Chapter 7
"I wouldn't try to go anywhere, sister," Fred continued. "We've got you blocked in pretty good."
Lisa glanced over at the ominous form of the giant motor home blocking the road. Fred was right; they were hopelessly trapped.
"Why don't you ladies step out," he said. "I've got some friends of mine I'd like you to meet. You'll have to excuse their manners, though. You see, they're awful antsy 'cause they've been on the road for four and a half hours without a break." Suddenly Fred pushed the button of Lisa's door and helped her out. Before Susan had a chance to think, Bull was at her side of the cab, offering Susan the same "help" that Fred gave Lisa.
Bull saw Ron sitting in the front seat.
"You just be good, sonny boy, and you won't get hurt. Just follow us," Bull said.
"Don't you hurt him!" Lisa said as Fred brought her to the other side of the cab.
"So's he's yours, is he, lady?" Bull chortled.
"That's right!" Lisa said proudly.
"Very interesting," said Bull, "very interesting."
The two strong men "escorted" the two helpless wives to the gigantic motor home. Ron walked beside Bull, feeling very uneasy as the black man coldly stared at him. Fred opened the door and suddenly the threesome were inside an opulent, plush, leather and velvet environment.
The camper was decorated immaculately. A round, rich-looking water bed was in the center of the motor home, which could have passed for the pent-house apartment of a wealthy playboy.
Fred Stone and his friends were not wealthy playboys. Most of them were married men who had pooled their money together to buy this imagine piece of equipment. Fred and his friends had made arrangements with their wives that every year they could go on a week's vacation "with the boys" and the wives could go visit their mothers. It was an arrangement that worked out well, especially for the men.
Lisa nervously eyed the four other men beside Fred and Bull. She could hear heavy breathing and feel the uneasy pressure in the room as they stared right through her clothes!
The scene inside the motor home looked like something out of Dante s Inferno because of the weird, moody lighting. Hidden blue and red floodlights gave the room a hellish glow as if it were a remote torture chamber from the Spanish Inquisition.
The reality of the situation struck Lisa like a thunderclap; she, her son, and her best friend were utterly at the mercy of these men. They were miles from help, from civilization itself! No one would ever know what happened here!
Unthinkingly, Ron suddenly bolted for the door. He was grabbed by two men who tossed him into the gigantic arms of Bull. Bull glared at Ron with primal rage, then viciously punched him in the stomach.
Ron doubled over as if he had been shot with an elephant gun. His lungs, burned with the sudden sensation of having his breath knocked completely out of him and he sank painfully to the floor.
"Bastard!" Lisa yelled, and suddenly rushed the black giant.
Bull picked her up as though she were a doll and held her high over his head.
"You just relax, honey," he snorted, "or you'll get the same." He put her down. "Just stand over there and don't cause any trouble!"
Lisa walked ashamedly towards the slumped-over Ron and sat quietly beside him. She was quickly learning not to cross these sex-starved, desperate men.
"Come here, honey," Fred said to Susan. Susan didn't move.
Fred suddenly lunged towards her. He grabbed her in his burley, hairy arms, and struggled with her to the water bed.
"You go ahead and fight all you want, honey," Fred said. "I like it when they fight. It makes my cock harder!"
Susan winced as she heard this lewd remark. She had a lot of the fighter in her, but she wondered if she could keep off the liquor-crazed brute who stood above her on the bed.
She tried to get up, but Fred viciously slapped her pretty face and she wiggled in pain on the bed.
"You don't cooperate with old Fred," he sneered, "and they'll bury you out in the bushes!"
This threat jolted Susan to reality. Yes, they were going to work their lusts on her; there was no doubt about that! Any attempt to resist would just get her, Ron, and Lisa into more trouble. She clenched her teeth in firm resolve not to struggle anymore; it was useless.
Fred stood above her, his cold, bloated features highlighted in grisly relief in the bizarre, distorted lighting in the room. He could have been a sadist, greedily eyeing his victim, viciously plotting what horrors he would work on Susan's unprotected body.
He pulled her up to him, faced her away from him, and flung his tattooed, muscular arms around the tender melons of her girlish breasts. Susan smelled his liquor-stained breath as it billowed down her naked back and felt the forbidding lump in his pants as Fred ground his pelvis into the supple flesh of her rounded buttocks.
