Chapter 11
Lucy and the cook took separate paths down the hillside. It was best, they knew, that they not be seen together. She! returned the blanket to the cabin and reported to the dining hall. She was just in time for her afternoon chores. Her father scolded her mildly for not being around when he needed her, but for the most part she managed to avert any serious reprimand for her strange disappearance.
That night she slept soundly with little fear or frustration. But the next morning she woke with a start. She could hear voices below, in the main room of the cabin. One was her father's, and he was storming mad. Another she recognized but couldn't place. She felt the same about a second and third voice. They were pleading with her father, the voices were, about some sort of punishment he'd determined for them. She tip-toed to the bedroom door and heard in detail the source of the verbal altercation. Kevin, Andy, and Larry, and possibly George, had been found out. Which meant that she, too, was in for trouble. Her father was shouting at the young men. Apparently, in an effort to blackmail him, the boys had given away their involvement with the assault on Lucy's body. They were in for it now, and it looked like a lot of trouble for Lucy, too. She shut the bedroom door and raced for what few belongings she owned. It was only a matter of time, she quickly determined, before her father would work his way up the stairs with his strap in hand and rage in his heart.
With a small sack of personal belongings, wearing her parka and a pair of corduroy trousers and hiking boots, Lucy slipped out the bedroom window onto the roof of the cabin. She made her way quietly down the back wall of the building where, because of the incline of the hill, the drop was only a few feet. She raced along a short-cut, one that led to the road to town. She had no idea where she would go, nor did she know what she would do. All that mattered was that she escape the severe spanking that she knew would be hers if she stayed at Camp Thunderbird.
She waved her hobo-like satchel at the first car headed for town. At first they raced past her, but then they suddenly skidded on the icy road, pulled over to the side, and a hand reached from the rear window to motion her forward. She ran up alongside the car and leaned breathless to the passenger window. Inside were two teenagers not much older than Lucy, and in the back, a third, slightly older. "You going toward town?" she asked.
"Hop in," said the youth in the backseat. "We're going where you're going." She climbed through the open front door into the backseat of the car. As they picked up speed, the youth in the back said: "And you're going where we're going." He reached his arm around Lucy.
"Hey," she protested, "wait a second, I didn't-"
"Keep driving, Ralph," said the young man in the back seat. "I'm gonna get myself a little action. Right here and now."
"Oh, no, please," she begged, "I can't, I-"
"Fuck if you can't," said the young man. He had curly dark hair and a two day stubble. He wore a dungaree jacket and leather boots, levis and a heavy belt. "You can do anything you set your mind to." He pushed her down on her belly, reached under her pants, pulled them open and down. "Well, well, well," he sighed, "What a nice piece this is gonna be."
Lucy kicked her legs, but in the small space the boy had her trapped. "Please?" she begged. "Won't any of you please help me?"
It was too late. The young man had his trousers down and his cock out. He pressed his crotch against Lucy's ass and wormed his dick into an erection. "We're gonna go to town," he said. "It's gonna be just like the big city." He pressed his joint between her buttocks. It was a narrow groove and perfect for getting him aroused. His meat grew quickly. Lucy looked up to the front seat. Every now and then the boy who drove looked back and the boy in the passenger seat stared constantly. "Get her," he said. "Get her good for me, too, Herb." Herb, the youth in the backseat, pressed his meaty joint up close to Lucy's anus. "Are you gonna go easy," he asked, "or do I have to do a lot of fucking around?"
"You bastards," she moaned. "This is rape. You can't-"
He slammed his open hand across her buttocks. "Shit," she moaned. "Shit, shit, shit!" She was getting the same treatment from Herb as she would have received from her father. She submitted willingly.
