, feeling her baby-fine hair brush against his inner thighs as she flailed her head back and forth. Ceaselessly his tongue speared in and out of her involuntarily dilating young cunt. This was not the first time in his Angel career that the cruel biker had ravaged an innocent young woman and he was getting to be something of a master of the technique.
No woman alive, he knew, not even a preacher's daughter, could withstand this abnormal stimulation of the pussy without reacting in some way. And sure enough, now he tasted the warm fluids of her lubrication seeping from the tight walls of her pussy. Ruth was being aroused against her will, and in spite of her puritanical upbringing, there was nothing she could do about it. It wasn't quite like closing a book and forgetting about fantasies ... this was the real thing!
Ruth sobbed as she felt the tiny flickers of sinful pleasure gathering deep inside her body to slowly radiate out in all directions ... into her legs, far up into her chest. Her heavy breasts jiggled up and down, back and forth as he ground his hotly licking tongue up into her violently, as if he were trying to lick away that guilt that raged far up into her belly. To her horror, the half-dollar sized nipples on her naked breasts started to pucker again-rock-hard and erect. Surrender and joy were just around the corner as his mouth and tongue lashed up into her open thighs. Already she had stopped struggling and was moaning, purring like a kitten beneath him while he licked her clean. She had to give in! No human female could take this kind of treatment forever!
"Ohhhh, God, don't! Please!" she droned on helplessly as she lay masochistically, submissively, as elephant tears of grief and humiliation welled up in her eyes. Ricky was bad enough, but this is the absolute end. I know suicide will send me straight to hell, but so will this sinfulness! She'd read about rape in books ... but it, like everything else in her life stunk of fantasy, and to have such an obscene chapter come to life was more mental torture than anyone could bear.
Pete felt her tears wash over his inner thighs as she thrashed her head back and forth between them. That made him grin. This would teach her to listen to him and not challenge his authority! Before they left for the mountains tomorrow, he'd have her squirming her haughty little ass around and begging for it. Maybe he would make her follow him downstairs bare-ass naked and make her suck his cock til he shot off in her mouth in front of everybody-including Lash. Nothing was more satisfying to him than to grab some sophisticated little bitch and turn her into a cycle momma.
With one more thrust of his curling tongue into the hot, flooding folds of her pussy, his eyes fell upon the tiny elastic circle of her anus, nestled fearfully down between the smoothly curved moons of her buttocks. This oughta blow her mind! he speculated, snaking his tongue to prod into the mouth of her anus.
That was too much for Ruth Monson! When his searing tongue circled the pungent rim of her smooth, hairless flesh, Ruth clamped her teeth tightly together to deny him the pleasure of hearing her scream; but a strangled half-moan, half-gasp escaped anyway and her whole body twitched and jerked spasmodically as if she'd been hit by lightning.
"Ohhhh, don't lick me there ... I'm begging you ... no!" She strained to tighten her anal muscles and force his tongue out, but the only reaction from Pete was a happy grunt and another jab with his wetly curling tongue into the tight fleshy ring. "Aaaaaggghhh!" she moaned again, feeling a wicked swell of erotic forbidden sensation sweeping over her body. She sobbed again, following it with a heartfelt whimper. God, if only she could lie there cold and immobile with her mouth shut!
What little self-control she did possess was deserting her, blowing away like sand in a wind.
Pete's tongue had grown to be a part of her, slithering slowly, teasingly back up to her wildly throbbing cunt as his lips nibbled agonizingly on her clitoris. Her buttocks didn't seem to suffer the same guilt as her brain, for they jerked gratefully back at him, and her hands clung to his thick muscular thighs for support. Gritting her teeth, she fought back against the humiliation, struggling against the tiny spurts of sexual stimulation which seemed to eat away at her brain. Pete redoubled his efforts, slavering his tongue hotly down between her wide held thighs and covering her naked wet loins with his gulping mouth.
Ruth couldn't help it when her young pussy began to jerk spasmodically, grinding up against his lashing tongue instead of pulling away, and her tiny hands roamed up and down the hairiness of his legs. For one terrifying moment she experienced a wild temptation to open her mouth and lick up at his huge, lust-hardened cock, hanging only inches from her open mouth. Slowly she was forgetting about Donna, the party downstairs and the trip to San Diego-even her hideous captivity. Lewd sparks raced up and down her desperately straining legs and rampaged through her erotically trembling stomach.
Down between her legs, the soft blonde pubic curls surrounding the tongue-spread lips of Ruth's pussy were tickling his nose and the female scent of a woman in heat rose orgiastically to his nose, driving Pete wild. Ruth Monson was ready to be fucked ... she was wet and wild!
