Chapter 4
The trip back was arduous. Dirk let her keep her dress on. She felt the ragged material clinging uncomfortably to her sweaty flesh as she trudged on. Thank goodness, the sun was down behind the distant mountains. She could still feel the heat radiating up from the floor of the desert and warming her cum-smeared thighs. But at least, she thought, there wasn't that awful sun to contend with.
They walked for what seemed like miles, Dirk pushing her at times between the shoulders when her pace lagged. Stumbling, sweeping the hair from her eyes as she regained her balance, Wendy moved on, wondering for the first time since their ordeal what on earth had happened to Alice. "Uh!"
Dirk pushed Wendy again, knocking her to the ground, then kicking her hard in the ass when she took too much time to get up. Setting her jaw, the young girl dredged up the strength to continue, fighting down the panic that was ever on the verge of taking her over.
Just when she was about to collapse from fatigue, Wendy caught sight of a large cabin sitting precariously on the side of a steep hill. She could make out several motorcycles parked along the front of the building, while two or three small campfires were flickering to life out back. As she carefully picked her way down the steep slope, Wendy could hear faint conversation.
Dirk moved behind her, telling her to hurry. It was the smell of cooking food that reminded the girl painfully that she hadn't eaten in so long. It was only when they were about a hundred feet from the camp that Wendy noticed a fence of barbed wire encircling the building. For one horrific moment, she thought of herself entering a concentration camp, never to return.
"Where's Alice? Where's Mr. Bernard?" she asked.
"I was fuckin' the shit out of you back there, remember? How the fuck am I supposed to know? Get in there!"
Her entrance attracted attention, attention the teenager was anxious to avoid. Three men put down small tins of food and watched sullenly as the girl shuffled into camp. Her stomach rumbled. She would have given anything, anything for a bite of the food she could smell cooking. She didn't see one guy pushing a foot in front of her. All too late, Wendy tried to stop herself. Instead, she pitched forward, her arms flying out uselessly in front of her as her knees buckled and she crumpled to the ground with a thud.
"Get up," Dirk demanded.
The fall had stunned her. She felt a cool breeze against her ass and realized she was still naked. Letting out a cry of dismay, the girl suddenly felt a sharp, stinging blow thwack across her bare ass. She screamed and crawled forward, trying to get away from the pain. There was more hissing in the air. Turning around, Wendy saw Dirk swinging something over his head. By the light of a large campfire to the left, the terrified girl could see it was a belt!
"No, don't...."
Crawfishing backward, Wendy covered her face protectively, watching the black leather hissing through the air and corning down against her once more. It smacked dryly against her thighs, making her snap her knees together and let out another shriek. For a moment, Wendy thought she had heard Alice shouting back. Where was she? Pushing the hair from her eyes, Wendy looked wildly about.
"Yaghghghhh!"
The belt caught her arm, leaving a long ugly red welt on her flesh. The leather had cinched her arm tightly. Dirk pulled back, yanking the teenager forward, nearly jerking her arm from its socket. Wendy felt her ass leaving the ground as she fell forward, both elbows striking the hard-packed dirt while her chin scraped along the ground. She sprawled out and remained flat on the ground, the warm dirt feeling surprisingly comfortable against her naked thighs, her cunt, her pillowed tits.
"Get up!"
Wendy refused. Again, there was that hissing sound. And then the girl felt the belt chewing into her asscheeks, making the white flesh sting with sensation.
Dirk brought the belt down again, crisscrossing his blows, smacking the leather over her jiggling buns until they were crimson with welts. Wendy sobbed, gnawing on her knuckles. When she tried crawling away, Dirk only followed her, encouraged by the shouts of approval from the other guys. They were beating her as if she were some public display. How her ass burned! And now he was working his way up her back, smacking the belt between her jutting shoulder blades, then moving back down to her asscheeks.
"Uh!"
In a surprise move Dirk slipped the belt under her chin, moving it back until the leather was pressing against her windpipe. Wendy jerked her head up, pushing her hands against the ground and scrambling up until she stood in front of him. Gasping, she fought for every breath she took in. She felt his knee in her lower back shoving down hard while the belt still tightened around her throat. Wendy screamed as loudly as she could.
He shoved her forward, pushing her as hard as he could. Wendy found herself stumbling blindly forward, her hands around her throat, her head lowered while saliva oozed from her lips. She was fighting for air, drawing as much oxygen as she could and not paying attention to where she was going. A sudden burst of intense heat around her legs and knees told the blonde she had accidentally stumbled into one of the campfires.
