Chapter 6
"Oooohhh, my head!" Carol woke the next morning with a sex hangover. Her body ached from the many bizarre positions she had contorted herself into last night while three men and two women fucked, sucked, and licked the hell out of her. And there was the dope. Steve finally got her to smoke his weed.
Where was everybody? The house seemed empty. Carol rolled naked out of her blankets and looked around the deserted living room. No wonder. It was nearly eleven o'clock. It was a work day for most of the others. Chris was going back down the mountain with Kathy, to stay with her a few days. That left just Carol and Joe up on the mountain. Joe. Carol shivered. He could sure fuck, but she still got nervous around the big man. There was something dangerous about him.
But he wasn't in his room, Carol noticed on her way to the bathroom. He was out and he must have taken Rajah with him. Carol quickly got dressed. Hot black coffee jolted some life back into her, but, oh, her cunt was sore! She had fucked it raw. How long had she been at the cabin now? Two or three days? She really didn't know. The days and nights ran together into a blur of endless, half-remembered fucking.
But she'd been here long enough. It seemed like an omen that she was the only one left in the house. She'd go down and pick up her car and leave quietly, leaving her shameful behavior behind. Her car certainly should be ready by now.
On her way down to the village, Carol was once again struck by the beauty of this place. Another clear sparkling morning, with a soft refreshing breeze. Squirrels shot up and down the trunks of the huge trees. It would have been a nice place to stay if she hadn't fouled it up with her shameless sexual abandon. My God, it had been good to fuck, though! The dull ache in Carol's cunt reminded her of the countless times cocks and cunts had slid up inside its slick depths since she'd picked up Chris.
Time to get out of here before she turned into an animal. When Carol got to the garage, she found the mechanic bent over the engine of her car. One look at the clutter of parts scattered around told her it was far from fixed. "We got the parts, all right," the mechanic told her. "But we ran into some unexpected trouble with the valves. It'll be another day or two."
Carol experienced a curiously let down feeling. She had been keyed up to steal silently away, and now she couldn't. Realizing she was hungry, Carol asked the mechanic if there was anyplace she could buy breakfast. "Sure," he said. "Go on over to the restaurant. That's it over there, right next to the general store." The man was pointing to a small cluster of rustic-looking wooden buildings. Carol walked the couple of hundred yards and entered the cool, woody interior of a small restaurant-bar. A group of men sat at a table by the far wall, drinking beer.
Carol had seated herself and was ordering breakfast, when one of the men called to her. "Hey, Carol! How's it feeling this morning?" It was Joe. The group of men around him snickered. With a sinking feeling, Carol realized Joe must have been telling them about her wild behavior up at the cabin. Hating the big crude man, Carol forced herself to remain in the restaurant and eat her breakfast. She could hear a rising murmur of conversation between Joe and his buddies. There was an occasional smutty laugh. No doubt Joe was giving them a blow by blow description of last night.
Carol's face was burning by the time she finished her breakfast. Not trusting herself to look at the men, she walked straight to the cash register and paid. There was a scraping of chairlegs against the wooden floor behind her as she stepped into the bright morning. "Oh, that shithead!" Carol fumed. She started walking rapidly back toward the cabin. But after going only a few yards, Carol heard the restaurant door opening and closing, and the thump of heavy boots on the wooden porch.
The men were coming out of the restaurant! Carol started walking faster. Maybe they hadn't noticed her. The young brunette was halfway up a wooded slope before she dared look back. Oh, no! Joe and two other men were following her, with Rajah loping along beside them.
Carol started to run. She was about two hundred yards ahead of the men. She didn't think she could outrun them, but if she could get out of their sight for a few seconds, perhaps she could hide in the thick underbrush. Topping a rise, Carol suddenly darted off the main trail. Trying her best not to leave tracks, she scrambled into a clump of thick underbrush and lay down.
