Chapter 5
He stopped chewing on a stem of grass and cocked his head and listened again. "Hey, what was that?"
The other one listened too. It was hard to hear anything over the chirpings and whistlings and rustlings of the woods. He pushed away from the outcrop of rock he was leaning against and brushed the dirt off the butt of his pants, flinging a pebble into the bushes.
"This is startin' to drag, man," he grumbled.
"I could swear I heard somebody yell-growl, kind of."
"That was Harley makin' a she-bear come, man," he giggled. "Son of a bitch'll fuck anything.'
"Maybe he beat us to them. They should have. been here by now," he said, checking his watch. - "You believe anything that nasty bitch tells you, don't you. Shit, for all you know, she's back there having herself a good laugh with that redhead cunt, just jackin' us off, makin' us sit out here in the fuckin.' woods."
"She steered us right last night, didn't she?"
He grabbed his crotch and massaged his balls, remembering. "Yeah, man, that she did. I been thinkin' about how we should be paying the captain another visit instead of sitting out here wasting our time. I never saw a cunt swallow so much cock in all my life-especially for a Lez."
"We've got three of them coming our way in a few minutes, Pete. Think you're up to it after last night?" He chewed on another grass stem thoughtfully. "Speaking of up to it, I wonder just what the lieutenant's game really is."
"Who gives a shit, man?" he laughed. 'It's ass! Hot cock-gobbling-ass! That's all I heed to know! She points her finger, and I follow my pecker, straight as an arrow. Long as I don't have to lick her, I don't give a shit. Nasty-nasty bitch! Whew!" He made a face and spat on the ground, nearly losing the start of a hard-on, just thinking about Beth.
Here we go," the other one said quietly, sounding alert from his squatting position against the outcrop. His eyes riveted the trail through the screening bushes as they picked up another flash of red through the motley shades 'of green.
"Only see one of 'em, man." He rolled another 'stone in his hand unconsciously. "Shit," he said softly. "We grab her, wait for the others and let her go, or what? Dumb cunts were supposed to stay together."
"If the others are back there, they're way back there. Let's grab this one, hold her a minute, see what happens.
"Yeah, man," he giggled softly. "A bird in the hand is worth two down the path. Holy shit, will you look at that . . . prime, man, prime! God damn, that's sweet pussy! Who gives a shit what the bitch's game is when she puts us on to stuff like this! Come on, man, don't let her get away!" He began slinking through the bushes quickly, heading for the interception point they'd planned on earlier, a place where the path went around a nose of rock in a tight kink. He pulled the rope from his back pocket in readiness. His prick stretched inside his pants until it looked like he had a hammer handle in his front pocket.
Vera's feet fell, one after the other, thoughtlessly. Her legs flashed in the patches of sunlight filtering through the leaves on her arm; her tits bounced up and down inside her White tank top the full cones of flesh tugging at her chest; the nipples standing out from the tips, full and erect from the stimulation against the fabric.
She wasn't conscious of running. There was only the feeling of flight. Tears kept stinging the backs of her eyes, blurring her vision, because this had been the last straw with Sandy.
Even though they'd been like sisters, Vera was going to break it off with Sandy She was getting too wanton, too single minded, too thoughtless and uncaring. The only thing on her little mind any more was sex. Any kind of sex. From anybody. Boys weren't people to her, They were implements of orgasm. Now girls, too. She'd become so insensitive it would be animals next.
Sandy should have seen it. The person who knew her best in the whole world should have seen that Frank was the first boy to spark any interest at all in Vera. But she'd been blind to all but her own lusts just now, Wanting Frank to her her up the ass God! She'd become an animal.
Vera didn't know why she had the feelings she did about Frank Cobb, It was all too few for her to have feelings for a boy meant you had to admit to being a girl, and she'd never done that before. She wasn't sure she was doing it now. All sheknew was she felt funny; completely different from any time in her life.
Was it because Frank reminded her so much of her father? Did that mean she was attracted to her father? Sexually?
The idea overwhelmed her. She shook her head as she ran along the path, hardly seeing where she was going. She started around the tight curve and literally bumped into them, nearly knocking herself down.
Her eyes went wide, and her mouth opened to squeak with shock and surprise, and then she knew something was terribly wrong. Something black came over her head just as a big wad of cloth was stuffed into her open mouth.
Strong arms twisted hers behind her back. Loops went around her wrists and bound her hands. One of them picked her up and swung her over his shoulder, while the other one grabbed her feet and bound her ankles instantly, preventing her from kicking.