"That's better," said Herb. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a tube of some sort of oil. Lucy felt the slippery stuff slide up between her smooth ass cheeks. She didn't bother asking what it was. Herb smiled when he suddenly realized what a precious ass Lucy had. He rubbed the oil and his palms against her buttocks. "It seems to me that I have myself a winner," he sighed, caressing Lucy's cheeks. "I mean this ass-hole of hers is about as nice and cute as could be." He slapped her buttock in play. "Mmmmm," he hummed, "Look at that little jelly role." He shoved one hand under her and stuffed her cunt with his finger. "Nice," he sighed. "She's got a hot box, too. All greasy and everything."
The car swerved off the highway, down some unpaved road. Lucy bounced as they hit frozen and pitted snow gullies and rocks and branches from trees. But the man named Herb kept his finger up her cunt. He rubbed with expertise at her clitoris. He knew, even under the circumstances, just how to get her hot. She felt his finger going back and forth across her clit meat, rubbing, massaging, making sure that she would gush smoothly. She felt his pecker sliding between her greased ass cheeks, too. He was getting her ready for an anal fuck, one that she might not have minded so much if he'd asked for it instead of taking it, one that she would have enjoyed if he hadn't spanked her beforehand.
"O.k., " said Herb, "keep the car going easy. Or stop altogether. I'm going in, and I want to be able to tell the difference between the bumps and the grinds, eh?" He jabbed his pecker head into Lucy's anus muscle. She tried to keep it closed, constricted, but when Herb discovered how tight the hole was he said: "Oh, so you want to play games, eh?" and he jabbed her with his finger. It hurt enough to make her lose strength in her butt. She had to let go. She couldn't keep the anus muscle flexed closed for any longer. "There we are," said Herb, rubbing her thighs and the insides of her long smooth legs. "That's what we like to see."
He lifted his pecker once again. He stuffed the spearhead into and through the sphincter muscle. He penetrated and went for broke, spending his best efforts landing his cock well inside the anal tube. He hit pay dirt. "Ooooh," screeched Lucy, her wails meaningless on the deserted road in the hostile car. "Plleeassseee!"
Herb laughed and bumped his groin against Lucy's full pink ass cheeks. His pubic hairs rubbed against her ass crotch. His dick was buried in the interior flesh of her anus. "You like it like this, honey?" he asked. "Or what?" She squirmed and moaned that he was an ass-hole, a pig-shit, a fucked up no good junkie most likely. But it did no good. She had to submit. She held onto the place where there's a lighter in some cars, held on so tight that her knuckles turned white. Herb plunged his meat into her tube by bouncing his weighty groin on her ass.
Lucy wanted to reach back and grab him by the balls, to make him hear her side of the rape story. But she didn't dare. She feared for her life, just then, as the flesh sword poked in and out of her butt, and she wondered if she would have to undergo some sort of gang bang just to appease the other younger members of the group.
"Come on," grunted Herb, "spread 'em, baby. I want in all the way." He pushed one leg far from the other, over the side of the back seat so that it touched down on the floor boards. Then he adjusted his angle and popped his load off. "How you like that one, honey? Nice and quick? Eh?" He yanked his rod out of her gushing ass-hole. Come dripped out over the rim and down between her legs. She wondered if she would ever get back to Camp Thunderbird, there to willingly accept her father's punishment. It looked like a mean circle to be going in, but it might be better than the risks of what lay beyond the confines of the camp. She wondered about these things until she felt Herb rubbing his joint against her thigh. "I thought you were done?" she said.
"Me?" he said. "Don't pay me any mind at all. I'm just getting ready for another one."
"Oh, God," moaned Lucy, but she didn't have much of a chance. Soon Herb rubbed his stiffening meat against her pussy. She could feel his spongy mushroom head jammed up against her cunt. "Is that where you want it?" she said, lifting her body so the stranger's cock would slip in. "In my pussy?"
"No, shithead," said Herb, "I just want it in whatever hole it goes into best." He thrust forward, sending his ass-fucked cock into her twat. She rode him like that, with his cock in her cunt, with him laying on her back and whispering obscenities in her ear, for some time. The driver had chosen not to pull over. She had no idea where she was, and half the time she didn't care. She could only feel the numbing affect of the attack on her twat. Suddenly though, she felt relief. He'd pulled his dick out of her pussy. And just as suddenly, he rammed it back in, this time to her ass-hole. "Oh, fuck," she hollered, "please give me a break!"
