Chapter 12
Larry Mapes sat on the chair in MaryAnn's cabin bedroom, smiling at the young woman's cowering form.
Goddamn, but the innocent-looking vixen was a beauty! Larry got a hard cock and an ache in his balls just looking at her. Especially the way a part of her magnificently rounded breasts showed behind the rips made in her robe and nightie. One of her shapely young legs showed provocatively through the front opening of her robe, giving Larry an enticing glimpse of white thigh. God, if she would just turn more directly toward him, open wide her thighs, hike up her nightie, he would be able to get a good look at her little pussy and its blonde patch of fleecy pubic hair.
Larry could even get excited by the way MaryAnn's rumpled hair drooped down across her forehead.
Larry's penis pounded with a dull ache that oozed into the depths of his cum-filled balls.
Damn, but Larry would have liked to get his cock up her now, rammed in so deep inside of her that she was all aquiver. Larry could easily picture how she would thrash and buck beneath him. He could hear her begging for more, too.
Larry, though, remembered that the three of them had agreed that it was probably best to have a hands-off policy-at least for the moment. Larry personally thought MaryAnn's story was a crock of bullshit. There was just no way Roman Crandale was going to turn over his cabin to little Goldy Locks here, when Roman had ordered the marijuana shipment moved in. Oh, he might have used the girl as kind of a cover; but, if that had been the case, Roman would have certainly clued MaryAnn in first. It had been obvious to everyone, after just the initial questioning, that MaryAnn didn't know crackers about the shipment waiting down in the plane.
So, where in the hell was Roman Crandale? It wasn't like Roman to not be where he had said he would be. Larry had dealt with Roman before, and there had never been any problems. And, this was the biggest deal yet, so....
"Where is your uncle, sweetheart?" Larry asked. The way he figured it, MaryAnn was just a babe who had happened along, found a deserted cabin, and had decided to take up housekeeping. There were plenty of broads out on the road, thumbing on the highways, divvying out their cunts for the price of a ride.
"I don't know where he is," MaryAnn answered. She didn't like the way Larry was looking at her. Larry was actually licking his chops like a goddamn animal. His lecherous gaze moved over her body like a creepy, crawly, living thing.
Who were these people? What did they want?
MaryAnn saw with disgust the huge bulge at Larry's trouser crotch. She turned away in humiliated revulsion.
"Your uncle was supposed to be here, honey," Larry said. "Just where do you suppose he is?"
"I don't know ... I don't know!" MaryAnn moaned, wishing she didn't sound as frightened as she really was.
MaryAnn wasn't sure she believed the story fabricated by these freaks. They were hardly the type of people her uncle would be associated with! But, how did she know that? She didn't know anything about Roman Crandale, did she? Karla was the one who knew so much about Roman. Where, by the way, was Karla? On the one hand, MaryAnn was glad that Karla wasn't there. MaryAnn having to undergo this wretched humiliation was quite enough without adding Karla to the bargain. On the other hand, there was some truth about misery loving company.
"And, please don't stare at me-like that!" MaryAnn said, finding Larry's lecherous leer unbearable.
"Stare at you-like what?" Larry asked innocently. He licked his thick lips suggestively.
A cry of utter despair escaped MaryAnn's tightly pursed lips. "What ... do you ... want?" her voice emerged shrill and strained. "What ... do ... you ... want?"
Goddamn it, Larry didn't care what the others said, this broad was just too juicy a morsel to pass up.
Larry got to his feet and crossed the room to the bed. He reached out for MaryAnn, grabbing her by her shoulders. His blunt nails dug cruelly into MaryAnn's soft, tender flesh. He gave her a good shaking.
MaryAnn squirmed and writhed, trying to escape Larry's repulsive grip; however, the only thing she succeeded in doing was making her robe slip even further open, revealing more of her tattered nightgown. The three intruders had ripped so much of MaryAnn's covering material during their initial attempts to restrain her, that MaryAnn had thought they were going to strip her naked.
"Oh, you bastard!" MaryAnn squealed. She was panting for breath, still trying to beat Larry off. Larry's hands had gotten freer, working into MaryAnn's robe.
OHHHHHH, THE WRETCHED FEEL OF HIS PA WING HANDS ON HER BODY!
"What are you so excited about, baby?" Larry asked, finally pulling back. "You trying to tell me you don't really want what I've got here for you in my pants?"
"YOU'RE AN ANIMAL!" MaryAnn shouted, trying her best to get her robe back around her. "YOU'RE A DAMN ANIMAL!"
"You like an animal, don't you?" Larry asked and smiled. It was his experience that the girls who protested the most were usually the ones who were really the most anxious to have at his cock. Yea, this little Miss sure as hell wasn't fooling him. As delectably young and innocent as she pretended, MaryAnn-the way Larry had it figured-had been away from momma and daddy long enough to know what she had to do to pay her way in the world.
"Get out!" MaryAnn squealed. "You're despicable!"
"You know, baby, it might be to your advantage to be good to Larry here. You know? Because you're in a heap of big trouble; and, you're going to need all the friends you can get. You do know what Marsha and Cary want to do with you, don't you?"