They worked quietly. She heard little more than grunts of effort and inhalations of breath. Then they were crashing through bushes that swiped at her bare legs and arms. The one carrying her had his arm strongly about the backs of her thighs. His hand felt her ass through the red shorts, and the touch made her scream with outrage into the gag.
When they stopped, they dumped her onto the ground on her back like a bag of potatoes. Then there were hands all over her tits, mauling the firm cones, squeezing them, yanking the tank top up and over her head, yanking when the garment became tangled in her dark hair.
"Shit! Look at these knockers, man! I can fuck the hell out of them!'
Vera felt a rough hand squeeze the base of her tit, elongating the pointed cone until the nipple felt ready to pop. Then a hot, wet mouth sucked down the spire of her tit, the lips stretching wide to accommodate as much of the flesh as he could get into his mouth. His tongue wrapped around her rubbery nipple and pulled, suc1~ing hard, stretching it, making it snap back with incredible sensation.
Hands were at the waist of her, shorts, pulling them down, nearly ripping them from her flaring hips. The fabric dug into her skin stinging. She struggled as well as she could, bumping her butt up and down, trying to spread her knees to make it harder to get the shorts off. All the while, she screamed and yelled behind the gag, making hardly a Sound.
It was happening to her. She was being stripped not only of her clothing but of her dignity, her independence, her individuality as a woman. They were going to use her, abuse her, treat her as a thing instead of a person.
She was about to become a sex object.
When she felt her shorts being stripped down her legs and off her feet, she shook her head, rolling it back and forth on the ground, screaming as loudly as she could through the gag.
A hand came up her leg, tracing the curving line of it, moving over the top of her thigh and sweeping around to the soft inner surface. She clamped her thighs tightly together, feeling the way he was staring down at her naked pussy, eyeing it lustfully, wanting to use it for the pleasures of his hard prick without caring whether she derived pleasures too, in total denial of her rights as a person.
Her clamped thighs had imprisoned his hand. She felt his fingers wriggling between them, bringing shameful sensations shooting through her mind. She heard him chuckle, a low, wet sound, as if he were enjoying teasing her. It was only teasing, too, because they both knew what the net results of her struggles would come to.
Still she had to keep it up. She had fought all her life for her rights and she couldn't stop now. When she felt his wriggling fingers inch up the satiny, firm inner flesh of her thighs toward her trembling pussy, she had to give out another scream behind the gag.
She flopped and bucked, turning her hip, managing to roll over onto her stomach. It was a futile effort to hide her pussy and protect it. What was worse for her, as she was about to discover, the new position left her ass exposed and vulnerable.
"Oh, God . . . " the man said softly. "Pete, look at this ass-just look at it! Full, firm, round- sweet ass!"
Vera heard the rasp of a zipper. Fright sang through her mind, and her eyes stared wide inside the blackness of the bag. She remembered the sight of Sandy's flaring ass just a little bit ago, the way she begged Frank to come fuck his big prick up it.
She choked back a quick sob. God, if she'd only let Frank take her into the bushes and fuck her; she could be with him now, instead of....
The man's hand swept over her bare ass.. It squeezed the resilient globes of flesh, testing the springiness. It dabbled down into the deep, sweet cleft between the cheeks and made her moan. When she started to buck again, the other one came and sat on her back, and she was horrified to feel his hairy balls and naked butt cheeks against her flesh.
"Yeah,.man, that's a nice ass. You gonna fuck it?"
"What do you think? I get first this time, remember?
"I wanna fuck that pretty face of hers. How'm I gonna do that when she's on her fuckin' stomach, huh?" -
"Use your imagination, Pete. Do I have to tell you everything about how to fuck?" he grinned.
There was a snort from the one on her back, and then she felt her ass cheeks being pried apart. She, gasped and tried to buck again as she felt her dainty asshole being totally exposed to their sight. At the same time, she knew her pussy lips were visible, And she squeezed tightly with all the muscles she could find in the area of her crotch.
"That's it, honey-tighten it up. I like it tight. It feels so damn good when I sink my cock into a tight, clinging asshole. God, what sweet buns!"
To her utter horror, Vera felt him lean over her ass crack. She could feel the puffs of warm breath on her cheeks. Then she shivered tightly when a warm, wet, Velvety something slid along her crack and swept over her asshole again and again, finally drilling into the pulsing little hole. God, it was his tongue! He was licking her asshole!