Shrieking, she beat off the flames, backing away, her asscheeks jiggling against one another. The men roared with laughter, slapping their knees with glee while the young girl looked around frantically. The fires seemed brighter as darkness fell. High above, she could barely make out the last gray light from the setting sun. Wildly Wendy dashed toward the back of the camp. Dirk pursued her, whacking the belt against the ground threateningly. In a moment he caught her, bringing the tip of the belt down hard against her ass.
Wendy squealed, pitching forward and stumbling down to her hands and knees. Dirk was doubling the belt, jerking it above his head, then bringing it down across her ass.
She shrieked, rolling away and crawling forward. It was only then she realized her hair was caught-caught in the barbed wire! Crazily, she tugged at the awful trap, cutting her fingers in the attempt to free her hair-while Dirk looked on with increasing delight. His eyes were burning as he watched the blonde teenager thrashing around on her ass, her hands jerking back, her fingers working desperately to free her hair. "Uh!"
The belt came down across her tits, the leather burning the nipples and threatening to flay them from her tit flesh. Wendy forgot about the barbed wire tangled in her hair for the moment and snapped her legs up, her hands roving aimlessly around her body, trying to cover her naked flesh as the big man worked his belt over her body.
"Drag her back ... over there," he said.
Hands were all over her, pawing her, feeling her. Wendy screamed, still hysterical from the beating she'd just received. One of the men-that skinny guy called Jim-was tugging at her hair, evoking yet another scream from her lips. How she hated them all! If only there were some way she could destroy them!
"Tie her up to that dead tree over there," Dirk said.
Jim hauled her to her feet, pushing her forward until her tits pillowed against the splintery bark of a dead Juniper tree. Wendy tried moving away. But the men pushed her back. Dirk had tossed the belt back to one of his men, taking a fourteen-inch length of half-inch line and looping it around Wendy's wrists. She looked at him incredulously. What was he doing that for? There was nowhere for her to run. She would only rip herself to pieces on the barbed wire. She had shown them that only seconds ago! "What...?"
Dirk said nothing. He was too intent on what he was doing, wrapping the line around and around until he cinched it tightly against her wrists. Wendy winced, curling her toes against the hard-packed dirt as she felt the cooling desert wind rustling through her exposed pussy hairs. How naked she felt standing there in the light of the fire, all these men looking at her, lusting after her. Dirk finished tightening the rope around her wrists, securing the line with a double-hitch knob, then turning her around and shoving her back against the dead tree.
Wendy pressed her right cheek against the rough bark, feeling a sliver of wood poking against her cunt. She shivered with shock and surprise, working her thighs ever so slightly until that poking, stabbing piece of bark was slipping into her pussy. Wendy wondered if they could see what was happening as Dirk took another length of rope and slipped it between the line and her bound wrists.
"Please, you're ... uhhh ... making it too tight!"
Dirk looped the rope around one dead limb inches above the girl's head, pulling it taut, pressing Wendy's arms hard against the tree until she found herself standing on tiptoes to ease the pressure against her shoulders and arms. Dirk moved back, then nodded to one of the boys behind him. Wendy stood there trembling, her whip-striped ass naked to them all. She felt her sphincter about to fail her and worried about disgracing herself in front of these leering men. Dirk came up behind her and slapped her hard on the ass, making all those wounds sting and throb all the more.
In the background, Wendy thought she could hear Alice screaming out her name again.
"Alice? Ohhhh!"
She threw back her head, feeling that long sliver of bark fielding the tip of her swelling clit. She felt her arms sagging, the weight of her body causing more pain and tension around her shoulders and upper arms. Quickly, the teenager shuffled her bare feet around the tree's roots, her flesh tearing against the rough bark as again the young girl managed to stand on her toes and lessen the pulling weight. Someone came up behind her, spreading her buns roughly with one hand while jabbing two fingers up into her asshole. Wendy let out a loud shriek, her body tensing and banging hard against the tree while her legs jerked out like a frog's.
The men liked seeing that. She could hear the laughter above the roaring of her pulse. Groaning, the girl sank against the tree, embracing her new lover as she heard men shuffling behind her. There were clanking sounds, glass against metal. Her head sagged back, her hair brushing the rounded tops of her asscheeks.
Wendy looked around and found herself staring at Jim. In his hands were two kerosene lanterns, their low flames barely visible through the dirty glass globes. She screwed her face up in perplexity, wondering what on earth they were going to do with those things.
Dirk took one lamp, placing it directly under her ass. Immediately she felt the concentrated heat reddening her ass flesh. Arching her feet a little more until she felt pain, the girl pressed her whipped body harder against the tree, feeling cold sweat breaking out in beads along her forehead. Her heart began to race again, This was worse than the belt, worse than the kicking. At least then she could protect herself, run from the stinging pain. Here, roped to the dead tree, all she could do was scream and pray to God she would faint.
