Chapter 5
"I think that can be arranged," Chuck said.
His voice was calm but his heart was beating faster and his cock was stiffening. He could hardly believe it. Quiet Jane. Just like his beautiful sister. And how many others, he wondered. Who else?
But for now there was Jane. And what she wanted - to be raped.
They rode for a time in silence. When Jane spoke again he had to strain to hear her over the noise of the car. "I'll fight you," she said.
"Okay."
She looked at him then. "I mean it. I'll fight. I'll fight hard. You'll have to really do it." She paused. "Because if I can stop you," she added slowly, "it's no good."
"No problem," Chuck said. "Don't worry about it. I play football, remember? And I'll have Joe to help me." He shot a glance at her. She was slightly flushed and breathing quickly. "Fight all you want," he went on. "It won't do you any good. You're gonna get raped, all right. We'll hold you down and spread you out and rip off your clothes, and then-" He paused for effect. He was exciting himself as much as her. "Then we'll fuck you. We'll fuck the hell out of you."
"Ohhh," the girl moaned softly. She closed her eyes. "If you can do that . . ." she breathed after a moment. "If you can really do that, then I think I feel that-that . . ."
"That what?"
"That I'll belong to you," she whispered.
"You will," Chuck said, and pulled up in front of Joe's house.
Joe opened the door at Chuck's ring. He smiled when he saw the girl. "Hi, Jane," he said in a friendly manner.
Jane, still a bit flushed, barely nodded to him. She walked past him and entered the house. Chuck followed, but stopped just inside the door and pulled Joe aside, while the girl went through the small foyer into the living room, glancing about her warily.
"What's happening?" Joe asked.
"It's all set," Chuck said in a low voice. "Hope you're feeling strong, buddy."
"What do you mean?"
"The chick wants to be raped. Like for real. And we're just the boys to do it."
Joe's mouth fell open. "Jesus," he whispered. "Yeah. And we might as well not waste any time. You ready?"
"I . . ." Joe took a deep breath. "Hell, yes!" "Let's do it." Chuck led the way into the living room.
Jane was standing in the middle of the room, still looking nervously around. When she saw the two boys walking purposefully toward her, she immediately turned and began to run. They grabbed her.
She had not been kidding. She fought as hard as she could. Though her strength was no match for theirs, she used every ounce of it in an attempt to fight them off. She struggled and kicked and flailed at them, and at first it was all they could do to hold on to her at all. Finally they each managed to get a grip on one of her arms, limiting her movements, but they still had to hold her tightly while avoiding her wildly kicking feet. Her body jerked and twisted, fighting fiercely to get free. At one point she broke Joe's grip on her right arm and used it to beat and claw at Chuck's face, leaving a deep scratch just under his eye before Joe recaptured her.
"Christ!" Chuck yelled. "Hold her, damn it!" "I'm trying!" Joe panted, gripping Jane's arm harder and twisting to avoid a hard kick in the shin from her right foot. "Jesus, she's wild! You sure she wants this?"
"Yeah." With his free hand Chuck reached up to seize a fistful of the girl's straight black hair. He pulled hard at it, forcing her head back until she was looking into his eyes. "Don't you, baby?" he gritted.
Jane spat in his face.
His eyes widened in surprise and anger. "You bitch!" he shouted, and releasing her hair, he slapped her hard. And then again.
He saw the sudden strange brightness in her eyes, the response to the pain, but her struggles did not lessen. She still fought with everything she had, squirming desperately, kicking, even trying to bite.
All three of them were panting heavily now. Chuck was attempting to kick Jane's legs from under her, but was not succeeding. With a curse, he pulled the arm he was holding behind her. "Hold her arms," he ordered Joe breathlessly. "Hold both of them. And for God's sake, don't let go!"
Too winded to reply, Joe obeyed. Grasping one of the struggling girl's wrists in each hand, he held them behind her back, maintaining his grip with difficulty, while Chuck bent down and, barely avoiding a wild kick in the face, encircled her flailing legs with his arms and pulled them out from beneath her, bringing her crashing to the ground with a cry.
Her sudden fall broke Joe's hold on her arms, but Chuck immediately threw himself on top of her, crushing her body under his, and quickly grabbed for her flailing hands. He held on to them until Joe again seized her wrists and, pulling her arms high over her head, pinned them to the floor with all his strength.
Chuck pushed himself up and slid down the girl's body until he was sitting on her legs. Jane was now rendered relatively immobile, though she still squirmed and heaved, refusing to give in. She was gasping for breath now, as was Joe, and Chuck was not much better off. He took a moment to recover, gazing down at the pinioned, writhing girl.