She shuddered again and again, moaning into the gag, feeling her tit tips pressing into the dark, warm earth under them. Her pussy began squirming and quivering, and when she felt his tongue go between the satiny, virginal lips and slurp at the very mouth of her cunt, she groaned because she was feeling sensations she didn't want to feel;
"Damn-how's she taste, man?" the one on her back said huskily.
"Sweet, real sweet. Mmmmmm!" He drilled his tongue tip into the mouth of her pussy and lapped back up over her asshole again, wetting her down thoroughly.
Vera couldn't help shivering again. He wasn't being quick and brutal with her. Maybe if he had been, she could have resisted longer. He lapped gently, massaging her asshole with his tongue, dipping the tip in and out, toying with her. She couldn't help but think of the way Sandy had sucked her pussy the other day and made her come. She moaned into the gag-again and found that she couldn't keep her butt cheeks clenched together as tightly any more.
"That's it, honey-let it feel good. There's nothing-wrong with letting it feel good. Loosen up, and it won't hurt at all when I slip this big prick up your ass."
He massaged her buns, the backs of her thighs, the sides of her hips. All the while, his tongue washed and licked around and around the wrinkled little butt hole, massaging more warmth and feeling into it than she would have imagined possible.
He stopped. She heard him spit into his hand. Then she felt him move around, straddling the back of her thighs. His hand palmed her butt cheeks apart again, and her wet asshole pulsed and quivered and tickled when a draft 'of air brushed over it.
It was nothing to what she felt when the slick, velvety, hot head of his cock pressed between her cheeks and slid down the deep cleft and hooked into the rubbery ass mouth.
"No-no!" she cried inside the gag, trying to thrash and squirm but being unable to move. She sucked in her breath and squeezed her eyes tightly shut. It was going to happen, and there was nothing she could do about it.
"Damn look at tha- little asshole shake for your cock, man! Just quiverin' like a goddamn fish hungry for your big worm!"
The one behind her pressed forward. She felt the wide, smooth prick head stretch her ass mouth, forcing it open. Pain shot through her butt. The thing was too big. It would never go up her ass. She didn't know how Sandy could possibly take it in the butt.
She squealed and wriggled as hard as she could, nearly blacking out. Then something happened. The pain became a dull throb, not the sharp, burning sensation it had been.
Her asshole was stretched wide, now. She could feel his prick head inching into her body. There was a popping sensation as her ass muscle flared out around the wide cockhead and then snapped back around the top of the shaft.
"Ahhhh, Christ!" the man swore breathily. "So tight she's going to pinch it off! Run around with a cockhead stuffed up her butt, plugging it! Jesus, baby, relax a little. I'm trying not to hurt you, just fuck you!"
The dull throb went on, spreading all through her butt. It was a deadening kind of sensation. It made her muscles not work as well. They quivered and slackened and let him invade her body in total betrayal of her will.
"Ahhhh, that's better, baby-better! Here it comes, now, all the way! Take it-take it! Ahhhh!"
He pressed down and down. His prick ran deeper and deeper into her ass. Her spine-stiffened, and her cheeks shook The lips of her pussy bloated and flared open, and she knew juice was- leaking from her shameless, betraying cunt. She made throaty sounds into the muffling gag and was aware of the way her tits expanded and bore twin holes in the soft humus beneath her chest.
She couldn't believe the sensations she felt. The sharp pain was gone now. The dull throb was barely noticeable, having merged with another sensation, one deep and dirty and thrilling, one-that made her butt actually begin to open for his entering prick.
She groaned inwardly, realizing what was happening to her now. She wanted it! She was not only taking his prick into her body, she wanted it in there!
God, she, wanted to be used! .
"Ahhhh, yes, yes," he gasped, sinking fully onto her ass; his prick all the way up her butt. His thighs flattened her round cheeks, and they were warm and -hairy against her smooth flesh.
He began drawing back, his cock shaft rippling past her stretched ass muscle, vibrating it; making it sing with sensation. When the tip was nearly out of her, she felt herself lift her-butt up and back like a shameless, whore, reluctant to give it up now that she'd had a taste of it.
"Like that cock huh, baby? Well, here it comes again! Eat it up! Gabble at it with your tight asshole, and maybe it'll give you a big drink of something hot and yummy!"
He pressed against her again, feeding his heavy prick into her hungry mouth, and she felt her asshole suck and pull and gobble lewdly, just the way he'd wanted. She moaned and shivered and felt as if she would lose her mind when his hand came around her hip and cupped her steaming cunt.