MaryAnn's eyes went wide with horror. No, she didn't know what the other two wanted to do with her. Nor was she really all that sure that she wanted to hear.
Larry pointed at MaryAnn with his right index finger and then drew that finger slowly across his throat.
MaryAnn gave a long, low, exhalation of breath. "Yep!" Larry confirmed with a wide smile. "You guessed it."
"But, that's crazy!" MaryAnn said, thinking Larry HAD to be trying to scare her. "Why would they want to kill me?"
"You can identify us, honey," Larry said.
"Identify you to whom?"
"To the police, honey. To the narcs."
"Narcs?"
The way she said it led Larry to suspect that MaryAnn was really trying to pull his leg. Christ, everyone knew what a narc-a narcotic agent-was. Hell, anyone who watched television knew that much. Who in the hell was this little-Miss-Innocent trying to fool?
"Honey, where's your uncle?" Larry asked again. "That is if Roman Crandale even is your uncle."
"Why would I lie?" MaryAnn asked, her mind flashing with the image of how Larry had made the cut-throat motion a minute before.
"Honey, that's what we'd all like to know. Because, we all are very, very nervous about finding you here instead of Roman. Honey, I don't think you know just how worried we all really are."
"But, I don't know anything!" MaryAnn insisted.
"Says you," Larry answered. "And, I sure as hell don't trust you in the least."
"Look," MaryAnn said, feeling really frightened, so frightened that she was suddenly desperate, "you let me go, and I'll do anything you want. You know? Anything!"
"Honey, the way I got it figured, you're going to do anything I want, whether I let you go or not. Understand?"
Larry's hand shot out, seizing MaryAnn's robe and part of her flannel nightie. With one swift motion, he ripped the robe and the nightie alike. The creamy flesh of MaryAnn's breasts came spilling out through the breach.
Larry gave another pull that sent more flannel to ripping en route to MaryAnn's crotch.
"No, please!" MaryAnn moaned, as she felt Larry pulling off her robe and hurting her shoulders in the process. "Pleeeeeeeez!"
MaryAnn's robe came off. Larry gobbled the material into a ball and tossed it to a far corner. MaryAnn's arms immediately had crossed over her breasts, trying unsuccessfully to hide what ripped flannel and removed robe had revealed.
Larry stepped back and smiled. He was really turned on by this broad's lily-pure act. He really was. It was almost as exciting as the other end of the pole-where there were people like Marsha baiting him for sex. Marsha now was the woman-of-the-world type: the knowledgeable whore who had been through it all; the tie-me-up-and-do-anything-you-want-to-me-and-ril-thank-you-in-the-morning broad. But, MaryAnn was a turn-on, too. Hell, the way she was acting, you would have thought she was still a virgin.
"Look, honey, I've got a real treat in store for you," Larry said, beginning his struggle out of his pants. He quickly unbuckled his belt, unzipped his trousers, easing his pants and cotton underpants down over his hips. His huge, bone-hard prick sprung free, stiff as a pole, its rubbery swollen head oozing drops of lubricating oil.
MaryAnn gasped in terror. Good God, his cock was huge! She hadn't seen anything to compare with it, except maybe Tony Quantos' cock which MaryAnn had seen when Tony had been stripped naked at the swimming hole.
Larry followed MaryAnn's glance down to his cock. MaryAnn was looking at his cock as if she had never seen a cock before in her life. She was one damned little actress! But, then, her surprise wasn't all that unusual, was it? Plenty of broads, who had been fucked by a hundred different cocks, had gone all wide-eyed upon seeing what Larry had to offer them.
"See, honey," Larry said, dropping his right hand to his cock and aiming its pulpy head in MaryAnn's direction. "Here you've got eleven inches to give you pleasure. And, I'm going to do you one hell of a big favor and let you have it all."
MaryAnn's mouth came open; but, she couldn't seem to get out any sound except for a low croak. The young woman stiffened as Larry walked his cock closer to her. MaryAnn shirked away from the man and his monster meatiness.
I'll do anything ... ANYTHING ... if you'll just let me go," MaryAnn pleaded. "Oh, God, please don't rape me!"
"You know this virgin act of yours is really getting me excited," Larry said. "So, if you want to keep up with it, you go right ahead. Because, in the end, it isn't going to change anything. Not ... one ... damn ... thing."
Larry put a hand to each of MaryAnn's shoulders, his fingers digging deeply into the creamy whiteness. With a forceful shove, he pushed MaryAnn back on the bed, and he lowered his body right down on top of her fallen form. His eyes were dilated with lust, his mouth twisted in a lustful grin.
"Ohhhhhhh!" MaryAnn groaned, feeling his oppressive weight nailing her to the mattress. She gave yet another groan, this one trailing off to a shrill squeal that relayed the hopelessness of her situation. And, MaryAnn did feel hopeless. Her eyes filled with tears that flowed down and over her cheeks.
Larry bent his head to MaryAnn's, his lips anchoring wetly over the girl's closed mouth. He forced his tongue between MaryAnn's feebly resisting lips.
