Chapter 5
Rick threw her against a tree. Patty screamed, the bark cutting her face and arms. She dug her nails into the trunk, sobbing hysterically, her feet slipping on the wet grass. No, this couldn't be happening to her! These men were only some terrible fantasy.
"Stop this!" she bawled.
"Shut up!" Al snapped, wrapping the half-inch line around her wrists, then tying them to the trunk.
"We can't' fuck' her like that," Rick said, reaching down an unbuckling the belt.
"Not unless you wanna fuck 'er in the ass," Al suggested.
"Maybe she's got termites in the ass," Al said, sending the two of them off into laughter.
"But still, I wanna get my dick in that cunt," Rick muttered, sliding his black leather belt from his trousers.
Her curiosity was aroused as greatly as her pussy. The chilly night air, the wild, bizarre mood, the act of being raped by these bikers in a cemetery fired up her pussy. It was as if somehow she'd stepped outside herself and was watching some other young woman being tortured and humiliated.
Patty twisted her head around to see what was going on behind her. Her eyes were wide. Sweat made her naked buttocks glisten in the moonlight, She clenched her cheeks, moving her thighs back and forth.
Oh, what a pleasant surprise it was to find some pieces of bark tickling her swelling cunt! That rough trunk scratched pleasurably.
Bending her knees, she opened wide enough to get her clit against the bark.
"Hey, man, she's fuckin' the tree," Al commented.
"She's hot enough for us, all right," Rick said. Patty heard the snap of the leather being doubled, followed by the crunch of steps on leaves and dead twigs. Rick was behind her. She could hear his heavy breathing, could smell his body.
"This'll keep you nice and hot 'til we get a dick in you."
With that Patty heard the whistling sound of the belt cutting the humid night air. She tensed, shutting her eyes while digging her fingernails into the bark. The weapon slashed across her left buttock, leaving a long red mark on her white flesh.
"Ahhhhhhhh!"
Patty jerked, her head snapping back while her feet danced on the ground. She drew herself up tight against the tree, letting out a low groan. The heat from the blow radiated pleasurably to her cuntal zone, making her clit tingle as if she'd just taken a spicy shit.
"Get 'er again. She ain't gonna break," Al encouraged his buddy.
"No, don't, I can't take much more," Patty gasped, clawing at the tree. again.
Her helplessness, her pleading, infuriated the aroused men more than ever. Rick licked his lips, drew his hand back and brought the belt down again.
"AHHHHHH!"
Her hair whipped across her shoulder blades while her body pitched from side to side. The rope chipped off pieces, of bark that flew into her face. Patty coughed, rubbing her forehead against the tree trunk.
It was terrible, awful what was happening to her! She heard Rick whipping the belt around his head, sometimes bringing it down against the tree only to frighten her. Then she let out a tiny yelp, flinching as much as she could. The rough rope was cutting the flesh around her wrists, making her beg them again and again to free her. Surely someone would have to be driving by and see what was happening. Jack's abandoned car would attract some kind of attention.
But nothing happened. All she heard was the heavy, uneven breathing of the two men behind her as they beat her ass over and over with that belt.
"I know your type, baby ... nice tight cunts, good tits, jigglin' 'em around guys then goin' home and laughin' about how many dicks you got hard that day, right?" Rick muttered.
"No!"
"Liar!"
Patty tightened her ass, raising her buttocks like two fists.
Gooseflesh erupted. Her cunt closed while her clit tingled, waiting for the next blow. It came like an atomic explosion, barely cutting her flesh. Patty groaned, her head falling back while her long blonde hair swept below her shoulders. The girl could hardly keep her balance. The pain was growing more and more intense. When Rick brought the belt down again Patty nearly choked on her own spit. Swirls of bright light exploded in front of her. The sounds of their voices throbbed in her head.
"OOOOWWWW!"
Another blow tore into her other buttock. She whipped her body from right to left; her feet sliding around the base of the big tree. Her tits jiggled, rolling against the rough bark. Again and again the teen begged the men to let her go. What had she done to them? She'd only been fucking her boyfriend, and for that they were doing this to her?
"ARRGHHHHHH!"
Another blow nearly broke her skin. Patty sobbed out in frustration, opening her crotch and forcing her hips into the tree. A shred of bark slid up into her cunt. Yes, yes, that was what she needed, something to take her mind off this terrible torture. She manipulated her muscles until the small object was pressing against her clit. Relaxing her hips, Patty waited until the next blow made her ass jiggle, working her snatch along the sharp-edged bark.
"Ohhhhhh!"
She closed her eyes and felt her skin crawling with pleasure. What a strange thing she was doing, fucking a tree ... and this from a girl who was too demure to let a man fuck her!
"OHHHH!"