Hardly daring to breathe, Carol heard the men as they topped the rise. "Hey! Where the hell did she go?" a strange voice said. "Beats me," she heard Joe reply. "Maybe she ran on ahead. Let's hurry up!" Sighing with relief, Carol heard the men sliding down the main trail. "Goddamn it! Where's that fucking dog going?" Joe suddenly snarled. "Rajah! Get your ass back here!"
Horrified, Carol heard the dog snuffling through the brush toward her. Suddenly he burst into her hiding place and started licking her face and barking happily. "Go away! Go away!" Carol hissed desperately. But it was no use. Rajah kept up his joyful barking. "Hey! The dog's found something!" Joe exclaimed. Carol froze as she heard the men coming back up the trail. A minute later the bushes parted over her.
"Well ... look at that," Joe said, grinning as he looked down at Carol. "Whatcha doin'? Taking a nap?" "Leave me alone, Joe," Carol said desperately. "Just leave me alone." Joe looked surprised. "Leave you alone? Hell, baby, last night it was you who wouldn't leave Joe's poor old cock alone. I gotta confess, it's developed a taste for that hot little cunt of yours. How about a little pussy for me and my friends? Right out here in the open?"
The other men had come up now. The three of them stood towering above the crouching girl, leering down at her. Carol could see that they were all drunk. "I ...I just want to go back to the cabin. Please," she said in a small, scared voice. The sexual excitement emanating from Joe and his two friends was menacing. "Naw," Joe said. "Why don't you stay here and entertain us a little while." He and one of the other men seized Carol by the arms and hoisted her to her feet. "There's a nice spot to talk, right over there," he said.
Carol was half-dragged to a small grassy clearing. She flinched away from their relentless prodding touch. What makes it so different now? she wondered. For the last couple of days she had been taking on all comers, fucking both men and women. Even Steve, as obnoxious as he was. So why did she feel so revolted by the thought of fucking Joe and his two companions? That was clearly what they wanted.
Then she realized she was scared because they had hunted her down like a wild animal. Deep inside, she had a fear they were going to hurt her. And she was tired of being used and abused by every man up here who wanted to stick a cock in her. "Let me go! Let me GO!" she yelled, struggling helplessly in their iron grips.
"Hey ... cut it out!" Joe snarled, grabbing hold of Carol's arm so tightly that the pain made her gasp. Instantly she quieted. "I don't think she's gonna let us do it, Joe," one of the men said, a tall, slender, leather-faced man. "Don't you believe it, Pete," Joe grunted. "She's always like this at first, but once she gets turned on, she'd fuck a goat."
Carol cringed at the description. But she realized that Joe was right, at least the way he saw it. Hadn't she actually fucked a dog? "She sure looks like she's got a nice body," the second man said. He was short and stocky, with a good-looking, but rather brutal face. "Let me tell you, Tom," Joe said. "She's stacked. Here, take a look at her tits!"
While the other two men held her, Joe began to unbutton her blouse. He was so excited that he began ripping buttons off. When Carol started struggling, trying to keep the big man from completely stripping her of her blouse, he jerked too hard and tore the flimsy garment. "Hold still, damn you!" he snarled. "Or you'll wish you had."
His menacing tone frightened Carol. She forced herself to hold still while he roughly removed her bra. Now the quivering girl stood naked to the waist, imprisoned in the iron grip of-the men. Her big tits rose and fell rapidly in time to her frightened breathing. "Jesus! Look at them knockers!" Pete grunted. One of his rough hands dug into Carol's tit, the callused fingers sinking deep into soft creamy flesh.
"Lemme have one of 'em," Tom said eagerly. He began fondling Carol's other tit, paying particular attention to the nipple. "Like silk," he said. "And feel that sweet little nipple. Getting hard already." With a shock, Carol realized he was right. As she looked down she could see her nipples swelling under the unwanted attention. It seemed that her body would react to anything, no matter how unresponsive she wanted to be.
"I'm gonna get her panties off," Joe said, kneeling in front of Carol. She started struggling again. "Oh, no ... not my panties! Please! Leave them alone!" She knew that once the men stripped her, she would be totally at their mercy. She writhed and twisted, holding her legs as far apart as she could so that Joe couldn't slip the panties down her legs.
