Chapter 7
Sturgeon Bay Park was like a home away from home for Tanya Decker. The wind chopped waters lapped at the shoreline, the moon bursting spontaneously through a striated cloud cover.
Tanya entwined her long slender fingers in the prickly black hair on the nape of the older man who was sucking so voraciously at her pink-nippled breasts. "See... aren't they pretty titties?"
Bloater could only grunt his answer as he lifted his mouth from one puckered nipple to its twin, sucking and slavering over the firm mounds until his saliva sheened on them. Christ, what a gorgeous little hunk of ass! Shit, if old Sammie could see the four of us now, he'd a pack up and head on home to the rice paddies! Bloater's beefy hand slipped up to stroke the satiny white flesh of Tanya's upper thighs beneath her skirt.
"Ooooh, yesss!" she cooed. "Stick your finger in my cunt if you want!"
Almost cruelly now, the lumbering fat man grasped the narrow elastic-edged crotch band of her filmy panties, moving it to one side as he began to insert a fleshy finger into the trembling hot wetness of her vagina.
"Oh, Gawd! Shove it in me all the way to your elbow! Gawwwd!"
Her golden haloed head lolled dreamily on the back of the car seat as she reveled in the act of being sucked and fingered by a greasy looking mobster more than twice her age. It was weird and exciting and in her drug-hazed reality, wickedly beautiful. She wanted him to do things to her—wicked things! Her body was a canvas of goosebumps.
"Bloater... let's do something... evil!" Terry's Volkswagen was no where in sight and the idea of letting Bloater suck her breasts and finger bang her was not exciting enough.
"Like what?"
"Oh, God, I don't know," she mewled, hunching her gyrating pelvis up to meet his probing finger. "You decide."
Bloater could feel her tender cuntal flesh weeping around the muscles of his middle finger, clinging to it voraciously on the outstroke, parting delicately on the instroke as his thumb held her crotch band aside. A lewd grin bisected his flabby jowls. "So the little bitch wants to play rough, huh?" But do what? He could make her suck him off... he could fuck her in the ass. He could—
"I got it. Kid," he paused. "But I'm not sure you're gonna go for this, but I saw it in a stag film once. This couple went for a drive and picked up a hitchhiker, and—"
"You're out of your fucking mind, man! You wanna get me done in?"
Slowly, the fat man continued to saw his thick finger in the moist velvety of Tanya's cunt while she gasped out her joy. "Hey, nothing like that, kid," he smiled. "I could hide back in the trunk and I could hear what you said. I'd come popping out and crack...!—Get the picture?"
The idea began to settle in Tanya's drug-crazed mind. Swapping couples wasn't quite wild enough for her mood tonight. Yeah... let the hitchhiker ball her, and Bloater too, no doubt after the hitchhiker had finished with her... God, it was wild! Old Terry can fuck his nuts dry with that Chink...
She could feel her nipples tighten even more against the slobbering lickings of the fat man's warm wet tongue. Her clitoris swelled to the size of a cherry, scraping against the ravaging finger in her tender pussy.
The sleek white automobile nosed smoothly along a dimly lit stretch of wooded highway skirting the Bay. Always there was somebody with their thumb sticking out on this stretch of road-victims of broken down cars or someone trying to get to town.
"Sure you can handle this buggy?" Bloater inquired for the third time.
"Hey, listen..." Tanya giggled good naturedly. "If I can drive that rocket on wheels of Terry's, I can drive anything!"
Bloater braked to a halt and the two of them stepped out into the nippy night air. Tanya shivered against the chill, but Bloater had plenty of fat around his belly, insulation to warm him. "When I get into the trunk and shut it, you tell me how far to roll back so that it looks like its closed," cautioned Bloater. "I don't have no string or wire to hold it shut, so I'm gonna have to use my hand... so take her easy."
Sure, man... let me have the keys."
"They're in the car..."