MaryAnn continued her struggles to be free, knowing that if she didn't struggle this pervert would take her while she docilely accepted her fate. Well, damn it, scared out of her wits or not, MaryAnn wasn't going to let this bastard plow her virgin cunt without a battle! If she hadn't given her cherry pussy to any guys at school-guys a damned more attractive than this freak was-then, by Christ, she wasn't about to offer up on a silver platter her most precious possession to this shit!
But MaryAnn's struggling did little more than excite Larry's passions to even greater intensity. Larry liked his women to put up a fight-even when he knew they were just faking it. MaryAnn now, as far as Larry was concerned, put up a better fake battle than most. But in spite of her fighting, in spite of her tears (Larry especially liked that added touch), in spite of all MaryAnn's squeals of protest, Larry knew that MaryAnn was really just dying to know the feel of his stiff prick rammed to his balls up her clutching pussy.
Finally the last of MaryAnn's strength seemed to drain away. She was forced to submit weakly. She was forced to lie there, sobbing softly, while Larry's hands roamed at will over MaryAnn's vulnerable body.
Larry stroked her neck, her throat, the soft and naked flesh showing through the torn flannel of MaryAnn's night shift.
Larry became frustrated by those few strips of flannel that still clung to MaryAnn's body. In a final effort to dispense with them completely, Larry took two large handf uls of the material and yanked. A fissure in the nightgown opened up that completed the rip all of the way down through the hem. Larry then peeled back the two edges of the tear like a hungry man peeling open the skin of a banana.
MaryAnn's large breasts, which were now exposed, except for her hands which tried valiantly to protect them, were the object of Larry's latest lecherous gaze. Larry soon had MaryAnn's hands pulled aside and pinned down beside the girl's flanks.
Larry's hot and hungry lips ran down the length of MaryAnn's cleavage. He licked back up over the lower swell of her left breast, his teeth savagely fastening on the small bud of MaryAnn's nipple.
"Eeeeeeiiiiiii!" MaryAnn squealed in pain. She began a feeble struggle again, her naked flesh writhing helplessly against Larry's brawn.
"Yea ... keep on struggling, honey," Larry told her. "It makes it good. It makes it real good."
What Larry figured he had here was one of those broads who never got her jollies off UNLESS she halfway convinced even herself that she was getting raped. Larry didn't know just what there was about rape that could get some women just as turned on as the men who were doing it.
"Please, stop! Please, stop!" MaryAnn moaned, unable to suppress an accompanying sob. "Oh, please, don't do this! Please!"
"Don't bullshit me, baby," Larry answered, his voice gone gravelly with his spiraling lust. "You know you want to be raped, don't you? Want my big prick shoved to its cum-bulged nuts up your pussy. Don't you? Don't you?"
"Nooooooooooo!" MaryAnn groaned. "Qh, dear God, nooooooo!"
Larry bent his head again. This time his thick lips roamed moistly over the total snowy whiteness of both heaving breasts. He teased MaryAnn's hips. His palms suddenly cupped the twin half moons of MaryAnn's deliciously rounded buttocks.
Larry's touch was doing strange things to MaryAnn's body. MaryAnn was experiencing a certain type of inexplicable pleasure that swelled despite all of MaryAnn's conscious efforts to control it.
JESUS, GOD, SHE WAS BEING RAPED! HOW COULD THERE POSSIBLY BE ANY PLEASURE!
MaryAnn made no effort to stop Larry's hand as it sought out the thin, softly curling strands of pubic hair on MaryAnn's lower belly. Did MaryAnn know that any attempts to stop Larry's wanton caresses would be of no use whatsoever? Or, was she somehow obliging a decidedly perverted need somewhere inside of her that continued to thrill with the very obsceneness of the liberties this filthy animal was taking with her person?
Larry's fingers roamed deliciously into the narrow slice of MaryAnn's pussy. His search teasingly went into the warmth of that crack between MaryAnn's creamy thighs....
"AAAaaaahhhhhhhhhh!" ... finding MaryAnn's budded clitoris.... "Eeeeee ... ohhhhhh ... eeeeiiiiiiii!" ... stroking it, massaging it, coaxing it into an even more powerful erection.
Larry suddenly slipped his fingers out of MaryAnn's cunt, coming to a kneeling position between MaryAnn's open legs.
"Liked that, didn't you, honey?" Larry asked, knowing that no matter what MaryAnn answered, Larry knew the real answer. Oh, yes, he knew! He'd had enough broads in his time to know the ones who were really turned on by these little precoital sex games.
MaryAnn, though, was so beset by the reality of her pervertedly hopeless situation, that she didn't answer anything. She kept thinking of how Karla would somehow miraculously be soon appearing on the scene, rescuing MaryAnn from these degenerates' clutches. And, wasn't that a nice bit of wishful thinking? Because, how was one more woman going to be of any help when-somewhere-there was another man and another woman ready to take Karla on and subdue her?
Roughly, Larry pulled MaryAnn's thighs even wider apart. He hunched his head toward the vee formed by the meeting of MaryAnn's creamy thighs.