After a short, fierce struggle, Joe realized he wasn't getting anywhere. With a muttered curse, he pulled out a small sheath knife he was wearing on one hip. Carol froze. Oh my God! she thought. He's going to kill me! But Joe had other ideas. As Carol held still, afraid to move, he cut her panties off her. He threw the tattered rags into the brush.
"Now, you guys want to feel a fabulous cunt, be my guests," he said proudly. While Carol stood ashamed, Pete knelt and shoved his hand up underneath her skirt. His blunt fingers thrust their way up into Carol's crotch, searching out her pussy. She tried to keep her legs clamped together, and all Pete got was a handful of her soft pussy hair.
But then Tom started worming his hand toward her cunt from behind. Carol stiffened, and tried to writhe away from his hand. But her loins thrust forward, opening her slit to Pete. "Uuuhhhh," she whimpered as the lanky man's hard forefinger shot into her tender pussy slit. Instantly she jerked back, only to feel Tom's hand probing at her cuntal opening.
Tears of rage and shame coursing down her face, Carol had no choice but to stand there while their hands plundered her pussy. Tom's finger hurt as it shoved brutally up into her cunt. And Pete was eagerly mauling her clit with his forefinger, his long, dirty nail scraping the tender little bud. "Hey ... she's getting wet!" Tom laughed. Not only could Carol feel the familiar moist heat building slowly between her thighs, but she could hear a wet squishing sound as the two men slopped their fingers inside her cunt.
What's the matter with me? Carol desperately asked herself. I shouldn't be reacting to these filthy brutes at all. "Let's get that skirt off her," Joe suggested. The other two men were eager to help as he stripped off the simple garment, the last article of clothing Carol was wearing. In a moment she was standing totally naked, propped up between the three grinning men. Her flesh crawled as she felt their eyes raking over her nude body.
Tom seemed particularly interested in her tits. His hands roamed over the big firm mounds, digging into their silky softness. Leaning forward, he started sucking the nipples and nibbling them. Carol fought to keep silent. With growing horror, she realized that what Tom was doing to her tits felt good. Little tremors of pleasure were radiating from her well-sucked nipples. But she'd be damned if she'd give these miserable animals a chance to find out. Vowing not to utter a sound, Carol gritted her teeth as Tom continued his licking and sucking. But it was hard. Hard as her swelling nipples.
"Come on, let's get her down on the ground," Pete said. "I want to fuck her." Carol tried to resist one last time. Kicking and struggling, she fought the three men as they pushed her onto the soft grass. Rajah, who had been sitting a little off to one side, nervously eyeing the scene, now began to bark furiously. His loyalties were divided between Joe and Carol. He rushed from one to the other, barking as the struggle continued.
"Damn mutt!" Joe yelled. "Git! Git the hell out of here!" Picking up a stone, he threw it at the dog. Rajah yelped and dodged aside. Running about twenty yards away, he continued to pace back and forth nervously as he watched Carol being raped by the three men. Even when the men had her on her back, Carol kept struggling. "Goddamn!" Pete said. "How'll we ever hold her still enough to fuck her?"
"I got an idea," Tom said. "Let's tie her up." Pulling a length of cord from his bulging pocket, he started tying Carol's wrists and ankles to small saplings, until she was lying spread-eagled on the grass. Finally Carol had to stop struggling. Fighting against the cords only made them bite painfully into her wrists and ankles. She lay panting, looking hopelessly up at the three grinning men.
"She's a real beauty," Pete said, staring down at the naked girl: His eyes swept over her firm, upthrusting tits, rising and falling in time to her ragged breathing. Because of her arms being tied, Carol's ribcage protruded such that her stomach hollowed out beneath. Her slim waist curved down into broad, lush hips, punctuated at the center by a dark patch of curly pussy hair.