Fred felt his fast-hardening erection seated against the alluring cleavage of Susan's ass.
Although she was still wearing her snug-fitting jeans, it was as though she had nothing on at all, so tight was the fit.
"Oh yeah," Fred snorted, "I'm gonna love stickin' it to you!"
Lisa saw her friend held helpless by the cruelly grinning Fred. She wanted to help, regardless of the scene she had witnessed earlier today, for here was a situation over which Susan had absolutely no control!
Fred, licked the exposed, tan skin of Susan's back with his hot, thick tongue. His saliva quickly dried and left sticky, irritating white patches on her golden flesh.
He reached down to Susan's crotch with his calloused paw and salaciously pressed his palm against her pubic mound. He felt the fuzzy tuft of her pubic hairs beneath the tight-fitting jeans and laughed cruelly.
"Boy are we gonna have some fun!" he snorted.
What would these men do to her? Lisa fervently asked herself. What cruel, obscene thoughts were racing through their minds as they eyed her girlish, shapely body? Would she be able to survive? Would she "freak out" go crazy, have a nervous breakdown?
These fears were flung from Susan's mind as Fred violently and purposefully spun her around. He kissed her soulfully on her voluptuous warm mouth, burrowing his tongue hotly down her throat. Susan almost gagged from the breath of this lewd man; his breath stank of garlic and liquor.
Fred was becoming wildly aroused. He had not reckoned upon so fine a prize as the luscious, tan wife. He rudely zipped the flimsy garment of her bikini top from her breasts and exposed the ripe, fleshy melons of her nipple-peaked tits to full view.
There was audible gasps of awe and amazement from the men as they glared luridly at the crimson tips of her nipples and the fine-veined swells of her firm tits. It was as though they were gazing upon the eighth wonder of the world.
"Get a load of those knockers!" someone shouted. "I ain't never seen any like that no where!"
"Whewie!"
"Big as cantaloupe!"
"Like to suck those all night!"
"Love to plant my prick between 'em!" Susan had two weaknesses; one was that she was a born cocksucker, and two was that foul and lewd references to her own body stimulated her intensely. It was a bizarre quirk in her female personality that had been with her when she was a teenager. Try as she may to overcome this weakness, she could not. The sound of obscene references to her own body excited her tremendously, and at this very moment, she felt her cunt throbbing at the sound of the men's wicked utterances.
Fred's middle finger poked rudely into the shallow crater of Susan's navel and she pulled back in pain. Fred lewdly sneered at her.
"Don't you ever pull away from me, bitch!" he said, as he grabbed her by the shoulders. In one swift, deft move, Fred popped the buttons on Susan's hip-hugger cut-off jeans and unzipped her zipper, leaving exposed the whiteness of her soft panties. He slid his hand under the elastic band of her satiny underwear, and reached back with his free hand to roughly pull her cut-offs down the swelling curves of her buttocks. Susan's cut-offs fell loosely over her tan, curvaceous legs and covered her nude feet.
The stark contrast between Susan's nude dark, lusty skin and the virginal whiteness of her panties was intensely arousing to the group of liquor-laden men who glared at her menacingly in the dim light of the room.
Fred snorted and literally tore her panties from the feminish swells of her pelvis.
There was a moment of hushed silence as the men stood in true admiration of this perfect female specimen. She could have been a Spanish countess or a seductive gypsy girl, or an Egyptian enchantress. Her dark beauty definitely appealed to these crude, earthy men.
Suddenly Fred grabbed Susan by the sides of her soft, girlish pelvis. It was no problem for the unusually strong man to lift the wiggling girl into the air, as though he were a giant uprooting a tree. He held her high in the air for a few moments, her luscious body nakedly displayed for all the men to look at.
God! Lisa said to herself as she saw the shame and humiliation in her friend's eyes. It's like she was a piece of meat!