Her glasses had become dislodged in the struggle and were sitting crookedly on her nose. Chuck reached for them and pulled them off, then threw them aside. Jane made a strange sound, as if he had hurt her. Without them she looked unexpectedly vulnerable. but she twisted more frantically than before.
"Christ!" Joe panted as he concentrated on keeping Jane's wrists pinned. "We ought to tie her up.
"No ," Chuck said decisively. With her arms stretched over her head, Jane's heaving breasts stood out prominently, straining against the material of her blouse. Deliberately, Chuck dropped his hand onto one. "We'll do this all by ourselves," he said.
He squeezed the breast cruelly. Jane began to whimper. Her eyes closed. Her head rolled from side to side. "Don't," she moaned. "Oh, don't!" Her struggles subsided, but only slightly. Chuck grinned. He took his hand from her breast and inserted it into the collar of her blouse.
"Okay, Janie," he rasped. "Time to get naked." "No!" the girl cried.
"Oh yes." It would have been simple to unbutton the blouse, but Chuck was beyond that now. Hooking his fingers into the neck of the garment, he tugged sharply downward. A button flew off, and there was the sound of ripping material. Chuck tugged again. More buttons popped, and in a moment he had torn the blouse all the way down the front. With a satisfied grunt, he pulled it open, drawing the bottom of it out of her skirt and spreading it wide on either side of her. She wore a white bra, above which the slopes of her tits curved with a tempting fullness. Below it her smooth flat stomach went up and down like a bellows with her gasping breath. Combined with the play of flesh and muscle caused by her twisting, squirming body, the effect was extremely sensuous. Chuck saw Joe lick his lips and exclaim under his breath.
When he reached for her bra, the girl tensed her body and gave a mighty heave, making a futile attempt to throw him off her. Chuck just grinned again and clutched at the front of the bra. He pulled strongly, but the garment held firm. Muttering a curse, he hooked a hand beneath each of the thin shoulder straps and pulled with all his remaining strength. The force of it lifted the girl's upper body off the floor. Fiercely and angrily Chuck jerked at the straps until finally one of them gave way. In a moment the other followed suit. Jane bit her lip and gave a helpless moan as he pulled the bra down off her tits, letting it lie like a crumpled ribbon beneath them.
"Well now," Chuck panted hoarsely. "Just look at that!"
The lovely reddish-pink nipples that crowned Jane's perfectly rounded and quivering breasts were standing up hard and stiff, almost visibly throbbing as they rose and fell with her heaving tits. Chuck's hands went to her breasts immediately, and after caressing and kneading the naked globes to his satisfaction, he. took those tiny spires and rolled them thoughtfully between his thumb and forefinger. The panting girl turned her head to look up at him, her eyes wide with fear or expectancy. He looked directly into those eyes as he closed his fingers on the tender nipples, pinching them lightly at first and then gradually increasing the pressure until his fingers trembled.
Jane's head went back and a series of guttural, animal-like cries came from her throat. Chuck maintained his grip until the thrashing of her body slowed and then virtually stopped. She lay exhausted, groaning, her breath coming in sobbing gasps. Then he released her breasts and slid further down on her legs so that he could get at her skirt.
"Oh, my god," Joe muttered thickly, squirming in anticipation as he continued to hold the girl's wrists down. "Hurry up, for Chrissake, or I'm gonna shoot in my pants!"
Chuck ignored him. He grasped the hem of Jane's knee-length skirt and pushed it up until it was bunched up around her waist. Her thighs were as shapely and inviting as her calves, and her crotch was protected by a pair of thin white panties. Again the girl gave a wordless cry of protest as he reached for this last garment. It took him three mighty tugs to tear it away from her.
A soft, silky growth of dark pubic hair lay just above the mysterious juncture of her tightly closed thighs. Joe made a breathy, groaning noise. Chuck now raised himself to his knees, still warily keeping Jane's legs trapped between his, and with great deliberation unzipped his trousers. The sound brought the girl's head around again. She stared at him like a hypnotized bird as he slowly worked his engorged cock out of the opening of his fly. Freed, it stood tall and rigid at eager attention, jerking slightly, a small clear drop of anticipatory fluid seeping from its tip. Jane's eyes went round and she drew in her breath with a hiss.
"There it is, baby," Chuck said roughly. "That's the thing that's going to take your virginity in just about ten seconds."