Despite her excitement at doing something deliciously forbidden—the honey haired teenager could feel a tiny knot of anxiety churn in the pit of her belly. What if something went wrong? What if Bloater got locked in the trunk... what if...? Oh, shit... if I keep thinking negative something bad sure as hell might happen... The cold night air had sharpened her wits and she crawled in behind the wheel, listening to the deep throated purr of the car engine as she turned the key. She could hear the reassuring sounds of Bloater shuffling around in the back of the trunk as, biting her lower lip, she dropped the car into gear and stomped on the accelerator.
The tall pines lining the highway looked lonely and austere in the crisp October evening. A deer loping across the road stopped dead-still, blinded by the headlights. Tanya drove on, the thrill of expectancy ripe in her fifteen year old body. The headlights washed over the scenery as she rounded the corner and illuminated the black and red check of a hunter's wool jacket.
Tanya stomped on the brakes. The man wasn't hitchhiking but damn it, Tanya was ready for action.
"Hey, man. You look like you need help. Wanna lift?"
The hunter pushed back the bill of his cap. "Sweet of you... my car broke down back a ways... I was trying to get into town." In the cloudy, starless night the man had yet to lay eyes on Tanya's baby face until she leaned over to open the door for him and he saw for himself that this girl had no business behind a wheel.
"I'm Tanya. What's your name... hey you don't look familiar. Your not from Sturgeon are you?"
The forty two year old Chicago born insurance salesman turned weekend hunter stared at her. "John... just call me John."
His chauffeur giggled. "John, you wanna fuck me?"
The stranger who now shared the front seat with her stared at her with uncertainty, then broke into a toothy grin. "Sure... right... I suppose I'm on Candid Camera."
"Hey, I'm serious, John."
He gulped for an answer
"If you think I'm kidding, stick your hand between my legs and feel me!" she challenged brazenly
He did. She wasn't kidding. She wasn't wearing panties, either, and his cock lurched in his jeans as his fingers touched the soft down of her naked genitals. His fingers came away sticky.
"You're kinda young to be out picking up old men, aren't ya?"
"Do I feel young?"
His hand rested firmly on the smooth, heated flesh of her upper thigh, his little finger nestled in the thin crevice of her pussy slit. She was hot and wet. "Pull over!" Hell... wait till the guys back at the cabin hear about this!
Tanya was very familiar with this stretch of highway and she drove a quarter mile further down the road until she came to a look out point fringing the water. From the corner of her eye she could see the hunter staring at her, a strange glow in his dark eyes. It was weird and exciting and scary... and he kept moving his little finger against her pussy till she thought she'd orgasm right there at the wheel.
"This place okay for a quickie?"
"Sure thing, little girl." He was sweating.
Stretched out the hunter who called himself John was over six feet tall and thin, with a hook nose and a few scars where war-time shrapnel had chewed at his face. He looked as if he could fit into Simon Tucker's organization very well... save for the definite whiteness of his skin.
Tanya put the car in neutral, turned it off and stomped on the emergency brake pedal.
Shit, I can hardly feel guilty about this... the little bitch is beggin' for it. I'll make it real interesting... give her something to write about in her yearbook. His hands clawed down to his belt to pluck the squirrel bloodied Gerber knife from its leather sheath.
"Take your clothes off... NOW!"
The tip of the blood reddened knife glinted silver in the eerie light of the moon filtering spontaneously through the pines.
"H-Hey... what's the big... (choke)... idea?" she blustered. "I already told you, you could fuck me!"
"Strip!"
And in the trunk Bloater struggled futilely with the trunk latch. The last pothole Tanya had hit slammed the trunk lid down solidly. Houdini himself couldn't have gotten out of there! He was trapped and so was she. He could hear the conversation going on in the front seat, and felt beads of nervous sweat bead out on his wrinkled forehead. He'd better do something and fast! It'd be his ass if anything happened to the little sex machine while she was out with him. That punk ass Terry would hang me by the balls, the little shit... if anything happens to her!
Wondering where her help was, Tanya fumbled slowly the zipper on the side of her skirt. Her blouse was the first to come off and tossed recklessly in the back seat. Where the hell is Bloater?