His fingers played with her pussy lips, rolling them, opening them and closing them around his finger. He swirled the nub of her clit and made electric shocks race through her body until she was moaning with undeniable lust, begging to be used and abused some more.
Her wish was answered. As his cock ran in and out of her asshole, she became aware of the other one stretching out beside her head. He lifted the bottom of the black bag, but not enough so she could see.
"I'm gonna fuck your sweet mouth with this horny prick, baby," he said to her. "I'm gonna take this gag out so I can stuff something in there you'll like lots better. But I don't want any horse shit from you, get me? You try to yell or bite my prick or anything stupid, and I'll bash that pretty face in, hear? You hear?"
Vera nodded quickly, answering him so that he would quit pulling her hair. It felt as if he were going to lift her scalp off. His fingers worked at the gag. It came out of her mouth. At the same moment, the one fucking her ass drove down against her, running his cock deep. She couldn't stop the moan that welled from her throat.
"Yeah, baby-just like that. Keep that pretty mouth open, those soft lips round and full and wet. Here, honey, suck on this. It's great to get fucked from both ends at the same time.
She smelled his cock and recoiled from the strange aroma. Then it was pressed against her lips, soft and velvety and slippery with the oils seeping from the big eye at the tip.
Flavor slid over her tongue, coated the roof of her mouth. She tasted her first prick and smelled it at the same time, and she couldn't keep her tongue from wrapping around the head and her lips from drawing on the shaft. It was like sucking on a hot dog.
"Ahhh, shit, baby, that's the way. A little more tongue along the bottom. There-yeah! Ohhhh, that's good head, baby, good head."
She couldn't believe, herself. After a lifetime of refusing any part of being used of being a sex object, she was lying on the ground like an animal, taking a cock up her ass and one in her mouth, and liking it! Wanting it!
"Ohhhhh, God!" she cried around the heavy shaft. "God damn you, you bastards-FUCK ME!"
She sobbed Tears flowed from her eyes inside the black bag. What the hell had they done to her!
"Hey, damn it, suck! Cut the bawling and suck!"
He handled her roughly, yanking at her hair, making her head wobble around. He crammed his prick into her mouth, stuffing it into her throat.
She gagged heavily. She couldn't 'help it. She wheezed and coughed and made barfing noises.
"Goddamn bitch! Cut it out! Puke on my prick, and I'll bash the shit out of you!"
"Jesus Christ, you shit head! Take it easy with her!"
"Givin' me orders, you asshole?" he shouted angrily, yanking at Vera's hair wildly, trying to force her mouth down over his prick again.
She screamed. She couldn't help it. The one fucking her ass wasn't bad. The one trying to cram his prick down her throat was vicious and cruel, and he frightened her.
"Shut up, bitch!" he shouted, slapping her hard, making her squeal and sob again.
"That's enough, shit head! Get the fuck away from her! If you can't get her to suck your cock, then wait your goddamn turn! Christ, I had her warmed up and going, and now she's trying to choke my prick off! Get away from her!"
Suddenly, it didn't feel good any more. His cock was like a log in her ass. "God, you're killing me! Take it out of my ass! It hurts now! HELP!"
She opened her mouth to scream again and the gag was suddenly back in it, stuffed deep. She felt the strength of the hands forcing her jaws closed around it. She winced, waiting for the fist, she feared to come bashing into her face.
She waited for an interminable time. There was nothing but silence, the sounds of the birds and Insects.
"Dumb shit!" the one behind her whispered angrily.
'Fuck you. Who's gonna hear her?"
"Maybe the other twats we were supposed to get."
The one at her head got to his feet. She heard him walk away a short distance.
"Sorry about that turd, baby," the one on her back said, his lips close to her ear now, talking softly, breathily. "I had you liking it, didn't I? Huh, didn't I? Answer me." He loosened the gag.
"Y-yes!" she moaned. "But it hurts now. Take it out-oh, please, take your prick out of my ass."
"Just relax again. This is the sweetest, hottest ass I've ever fucked, and I'm too far gone to quit now. Here it comes, baby-take it and like it again!"
He started moving on her back, fucking his hips up and down again. His fingers rolled her cut, dabbled in her wet pussy meat. His prick ran in and out of her asshole, and electric sensations coursed thorough her body despite the fright and pain she'd just been through.