And MaryAnn, somehow divining what perversion this freak was now preparing to perform, let out a squealing cry of protest. She thrashed out. She flailed her arms and continued to do so until complete exhaustion again overtook her.
Larry held MaryAnn under control, well aware of the advantage his superior strength gave him. He held his head poised within inches of MaryAnn's gyrating loins, his breath hot enough to warm the flesh down beneath the blowing wisps of curly pubic hair.
When MaryAnn laid back at last, limp and unresisting, Larry licked his lips: his tongue brushing through MaryAnn's blonde pubic thatch.
Larry's fingers dropped down to MaryAnn's cunt, playing with her hair-fringed pussy lips, making the cunt opening move, go oval, yawn. Larry watched as his ministrations caused MaryAnn's cunt to drool a wet-warm mess of clear lubricant that beaded within MaryAnn's pubic bush.
"Ohhhhh, nooooo!" MaryAnn moaned in shame as Larry's fingers once again pried her pussy open so far as to expose the pink-raw interior that glistened beyond the doorway.
"Baby, that does look good," Larry said, punctuating with an appreciative grunt. He then dropped his head the rest of the way down, his lips going leech-like to the open crack of MaryAnn's spread crotch.
"OH, DEAR GOD!" MaryAnn grunted loudly, as strange sensations careened throughout her body.
WHAT WAS THIS PERVERTED BASTARD DOING: OH, JESUS; IT WAS SICK! SICK! SICK!
And, MaryAnn's mind was flashing with the sight of how it had been when Tony had been kneeling before Karla, his tongue buried up Karla's hairy cunt.
Larry's tongue flicked out, dragging wet taste buds along the pouted lips of MaryAnn's cunt to taste of her delicious female juices. Then, rolling his tongue, Larry darted it lizard-like into the throbbing pussy cavern.
"Ohhhhhh, God ... ohhhhhhh ... nooooooo ... damn ... dear, God ... help ... Christ ... HELP!" MaryAnn cried out, as lewd, deliciously obscene sensations joined others already racing through her. Her body was suddenly tingling with a mad, all-consuming passion that MaryAnn was at a complete loss to explain. In fact, the continued prescence of any passion whatsoever made MaryAnn guilty in the extreme. She had to keep reminding herself over and over again that there could be no pleasure in rape.
Anyway, there SHOULD HAVE BEEN no pleasure in rape. What normal woman could actually find any enjoyment in this ultimate degradation?
Was MaryAnn, then, only imagining the pleasure? If so, even the imagining was a slap in the face to all that decent women everywhere stood for.
Still, helpless to control herself, MaryAnn felt more primitive control centers than her brain moving to jerk her legs open even wider.
Larry ran his tongue up and down along the thin virgin furrow, not yet realizing that the juices he was sampling had been tasted by no other man before him. Larry only knew that what he was eating was good-damn good!-possibly the best goddamn pussy he had ever gone down on.
Larry's tongue probed, explored, located the tiny bud of MaryAnn's clitoris. Larry's tongue took up where his fingers had so recently left off. With an experienced curving lick of his tongue, Larry orally caressed MaryAnn's quivering little erection.
"Ooooooeeeeeeiiiiii!" MaryAnn groaned, agonizing still in the existing pleasure. She was convinced that a strong denial of the ecstasy would make the elements of enjoyment cease. She was mortified that she apparently didn't have the strength of character necessary to destroy each and every seed of pleasure that had somehow-certainly against her will-taken root inside of her.
Larry's mouth pressed in closer, suctioning ovar the hardened flesh of MaryAnn's clitoris that was straining against his flicking tongue.
Larry was breathing hard with his own passion. His grunts of hot air were but further stimulation to the clitoris which throbbed with a heartbeat all its own.
MaryAnn arched upward on the bed. Somehow, somewhere, she had gotten a sudden burst of energy that she hoped would miraculously free her from this monster whose lips were suctioned to her cunt. But, like all the other times, MaryAnn too quickly was forced into the admission that all was lost. What more could she do than slump back once again to the bed, while Larry continued his maddening licks of MaryAnn's juicy, hair-fringed cunt.
Larry's tongue kept right on slithering in and out of MaryAnn's cunt, round and round MaryAnn's clitoris. His saliva mingled with MaryAnn's leaked juices; the total mess drenching the young woman's tongue-violated pussy.
Suddenly, Larry hooked his arms down beneath MaryAnn's legs and lifted. As MaryAnn's knees came up and back, Larry's tongue was licking downward along the girl's cunt and all of the way into the crease of her ass.
"Ohhhhh!" MaryAnn groaned once again, shuddering with the knowledge that this man's tongue had been places and done things to her that were abominable beyond description. How would she ever be able to look at herself in the mirror again and not recall this obscenity?
And in that forest glen, beside the stream, Tony Quantos, on his knees before Karla, had buried his tongue to its roots up Karla's cunt. And Karla-MARYANN'S OWN SISTER-had begged Tony to eat her ... eat her ... eat her!