Pete knelt between the cringing girl's wide-splayed legs. He was staring into her crotch. Beneath the soft screen of her pussy hair he could see the gleam of naked cunt flesh. "I gotta fuck that," he grunted. "But first I'm gonna take a look at what my cock's going into." Pete slid his rough hands up the velvety insides of Carol's thighs. She cringed as her tender skin was scratched and bruised. "Soft as silk," Pete murmured as his fingers brushed her cunt hair out of the way.
Placing a thumb on each cuntlip, Pete pried her pussy open. The thick outer lips peeled out of the way, revealing the moist pinkness within. Carol's labia slowly gaped open, dark with blood around the edges. Pete could see past them to the deepest recesses of her cunt. Little trickles of pussy juice ran down the deep slit, and a sweet, heady aroma wafted up from Carol's cunt.
"Jesus," Pete mumbled. "Any man who'd stick a cock in that sweet little box oughta have his tongue cut out." "Whatta you mean, Pete?" Tom asked nervously. He was kneeling beside Carol, fondling her pink-nippled tits. "I mean, I'm gonna eat her," Pete growled. "Then I'll fuck her!"
Why don't they just get it over with? Carol wondered. Why torture her this way? She lay on her back, her arms and legs stretched taut, unable to move. Never had she felt so helpless. Now Pete wanted to stick his rotten tongue up her cunt. Well, let him! She'd be damned if she'd give any of these bastards the satisfaction of seeing her react! But when was he going to start? The waiting was getting to be too much for Carol. She raised her head and stared down at Pete. His head was only inches from her cunt. He was staring down into its flushed depths, licking his lips. She was intensely aware of how helplessly open her cunt was.
"Oh, no! Please! Let me go," she whimpered for one last time. "Please don't do this horrible thing to me!" Pete looked up at her disbelievingly. "Are you nuts?" he demanded. "You think I'd stop now? With a cunt like this staring me in the face?" The lanky man leaned forward and buried his face between Carol's outstretched legs. "Aaaahhhh!" Carol cried as she felt Pete's tongue lance up her cunt. The sound burst out of her. . She couldn't help herself. It felt as if she'd been plugged into an electric socket. Wild tremors shot through her cunt. Gritting her teeth, Carol tried to control herself. But it was impossible. Pete was tonguing her cunt avidly, stabbing deep into the most sensitive parts.
Carol struggled to writhe away from that lashing tongue, but the ropes were too tight. She could only pound her hips up and down against the ground. Pete wound his arms around Carol's thighs, holding her down. Working his lips deep into her pussy slit, he sought out her clit with his tongue. "Uuuunnnggghhh," Carol moaned. She abruptly stopped struggling. Now her only movements were confined to a violent trembling of her hips and belly. With the last of her strength, she fought back against the intense sensations shuddering through her cunt, but it was no use.
Once again her body betrayed her. "Ooooohhhh," she whimpered. My God, but Pete's busy tongue felt wonderful inside her cunt! Moaning more loudly, Carol writhed underneath Pete's bulk. Now her hips were steadily pumping. She twisted her cunt in little circles, teasing it against Pete's lashing tongue. "Mmmmnnnnn," she moaned. If he kept this up, she knew she'd come!
"Wow, that hot little cunt really changes her tune fast!" Tom exclaimed, his hands full of Carol's tits. "I told you, didn't I?' Joe laughed. "Once you turn her on, it's hard as hell to get her turned back off. "Hey, when you gonna stop playing around and fuck her, Pete?" Tom asked. "We're gonna want our turns, too."
Pete pulled his face away from Carol's cunt, his cheeks glistening with her pussy juices. "Jesus! She's so fucking wet I'm afraid I'm gonna drown," he spluttered. "Time to dip the old wick." Totally out of control now, Carol winced when Pete withdrew his tongue from her cunt. She wanted him to tongue her some more. "Please . . . " she begged. "Please . . . " "Please what?" Pete asked. He was kneeling, unzipping his fly, ready to pull out his cock. But he waited a moment. "Please what?" he demanded once again.
