Chapter 2
"Now look boys, our Land Rover overturned back there. We were looking for help...."
"Yeah, yeah, we saw it back there. Figured somebody'd be stumblin' around out here," the leader said. "Now, why don't you get your dick back in your pants, man. You don't want to have it burnin' up in the sun."
Wendy jerked her slacks and panties up, flushing beet red while Alice drew near to her and shivered. The girls were terrified, hoping against hope someone decent would come by on the road now and spot them.
"Why don't you come with us? We've got food back there. We'll help you out," the leader said, licking his thick lips as he stared at the two young girls.
Mr. Bernard looked uneasy, standing up and adjusting his softening prick in his pants. "If it's all right with you, we'll keep on walking. We should get to a town soon. Besides, we've got a group behind us. They're probably looking for the Rover right now."
"Hey, Dirk. The dude doesn't want us around," a tall, skinny blond guy called out.
Dirk frowned. What happened next was a blur, a horrible smear as she and Alice fought back the screams exploding in their throats. Wendy's eyes widened as she watched Dirk snap a fisted arm forward, catching Mr. Bernard by surprise and knocking him backward onto the ground. He landed with a sickening thud, moaning and rolling to one side.
The blonde teenager felt a scream building up inside her. Her nostrils flared wide, dragging in air as she elbow-crawled backward, with Alice following. Two of the men walked around the leader, standing on either side of Mr. Bernard.
At a silent signal, they began tramping the teacher, bringing their boots down again and again against his belly, his thighs, his arms, abusing him horribly while the girls clung to one another in wide-eyed terror.
They finally stopped, Dirk looking at Alice and Wendy, his sunken eyes narrowing with pleasure.
"We don't take well to having our hospitality refused," he said mockingly, wiping his dirty, hairy hand across his lips. The guy's thick black beard made him look even more ferocious.
Wendy could hear Mr. Bernard moaning on the ground. She wanted to rush to him, to try to help him. But she was afraid to make one move. Dirk walked up to Mr. Bernard, nudged him with one boot. And when the man let out a groan, he hammered his foot hard into his belly. Mr. Bernard let out a hellish yowl, then went silent.
"You killed him!" Wendy screamed. She was numb with fright, horrified at what she'd seen. She and Alice would be next, kicked to death like Mr. Bernard ... or worse!
"Get up," Dick said to Wendy.
Wendy scrambled to her feet, feeling Alice's fingers digging into her upper arms. Her knees knocked against one another as Dirk walked up to her slowly.
"So, you like gettin' your cunt licked, eh, baby? And I saw that one suckin' dick like it was goin' outta style. I think we can help you two out with enough cock to satisfy you."
"No! No! That was a mistake. That was ... uh!"
Wendy's hysterical pleas were cut off with a sharp blow to the side of her head. She felt the smashing fist, felt the fingers crushing her skull as she staggerd to the left and felt her knees turning to rubber. Alice was still holding onto her, screaming as two men gripped her around the shoulders and tore her away. Wendy tried getting back on her feet. But Dirk came up, bringing his knee up and striking her hard under the chin.
The teenager let out another sharp cry, falling backward onto the dirt, sprawling on her back, her knees raised slightly. When she tried getting up on her elbows, Wendy felt something hard pressing against her throat. Blinking her eyes clear, she saw it was Dirk's boot. He was pressing the heel against her windpipe, pushing down while twisting it slowly. She could feel the hard, filthy leather grinding against her delicate throat, preventing her from sucking in any air.
"Now, we're not gonna have any trouble from you, right? We're gonna play nice, you and your little friend, right?"
She could hear Alice sobbing and screaming, then hear the sounds of tearing clothes. Dirk pressed down again, nearly crushing her windpipe. Wendy's face reddened then blanched, her tongue wriggling out from between her lips while her eyes rolled wildly. She made a hissing sound, hoping that Dirk would interpret that as a yes.
He did. Releasing the girl, he reached down and gathered a fistful of her blonde hair in his hand, jerking her head up. Wendy let out a sharp cry, feeling the tearing sensation in her scalp. Still, the girl did nothing to put off the big stud, remaining quiet while he dragged her back to Mr. Bernard and dropped her to one side of the quiet teacher.
Thank God, she thought, seeing the teacher's chest rising and falling. They hadn't killed him after all.
Alice was bent over, covering her cunt and tits as best she could with her arms and hands, her clothes having been ripped from her body.
Some of the guys were behind her, slapping her naked shivering asscheeks so hard they reddened. Wheeling around and screaming, the young brunette looked like a frightened animal, cornered, desperately searching for a way out.
One tall black-haired young man stepped behind her and wrapped an arm around her throat, dragging her back while sliding his free hand over her thighs, and jamming three fingers into her cunt. Alice squeaked, her legs flying out and kicking up. They were all laughing at her as the brute sawed his fingers in her cunt, then drew the shrieking girl down onto the hard ground with a thud.
"Leave her alone!" Wendy cried, curling her fingers into two fists and looking hatefully at the men surrounding her.
Dirk walked over to her and stopped, glancing around.