Just as she had given in to her passion, he stopped, raising his head and turning his body around on top of her so that he looked directly into her face. Quickly, he bent down and plastered his dripping lips against hers so that she could taste the pungently sweet orgasmic juices from her own seeping pussy ... then he backed off, looking at her with a lewd sadistic grin.
"Spread 'em, baby!" he hissed. "It's time to fuck."
"No!" she whimpered, knowing that she wouldn't protest against his superior strength. Her feeble protest meant nothing to him and he bent over her prostrate, quivering body, clamping his teeth down over one nipple and biting her until she moaned in a weird combination of pain and intense pleasure.
"When I'm through with you, you're gonna beg me for it, just like Lila does. You're gonna drop on your knees and ask me to put my hot thick cock anywhere I wanna put it; in-your cunt in your mouth, up your ass!"
"Please," she stammered, bracing her hands against his steely arms and wriggling beneath him.
He responded with a cruel snicker as he nudged her unwilling thighs further apart and readied himself for take off ... up into the steamy pink skies of her young cunt.
Ruth quivered, something perverse and evil needed this disgrace. Some fantastically evil demon prodded her on ... a Crusading Christian heading for the wrong goal post, waving the flag of sexual surrender.
She shuddered, watching Pete take his hugely throbbing cock in one hand and guide it forward towards her tiny cringing pussy, bringing a wail to her lips in anticipation of the pain it would cause when he thrust it deep up into her belly.
Using the thick rubbery head of his cock, he parted the soft hair-lined lips of her cunt and Ruth turned her head to the wall, closing her eyes and no longer daring to watch what would come next. She sucked in her breath, waiting for the pain.
He flicked his hips forward slightly.
"Ohhhhhh, God!" she sobbed, the painful pressure against the tight, futilely clenched lips of her feminine slit. , Levering up on her with his cruel powerful shoulder muscles, he shoved again. Christ, she's tight, he grunted to himself, feeling the hard rubbery tip of his penis pop suddenly up into the unstretched, once ravished passage.
"Aaaaggghhh!!! God, it hurts ... you animal!" she cried, feeling as if her intestines deep up inside were being torn apart. Snapping her teeth, she leaned over and took a bite at his steely arm which he responded to with another deep thrust. Defeated, she let her teeth fall away.
Fleetingly, Pete wondered if the bikers downstairs could hear her screaming and knew he was fucking the snooty little bitch. Great ... if they would come up and take a peek, he thought. But there was time for that later... in San Diego he'd make her strip down and fuck him in front of everybody.
She was suffering; that was obvious from her screwed-up expression. Her high and mighty puritanical ideas would be a thing of the past when he finished with her and she would be a different Ruth Monson ... not a preacher's daughter, but the devil's mistress! Spread-eagled below him she was writhing and panting, groaning and gasping for breath, reduced to a helplessly quivering mass of pain-wracked female flesh and nothing more.
Snickering, he forced his cock up inside her another inch or two, feeling the hot moist walls of her tightly clasped cuntal hole yield unwillingly before the inexorable force of his hardness. Flexing his buttock muscles tightly, he shoved himself home, burying his long thick cock in her to the hilt and pushing the soft misused flesh of her cunt before him in softly rippling waves of pain. "Ready for the big one?" he snarled, slamming it all the way into her, not stopping until his heavy, sperm-laden balls slapped flatly up against the helplessly upturned cheeks of her vainly resisting young buttocks.
"Oooohhhh, you bas-bastard she grated between clenched teeth, feeling her body film with pain-borne sweat. "You'll pay for this!" His long blood-engorged cock filled her cunt so tightly she could feel every tiny ridge and indentation as it ploughed itself snugly up into her cruelly stretched young belly.
The huge biker let his weight settle down on her, crushing her nakedly writhing buttocks further into the lewdly squeaking mattress and flattening her huge, brown-tipped breasts with his hairy chest. He flexed his penis gently, tensing it as hard as he could, curious to see what effect it would have on her. "How does that feel, baby?"
"Uuuugggh!" she groaned in response; then quickly checked her reaction, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.
"Like that, didn't ya?" he mocked, flexing it again to make her moan again. "How does it feel to have a man-sized cock up into that sweet little pussy?"
"Don't hurt me anymore, please," she cried tiredly.
"Hey, lady, don't be a quick shot, okay? We got miles to go yet." With that, he began a slow gentle rocking motion back and forth between her torturously stretched thighs. He could feel her tight young cuntal passage loosening up slightly with each successive stroke and he realized he was moving more freely now, meaning that her pussy walls had started secreting lubricants.
It wouldn't take long now, he assured himself as he fucked slowly, deliciously in and out between her seeping cunt hole, making sloshingly lewd noises from the damp friction. He had started her off well by sucking her cunt until, in spite of herself, she had begun to enjoy it. Now, once her pussy was used to having company and the soreness had passed, he would have her screaming like a little girl at a surprise birthday party!