"Uuuuuhhh," grunted Herb. "Maybe later. Right now you give me a fuck." He thrust his meat all the way down her shit hole, filling her right up. "Ahhhh," he sighed, "this is the kind of anus that needs a good long fuck. I'd be surprised if you tried to tell me, young thing, that you never had it up your rump before. Really, I would be." He rolled his joint inside her ass-hole, her anus stretching out in order to accommodate the thickest portion of his hot member. He was steaming and feverish. The second fuck in Lucy's hot bunghole promised to be even hotter than the first. "This is more like it," wailed the strange man. "I'm getting some nice rubbing action this time." His joint straightened out inside her tube. The natural banana shape turned into steel stiff rod. He poked and jammed and rubbed in her gyrating hips. She didn't have a chance. Her soft cheeks split wide open. His hot cock muscle shoved so hard that she thought she could taste it in her mouth. The head of his meat was buried deep, somewhere strange, in her bowels. She could feel her colon stretching, turning inside out, running amuck with cock meat. "Oh, fuck you, you dirty fucking ass-hole," she screamed. He pushed her at the neck, jammed her face into the nylon seat cover. She was forced to eat the side of the cushion and fabric. Her buttocks were so painfully spread that the meat in her tube was like a branding iron, a snaking with hot steel. "Uuuuhhh," she grunted. "Pllleeeasssseee, God! Help me!"
"Ho, ho, ho," moaned Herb. "Oh, yeah. That's a good one. Ha, ha, ha." He pounced on her buttocks, rolling and in rhythm with the shaking automobile ride on the iced and dirt road. "Here you go, honey. One more shot of my ever lovin' sperm juice." With that he released his second shot. His missile went banging into her butt bag, killing her practically. But it was relief to have the hot semen loosen up the tube, lubricate the fuck. Jism spilled out over her sphincter muscle and dripped down on the back seat of the car. Herb tugged his satisfied meat out of Lucy's anus. "Mmmmmm," he said, leaning close to her ear, "wasn't that nice?"
She spit and he reared back with her saliva dripping from his face. He stabbed her with his finger. "Uuuuuhh," she groaned, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I'm sorrry." He pulled his finger out of her butt. "You boys want yourselves something nice?" asked Herb as he stared down at the hot buttocks between his legs. "Well, help yourself." He climbed off of her and forced her to sit up with her pants still down around her ankles. "Gimmee room," said the young man. "I got to have a little room here to get comfortable." He pulled up his trousers, above his knees. Then he took a piece of cloth of some sort from Lucy's satchel and wiped his prick. "Souvenir?" He held the come rag in her face. She stared forward, tried not to look or react in any way. He laughed and threw the cloth down on the floor of the car.
"Alright," said one of the boys up front, "it's my turn now." The car skidded to a stop. The spot was deserted, surrounded by nothing but snow-covered shrub. In the distance were snow-capped mountain peaks, but nowhere were there signs of civilization. To run would mean certain capture away from the car, or, if they let her go, she would never be able to find her way back.
But when they opened the car door, Lucy made an effort to escape. She started running. But the boy on the passenger seat side tackled her. She'd had her pants half-way up around her waist when she started running. He slid them down all the way now, jumped her butt with his trousered crotch and dry humped her. "She's soft," he yelled back to the boys at the car. "She's got a good ass and she's soft."
He rubbed his muscle against her butt. Then he pulled down his trousers while he held her by the nape of the neck. "You're just gonna get yourself one more little squeeze, sweetheart. And that'll be it. So relax."
She spread her legs and said: "O.k., big shot. Go ahead. Go on and stick your dick in there where your friend put his come already. Come on, jam it up there. I ain't afraid." She sounded like her angry father. "I don't care anymore. Go on, stuff me up really good. I could give a shit."