"You! Jim! Come on over here and gag this bitch!"
Alice was crumpled on the ground, too engrossed in her own pain and terror to say one word. Wendy shrank back at the sound of the awful words. The tall skinny blond guy called Jim grinned, exposing crooked teeth tainted badly by tobacco. The fact that he would touch her at all made the girl sick. Wendy crawfished back, feeling the slick rub of her cuntlips against one another while her naked thighs scraped over the dry ground. Just as a scream exploded from her mouth, Jim shoved a filthy handkerchief between her lips. She struggled, kicking at him until an open-handed slap at her temple stunned the teenager into immobility.
The blow rattled her mind. Wendy felt she couldn't think properly. It was as if she watched herself, unable to move while the crazy bastards kicked at the unconscious Mr. Bernard and Jim fixed the gag to her skull.
It grew very quiet then, the only sound being Alice's sobbing filtering into the darkening evening air. Dirk smiled at Wendy, and she shrank back once more from him, fearing what he would do to her.
"Hold the bitch wide open," Dirk said.
Jim and another fellow grinned, grabbing her legs and holding her spread-eagled, keeping her heels pressed against the warm ground. Wendy moved her head from side to side, watching the men around her, looking occasionally at her teacher and seeing he still hadn't moved. Reaching down, Dirk pulled Mr. Bernard's wallet from his pocket, opening it and pulling out all the money. Slowly, he began searching through the photos, his eyebrows arching while a thin smile crossed his lips. He was looking at pictures, occasionally glancing up at Wendy, then back at the photos.
"This guy's a real sicko. He's got shots here of naked girls, man," Dirk said, taking several and throwing them down onto Wendy's belly.
The young girl stared at them and blushed. She recognized two of the three girls in those pictures. They were stark naked, their faces blank as if they were drunk, their cunts and tits exposed for the camera. She and Alice, Wendy guessed immediately, might have been candidates for his rogue's gallery if Dirk and his buddies hadn't come along.
But Wendy was far from grateful. She strained against the bonds, trying to wriggle away from those restraining hands as she pushed the tip of her tongue against the foul-smelling rag.
Dirk pulled a cigarette from his pocket, taking one from the crumpled pack and lighting it. The smell of the burning tobacco invaded her nostrils immediately and made Wendy sick. She hated people who smoked, something her mother had instilled in her. But Dirk wasn't interested in just taking a break. He moved up to her, bending down and taking the cigarette from his lips. Wendy watched as he broght the glowing tip down to her thighs, bringing it down until it was only an inch away from the stretched tendon of her right inner thigh. She felt the heat and started writhing against the strong hands holding her. A sob escaped past the spitty gag in her mouth.
Wendy looked from the cigarette to Dirk's face. His pale-blue eyes were glittering. She could hear the other young men breathing heavily, their eyes wide as they watched what would happen next. Wendy heard Alice's sobs and Mr. Bernard's occasional groans. It was then she felt the terrible stinging, burning heat of the cigarette against her skin.
She jerked her ass off the ground, arching her spine and throwing her head back as she chewed down on the gagging rag. She strained to be silent. Sweat broke out on her forehead. He was dragging it along the line of her tendon, watching her as her head shook and wobbled from side to side.
That awful line of burning pain was moving toward her cunt, singeing all the fine blonde hairs covering her white young flesh like peach fuzz. She could hear the whispering crackle of the first few pussy hairs burning. The singed cunt curls added to the smell of the tobacco, making Wendy feel very, very sick. She wished something would happen-a bolt from heaven, the highway patrol to come suddenly and find them-anything that would stop these lunatics. The pain was horrible! The burning heat felt as if a blowtorch had been placed near her cunt.
Dirk took the cigarette away from her thighs, holding it up and taking another long drag. He blew the acrid-smelling smoke in her face, watching her eyes water as she turned her head and coughed, "Take her over to the cactus over there," Dirk said with a jerk of his head. "The rest of you, bundle those other two up and take 'em back to the cabin. We'll deal with 'em later."
Jim obeyed, dragging the hapless teen across the warm ground like a sack. Wendy gasped and groaned, feeling her flesh peeling from the awful trip. Rocks and stones chafed her flesh as Jim pulled her along, until he finally dropped her at the foot of a tall multi-limbed cactus.
Wendy watched as Jim pulled a fourteen-inch length of quarter-inch hemp from his rear pocket and looped it twice around her wrists before snugging it tightly with a double-hitch knot. She winced, feeling the rope cutting into her flesh.
Jim pulled her a little more forward until her forehead was nearly touching the tall, spiny plant. Looking up, Wendy saw the needle-sharp spines that covered the entire surface of the huge plant. For a wild moment, she thought they would hurl her onto the thing, impaling her on it like a stuck pig.
Instead, Jim threaded more rope through the line holding her wrists together, looping it around the base of the cactus and securing it with a square knot. He stood back, pushing his biker cap down and grinning menacingly at the young girl.
"Join the others. I've gotta have a little talk with missy here," Dirk said, his eyes brighter than ever.
