Chapter 7
Chet had dressed when Al walked into the shed with a smirk on his face. One look at Linda's mouth and the big man figured out what had happened.
"So, she likes to suck on dick as much as fuck it, eh?"
"Sheeit, Al, best blowjob I've had since Kansas City."
Linda felt as if she were a cheap piece of meat, being compared with other packages in the freezer. "You call her friend?"
"Yeah. Told her I was the highway patrol-that we had her up in the cabin after she'd been attacked on the road. Silly bitch bought the story without even questioning me," Al sneered, turning his head around and laughing at Linda.
"It's because we're good friends. You should be ashamed of yourselves," Linda cried out, her face red with fury. Now they were dragging one of her friends into this foul mess. Would this depravity never end?
"You'll show us how good a friend you'll be in a few seconds. Said she's takin' her dad's car, 'cause she didn't want to let him know about her friend getting raped and all. Sweet."
Linda said nothing, turning her head and waiting for the fateful minute when Tina would drive into this trap. There was nothing she could do to warn her friend.
In less than a half hour the three of them heard a car driving slowly down the twisting dirt road through the forest into the clearing. Linda started to shout out a warning. But Al was too quick, grabbing a filthy dirty rag and stuffing it quickly into her mouth. Linda waited hopelessly as Al cracked the door open and stared out.
"She's gettin' out of the car. Say, she's got a great pair of titties on her. Just like yours," Al said, turning around and speaking in a barely audible voice. Soon he and Chet sneaked out of the shed, walking quickly and quietly toward the cabin while Tina called out Linda's name.
The young blonde wriggled desperately in her bonds, pushing the rag at the same time with her tongue. Just as Linda had managed to shove the gag out and scream for Tina to run, she heard the pretty brunette cry out in alarm, then in pain.
"They've got her," Linda said to herself as the sounds of a violent struggle drifted into the shed. She could hear the brunette crying out for them to let her go. She screamed that her friend was hurt somewhere. But Chet and Al only laughed, dragging the struggling girl across the small clearing into the shed.
"Linda!" she cried out when she was shoved into the small room. "My God, what have they done?"
"Wanna tell her?" Chet asked, putting his big hands on his hips and leering at the two women.
"They tricked you, Tina. They tricked you," Linda said in a low voice.
"You mean nothing's happened to you?" Tina said, bending forward and staring at the marks and stale cum hardening on her face, chest and thighs.
"Nothing like we told you, baby," Al said, moving his arm around her waist and letting his hands roam obscenely over the girl's ass.
"Stop it," she cried in horror, pulling away and shrinking from the two men. They stared at her figure that was shown off well in her slacks and pink halter top. The girl was suddenly aware of the danger she was in and covered her titties protectively. Al went for her first, sliding his arms around her upper arms and pinning them back hard to the small of her back. At the same time he rubbed his groin back and forth across her asscheeks.
Tina had never had advances like these made to her before. Her face flushed red with shame and anger as she thrashed helplessly in the big blond's grip "You're hurting me," Tina cried, rolling her head from side to side while Chet moved in front of her and chucked her gently under the chin. It was a false move of comfort.
"There, there," he said, the irony in his voice bitingly satirical. Tina looked up pleadingly at the big blond, hoping he would finally take pity on her and help. Instead he lowered his fingers slowly, running them lightly down her throat until they came down to her throat. Tina shuddered and moved her head back as Al's fingers roamed shamelessly down to the rounded tops of her titties. Linda saw from the couch that both men were excited about having a new victim for their sick games. They hadn't tired of her yet. Of that the blonde was certain. But here was fresh meat to spice up the game.
Tina's body visibly shuddered when Al's forefinger started tracing the rounded tops of her boobs. Her chest rose and fell quickly while her breathing became raspy and shallow. She looked like a cornered animal who knew its time had come to be devoured by a merciless larger one. Her eyes followed Al's movements closely as he moved his fingers down to the brass clasp holding the two cups of material covering her jutting titties. Hooking his middle finger around the small brass clasp, Al tugged forward violently, tearing the clasp free of the cloth and thus ripping the halter off the girl.
Tina cried out, twisting in Chefs firm grasp as her tits fell out and swung like two fleshy pendulums on her chest. Unlike Linda's more rounded jugs, Tina's came to a point. Her nipples were larger and more red, jutting out from the smooth spongy flesh covering her well formed breasts. The young brunette flushed a deep red, ashamed that her tits had been exposed to such horrible men.