Startled by her sudden anger and obvious lack of concern for herself, the young man lost his bearings. He held onto her and watched her yell and holler. "What's the matter?" she said. "Not such a big shot anymore? Now that I say go ahead you just gonna shake? Lemmee tell you something," she screeched, "I've had more cock in my ass than you've had cunt in your whole life. And I'm only fifteen. I don't care anymore. If it's not you it'll be some other poor shithead. Go on ass-hole, why don't you fuck my ass-hole? You scared now? You don't want it when it's easy? Go on!" She shoved her butt toward his dangling member. "You aren't so hot anymore are you?"
"Oh, yeah?" said the young man. "Well, just spread that out for me, babe, and I'll fill it right up." He applied his meat to the rim of her crater. But he wasn't stiff enough to enter. "Lay flat," he said.
Lucy moaned. "It's no good for me when I lay flat. See? So I like to be on my knees. Stick it in." She turned around. "Here," she said, "I'll make it so you can do it." She picked up his cock and sucked on it. She licked him vigorously and then looked up with a smile. "Now, see, you got what we young girls call a hard-on. You have a nice bone and you can put it in me." She turned around. "Go on."
He looked back at his friends who were laughing at him. He turned his rage on Lucy, picked up the head of his rod and slid it into her well-greased and come-filled ass-hole. He drilled deep and quickly began to twitch. "Ha, ha, ha," she laughed, "just a little quickie, eh? Can't keep it up?"
The boys at the car laughed too. "She's got your number," they hollered over the ice-desert. "Too bad, Jake. No more fucky-wucky left in that stick? Ha, ha, ha!"
"Don't mind them," said Lucy with a kind word for the man who'd just assaulted her. "Forget they exist. You just rock and roll a bit and have some fun. I like it. That's the truth. I like it up my ass, I just don't like to be forced." She wiggled her butt, and since he was still in her, he got himself a nice feel, even though he'd already shot off. He kept his long pecker buried deep inside her anus, enjoying the contracting muscles of her tube. She was able to tug and milk and squeeze his rod in a way that he'd never before experienced. "You're too fucking much," he told her in real awe. "I never thought I'd meet a girl like you."
"Gimme your hand," she said, reaching back and taking his hand. She pulled him forward and pressed his palm up against her warm titties. "Isn't that better than all this snow? Isn't that nice?"
"Yes," he said, "but..."
"I like it," she repeated. "I like it, but I just don't like to be forced." She rolled her buttocks on his firm erection. She pressed her titties in his warm palms. Her butt reared back, sucking him into her. Her anus gobbled on his long dick. She had muscles he never dreamed could exist. Her sphincter muscle flexed and milked out what remained of his jism. The flow of come in her anal cavity heated her bowels. She relaxed her butt muscle and let him pull out of her when he was prepared to. "Thanks," he ended up saying. "Thanks a lot." She smiled and pulled up her trousers. "I like it. I tell ya, but I just don't like to be forced."
They walked back to the car together. Herb and the driver were laughing and giving the boy named Jake a hard time. "He did fine," said Lucy. "He did a little better than you, even, Herb," said Lucy. It was a lie, but she didn't like the man: "How do you like that one?" She walked passed him and got into the car in the front seat. "Now, if you guys don't mind, I'd like my ride into town."
They looked at each other in amazement. Lucy had won a battle of some sort. She'd lost a lot of ground doing it, but she'd won something: their respect. She sat back and rested while the car headed up off the dirt road and into town. They dropped her a half-mile before the main drag. "Just to be sure," said the driver, "that we don't get arrested or anything silly like that." The car peeled away, leaving young Lucy and her satchel alone on the icy road.
In the car the boys were talking among themselves. "She sure did have a fine ass," said one of them, the driver. "I mean I got a good look from up here and she sure had good buttocks."
"Yeah," said the one named Jake, "but wasn't that weird the way she acted at the end. I never thought I'd rape a cute kid like that and have her thank me afterwards. But you're right about that rump of hers. Cutest I've seen in a long time."