Wendy wanted to call back that tall blond guy. The thought of being alone with this evil bastard terrified her. She saw his boot come up to her face. Wincing, the teenager rolled away, smelling something awful coming up from his soles. Dirk laughed, pressing his boot down hard against the back of her neck. Wendy gasped, her eyes rolling as she felt the hard leather pushing down against her upper spine. Sharp jolts of pain exploded in her head as she kicked her legs out, her knees scraping against the rough ground.
Dirk moved behind her, raising his foot again and pushing the toe of his black leather engineer boot up against her shitter. The young girl squawked, her eyes rounding as she felt the obscene pressure against her asshole. She jerked forward, her forehead brushing up against those awful cactus needles.
Screaming through the gag, the girl lurched, squirming her asshole onto that prodding boot. It was awful! She felt Dirk pushing the toe of his boot up into her asshole even harder now, twisting it around until she was nearly fainting from the pain.
"Ufh!" she grunted.
He gave his foot a final nudge, then moved back, squatting down to one side of her and pulling out what appeared to be a pack of cigarettes again. Blinking her eyes clear, Wendy saw immediately it was something far smaller, harder. With a clicking sound, the thing expanded suddenly into a long, glittering knife! Her heart stopped while Dirk moved the blade slowly just in front of her eyes, the polished steel catching the last fading rays of the sun.
"It's a good knife. Good to clean fish with, kill animals with, too," he said with a cruel grin.
Already, Wendy could feel the cold cutting edge of that blade. She watched him like a hawk, feeling those ropes even more as they cut against her flesh and held her a helpless prisoner. He moved back, running the point of the knife along the sole of her right foot. Wendy gasped, closing her eyes, curling her toes. Then suddenly he sliced a thin line across her forearm.
Wendy grunted, trying to inch away from the sharp pain. She wished she could have begged him to put the knife away. She would do anything. But the gag prevented her from even screaming.
Dirk licked his lips while a little blood oozed from the cut on her arm. She could feel his hand sliding down under her thighs, pulling her up until she was kneeling in front of him, her ass high in the air. She could feel something warm and sticky oozing down between her thighs, and a little fart escaped from her asshole.
Wendy rolled her ass, shaking with total terror. She didn't dare turn her head around to look back at the guy behind her. She tried closing her eyes, but it was impossible to calm herself now. She had seen Mr. Bernard being beaten half lifeless while the men attacked Alice, stripped the screaming girl, then threw her to the ground. And now she herself was roped like a calf, helpless in front of this scum.
Dirk was licking his lips now, an ominous cock-bulge growing larger down the left leg of his Levi's. He was looking at the firm, round white swell of her cute young ass. The quivering in her body made the smooth globes of her ass move as they tightened, relaxed, then tightened again. It was a reflex Wendy couldn't control as she knelt in front of the tall cactus, feeling as if she would die any moment.
Dirk was breathing harder. His deep, shuddering breaths terrified her as he knelt behind her. He was adjusting her a little, raising her ass.
Despair filled the young blonde as she felt him spread her asscheeks. The wet, sticky line of her cuntal crack was exposed. Wendy closed her eyes in shame.
"Uh!"
She felt something cold against her right asscheek. It was that knife, that awful blade making her tremble. Mentally, she followed it, feeling the arc it followed from the outer curve to the place where her ass met her thigh. The pressure increased as the knife's point slid closer to her pussy. Wendy wanted to weep, but she knew the slightest move would make the blade slice through her skin.
He brought the knife back down to the bottom of her pussy, pushing it up into the soft, dark-pink flesh. Wendy stiffened, feeling her cunt sucking in air as it opened in an uncontrollable spasm. The awful vulnerability of her cunt terrified her. She bit down harder onto the gag while her eyes rolled.
And then, as suddenly as it had begun, the pressure was gone. She let out a breath, her muscles slacking while the tips of her tits touched the ground. Wendy felt a trickle of cunt juice ooze out of her cunt. And then a shocking chill suddenly froze the center of her pussy. Dirk had pressed the flat of his blade against her wet cunt slit, rocking it from her clit down to the bottom junction of her pussylips. It was awful! Wendy felt her pussy clamp down on nothing, but razor edges of the blade slitting her cuntlips.
Dirk was enjoying himself immensely, rocking the knife down, pressing the tip harder against her clit. Wendy gasped, her eyes bugging out. The pressure on her cum-center created a shock nearly as sharp as the blade itself. She arched her back, presenting her cunt to the big guy's stare.
"Yeah, baby, yeah! That's a good fuckin' slut."
He rocked the tip of the knife back and forth against Wendy's clit. The repeated touch and chill of the cold steel sent streamers of wonderful lewdness through the horrified girl. Slowly, Wendy became conscious of the tiny slits on the edges of her labes. The stinging pussy juice dribbling across the wounds made her clit swell even more.
The young girl found a hotter, more intense lust flowing through her as she struggled with the feelings assailing her. They were wrong, terribly wrong, Wendy knew. But she couldn't deny the feelings as they raced through her body and made her a slave-whore to this wild young man behind her.