Patty let her head fall back as the next blow slammed across both asscheeks. Her spine straightened, her head snapping back. It was as if the belt were a hammer, pounding her again and again into the tree.
She couldn't stand it much longer. She had to have something bigger, something harder in her cunt. Maybe the men would rape her ... but could she call it rape when she wanted it so badly?
"Get that damned log over here before I come all over myself," Rick grunted.
The beating had stopped. Patty sagged in her bonds, sobbing quietly into the tree while she braced her knees against the trunk. Her brain whirled maddeningly around as the men rolled a log to where she was tied. Something knocked against her heels.
"Get 'er up so I can get this fucker into place," Rick growled.
She felt her legs raised by the ankles. The log was propped against the base of the large tree, positioned at a right angle so her knees rested against the other end. The strange angle strained her tied wrists. Patty was at least three feet off the ground. The big log was broad enough to support both knees even when they spread her wide open.
"Man, she's nice and hot and wet in there," Rick said. "Just like a fuckin' broad oughtta be . . . nice and wet."
Patty shivered. It was what she wanted. God only knows it was wrong to enjoy this. But right now having both men pawing her, talking about her pussy and how they were going to fuck her until she'd be crippled for weeks made her hot and eager. The beating, the humiliation, everything turned the young teenager on.
"Yeah, I think I'll be able to get it in," Rick said, kicking a large stone over to a place just behind the log.
"Oh God, God!" Patty sobbed, burying her face in her upper arm.
Rick stepped on the rock while his partner held her legs to the log.
He straddled the blonde, pulling out his ten-inch whanger and rubbing it against her injured, whip-striped buttocks.
"Feel that mother, baby? It's gonna ream the shit outta your pussy.
And it's just the beginnin'. This is the appetizer. Man, wait 'til you see what we got for the main course!"
With that laughing comment the biker hooked his fingers around her boyish hips, bending his knees slightly and letting his fat dickhead slide down her asscrack. Patty tensed, tears rolling down her cheeks.
She was breathing deeply, feeling her belly tense and turn over. He was moving his dickrod lower, lower until he came in contact with the upper part of her cunt.
"UNNGHHHH!"
For the second time in her life a cock had penetrated Patty's cunt.
She felt her outer cuntlips peel back, the wet lips cushioning his hard driving upward thrust. She twisted her head, throwing her long blonde hair back and forth. It was wonderful having him fucking her like this! She nearly pissed from the odd excitement racing through her body now. A riot erupted between her legs, making all her nerves sing with pleasure. Her big tits hung down, rolling together and jiggling up and down while her legs kicked back at the fucking biker.
"Man, hot and tight," Rick muttered, listening to his shaft gurgling into her juicy snatch. He pulled back, watching her cuntlips pucker out. He could see the slickness of her juices coating his rod, making the next time he drove in much easier.
"Ahhhh ... ahhhhhh!" Patty cried, clawing the bark in a frenzy. Her belly muscles contracted, relaxed, then tightened again, matching the movements of her cunt. She shook her ass around, making the heavy muscles dance and jump and drive the big man behind her wild.
"She's good, man, she's ... ahhhhh FUCK!"
No, NO! He couldn't be coming! He'd just fucked her. But the sad truth was that Rick had toppled over the edge. He hadn't expected the girl to warm up this quickly to his fucking. In a flash the girl felt something hot and sticky spattering against her cuntal walls. Patty knew in an instant what it was. Jerking her body and nearly falling onto the ground the girl matched his scream with one of her own. She jerked her hips one way, then angled them another, increasing the friction that was already burning up her pussy. Fucking this way after the belt whipping drove her satisfaction to wild, dizzying heights.
It was something the girl couldn't yet begin to understand. Why did the savage acts these men performed on her arouse her so much? She was turning into as much of an animal as they were. For an instant she was hoping they would beat her more, rape her again and again until she was unconscious. What, oh, what in God's name was happening to her?
Rick had fucked her all too quickly, blowing his spunk into her cunt.
She could feel jizz trickling down her inner thighs. He drew out, grunting like an animal.
"Okay, you wanna fuck her?"
"Is she good?" Al asked, staring at the bound woman stupidly.
"Man, she's gonna gobble that mother up when you stick it in," Rick said, pointing to his buddy's thick eight-incher now sticking out of his dirty Levi's.
"Yeah, that's what I need, a cock-gobblin' cunt," Al whispered, rubbing his stubby fingers up and down over his dickhead.
Patty cringed. Behind her she could hear dogs barking. People, families! She imagined her mother sitting alone in the living room glancing nervously at the clock, wondering where her daughter was. It was going to be so delicious to come in late, knowing she'd fucked a man, and act flippantly toward her mother. Now Patty would have given anything to be home now in her own bed, safe between the covers.