"You got nice tits for a little kid," the hunter complimented, running his rough hand, over her naked chest, tweaking her nipples until they hurt. "Nice blonde hair too!" The squirrel hunter ran his hand-the one holding the knife-through her golden curls, "You ever get it in the ass, little girl?"
Bloater... where are you?
Bloater worked up a sweat, diligently prodding at the lock with a penknife, being careful not to make any noise. Who could tell what these crazy hunters would do. Bloody visions of the boss' son's girl friend with her throat slit from ear to ear ricocheted around in his mind-then her baby face was replaced by his own in that image. Bloater worked harder, faster... but the trunk was sealed like a drum—with little air!
"Nice stuff, ".the suddenly vicious squirrel hunter hissed, his hands preying over the frightened girl's cowering nakedness. "Now get in the back... on your belly!"
Tanya Decker had never been scared of anybody or anything in her fifteen years of life. The effects of the marijuana she'd smoked were so diminished by her fear, she was ragged with nerves. And that knife! My God, that knife caked with dried blood! Quickly, she clambered into the back seat and lay down on her stomach. John soon followed, after he had bent over to unlace his heavy hunting boots caked with mud. He owned a Cadillac himself and he hated people tracking mud in his car... and he needed those laces.
"W-What are you going to do to me?" she choked.
"I'm going to fuck that sweet little white ass of yours, honey," the lanky insurance salesman chortled joyfully. "You ever had it that way before?"
Oh, God, no... please no! she screamed silently. This can't be really happening?
But it was.
John worked quickly binding first her slender ankles and then her wrists with his bootlaces, pulling them so tight her hands turned numb.
"W-Why are you tying me up?" she asked, trying to hide her fear.
"All the better to fuck you," he snickered lewdly. "Besides, you're gonna scream that pretty little head off when I shove my prick up your ass. Now shut up!"
Oh, Christ!
"Kneel up, little girl."
"Huh?"
"I said, kneel up Goddamn it!" He slapped her hard on the buttocks. "Or am I gonna have to take a strap to your ass first?"
This was insane! She hadn't asked for this! Terry and she had given lots of hitchhikers lifts into town and nothing like this had ever happened. What could she do but pray. And where the hell was Bloater...
"That's a good girl. Now reach back with your hands and grab my cock!"
Her hands, cinched tightly together at the wrists behind her back strained backwards to grasp for the hunter's blood bloated cock, and felt it's sticky wet, rubbery length brush against her clawing finger. Timidly with her fingertips, she squeezed the bulbous head of it as if it were the rubber ball on a bicycle horn. It was big... very big!
The blood was pounding furiously in his temples now as he stared down glassy eyed at the succulent whiteness of her smooth buttocks quivering in fear before him. She was absolutely terrified, that much was obvious in the reluctant way she fingered his cock... like it was a snake or something repulsive.
"Y-You're too big... you'll kill me if you do it to me that way! Do it right, please do it right... it'll be more fun... and I'll give you head!"
Her buttocks, like her back and the rest of her naked flesh, were filming over with nervous perspiration, and she fairly sheened in the moonlight. His cock, flushed deep red in full blood-hardened erection stood out in the dark contrast to her paleness. The hunter reached down with one hand and peeled the thick foreskin back down over the red tip of his seeping cock, milking it back and forth to bring a huge dripping pearl of pre-coital moisture to the surface... the only lubrication she would get!
The hunter's breath was coming hot and labored as he parted her succulent buttocks with his thumbs, almost, as if he were splitting a peach. He could see the tiny pink opening to her anus clenched tightly, like a miniature fist, in the silvery light of the moon and, raising up off his haunches, he began to center himself at the opening of the tiny nether-ring between her whitely shimmering ass cheeks.
"Oh, please!" Tanya moaned out her final plea. "I—I'll do anything... I'll suck you!"
"Mmmmmm... thanks for the nice offer, later... later, little girl!"