Well, by God, MaryAnn refused to succumb to the forbidden temptations that were enticing her to lose hold of her respect and dignity! MaryAnn simply refused to sink to the perverted depths visited by her sister, by Tony Quantos, and by this degenerate who was now....
"AAAAAGGGRRREEEIIIOOOAAAHH!"
MaryAnn sounded, actually unable to believe that such a guttural and animalistic bellow had somehow forced its way from between her own lips.
Larry finally pulled his face away from MaryAnn's cuntal vee, scooting so that MaryAnn's legs rode higher on his elevating shoulders.
"Hot bitch ... hot bitch ... hot bitch," Larry chanted. "Aching for it, aren't you doll? Just aching for it, aren't you?"
"Nooooooooooo!" MaryAnn squealed, refusing to give an inch. She was so caught up in her mental struggle to resist that she wasn't yet fully aware that Larry was no longer concerned with giving MaryAnn pleasure with his tongue.
Larry, in fact, now had in mind to feed MaryAnn's pussy something far more substantial than wet-warm tongue. With a triumphal gleam in his passion-dilated eyes, he fisted his slimy cock with his right hand and, kneeling up between MaryAnn's lewdly splayed thighs, he guided his cock head right to the spit-drenched crease that halved the sexual vee between MaryAnn's legs.
The contact of pulpy cock head against a pussy mouth which had never before felt male cock affected MaryAnn in a way she could never have thought possible. It was almost as if someone had touched a live wire to MaryAnn's sensitive cunt lips. The young woman's whole body went stiff. She was convulsed with such shivers that her teeth actually clattered together.
"Yea, you're ready, honey," Larry said, increasing his own pleasure by temporarily delaying for a few seconds longer the insertion of his cock into the juicy depths of MaryAnn's cunt. He ran his cock head back and forth ... up and down ... along the slice of MaryAnn's virginal cleft. His leaking pre-seminal juices mingled with his spit and with MaryAnn's natural lubricant. MaryAnn's hair-fringed cunt mouth looked as if it were slicked with lip gloss.
COCK! MY GOD, THE PERVERT ACTUALLY HAD HIS COCK ... ON ... HER ... PUSSY!
"No ... NO ... NOOOOO!" MaryAnn wailed, her hips rocking to keep Larry's prick out of alignment. She couldn't allow this to happen! God couldn't allow this to happen! Somehow she or God would find a way to stop it! Somewhere...."Ughhhhhh!"
HE'D STARTED! OH, GOD, HE'D STARTED! HE HAD ACTUALLY FORCED HER CUNT LIPS OPEN AND HAD FORCED SOMETHING KNOB-LIKE (OH, JESUS!), IN THROUGH THE STRETCHED DOORWAY!
Larry was surprised by just how tight MaryAnn's cunt was. Granted, he had known some tight-pussied women in his time, but this broad came about as close to being the fabled virgin chamber as Larry had found in one hell of a long time. MaryAnn's pussy lips were more like the jaws of a vise. Larry had a sudden spasm of pleasure-pain caused by an exceptionally forceful contraction of MaryAnn's cuntal mouth around Larry's inserted cock head. The squeezing was so intense that Larry had sudden visions of his cock corona actually being decapitated from his thick, cock neck.
"Ohhhhh, baby," Larry grunted, gritting his teeth, wondering if he was actually going to be able to get all of his cock into this woman's narrow crack.
Yet, even then, Larry didn't know that he was about to fuck virgin cunt.
There was just no way he could have imagined finding a virgin in Roman Crandale's cabin. Even if MaryAnn were Roman's niece-which Larry never for a moment believed-he still wouldn't have believed her virgin. Larry, unfortunately (or, possibly fortunately) for MaryAnn, had simply never had that much contact with unpromiscuous girls and women to recognize a complete innocent when he saw one.
"Oh ... you ... are ... TOO BIG!" MaryAnn grunted as Larry tried unsuccessfully to plug more of his thick cock up MaryAnn's cunt.
"Come on, baby, relax," Larry said. His hands had gone claw-like on MaryAnn's ass cheeks, trying to pull her cunt up around his cock while simultaneously trying to drive his prick to the pinkish inner depths of MaryAnn's vagina.
Larry's fat cock head, though, was temporarily stuck right where it was. Despite the profuse lubrication, all of Larry's persistence did nothing-at least for the moment-but make his stiff cock bow painfully, forcing an arch between his cock roots and his cock head.
"Damn it, relax!" Larry commanded, getting angry that MaryAnn wasn't being cooperative. Goddamn, there was a time for a broad to play her silly games; and there was a time for her to get down to the business at hand. Larry, after all, had done his part, hadn't he? Sure as hell he had! He'd not just hopped on her like some novice. He had teased her along, given her a real workout with his fingers and with his tongue. And, now it was time, goddamn it, for MaryAnn to show a little appreciation for his efforts. Because, Larry certainly hadn't needed to play fair. He could have just jumped on and shoved in before MaryAnn's cunt had been prepared to take him.