Al came over. She tensed, gasped, breathed with a wheezing sound through her flared nostrils. She wondered what further degradation they were going to put her through until they were finished.
"Don't like sloppy seconds much, but ... "
With that the young biker stepped up on the rock, holding her around the waist, positioning her for his dick.
Al was even more brutal than his friend. He was gathering her flesh up in small balls, pinching them cruelly between his fingers. At times he slid his hands up to her tits and played with her nipples, tearing at them so hard the girl thought he was going to rip them off.
Greased by Rick's oozing cum, Al's cockhead slipped with a squishy pop into her cunt as he drilled his cock into her. With each thrust the girl imagined how wide, how long his prick was. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine how this scene would look to someone coming upon this clearing unexpectedly-her tied to the tree, her ass thrust back, one handsome biker holding her legs while the other was mounting her, drilling his dick again and again into her hole. It was a picture that made her gasp.
"Man, oh MAN!"
Al was coming, coming nearly as quickly as his buddy. Neither of them gave her enough time to get worked up fully. She bucked from side to side, dancing her asscheeks up and down to increase the friction. If only he'd last a few more minutes, if only he could keep his jizz packed down in his balls for a little longer she'd be able to bring herself off.
"AHHHHHH!"
But fate had other plans in store for the trembling girl. Al shot his head forward, opening his mouth and biting her so hard on the neck she thought he broke her skin. He was coming, filling her pussy with gouts of jizz. Oh, what a night this had been! Fucked three times in under an hour, and all in a cemetery!
"Yeah, yeah. Come on, let's make sure everybody knows she's our property," Al muttered, drawing his flaccid dick from her cunt.
Patty was still hot. Her pussy simmered as the mix of Rick's and Al's cum seeped from her hairy hole. The threat reached her. But until they got her down it would only be words. After she was down on the ground Patty began to think about what Al had said.
"What are you going to do?" the young woman stammered.
"You think we oughtta carve up somethin' on those nipples."
Patty stayed numb. She couldn't let the terror she felt gnawing at her heart now take over. They were only fooling, trying to frighten her purposely, enjoying her growing horror at their sick conversation.
"Hold her down," Rick rasped. "I wanna be the first one. And since it's my knife, I guess it's my ballgame."
Was he serious? Patty felt her heart pounding so hard she thought it was going to tear through her ribcage. They were stretching her out on her back, the rough ground and debris cutting her shoulders and buttocks. While Al sat on her hips and held her wrists pinned to the ground Rick took out the switchblade she'd seen earlier and flipped it open, holding the blade to her throat.
"Baby, you make any sounds while we're cuttin' up your butt and I'm gonna slit your throat," Rick growled.
"What are you talking about?" she sobbed. No, they couldn't be thinking about mutilating her. No, no, this couldn't be happening.
This was something she heard about on the radio-carved bodies being found by hikers in various canyons around Los Angeles. Would she be one of those victims?
Rick's eyes narrowed as the blade lightly shaved skin from just below her throat. He was going for her right tit. She felt the light pressure in her cleavage. The edge cut lightly, making a narrow groove without drawing any blood. The young girl was paralyzed with terror.
Her eyes were as wide as they could be while her breathing became short and raspy. At any second she expected the pressure to increase, the blade to sink into her flesh.
"AHHHHHH!"
Suddenly throwing her head back Patty screamed. The tension was too much for her. Rick laughed and bore down, making a tiny slit in the smooth tit. Her heels beat the earth, scattering brown and gray twigs around her. Her buttocks stirred dust, flinging mud into her asscrack.
Why couldn't someone hear her cries? Why, oh why, didn't someone come and save her? Surely Jack must be awake now if they hadn't killed him.
Patty screamed again, twisting around as much as she could. But she was unable to free herself. Rick traced a path to the nipple. The biker took his sweet time, enjoying her growing terror and the feel of her body writhing under him.
As the girl felt the knife she realized another sensation was going through her. The numbing terror slowly gave way to a furious heat bubbling up in her pussy. Even as revulsion for her own feelings raced through her, the desire to fuck enveloped her. She closed her thighs, undulating her hips. "Man, this little cunt's lovin' it," Rick muttered, wiping his mouth.
He moved the tip of the blade to her right nipple. Rick made sure he didn't cut any flesh. He was teasing her, teasing her mercilessly with the sharp blade. Patty couldn't take it, beating the ground with her ass, bearing down on her bloated clit, trying to achieve orgasm by herself.
"Man, let's get 'er outta here to some place where we can really show her a good time," Rick muttered, closing the blade and shoving it back into the small holster. Patty felt as if she were going to faint. The men were helping her off the ground, slipping her torn clothing on her and leading her to where their bikes were parked.