In the trunk. Bloater panicked. I've got to get out of here before that stupid bastard kills her!
"AAaaauuuuhhh! Yyyoooouu'rree kiiilllliiinnngggrmmmeee!" Tanya screamed out her torture as the lanky hunter began to press his lust bloated penis against her cringing anus from behind.
He pushed with savage strength, never giving her a moment to accustom herself to his girth. His penis was so unbelievably thick! And so long, my God how long!? He pressed and pushed and battered his way into her buttery depths, feeling the puckering tightness of her anal opening fitting reluctantly down over the rim of his prick like a soft, hot collar oozing in another precious inch, and another and another...
"Please! Stopplease, stoppleasestop...!" she chanted in white hot agony, lying bound and doubled up with her face pressed down into the car seat.
He was in to the halfway point, and with still several thick inches left to go yet, her inner anal flesh clinging to his steel hard shaft like a coating of warm, sticky paint.
"You like that, little girl?" he teased wickedly. "You think that's pretty nice, do ya?"
Still he went on, despite her protests, even to the point where it was almost as painful for him as it was for her, because her anal muscles were fighting him so hard. He gripped her narrow waist sadistically in his bony fingers, feeling the tender pliant flesh ripple up between his knuckles. Her golden hair thrashed as she tossed her head about like a mad woman, moaning and groaning with the unbelievable agony of the assault.
Still, it wasn't enough. He wanted to hurt her bad. Real bad. Holding her hands behind her back with one hand, the hunter stripped off his wide leather belt with the other and looped it in half. By God he was going to do everything to this hot little cunt that he'd wanted to do to his nagging, bitching, frigid wife. What the hell... that's what vacations were for, right?
SMACK!
"Ow, God, what are you doing?"
SMACK!
"Oh, don't please! ... It..."
SMACK!
Tanya could feel blistering welts rising on the soft naked flesh of her buttocks almost as fast as he was spanking her with the belt.
SMACK!
His cock in to the hilt now, seemed to swell even thicker with her agony.
SMACK!
Tanya could feel every ridge of his swollen penis stuffed sausage-like into her rectum. She could feel the pulsing veins, wriggling like little worms, and every wrinkle...
SMACK!
Oh, God, I'll be scarred for life!
SMACK!
The hunter's eyes were rolled up in his head as he tossed the belt aside and clutched her tightly to him with his arms wrapped under her pain wracked young body, humping with the fury of a rabid dog, his long thick cock pumping in and out of her tortured anus. She was his! His to fuck and torment the way he'd wanted to with his cold assed wife... and no one would ever know.
He could feel the thinly stretched inner skin of her rectum clinging fast to his cock threatening to cut off all circulation to his pounding cock head It was like fucking a nun-only better.
"AAAaaauuggghhh... Y-You're ripping me apart!" Tanya groaned in real agony. Why... oh, God, why me?
Even in the faint light coming through the rear window, the perverted hunter could gee the purpling welts on her cream white ass flesh where the wide leather belt had bit into her skin. He felt a sense of infinite power ripple through his humping body, beginning deep in his sperm inflated balls, charging through his hairy loins, threatening to burst from his cock tip before he was mentally ready.
Gradually, slowing his pace, he gained control though maintaining the depth and viciousness of his earlier attack.
Tanya moaned out her tortured protests even though the pain of his initial rape was subsiding into a dull numbing throb that stoked her hopes that she might be able to live through this ordeal The welts, too, were becoming numb, and she gave silent thanks that she had survived thus far.
As Tanya regained some of her bearings she assayed the situation and her chance, for survival. There was no telling what this... this butcher was capable of and she couldn't shake the image of herself laying naked by the side of the road with her throat cut from ear to ear by that blood caked knife.
And Bloater... what the hell happened to him? She hoped he hadn't conked his head on something and passed out... or got trapped inside... or died of carbon monoxide poisoning. If he had, she was as good as dead too!
"How... do you... like it... now, little... girl!" the hunter panted between ever deepening strokes up between her straining buttocks. "It... ain't so bad... once you... relax... a little bit... is it?"