Fred crushed Susan flush against him, then he turned and twisted her delicious body so that suddenly Susan's thighs were salaciously straddled over his bulbous face and he had full and free access to the sweet-smelling fissure of her married pussy! Susan felt his hot, liquor-stained breath luridly trailing down the rubbery folds of her unprotected vagina, over the fleecy hairs of her cunt, and through the fleshy cleft of her firm, inverted buttocks. Fred now gripped her powerfully by the rich, swelling half moons of her asscheeks, his calloused fingers making crude, indentations on her girlish flesh. Fred breathed hard as his nostrils soaked in the pungent aroma of her genitals and her female scent caused his cock to throb with lust.
"How's it smell in there?" one of the men blurted out loudly.
"Like a goddamn rose!" Fred yelled. Susan felt the tight muscles in her belly constrict as Fred's hot, thick tongue made arousing contact with the pink, moist flesh of her unprotected pussy. Fred flattened his rough tongue lewdly against her ripe cuntal flesh and slowly laved its sandy surface against the rubbery folds of Susan's secret genitals. Fred felt the tensil muscles in Susan's buttocks buckle as his tongue struck a bull eye, and he knew, that somewhere inside this dark, beautiful girl dwelt a cock-hungry whore!
Yes, he was going to love fucking her. This one he would take his time with. He would work her over until she became a jiggling mass of molten flesh!
Fred's wicked tongue slid salaciously into the secret slit of Susan's pubic vee, and a long, gushing gasp of breath issued hotly from the naked wife's lungs.
Fred's stiffened forefinger came to rest on the puckered ring of Susan's pinkish anus. He probed rudely at her anal sphincter, then punishingly thrust his long, hard finger into the clasping sheath of her rectum!
"Ow!" Susan yelled.
"You go ahead and scream all you want, honey," Fred said. "I love it when they scream."
She felt his calloused finger buried in her anus and his long, untrimmed fingernail stabbed at the sensitive, rubbery skin of her private orifice.
Fred suddenly turned his attention to the inviting vee of Susan's crotch and burrowed his tongue hotly into the fleecy hairs of her pubis until it struck home . . . the pearl-like node of her hardened clitoris!
"Ungg!" Susan moaned, her long luxuriant hair touching the floor, and the melonish mounds of her womanish tits crushed rudely against the burly form of Fred.
Fred's tongue quiveringly encircled the nerve naked node of Susan's shining clitoris as his finger began moving slowly in and out of her naked asshole. The burning pain caused by Fred's invading digit was neutralized by the tingling spasms shooting through the heated belly of the hapless wife. Susan knew that sooner or later she would give in to this wanton assault on her body's most discrete openings. She could feel the walls of her tight little pussy throbbing in pagan response to the exquisite lavings of Fred's slithering tongue.
Susan was fighting her impulses desperately, trying to maintain her dignity in front of these strange men and Lisa and Ron, but Susan was losing the battle; her mind was no match for the animalish urgings of her own womanly body! Her nakedly-displayed asscheeks quivered convulsively as Fred's tongue lasciviously worried and teased the warm pinkness of her hair-fringed cunt.
Lisa was amazed to see Susan's taut, firm thighs hollow and swell as Susan began to grind her heated pelvis salaciously against Fred's face in a slow, undulating rhythm.
Susan knew she was losing the battle as she felt her own love-juices oozing through the liquid shaft of her cunt.
"Look at that 'lil ass shake!" A rough voice bellowed.
This obscene remark sent a shiver of true arousal pulsing deeply through the liquid heat of Susan's unguarded pussy, and the tiny, puckered mouth of her violated rectum quiveringly encircled Fred's moist, burrowing finger.
"Goddamn! Jesus Fucking Christ!" Susan yelled. "That's it, fuck my cunt, please, oh . . . your finger in my ass, feels so hot.. . so . . . so . . . GOOD!"
Lisa was amazed and aghast to hear these lurid utterances escape from the mouth of her friend. Lisa suddenly wondered if she herself would break down and perform like a prick-crazed slut before all of these men and her own sow! But, no, she told herself, she was strong, she could control her emotions. She would not let these liquor-sodden sex-fiends affect her in such a manner. She would fight them, fight them all the way!
Susan had broken into a steady, forceful rhythm, her thighs rode Fred's face with spasming, frantic convulsions as she closed her eyes and continued to utter foul and obscene words.
Suddenly, Fred withdrew his tongue from the quivering slit between Susan's married loins.
"Got you all primed up," he said to Susan . . .
. . . now it's time for some real action!"