"Easy," Al said, reaching out and rubbing the flat of his palm against her right nipple. The girl moaned, closing her eyes and fighting back the hot tears threatening to gush. He rolled that small rubbery hard piece of nipple flesh between his fingers, enjoying the girl's humiliation and terror.
"You're-you're not going to ... to do ... to do anything to me, are you?" she asked timidly. Al and Chet looked at one another astounded, then broke out into loud laughter.
"Just ask her," Al said, jerking his head backward in Linda's direction. Tina's eyes followed the movement and took in now the marks and other signs of what had happened to her friend.
"Please, please, oh don't!" Tina cried, her eyes widening in horror. She twisted again, this time managing to get one arm free. She struck out, hitting Al as hard as she could across the cheek. Linda felt like cheering, although she knew that move would cost her friend dearly.
"So, you're gonna have to be taught some manners like your friend over there."
Al gripped the free arm and took Tina away from Chet. The girl grunted and cried alternately, twisting and turning in the tight grip as the big blond dragged her across the floor to the table.
"Your friend had the couch to get fucked on.
But you're another case. You're not good enough for the couch. We'll take care of you on the table, just the way a butcher takes care of a piece of pork."
"Brave men against two helpless girls," Linda taunted from the couch, hoping to stall for time for her friend.
"Shut up, or you'll be on the table," Al grunted, jamming his hand roughly between the girl's naked belly and the top of her slacks. She cried out, tossing her head back and struggling. But Chet had her firmly in his hands. Al swore because the zipper stuck. Using both hands he ripped the front of her slacks open, shredding the cloth, then pulling down what was left of the girl's pants to her ankles. They smiled, looking at the brown cuntal hair barely visible through the white cotton panties.
Tina's legs jerked out like those of a startled frog when Al cupped his hand around her cuntal mound and squeezed. Her face turned a dark red while she sobbed freely now. Such shame. To be humiliated like this, in front of her friend! Tina shut her eyes and fought back the desire to shriek as Al rubbed the cotton crotch panel up and down, working the soft material into the tiny cuntal slit.
"You like that, baby? You like to feel something soft and warm sliding up your twat?"
At that point Al moved his hands quickly around to the elastic legband of her briefs, sliding his fingers up to her cunny and wrapping them around her pussy lip. Peeling back the soft flesh, he crawled up higher until he felt her sheathed clitty. With a sharp pinch, he made the girl yelp in pain and fear, twisting her bare ass on the rough wooden table top.
Splinters dug into the girl's bare thighs, tearing at her smooth white flesh while the men laughed. She jerked like a stuck fish, her legs kicking out, then kicking back in under the table while her thighs danced crazily across the table top. The girl struggled, trying to pull her hands free while Al pinched her clitty harder and harder. When Tina thought she was going to faint the big blond stopped.
"Feels good, huh?"
Tina opened her eyes and looked balefully at Linda. The blonde shook her head and fought back a tear about to spill from her eye. What they had done to her! And what they were going to do to her!
Al leaned over and whispered something to Chet who let go of the girl's arms quickly and ran out the door. Tina's respite was only brief, however. Al threw her down roughly on the table, tearing off her cotton shorts with a loud ripping sound and flinging his body on top of hers. Tina cried and screamed, tearing at Al's face and arms. But the big blond managed to keep out of the way of her nails, fumbling between their thrashing bodies and unzipping his Levi's. Linda could see him fish out his stiff cock, sticking it between the young brunette's legs and reaching under the girl's thighs and hoisting up her legs.
Tina cried out in horror, her eyes widening as she felt something long, hot and hard sliding across her asscheeks. She was going to be raped, fucked by this man! Her screams became frantic. She thrashed crazily, clawing at Al's back and face, kicking the balls of her feet desperately against the man's muscular back. But nothing could stop what Linda knew was inevitable. Slowly the fat, long dick disappeared between Tina's virginal cuntlips, the fat head peeling back the young tender pink labes and sinking into the warm wet folds of her snatch.
Linda could see the cords sticking out of the brunette's neck. Her face turned redder than before while her eyelids fluttered open and her eyeballs rolled up into her head. The flanged dickhead disappeared. More and more cockmeat pushed into the girl's cunt as Linda watched, feeling an odd hot itchy feeling beginning to develop in her own pussy. It was horrible, but she was getting turned on to Tina's brutal rape. The more the brunette howled and kicked, the more Linda felt her cunny tighten up like a tight little fist.