No, as much as she hated to admit it, it wasn't! In fact, if she weren't scared for her life, she might even learn to like it. It was still painful but it almost felt good, too... in a weird, masochistic sort of way. His seeping cock tip had wet her back there to the point that he could slide in and out of her ravaged anus without painful friction. And when Tanya wanted to concentrate on it, she could feel every lurid hot-ridged detail of his penis inside her rectal tract.
In the trunk, Bloater was getting desperate. More than his fear at getting done in for letting anything happen to Terry's girl friend, the fear of suffocation set in! In his panic, he was foolishly breathing large gulps of air more rapidly than it could filter in through the few oxygen seeping crevices around the trunk. Once or twice he had almost tripped the catch on the lock with his pen-knife only to let it slip in his anxiety. Caution was the word. Caution and silence. He could not panic. But the air... was getting... so hard... to breathe!
Beyond her own better judgment, the blonde-haired fifteen year old in the back seat began to hunch backwards onto the skewering length of cock hotly embedded in her anus. God, it does feel good! She panted silently. If only I wasn't so scared!
Her forehead rested on the seat of the car and she could feel the hunter's roughly mauling hands on her delicate, soft-nippled breasts, tweaking and pinching at their pink stiffness with savage disrespect for her comfort. Yet, despite-or was it because of?-his cruel treatment of her tender flesh, she found herself becoming increasingly aroused and churned her tightly gripping ass cheeks around with building fury, squirming and wiggling as best she could against her bonds. His lust bloated penis felt like a hot burning log shoved up her rectum... cruel, wicked and... wonderful!
"Oh, God," she hissed through passion clenched teeth. "Fuck me, man! Fuck my asshole!"
Tanya began to wonder, seriously, if it was possible for a girl to cum that way. His sperm filled balls slapping up against the wetly seeping slit of her aroused cunt was certainly helping her to think so. If only he could last long enough! Maybe if I please him, he'll let me go! Her head thrashed wildly then and Tanya was play acting now. She was positive she could cum from his sodomizing of her asshole. God, could she ever!
"Fuck my ass, man... Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it! Hurt me more if you want, I don't care... I love it, man. Fuck it!"
A lewd smile flickered across the hunter's craggy features as he burrowed in tightly for his final effort. As a last display of contempt, he wanted to leave her high and dry... unfinished... begging for it... right up to the time he strangled that pretty little neck of hers! The little bitch would rat to the cops and in a hick town like this, they'd find him in no time. Or maybe he'd cut her up a bit...
"Oh, fuck me, man! Fuck me. Fuck me, Fuck me!"
He could leave her body out there in the woods and it would be days before anyone stumbled onto it... by that time he'd be back in Chicago with the wifey and kids... no one would ever know!
"Oh, Fuck!" he screamed out suddenly. "I'm cumming!"
"Oh, no!" groaned Tanya beneath him, her lithe young buttocks writhing back onto his twisted, dripping penis in desperation. "Wait for me, man! WAIT FOR ME!"
It was too late. She could feel cum squirting, thick, hot and creamy deep within her cock stuffed rectum. Spurt after spurt after spurt of it. She felt like she'd been basted in it. She felt like it would come squirting out of her throat for lack of space. A pint at least...
Frustrated beyond belief, the nearly crying girl felt the stranger's penis begin to deflate like a punctured balloon, slipping from her torn rectum with a lewd plopping sound.
Oh, damn... he can't be through already... he just can't do this to me!
The demented hunter fell exhausted back on his haunches, his breath ragged. Quickly he picked his belt up from the floorboard and looped it over the sobbing teenager's golden head.
"W-What are you going to mmmffff!"
He cinched it tightly across her mouth, knotting it at the back of her head. "You're going to scream like hell when I carve my initials in that white ass of yours!" he chortled
"Is she?"
Oh, God, it's Bloater!