"Come on, damn it!" Larry said, pressing his hips down even harder. He was firmly convinced that the only thing that was keeping him from a successful insertion was MaryAnn's sadistic desire to keep him out. "Fair is fair, baby. Goddamn it, fair is fair."
Unknown to Larry, MaryAnn-at that particular moment-would have been more than willing to have all of Larry's cock rammed inside of her if ... IF ... that would somehow have eliminated the pain MaryAnn was then feeling as a result of Larry's brutal attempts to force entrance. For the moment, all aspects of pleasure were completely gone; and MaryAnn was no longer wondering how she could be experiencing any ecstasy-BECAUSE THERE WAS NONE!
"Ohhhhh ... you're too big! Too big! Too big!" MaryAnn groaned. Her whole lower body was in flaming agony. Her cunt ached all of the way through to her ass hole. Her muscles twitched up and down along the length of her thighs. She reached her hands up around Larry's back. Without thinking, she dug her fingers in-hard and deep.
"Aaagghhh, you bitch!" Larry growled. But, he so needed his cock buried up MaryAnn's cunt that he still continued to put it there, despite his pain.
Larry bucked his hips; MaryAnn rocked her hips. As a result, Larry's cock went not in but-quite the opposite-popped out.
"You goddamn, unappreciative bitch!" Larry said. He slapped away MaryAnn's clawing hands; and he further vented his fury by delivering a backhand across MaryAnn's face. There was a resulting loud smack of flesh colliding with flesh.
"Ugh!" MaryAnn grunted. The blow to her face had hurt, but it hurt nothing like the pain she had been experiencing with Larry's rigid stiffness brutally trying for entrance up her cunt.
But, MaryAnn's relief-such as it was-was only temporary. Because, Larry had no intentions of letting this bitch get the best of him. He was more determined now than ever to get his total prick buried to its roots up the clutching maw of MaryAnn's pussy.
Larry hit MaryAnn again-just for good measure. He wanted to discourage her from using those damned claws of hers. He didn't mind a little pain; but, sweet Jesus, she had been taking after him with a holy vengeance. He bet she had really left him with welts. His skin was still burning where she had scratched him.
Larry used his hands to roughly splay MaryAnn's thighs to their limits. He then fisted his cock and leaned to put its pulpy head right back to the crack slicing the vee between MaryAnn's creamy thighs.
"Jesus ... Jesus ... no ... NO!" MaryAnn groaned, by now familiar enough with the feel of cock head on her cunt to easily recognize it.
MaryAnn tried to clamp her legs shut, but she couldn't: Larry's body being in the way.
"Relax, bitch, or I'll rip you!" Larry threatened. By God, he was through playing games. "I'll rip that cunt of yours from stem to stern and keep on fucking until the pit is big enough to take an elephant."
With a powerful thrust, Larry flicked his hips forward. His cock head penetrated into MaryAnn's cunt as far as her hymen. The membrane stretched but didn't tear.
MaryAnn felt as if Larry's huge and fleshy shaft had done what Larry had promised: split her cunt along its seams. She had pain to the very center of her being. From that center of torment, located deep down in her lower cunt, great waves of agony shuddered into the rest of her body. One final time, she put up a vain attempt to save herself from this ultimate humiliation.
But Larry-this time-wasn't about to be denied. He was going to succeed or break his cock in trying. Larry's hips came slamming forward. His cock bent, bent more, continued to bend until it had almost folded back on itself, like a snake swallowing its own tail. Then, quite suddenly, the cock went straight, its head spearing deep into MaryAnn's hymen and ripping through it. Where it had taken Larry long minutes to get just as far as MaryAnn's hymen, he had achieved the rest of the trip in mere seconds. Just suddenly, after all of the effort, Larry was home free. Yes, by God, he was shoved in to his cum-bulged nuts. His pubic hair was mingling with MaryAnn's.
"Oh, sweet, sweet, Jesus!" Larry moaned as soon as his surprise had lowered to the point where he could once again find his voice. MaryAnn's cunt was so tight, Larry felt as if his cock had been squeezed to half its circumference and twice its original length.
MaryAnn was emitting undecipherable sounds: animalistic grunts, guttural groans. She was feeling filled like she had never felt filled before. Larry's stiff cock seemed to occupy every last part of her insides, pressing out against the soft, ridged flesh of her pussy.
Larry, leaving his cock in deep, raised his upper body, staring triumphantly down into MaryAnn's flushed face. MaryAnn wasn't looking at him though. Her eyes were shut. Her lips trembled as she tried desperately to stifle her sobs.
Larry partially withdrew to the accompaniment of a long wail of pain that exited from MaryAnn's throat. Larry then fucked deep into MaryAnn's cunt once more. Larry came out again, pausing where Mary-Ann's pussy lips reached that part halfway between Larry's cock head and his cock balls.
"Love it, don't you, baby?" Larry asked. He didn't yet realize that part of the juices then bubbling around his cock inside of MaryAnn's cunt was the girl's virginal blood.
When MaryAnn didn't answer, Larry asked the question yet a second time. His somewhat brutal tone left no doubt that he expected an answer-in the affirmative.