Jim approached her, balancing the other lantern in one hand while pulling down the zipper tab and opening his fly. She stared at him, knowing she should look away. But still she could only study his movements, watch him fish out his limp prick and start working it up to a good, stiff hard-on. His cock was skinnier than Dirk's, but oh so much longer! It was like a giant finger, the cockhead shaped like an arrow. Yes, yes! It was an arrow about to penetrate her cunt, stabbing her again and again the way Dirk's knife had back there in the desert.
Thinking of that, thinking of what they were going to do to her, the girl became wildly aroused. She rubbed her thighs back and forth against the tree again, feeling that stubborn piece of bark pricking her clit, then biting into the moist walls of her cunt. Her fingers curled, digging into her sweaty palms as she felt the ropes cutting into her wrists. The stinging sweat added to her overall delight as she watched Jim's prick get longer and longer, his dirty fingers working faster and faster along the pink cock flesh.
Wendy let out a long breath, moving her chest up and down and feeling smaller pieces of bark needling her nipples.
Her excitement wasn't lost on Dirk, who watched the rutting blonde with growing admiration. It had been a long, long time since he'd found a girl who could withstand his type of abuse and still beg for more-if only silently. He saw Wendy's hidden strength, her secret desires better than she did, herself.
"Get that flame up, Jim. I wanna see that little bitch burn."
There were murmurs of approval from all around. Wendy saw some of the guys nearby. A few were jerking off like Jim, working their fingers along their pricks. Some more were merely drinking beer, watching the girl hanging there and working her naked thighs back and forth while Jim started to redden her flesh more and more with the lantern.
Wendy sobbed, twisting her head back around and pressing her forehead against the tree. She had to be strong. She just had to survive. She felt the weight of her body tearing at her muscles as she twisted back and forth.
Dirk stepped in between her spread thighs, taking his lantern and removing the cover. Turning up the flame, he let the fire lick at her flesh. Wendy screamed, her eyes bugging out as she flinched away from the heat. At least, they had left her legs free. Twisting them around, she banged her knees hard against the tree while rolling her ass to one side. Dirk followed, laughing at her as he shoved the lantern under her cunt and let the fire lick up into her pussy gash.
"Alyeeeee!"
Wendy screamed like one of the damned, jumping up while twisting her wrists in the ropes so hard she thought she surely had broken the tiny bones. Jim moved his lantern around her shitter, letting the fire flick over her asscrack, then gently brush over the wrinkled, puckered shitter flesh. Two flames lapped at her body at once, driving the girl mad.
"No, no, no!" she shrieked.
Wendy pulled wildly at the ropes, feeling them threatening to sever her arms at her wrists from the wild tension. Dirk turned the knob again, letting the slim, orange flame flicker up and grow longer. Wendy groaned, her knees jerking up, rubbing hard against the tree until her flesh had been skinned off. Her arm muscles were knotting and cramping as she tried climbing the tree-anything to get away from the fire. It was impossible. They were following her, laughing at her as she jerked away from the flames. With a cry of despair, Wendy collapsed, hanging from her wrists while her feet slipped backward along one big above-ground root. "Yaghghghhhh!"
Both men burned the teenager, scorching her asshole with one lamp while the second lamp singed her blonde cuntal hair. Wendy found herself jerking and twisting against the tree.
Jim was still jacking off while moving the fire around her shitter. Her screams shrilled higher and higher. Dirk put down his lantern for a second and reached up, twisting the girl around until her ass pressed against the tree. Her arms were knotted awkwardly around one another, the bones nearly cracking from the horrid tension as Jim shoved his big fucker into her cunt.
"Uhhh ... huhhrrr!"
The men were cat-calling, congratulating Jim as he began pumping his hips and feeding her his long, skinny cock. Dirk kicked one of the lanterns over, taking the other and bringing it around to her ass. While Jim fucked her, he let the flame tickle her asscheeks like a burning feather. He was careful, Wendy noticed, and he didn't seriously burn her now. The fire added to the hot, prickly tension making her bloated clit simmer in the juices bubbling from her cunt.
She concentrated on feeling that long prick piercing her, fucking into her again and again while the skinny young man in front of her panted his beer-smelling breath in her face. The pain, the bondage, the degradation were all worth it, she thought, as she felt her clit sizzling under the attack.
When Jim grabbed her tits, twisting them while thumbing her nipples until they were long and pink, Wendy threw back her head and wailed in a combination of despair and wild ecstasy. She was cumming, exploding again and again as the young man in front of her pinched her nipples, then fell forward.
He was doing it, firing his hot cum-load in her cunt as she jerked on the ropes there and gobbled up his prickmeat. The life seemed to flow from Wendy as she sagged more and more heavily against the restraining ropes. And when the final waves of climax throbbed through her, the young girl fell into a faint.