"No!" the girl breathed, in a voice that was barely audible. But she did not take her eyes from the looming phallus.
Chuck now raised himself off her legs so that he might get between them. He was on guard against any more attempts she might make to kick him; but instead she quickly crossed her ankles and locked her feet tightly together.
Chuck shook his head at her. "That won't help you, Janie. You're gonna get it no matter what. So relax and enjoy it." He grasped a slim ankle in each hand and pulled. Jane stubbornly resisted, using what was left of her strength to keep her legs together. But it was no use. With a little effort Chuck soon managed to unlock her ankles, and then inexorably to force her legs apart, wider and wider, crawling up between them as he did so. Now she did try to kick, but could only do so blindly and ineffectively. As Chuck slid between her knees, he lifted the thrashing legs and levered them up over his shoulders. Holding them helpless, he pushed forward. Her hips were forced upward, her crotch open and defenseless. Her vaginal lips gaped, revealing the pink, unexplored flesh behind them.
"Okay," Chuck rasped breathlessly. "Here we go.
Jane tried fruitlessly to twist her crotch away from his advancing phallus. "No!" she cried. "No, don't!"
"Too late now, baby," Chuck gritted. "You wanted this - and you're gonna get it." And, splaying the girl's legs further apart, he maneuvered himself until his eager prick rested at the very entrance of her cunt.
Still she tried vainly to squirm away. "No!" she yelled again. "No! Please!"
"You're gonna get raped, Janie," Chuck panted. "Right now. Ready, baby?"
One last time the girl put everything she had into an effort to get away. Her entire body heaved and twisted wildly. Joe had all he could do just to hold on to her wrists. Chuck kept hold of her legs, keeping his cock where it was, ready to do its work. He waited her out.
At last she had no more strength to resist. She lay gasping for breath, moaning and exhausted. She waited helplessly, her eyes tightly closed.
"Look at me, Janie," Chuck said.
"Jesus!" Joe cried. "Fuck her already! I can't stand it!"
"She'll get fucked, all right," Chuck said hoarsely. "I want her to look at me when I bust her damn cherry."
The girl moaned piteously. Her eyes stayed closed.
Chuck pinched the flesh of her thighs cruelly with both hands. "Look at me, damn it!"
Jane's eyes opened. There was fear in them. There was pain. There was ... waiting. "No," she whimpered.
Chuck grinned down into her face. "Yes," he panted triumphantly. "Yes, Janie. Now!"
And with all his strength, he thrust himself up inside her.
She screamed as her maidenhead was ripped away. She screamed again when Chuck gave another great lunge, pushing even deeper into her virgin cunt, burying his large staff in her almost to the hilt.
He held himself there, not moving now, looking down at her.
Her eyes were still open, but unfocused. She gave a series of loud, painful groans; and then she was silent, except for the gasping sound of her breathing.
After a long moment, Chuck very slowly and deliberately began to fuck her, pulling his cock almost all the way out of her and then feeding it back in with controlled, unhurried strokes, which brought a frenzied groan from Joe, still holding the girl's arms. Jane showed no response. She lay limp, panting and glassy-eyed.
"Hey, Janie," Chuck said, still moving at the same slow tempo. "Know what I'm doing? I'm raping you. You hear me? I'm raping you, Janie." There was a soft moan from the girl.
"That's right," Chuck said, encouraged. He speeded up his strokes just a little. "Just like you wanted, baby. You're being raped. Quiet little Jane is getting raped."
Jane moaned again, louder. Her eyes closed and then opened wide, clearer now.
Chuck went faster.
"Like it, Janie? Huh? It's about time you got fucked. You're really a sexy little piece. I'm gonna fuck the hell out of you. And then Joe's gonna fuck the hell out of you. He's gonna rape you too. Right, Joe?"
"Bet your ass," Joe growled hoarsely.
"And she's gonna love it. Aren't you, Jane? You love it now, don't you?" He moved harder. "Don't you, baby? Huh?"
A gasp from the girl, and then more moaning. "Sure you do." He was speaking more breathlessly as his strokes grew more energetic. "You dig being raped. Right? Come on, tell me, Janie. Tell me you love it. Tell me!"
"Ohhhhh . . ." the girl groaned. "Ohhh . . ." Her body was beginning to respond, her hips moved slightly, involuntarily, under his thrusts.
"Tell me!" Chuck demanded again. "Tell me or I'll stop." And he did, suddenly, stopped moving and held himself still.
Joe made an agonized noise in his throat.
A surprised whimper came from the girl, then a wordless cry of protest.