Carol blushed. She hated to say it, but her cunt demanded attention. "C-Can you lick me a little more?" she asked timidly. Her cunt burned and twitched, waiting. "Uh-uh," Pete said bluntly. "I've had all the cunt-eating I want today." Consternation showed on Carol's lovely, flushed face. "Oh, please!" she blurted out. "Just a little more! Just so I can come!"
"You got it all wrong," Pete said with evil grin. "I'm not gonna eat you. I'm gonna fuck you ... with this!" Reaching into his pants, Pete pulled out his cock, thick and hard and throbbing. "Oh, yes ... yes . . . that'll do it," Carol said. She lay back, waiting for him to shove his big prick up into her needing cunt. But nothing happened. After a short while, Carol looked up. "What's the matter?" she asked Pete. "I'm waiting," he said flatly, gently stroking his erect cock. "I'm waiting for you to beg me." "What?" Carol exclaimed.
"I'm waiting for you to beg me to fuck you. Unless you do, you don't get one inch of this hard old cock." The leer on Pete's face sickened Carol. She wanted his cock, her pussy needed his cock. But could she stand the humiliation of begging the grinning man? "Okay," she gritted out from between her teeth. "Okay ... do it to me."
Pete moved forward, until the tip of his cock was brushing over the girl's heated cuntlips. She strained upward, trying to coax the big organ up into her cunt. "That's not enough," Pete leered. "Say you want me to fuck you. Use that word." The last of Carol's control went. "Oh, all right!" she wailed. "I want you to fuck me! Shove your cock up my cunt! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Carol hated herself for giving in. Debased and humiliated, she cringed as Pete moved in closer on his knees. "Okay, baby," he snickered. "You asked for it nice, now you're gonna get it." Pete worked the head of his cock up and down Carol's slick pussy slit, getting it good and wet with her gushing juices. Only then did he shove the cock just up inside the writhing girl's cuntal opening.
"What was that you were asking me?" he asked again, hesitating for a moment. "You rotten sonofabitch!" Carol raged. "Stop torturing me! Ram your cock up my cunt!" "You asked for it, baby," Pete grunted. He stared down to where his cock half-disappeared up Carol's cunt. Her soft wet pussy lips were clamping around the boated tip desperately. Looking up, he saw her eyes begging him to fuck her. He couldn't hold back another moment. With a single powerful flick of his hips, Pete buried his swollen cock in Carol's pussy.
"Oh, yes ... that's the way!" she wailed. "Yes ... yessssss! Shove your big cock all the way up to my throat! Fuck me until I howl!" "Jesus, what a hot bitch," Pete muttered. Falling full length on the brunette's tightly bound body, he began to fuck into her savagely.
Panting and moaning on the grass, Carol found herself being overcome by a new thrill. She loved being tied down. Somehow it made being fucked by Pete a lot sexier. Almost as if she were a helpless sacrifice to his thrusting cock. It made it easier for her to let go. Being tied in place, she could become as wild inside as she wanted. The harder it was for her to move on her own, the more she wanted to, and the only part of her left free was her cunt. All her attention was focused on that one sensitive spot.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she moaned. "Fuck my cunt!" Carol could hardly believe it was her own voice she was hearing, uttering a solid string of obscenities. The last of her reserve had disappeared. She knew now she would let these men fuck her whenever they wanted. She was their slave.
Carol had her first orgasm of the day. Her back arched as much as her bonds would allow. As her spasming pussy clamped around Pete's steadily pumping cock, he started to come. "Christ! Her cunt feels like it's gonna pinch my cock in two!" Pete wailed as he started pumping cum into the girl s twitching pussy. "Yeah," Joe grinned. "She's got a real snapping pussy. Gobbles cock like a chicken going after a worm."
Pete panted out the rest of his orgasm, then pulled his dripping cock from Carol's cunt. "More . .'. more . . . " Carol pleaded, her hips writhing upward, searching for another cock. "Jesus, it's my turn, ain't it, Joe?" Tom asked hopefully. Already he had pulled his stiff prick out of his pants. Carol eyed it eagerly. "Sure, go. ahead, Tom," Joe said grandly. He knew he'd get his. There was no wearing out this chick's cunt.