To ravish and humiliate a girl was something any strong man could do; Pete wanted to transform this terrified, pain-wracked little woman into a raw squealing mass of panting lust. He wanted to see her squirming lustfully under him, her emotions coming from her cunt instead of her head, and he wanted to watch those mountainous tits of hers tremble and swell up with sexual excitement until they exploded on her chest. He wanted her long tapered legs locked voluntarily up around his back, her heels pounding on his ribs, her mouth babbling out words like 'fuck', 'suck', and 'cunt' when he emptied his balls up into her cock-filled belly.
He had sensed that hot sensual streak in her when first he'd laid eyes on her, even though it was camouflaged behind an arrogant disregard for manhood. Then when he had first pushed his tongue up her involuntarily flowering pussy and felt the first slow, but certain, pulsations of excitement begin, he had known that he was on the right track. Soon she would be snaking those white legs up behind his back and screaming for his cock.
Raising himself up on his hands and knees and fucking almost straight down into her so that the long hard length of his cock would slide directly across the tiny bud of her clitoris, he stepped up the pace.
Her groaning had stopped and that, he knew, meant the pain had stopped. Soon she would be groaning with delight, squealing and kicking her heels.
Ruth didn't know much about sex, but her female instincts let her know in no uncertain terms what was happening to her body. This battle was a psychological and physical one, and she was surrendering on both fronts. This amounted to more than a mere rape of her body and the young girl knew that the fierce biker wouldn't stop until he had conquered her emotionally as well. She couldn't concentrate on her hatred of him long enough to wipe out the lewd, licking flames of desire spreading through her fingertips and toes. Down the road she saw disaster, and that sent chills up and down her spine as the man's cock jabbed into her belly.
Lie still! she commanded her body, lay still and stiff. But the front ranks along her thighs twisted, jerked and trembled mutinously, despite her brain's firm orders not to submit. She groaned incessantly as his mouth slavered over hers, her tongue making tentative little return jabs into his tightly locked mouth.
The pain was gone, replaced by fire, filling her strangely masochistic sensations unlike anything she'd felt with Ricky. The pale, innocent angelic face was now distorted with devilish grimaces of desire. There was a moment of great tension as though she were teetering on the edge of a cliff and then she completely tumbled over the side! It was like falling or floating and the pain and tear down between her open legs seemed to have passed by a million light years ago. Her long, sleekly straining legs jerked and quivered wildly on either side of his heavily plunging rod of masculine flesh. Her eyes closed as though sleeping, but her legs were open wide in acceptance and her tongue worked its way persistently up into his mouth. Little bird-like cries of delight and intense pleasure twittered from her mouth.
Pete had plotted it every stroke of the way and he worked to reduce her to a quivering mass of over-stimulated female flesh, subtly shifting the rhythm of his hard, piston-like strokes. He fucked into her now with long smooth thrusts, withdrawing his heavily throbbing cock out almost to the lips of her cunt on the back stroke and then all the way to the depths of her womb on the forward stroke, searing so far into her that his heavy sperm-filled balls slapped heavily into her nakedly spread anal crevice each time he thrust himself forward.
Her body jolted with his fucking rhythm, twitching and writhing, her nostrils flaring and low hums of submission broke from her throat.
Lowering his chest onto her, her two hard little nipples dug hotly into his ticklishly hairy chest. His hands now free to work, he slipped them gently down over her soft smoothly working hips and cupped the firm tensed globes of her buttocks, taking one in each hand. Her buttocks flexed and moved sensuously now between his fingers and he yanked her loins even closer up to him, opening the crevice between her thighs wider and penetrating her torturously stretched young cunt to greater depths.
As with his hands he explored the mysteries up between her legs, one of his fingers passed lightly over the tiny, unprotected little circle of her anus, soft and warm to the touch. Two or three times he ran his finger over it, feeling her body jerk away each time he touched the sensitive, hairless little ring of private flesh. Then, sliding his finger toward her frantically straining pussy and feeling the hardness of his cock thrusting into her, he moistened it slightly in the wetness of her full flowing cuntal lips and teased it down again to the rhythmically flexing lips of her anus. Wetting it slightly with the sexual juices, he ground his finger in, feeling her anus stretch like a warm rubberband under the pressure. Up to the first knuckle it went, up into the sponginess.
"Oh, God, get your finger out of there!" groaned Ruth in protest, shocked at his brazen indecency. Couldn't he be content ravaging her vagina? Her cries of pain were music to Pete's ears and he wormed his finger into her more insistently, working it in as far as it would go and then rotating it around inside, widening and stretching the soft rubbery insides. Another finger followed the first and once again he felt the resistance drop away from her like a discarded coat. Like her pussy, her anus quickly adjusted to the unnatural intrusion.