"Damn, you're a virgin alright," Al said in a tight voice, striking something blocking a full hard fuck.
"Oh no! OH GOD. IT HURTS! HURTS!" Tina shrieked. Her face was a twisted mask of pain. Al ignored her cries, visibly gritting his teeth, then pushing down as hard as he could. Tina let out a louder scream, then fell limp, semi-conscious to what happened after the big blond's cock ripped through her cherry and plummeted down to the velvety dark warmth where nothing had penetrated up to then.
Linda watched with feelings of horror and sexual excitement as Al finished off Tina quickly. After she'd given up resisting, much of the fun had been taken from the game. Quickly his cock reamed out the throat of her cunny, widening it more and more as a thin pink trickle of blood oozed out of her stretched cuntlips. The only reaction the brunette gave after her initial screams was a soft grunt when Al's big prick started firing its thick load of jizz into her snatch. Al twisted madly on top of the girl, lowering his head and biting down hard on her shoulder. His hands pawed her naked tits, squeezing the flesh, pinching the nipples until they turned dark purple from the pressure. His thighs banged cruelly and savagely against the girl's until Tina's flesh turned black and blue under the attack. She was like a doll, badly abused and violated after Al was finished with her.
Just as the big blonde crawled off the table, leaving Tina's legs hanging limply over either side, Chet walked back in with Jack, their German shepherd. Immediately the dog pricked up his ears, raising his head and sniffing at the air.
"He smells cum. Smells cunt juice too," Al said, smiling at Linda coyly. Immediately the dog trotted up to the blonde and jumped halfway up the couch, sniffing at the encrusted cum on the girl's belly and chin. The girl tried to twist her face away as Jack lapped at her flesh, licking up the stale jizz, then lowering his maw until he was back in contact with her cunny.
"No, not again!" the blonde wailed, twisting and reopening the wounds caused by the rope burns during the last doggie fuck. She could feel his thick tongue beginning on her outer labes again, lathering down the puffy cuntal membranes, tickling into her snatch, lapping at the secret wet folds of her snatch.
"No, not yet," Al said, reaching down and pulling the German shepherd reluctantly away from Linda.
"Okay," Chet said, slipping his hands under Tina's shoulders and pulling her back somewhat on the table. Her legs now rested comfortably on the table. Al patted the top of the table for the dog who barked, then trotted to one side of the room. With a short fast run Jack leaped up on the table, his front paws landing hard on Tina's belly.
"Ohh!" the girl cried, waking up from her half-dream state and raising her head. To her surprise and horror she saw a large dog staring back at her. "What's he up for?"
"Can't you guess?" Al asked, smirking down at her.
The tone of the words told the girl everything. Shrieking, she tried to roll over and cross her legs. But the men were ready for her, holding her down to the table while raising her legs at the same time.
Jack took the suddenly exposed quim as an open invitation and moved back, lowering his head to crawl under the girl's leg, then creeping forward until his pointed snout was resting on top of the girl's furry cuntal mound.
Tina squealed and begged, kicking as much as she could, fighting to get her arms free. But it was hopeless. The big dog lowered his head between Tina's thighs, his tongue beginning to start lapping at her crotch. Tina's body stiffened. Her breath caught. Her muscles tensed, then quivered mightily as more and more of the animal's tongue slithered into her snatch.
"OHHHH! Oh! OH!" the brunette screamed. Her asscheeks were clenched tightly together, raised off the table while the back of her head pushed down on the dirty wood. She was twisting and writhing, trying to push her pussy away from the big animal's maw. But all she did was offer more of her cunt to Jack's tongue. The more she twisted, the wider her pussylips pulled apart until she was sure they could drive a diesel through it.
"She'll warm up to it. Just the way you did," Al said, turning around and-winking obscenely at Linda. The blonde sucked in a deep breath and felt her pussy warming up while watching her friend's humiliation. She closed her eyes and let out a shuddering breath. What had she become? She was actually wishing she could have that animal's snout pressing against her pussy-have that tongue lapping up at the inner folds of her cunt until it touched her clitty shaft. But there was Tina, pinned to the table while her ultimate humiliation lay only seconds away.