"Yeah, yeah," he grunted breathily. "That's the way, honey-go loose and open. Ohhhh, what a sweet, hot asshole you've got. Jesus, I'm going to come in it. Hot damn, I'm going to flood your butt! Oh, yes! I can feel your cunt muscles sucking at my fingers, running with slick, sweet juice. You're hot too! Come with me, baby! Now! Oh, yeah-do it now! Ahhhhhrgh!"
She nearly did. If he hadn't been quite so quick, she would have come. She felt his prick stretch into her asshole and throb wildly. Hot, liquid steam spurted from his prick into the depths of her butt, making her dark tunnel suddenly slick and wet.
His thighs shuddered around her hips as he pumped and spurted into her butt. His gasping breath bathed the side of her neck with moistness and lust, and she couldn't believe the strange intimacy of the moment.
Just as his prick was bucking out the last jets of cum, she heard running sounds, the other one crashing through the underbrush.
"Some fucker's comm' up, man! Jesus Christ!" he blurted. "You still fuckin' her? I don't believe this! Time for this boy to split, I'll tell you!"
She heard him swear again and continue crashing up the slope as fast as he could go.
"Shouldn't have yelled, baby. We could have fucked up a storm."
He grunted and heaved up off her, pulling his prick from her asshole with a burning suck and pop. Hot juice trailed across the back of her thigh from his leaking cock. She felt her butt hole vibrate with the sudden emptiness, and it pulsed wildly.
He didn't even stay to pull his pants up, doing that on the run. Very suddenly, she couldn't hear either of them any more.
It was nightmarish. They had come and used her and gone, and she lay on the dank ground naked, cum leaking from her asshole, her tits-smeared with bits of crumbly humus, her pussy leaking a dark spot on the ground -beneath her, the lips still bloated and trembling.
Besides being frightened and jittery, she felt a nagging frustration. She'd been so close to coming, and he'd left her hanging.
"Oh, God. " she moaned, rolling to her side, wondering how she was going to get free, wondering if anybody else were really coming or if the scare had been the nasty one's way of getting back. She rubbed her head on the ground, trying to work the black bag up so she could at least see. It was stuck somehow.
She didn't hear him until he was standing over her, and then she knew he was looking down at her naked body, filling his eyes with the sight of her.
"My God," she heard him mutter softly, a sound of awe in his voice.
"Help me," she pleaded, not knowing whether to be frightened again.
He didn't respond. She heard his breathing. She could tell he was simply standing there, looking at her. Thinking-what?
"Please?" she said again.
She heard him moving around. He went from one side of the small clearing to another and around in a big circle. She followed his movements with turns of her head, even though she couldn't see him at all. She rubbed the ground with her head again, trying to get the damn bag off it. At one moment she was frightened, at the other, not. What could he do to her that hadn't been done already, besides fuck her some more.
He came back. She heard the clank of a belt buckle and knew what he had decided.
"Don't fuck me," she said, knowing the request was useless.
He reached out and rolled her to her back. He pulled the bag fully down over her head, just to be certain it wouldn't slip up past her eyes. He hadn't said a word, except the first soft utterance at finding her bound and helpless and naked.
He slid his hands over her tits, feeling the firm, pointed ripeness of them. He sucked on the nipples, one and then the other. 1-fe was quite gentle. At least she could be thankful for that.
His bands moved down her torso, exploringly, testing the smallness of her waist, the flare of her hips, the long, tapering length of her thighs. He slid his hands up the slender columns, his fingers gently kneading the resilient, young flesh.
They moved up and up; until they reached the bloated, sweltering lips of her pussy. He touched the puffy flesh of her cunt gently, whisperingly. He slid one fingertip up the inside, of a silky lip and down the other. He touched the tip of her budded cunt, and Vera couldn't help the quick intake of breath it caused her.
"Oh, God . . . don't " she whimpered.
"So beautiful,' he whispered with a choked sound.
"Please don't fuck me!" she gasped, feeling him separate her pussy lips and look at the pink, satiny meat of her virginal cunt mouth. At the same time, she couldn't help the shiver of lust that raced through her young body and made her hips lift up ward for more of his touch.
He quickly untied her ankles and then slowly separated her legs, sliding his hands up them smoothly again, getting on his knees between them. She felt him lean over her body. She felt the heat of his hips and Thighs as he lowered himself toward her. Then she sucked in her breath and whimpered when the tip of his hot prick touched the slick, sweet folds of virginal cunt meat and began nosing inside her body.
"No . . . no . . . "she cried softly, her hips giving a shameless jerk.
"I've got to," he groaned, sinking slowly, gently down and in.