"Y-yes ... y-yes," MaryAnn somehow managed. She would have said ANYTHING at that point to end her horror, end her pain.
"Yes, what, baby?" Larry asked, waiting to hear MaryAnn admit what he had known all along. "Like it, don't you? You're just one of those broads who like it a little rough. Getting it rough makes it better, doesn't it?"
"No ... o ... o!" MaryAnn groaned.
"No?" Larry asked; and, there was a hint of displeasure in his voice that told MaryAnn that it was time they both started playing the game his way; although, Larry actually didn't think they were game-playing at all any longer. What he wanted to hear from MaryAnn was the truth-as Larry saw it.
"Oh, Jesus ... oh, Jesus," MaryAnn mumbled, relieved to realize that the pain had reached its zenith and was somehow (was it all in her mind?) beginning to wane.
"You want all of my cock, don't you, baby?" Larry asked. "Come on and admit it."
"Y-yes. Yes. Jesus, yes!" MaryAnn said, wondering at how the agony was diminishing. She had actually been more comfortable with the pain than she was with its passing. Pain, after all, was something she should have been experiencing during her rape. Pain, therefore, was something MaryAnn could comprehend, where she couldn't possibly comprehend pleasure-even in small amounts-under these grotesque circumstances.
"Yes, sure you want it," Larry affirmed. "Sure, you do. And what's more, big-cock Larry here is going to give it to you."
Larry's cock slid once more into its balls. His scrotum slapped obscenely against MaryAnn's upturned buttocks.
"Ohhhhhh!" MaryAnn sighed helplessly as Larry's cock stirred its stiff hulk up her vagina, leaving a gushing of oily pre-seminal juices to soothe her tattered and bruised cuntal walls.
"Oh, baby, you're tight ... you're tight ... you're tight," Larry grunted, mentally telling himself that he was scheduled for an early eruption if he couldn't find someway to mentally counteract the physical snugness MaryAnn's pussy was exerting against the outside of Larry's bone-hard penis tube.
Goddamn if the girl hadn't managed to keep her cunt muscles in tip-top shape! Getting jabbed inside of her was more than worth the sizable effort it had taken Larry to get there.
Larry pulled his cock to its head again, feeling the delicious masturbatory drag of his loose outer cock flesh gliding over his solid inner cock core.
"Tell me again how badly you want my prick, baby," Larry said, holding his cock so that just its fat and bulbous head was being gummed by MaryAnn's pussy jaws.
"Ohhhh ... ohhhhh ... ohhhhh!" MaryAnn moaned in reply, her head lolling to one side in complete and abject humiliation. Tears continued to stream down her face. She could taste their saltiness mingling with the saltiness of her blood which came from the place where she had inadvertently bitten her lower lip during some phase of her torment.
"Come on, honey," Larry insisted. "I want you to tell me once again! I want to hear you say it. 'Larry, stud, I want your big fat cock! Come on, stud, I want it!' "
"Y-yes. Yes, Larry. I d-do! I do!" MaryAnn hurriedly obliged, knowing that she would only be making things infinitely worse for herself by rebelling at this stage of the game. Larry's cock was so much of a weapon inside of her that God-only-knew the amount of real damage it could do to MaryAnn's already ravaged pussy if Larry turned his mind to it.
And MaryAnn did have to admit that, at least so far-in spite of her pain-she thought Larry had probably wreaked very little physical damage except for the shredding of her hymen.
"Ask for it, baby!" Larry commanded. "Ask for my cock!"
"Give it to me, Larry," MaryAnn groaned, once again aware of the steady ebbing of the agony inside of her-as well as the rising of the pleasure.
Where in the hell was the agony going? What in the hell was happening inside of her? What perverse part of her being allowed her to experience anything-ANYTHING-but unmitigated agony and disgust over this vile raping of her body?
"Say 'Fuck me! Fuck me deep with your man-cock.' And, goddamn it, quit playing games and sound like you mean it for a change. Because you and I both know that Larry's hard cock here is just the medicine the dear doctor had ordered for little you."
"Please fuck me," MaryAnn moaned. Why make it any harder on herself? Now that the horror of it all had come this far, why not pretend if that's what this perverted bastard was demanding of her?
"Sure, honey," Larry said, his mouth twisting into a satisfied smirk. "Larry is going to fuck you, all right. He's going to fuck you real hard, and real good."
Larry's fingertips dug into the resilient flesh of MaryAnn's smoothly rounded ass cheeks. Larry's hips pushed his cock back into MaryAnn's cunt to the point where Larry's cock head was lost deep up the girl's gumming pink vaginal membranes and his cock roots were being vised by MaryAnn's hair-fringed pussy lips.
Larry began a slow rhythmic thrusting which soon got faster and faster despite Larry's attempts to maintain a lazier screwing cadence.
Larry slaved over the girl, feeling his passions rise and then rise even further. Damn, but the bitch was one hell of a piece of ass! She was so tight, so good, that Larry was beginning to wonder if he had ever had better. He didn't know what Cary and Marsha had in mind for this cunt; but, by God, Larry was going to be damned sad if anything happened to it. After all, a guy just didn't run into pussy like this one every day of his life.