"Tell me you love it," Chuck said softly.
There was a long pause, filled with the sound of their panting.
"Yes," Jane whispered finally. "Yes . . ." "Yes, what?"
"Yes!" she cried. "I love it. I love it! Do it!" Chuck did it. He went at it harder than before. Now it was as if a dam had broken inside the girl. She arched her body to meet his assault. A crescendo of cries and groans came from her throat. Her head rolled from side to side. She babbled.
"Do it! Oh god yes! Rape me!" she shrieked. "Harder! Harder!"
Chuck slammed into her, pounding her hips against the floor, bending her legs back painfully, his fingers digging into her thighs. She screamed shrilly; and then her body stiffened, and her eyes went wide, the pupils rolling back in her head as the savage force of her first coital climax smashed through her. She screamed again, coming with a series of racking spasms which twisted her impaled body until the boy on top of her had to grit his teeth to keep from joining her in orgasm.
He managed it however; and when finally she was finished and lay still, limp and panting and semi-dazed, he was still hard and stiff inside her. Breathing heavily, he pulled out of her and pushed himself up on his hands and knees, still triumphantly erect, grinning down at the conquered girl.
"The rape of Jamie Burkheimer," he said softly. The girl moaned.
"Jesus," Joe said. His voice was a breathless croak. -"Aren't you gonna ... "
"Later," Chuck told him. "Your turn now."
Joe eagerly crawled around to get into the position Chuck had occupied, scrabbling at his trousers as the other boy made way for him. As he drew out his more-than-ready cock, Jane made a whimpering sound and tried to curl herself into a ball.
"No," she breathed. "No more. Not now. Please . . ."
"Come on now, Janie," Chuck said. He grabbed her hands and pulled them back over her head, holding them as Joe had done, stretching her body flat as before. "Joe wants to rape you too. And you want him to. Don't you?"
"Please . . ."
Chuck tightened his hold on her wrists, squeezing them with his powerful hands. "Don't you?"
Jane said nothing, but her breath rasped in her throat and her nipples were erect again.
"Open your legs for him, Janie. Go on. Spread them nice and wide."
There was a pause. Then with a groan she obeyed. Her thighs gaped. Joe fell on top of her.
It didn't take long. Joe came with a rush. He lay gasping. "Damn," he muttered. "Should have lasted longer. All that waiting, and watching you and all ... Shit!"
Chuck shrugged. "So do it again," he said.
Joe's eyes brightened slowly. "Yeah. Yeah, why not?" And he did it again. Slower this time. With ample attention to Jane's lovely tits and legs and body. While Chuck held her wrists pinned, though it was doubtful that that was still necessary.
Finally Joe came again.
Joe rolled off her and lay on his back beside her, a look of satisfaction on his face. Chuck released her wrists and placed himself on the other side of her sprawled body. Gently, he stroked her. Her face was slack, her eyes unfocussed.
"You belong to us now, Janie," he said softly. "Remember? Remember what you said?"
"What'd you say?" Joe asked with lazy curiosity.
"She said if we could rape her, then she felt she would belong to us. And now she does. Don't you, Jane?"
The girl's eyes focused slowly on his face. He smiled at her. He stroked her tits. He rubbed his stiff cock against her thigh. "Tell us, Janie. Tell us you belong to us."
The girl swallowed. "I..." she began. "I don't . . ." And then she began to tremble. Her eyes closed. "Oh god," she whispered. "Yes. Yes. I do. I know I do. I belong to you."
"Good girl," Chuck said. And then he stood up and began to take off his clothes.
Joe followed suit. Neither youth had previously had time to do more than open his zipper and release his cock. Now Jane's eyes flickered nervously from one to the other as they stripped themselves naked. Her gaze rested finally on Chuck, with his impressive build and his large, still-rampant cock.
Naked, Chuck planted a foot on each side of the girl's body, looming over her deliberately. Then he lowered himself slowly to his knees, straddling her chest, and knelt upright so that the stiff, throbbing prick arched out over her face. It was streaked with dark reddish-brown stains left by the rupturing of Jane's maidenhead.
Chuck pointed to his soiled cock. "See that'? That's blood, Janie. Your virgin blood." He paused. "I want you to lick it off," he said.
The girl's eyes, which had been fastened as though hypnotized on his prick, now lifted to his, widening in her startled face.
"Do it, Jane," Chuck said, his voice soft but commanding. "You belong to us, and you do what we tell you. You understand that?"
After a moment, Jane nodded wordlessly, her eyes never leaving his.