Doubly penetrated, doubly humiliated, Ruth squirmed under the twin ravishment of her femaledom, screwing her rectum all the way down against the palm of his hand while her loins continued to dance and twist around the long impaling of his cock.
With the fingers of his other hand, he teasingly encircled the plunging hardness of his penis thrusting deeply into her pussy and found the hard, pulsating bud of her swollen clitoris. Pinching it softly between his thumb and forefinger, he teased it back and forth, milking it, bringing new cries of lust to her moaning lips. He fucked into her like a Black slave trying to please his white aristocratic mistress as he felt her pussy opening up to him, as if she wanted to take all of him up inside of her to smother and drown him in the wetness of her womb.
She was ready to cum and the heavily sweating biker fucked into her with all the strength he had, ramming wildly between her steaming open thighs and worming his fingers farther up into the hot buttery depths of her anus.
Up they went... her legs climbed higher on his muscular back, and unconsciously she spread them wide as they would go, clamping her heels around his ribcage to pull him deeper inside of her. The room echoed of the wicked sounds of grunts, groans, and the unmistakable slap of naked flesh smacking against naked flesh.
Ruth Monson had become the frail abducted woman responding to her virile captor ... loving him for his strength which made her all the more helpless and innocent. Could she help being overcome ... ? Could she help that his vast sexual experience had expertly won over her psyche? Her face was wildly contorted with her approaching orgasm, her tongue swirling crazily up into his mouth and her breasts seemed to grow even larger as their rock hard nipples bored into his chest like tiny spreading bullets.
"Ohohohohohohohoh!" she whimpered up into his hotly slavering lips as her moment of ecstasy drew near and he felt her bear trap cunt begin to contract and expand around his cock.
"Ready for it, ain't ya?" he gasped, quickening his stroke, wanting to make this a cum she would never forget, forever branding her soul.
Under his sweating mass, he felt her body lurch momentarily out of control as if she were in a convulsive fit and the muscles other pussy clawed and sucked at his insanely fucking cock, her pelvic bone smashing into his, bruising her thighs. She was panting like a runner at the end of the race and suddenly he knew that the end was in sight for him too.
And then, they came together, and it seemed for an instant that they were owners of the same body. Ruth could not for that moment distinguish exactly where his cock ended and her cunt began and her legs seemed to shoot into independent orgasms of their own. A deep searing sensation built up in her stomach and raced upward into her crazily swaying tits as she felt his testicles suddenly explode and begin to jerk down in the wide-split crevice of her open buttocks and his pent-up sperm squirted hotly into her womb, splashing hose-like against her cervix, the snakey tailed sperm worming their way up the receptive tubes of her womb.
"Ahhhhhhuuuggghhhh!!" the low, pagan-like groan escaped Pete's lips as she screamed out her fulfillment, begging him for more, telling him where he could shove that big hard cock! Then they ground into each other's mouths like animals in heat with their bodies jerking convulsively and nakedly against each other.
The spasm passed slowly and lasted a long time, as he finally emptied the last of his cum into her. Neither one of them moved as her sperm-filled vagina slowly relaxed and throbbed to a squeezing tightness around his deflating penis.
Slowly the fog cleared from Ruth's mind and left her with a feeling of confusion. No doubt she had been fucked; and that was the word, she had been fucked good and proper and waves of humiliation and regret washed over her. A short time ago she had risked breaking her neck running from him, and now she lay naked, panting, and satiated under his hulking, sweating body. He had raped her- taken her by force, ripped her iron-tight morality with his obscene gestures ... and what did she do? She had reacted like a two-bit whore, waving her thighs around in the air, using dirty words to coax him on, and forcing her tongue into his cunt-sweet mouth.
What to do now? She could hardly kick him out of her bed after a performance like that. Nothing the Reverend Monson instructed her had prepared her for a touchy moment such as this.
"Better get some rest, sweetheart," he said softly, pecking her on the cheek. "We got a long ride tomorrow."
"Yes, Pete," she responded submissively and he rolled away from between her open legs and pulled the sheet up over her naked body, covered now with steamy sweat and hot sperm from their explosive orgasm.
She lay silently in the dark, listening to Pete's heavy breathing. Every now and then a flash of light flickered through the open window, accompanied by the roar of motorcycles as one by one the bikers broke up the brawl downstairs and headed home to sober up for tomorrow's ride.
Soon there was a great quiet except for the soft brushing of a redwood bough against the shingled roof above her head. Resting her hand on Pete's muscular arm, she crawled up behind him and fell asleep.