Larry fucked in and out of MaryAnn's tightly clenched pussy, using bouncing fuck strokes that plugged his cock deep up MaryAnn's moist cunt on each inward plunge.
MaryAnn's pussy clasped the cock and then released it, clasped it and then released it....
Then, as if Larry's humiliation of MaryAnn hadn't quite reached the ultimate stage the man was working toward, Larry moved the tip of one outstretched finger all of the way inward along the slope of MaryAnn's ass bun and poked it into the puckered mouth of the girl's anus.
"Ohhhhh, nooooo!" MaryAnn groaned at the unexpected pain that accompanied the sudden digging of Larry's unlubricated finger up her ass hole. But minutes later, her groans had somehow been muted to softer, mewling sounds of building pleasure.
There was pleasure! Jesus, there was, wasn't there? There was pleasure as Larry's finger successfully wormed itself in deeper and deeper, as MaryAnn's rectal passage was forced to stretch wide to accommodate the unaccustomed presence of Larry's jabbing.
"Nooooo!" MaryAnn protested. No, to the cock up her cunt. No, to the finger up her rectum. No, to the obscene pleasures which were somehow taking hold of her in spite of her frantic conscious efforts to dispel them.
But Larry wasn't listening to MaryAnn's feeble verbal protests-if he ever had been listening. He was wildly into his fuck by now. He was a human piston gone wild. In, out. In, out. His strokes quickened until his cock was a red-hot poker oozing its heated passions down into Larry's cum-bulged balls and inward to the pit of his belly.
"Fuck ... your cunt ... your cunt ... your ... fucking ... cunt!" Larry chanted as his cock thrust again and then again. Oh, God, but he was on a roller coaster ride to orgasm; and, there was no longer a hell of a lot he could do to prevent his impending climax-even if he had wanted to.
MaryAnn, in the meantime, wasn't sure what she was feeling. The sensations were so new and exciting to her that she could hardly recognize them for what they really were. And those few times she was struck by the reality that they were purely pleasure responses from the fuck, she continued to be convinced that such pleasure was impossible for any decent, upstanding, young lady whose body was being brutally used by a degenerate rapist.
Still, there was little denying the fact that something unusual was taking place inside MaryAnn's violated body. Exquisite tongues of electricity were searing her loins, quivering through her belly, shooting high up through her body to lick at her tender and sensitive breasts. She seemed possessed by an insane inner mind that was determined to ultimately blot out all but the ecstatic pleasure derived from the pounding ... pounding ... pounding ... of Larry's hard penis, or the screwing ... screwing ... screwing ... of Larry's skewering finger as it delved deeper, ever deeper up her rectum.
As Larry thrust his prick again and again, his penis thumping with his nearing ejaculation, Larry felt MaryAnn jerking and lurching beneath him.
Wet sticky glue-like fluids oozed from the enfolding walls of MaryAnn's hotly clinging pussy, acting as a medicinal balm for cuntal membranes which had been chafed raw by Larry's fucking.
Then suddenly, certainly more of a surprise to MaryAnn (who hadn't expected i), than to Larry (who knew from the beginning that it was bound to happen), MaryAnn began her broken, uncontrolled wailing. "Ohhhhhhhh, Jesus ... Jesus-us ... I'm ... I'm ... Ohhhh, Jesus, God, I'm ... I'm ... oh ... I'm ... oh ... ohhhh ... 0 ... 0 ... 0 ... I'm cumming ... no ... I'm, oh, yes, oh, yes, oh ... I'm cumming. I'm cumming! I'M FUCKING CUMMMMMMMMMMING!"
Larry felt his own lust-bloated cock expanding in agonizing spasms. The insides of his testicles seemed to explode, bursting wide, spreading their hot-white sperm to his tubes like a seed pod exploding its contents to the wind. Larry's churning sperm raced the full length of his rock-hard prick and then gushed free with a fire-hose intensity. The viscous discharge spewed into the depths of MaryAnn's hotly contracting belly.
Larry's cum mingled with the other juices which MaryAnn's body had previously oozed for the lubrication of her inner vagina. The whole flooding mess of liquid flowed to drown Larry's exploding cock and then overflowed back out MaryAnn's tightly locked cuntal lips to leak in thin trickles of lewd rivulets down along the soft whiteness of the girl's chafed inner thighs.
"Ughhhh ... ughhhh ... ahhhhh ... ohhhhh ... baby!" Larry groaned when his ecstasy had finally receded to the point where he could once again say anything at all. He had ridden this broad to greater heights than he had ever spurred Marsha-even during those times he and Marsha had game-played and he had chained her to the wall.
With one final loud sigh of wonder and contentment, Larry collapsed his total weight down on MaryAnn's voluptuously curved young body.
MaryAnn had already gone limp, lying exhausted and a bit bewildered beneath her attacker. MaryAnn's legs remained spread lewdly in indication of MaryAnn's continued utter and total defeat.