Like a bolt of lightning, the huge half breed's hand shot out to grab the hunter's scraggly hair through the open car window, jerking him back roughly, causing the muscles in his neck to stand out like telephone cords.
"H-Hey! W-What's going on?" he pleaded almost tearfully. "Are you a cop?"
Bloater hauled the hunter through the car window by his hair. In his warped lust, the hunter had not heard the panicked fat man when he'd kicked the trunk lid open in utter desperation. Now lying in a crumpled, shaking heap at the big man's polished wingtips, he fought the urge to run at the sight of the cold steel in the man's hand. He stared up at the gun barrel of a snub nosed .38
"Wh-What are you... going to do... to me?"
Bloater raised the gun slowly, aiming it between the insurance salesman's glistening eyes. A smile flickered across his thick, rubbery lips.
"No... please, please!"
Bloater had the hammer pulled half-way back, his index finger trembled on the trigger. He lowered the gun, moonlight gleaming on its barrel. Christ, he couldn't shoot the bastard with the girl in the car!
A. look of positive relief crossed the hunter's features as he realized he wasn't going to be shot... but that relief was short-lived.
Bloater's foot shot forward, kicking the man square in the mouth. Blood and teeth flew like popcorn against the immaculate white side of the car. He dropped over on his hands and knees, looking up just in time to see another kick coining towards his shattered face. He turned his head a little too late, and the second kick caught him in the neck below the ear.
"Oh, don't, God, Please... Mommy!" he begged.
The third kick broke his nose. It cracked loud like a snapping twig.
"Get the fuck outta here before I change my mind!" bellowed Bloater. "You're pretty tough with kids, huh?"
The broken hunter, balled up and moaning, lay immobile for long minutes before managing to crawl to his hands and knees and disappear into the woods with Bloater kicking his ass all the way into the bushes. When thorns stuck to his Hong Kong silk pant suit, he returned to the car and got inside.
"You okay, kid?"
"Mmmfff!"
"That crazy bastard was going to cut a piece out of you!"
"Mmmfff!"
He could see her bound nakedness huddled in the darkness on her hands and knees. Her lovely, dimpled moon white buttocks waved salaciously behind her. God, she was sexy tied up like that.
You gonna hate me, kid," he stammered thickly, running his rough hands over the soft smoothness of her naked buttocks. "But I gotta get me a little piece of this!"
Then, strangely, he could see her head bobbing up and down in the affirmative. Christ! The crazy hunter had really gotten her all frothed up!
Bloater reached down and removed the belt from around her head, but stopped before removing the rawhide laces that bound her wrists and ankles A thick pounding was beginning in the mushroom-like head of his cock.
"You want me to fuck you, kid?"
"Oh, yess... Please!"
The fat Mexican-Chinese unzipped his pants and pulled his blood heavy penis out into the open. He skinned the foreskin back and milked a pearl of slippery pre-cum to the surface.
"You sure, kid?"
"Oh, man, don't tease me!"
Slowly, reveling in the warm softness of her genitals, Bloater rubbed the thick head of his cock in the narrow slit between her legs, lightly dipping into the pink wetness to a shallow depth. Her painfully distended clitoris scraped against the underside of his heavy cock and caused her to moan out her pleasure at the electrifying contact.
"Oh, God, put it in," she begged. "Put it in!"
His massive hands, each nearly covering one bruised white cheek of her quivering buttocks squeezed tightly as he began to seep into her clasping young pussy. He could feel the soft teenage flesh-ridge between his tightly gripping fingers and he could see the inner slope of her ass cheeks glistening with the stranger's cum in the moonlight. A lewd thrill shot up his spine and his balls began to ache. Abruptly, he withdrew his bloated cock from Tanya's pussy and guided the head of it upwards to the rubbery hole of her anus.
"No not there, you idiot!" she squealed. "Put it back in my cunt. Oh, please, put it back!... AAauuuggghhhh!"
"Sorry, kiddo," Bloater gasped hoarsely, sinking his dripping fat cock another excruciating inch into her in-puckered, sperm-filled rectum. "I can't help myself!"