"Now lick your virgin blood off my cock," Chuck said.
Her eyes fell to the erect cock again. Then she lifted her head, and brought her face close to the straining lance. She took a deep, shuddering breath, and then her tongue came out, touched the waiting flesh. She began to lick. She licked all the blood off his cock.
When she had finished, her head fell back. She lay unmoving except for the rise and fall of her breasts in rhythm with her uneven breathing. Chuck's cock was clean now, damp with her saliva. Joe's, despite its double workout, was beginning to rise again.
"You like the taste of cock, Janie?" Chuck asked.
The girl did not reply.
"Sure you do," Chuck went on. "And I'm gonna give you some more right now." He leaned forward slightly, supporting himself on his hands, then lowered himself until the tip of his prick touched the girl's lips. An involuntary whimper came from her.
"Open your mouth, Jane," Chuck said.
She did not obey immediately. There was a long pause. Chuck did not repeat his order. He waited, motionless, his straining dick still resting on the soft, quivering lips.
Jane opened her mouth.
He lowered his cock gradually into her mouth, bit by bit, until a little over half of it had disappeared between the now widespread lips. This was obviously as much as the girl could take without choking. With deliberate slowness, he pulled back, until only the tip was still in her mouth; then inched it forward again.
"Suck it, Janie," he said to her. He moved back and forth with a slow, even rhythm. "That's right," he breathed. "Suck it nice. Use your tongue on it, too. Lick it. Yes. That's it. Good girl."
"Is she doing it?" Joe asked breathlessly.
Chuck continued his steady motion, unhurriedly fucking the girl's mouth. "Sure she is." His voice was beginning to betray the effect of what he was doing. "Sure she is. Didn't you hear her? She does whatever we tell her. She's our little slave girl." He was moving slightly faster now, his voice less steady. "Aren't you, Janie? Our little sex slave, that's what she is. And you know what? I'm going to christen her. I'm gonna christen you, Jane baby. Christen you our slave. Like - this!"
And at the point of climax. he pulled his cock from her mouth and spurted jet after jet of thick gism over her pretty, innocent-looking face.
Startled, she tried to twist her head away, but she could not escape the repeated spurts of long-delayed cum that exploded again and again from Chuck's spasming prick. It splashed on her lips, her cheeks, her eyes and forehead. Some got into her hair, and a few last drops fell on her neck and breasts.
After her first instinctive reaction, she did not try to avoid the sticky baptism, but lay still and accepted all he could give her. When at last he was drained dry, Chuck swung himself off her body and sat heavily on the floor beside her, breathing hard and looking down at her sperm-smeared face. "Beautiful," he panted.
"Jee-zus!" Joe moaned hoarsely. His cock was now in full cry again. "Jesus Christ! Me now! I want to-"
He was interrupted by a noise from somewhere in the house. It seemed to come from upstairs. It sounded like a bed creaking. Or trying to.
Chuck looked at Joe, alarmed, but the other boy was grinning suddenly. "Holy shit!" Joe exclaimed. "I forgot all about it! I've got a surprise for you!" "What the hell ... ?" Chuck began.
"Come on," Joe said eagerly. "Let's go see it. Let's all go! It's right upstairs."
Chuck hesitated a moment, but then, looking at his grinning friend, he began to suspect the nature of Joe's surprise. He shrugged his shoulders and got up. "Okay, let's go see it. Come on, Janie, you too."
He reached down and grasped Jane's hand. Joe took the other, and together they hauled the limp but unresisting girl to her feet. She stood a bit unsteadily at first, cum dripping from her face, the tattered remnants of her clothing hanging uselessly on her body.
"You don't need that stuff," Joe said to her. "Get rid of it. We want you naked, like us. Right, Chuck?" Chuck nodded.
Silently, Jane pulled off the torn blouse and bra, and slipped out of her skirt. Before dropping the skirt, she raised it to her face as if to wipe off some of the gism Chuck had deposited.
"Leave it!" Chuck said sharply.
She left it. The skirt fell from her hand. Naked, she stood awkwardly before them. She asked hesitantly, "May ... may I have my glasses, please?"
"Sure," Joe answered. He retrieved the glasses and handed them to her, and she put them in. "You've gotta be able to see the surprise. Come on, let's go."
He led the way out of the room and up the stairs. Chuck followed, leading Jane by the hand. Upstairs, Joe took them into what was evidently his bed The surprise was Linda. She was stark naked, and she was tied spread-eagled on her back on Joe's bed, with a gag in her mouth.