Chapter 3
"You sure took your sweet time," her dad said when she walked in the door.
"We missed you," one of the men said. "Where's the beer?" her dad said. He was drunker than when Sandy had left, and she feared he'd been drinking hard liquor.
"In the trunk, where else?" Sandy said. "You don't expect me to carry it in myself, do you?" One of the men got up from the table. "I'll help you, honey. We wouldn't want you strain-ing that pretty little back of yours now, would we?"
Another of the men got up. "I'll help too." All of the men started getting up.
"Sit down, you jackasses!" said Sandy's dad. "How many men does it take to carry in a god-damned case of beer?"
He scowled at Sandy, as if it were her fault that all the men were making fools of themselves.
Sandy went back outside, accompanied by the first two men who had offered to help her. One of the men put his hand on her shoulder, knead-ing the muscles. She giggled and twisted away from him.
"You're limping, honey," the man said. "You hurt your pretty feet?"
"Stepped on some danged sandburs," said Sandy.
"Want me to take a look," said the man. "I got lots of experience pulling thorns out of girls' feet, since I got three daughters of my own." Sandy opened the trunk.
"Here's the beer," she said, ignoring the man's offer.
The two men carried in the case of beer together, as if it were a coffin. They tripped more than once over their own feet from not watching where they were going. Their eyes were on Sandy's wiggling ass and bare legs, and Sandy knew it.
Back inside, Sandy served the beers as the men sat around the table. She opened the sweat-ing bottles and poured beer into a glass for each man. The men were all puffing on cigars that smoked like volcanoes. Sandy's eyes watered and she coughed.
"Can we get back to the game?" her dad said. "Whose deal is it, for christsake?"
Sandy could tell her dad was getting more and more jealous over the attention the men were giving her, so, to rile him up even more, she exaggerated her lean over the table as she poured the beer, and her tits just barely stayed anchored in the titcups of her bikini halter. Half of both her cherries were uncovered.
"Don't you have something to do in your room?" her dad said when she'd finished pour-ing the beer.
"No," Sandy said. "I don't think so. I think I'll just sit down and watch you men play cards. I might learn something."
"There ain't no room," her dad said. "Sure there is," said the man who had been paying Sandy the most attention all day, the one who'd offered to check her feet for thorns. He caught Sandy around the waist and pulled her down into his lap.
Sandy let out a girlish squeal and giggle. Her dad glared at her, but she just smiled at him.
"Somebody deal, for christsake!" her dad growled.
Sandy's eyes watered from all the cigar smoke, and she choked on the acrid smoke from time to time, but she was determined to stay in the room just to spite her dad. He had, after all, forced her to go on a slave mission for him, during which she'd been raped twice. Indirectly, those rapes were his fault. And he'd ruined her peaceful day with his damned card party. Well, now it was her turn to get him grinding his teeth a little.
She squirmed and giggled as the man holding her in his lap stroked her silky, tanned belly-skin. She could feel his big hardon throbbing against her leg through his pants. He was a fat old toad, but the feel of his raging-hard cock excited her. It always excited her when men desired her, no matter what they looked like or how much they disgusted her.
"Let's have a look at those wounded little feet of yours, girl," the man said. "She's got sand-burs in her feet," he explained to the rest of the gawking, cigar-puffing men.
"For christsake, are we playing cards or nursemaid?" said her dad.
"Don't mind me," the man said. "I'll sit out a few hands."
"Christ!" muttered Sandy's dad. "Whose deal is it?"
Sandy bent her leg and plopped her bare right foot in the man's lap. Her toes wiggled only inches from the throbbing bulge in his pants as he picked at her sole with his thick fingers.
"Got one," the man said, pulling out a thorn. "Here's another one."
Sandy intentionally brushed her toes against his hardon, and the man gasped.
He picked as many thorns out of her right foot as he could find, then worked on her left foot. A wet stain was forming in his pants at the tip of his throbbing cock. His face had turned red and he was sweating.
"Aren't you about done picking burs out of that spoiled brat's feet?" Sandy's dad asked. "What is this, a card game or a doctor's office?"
"Wanna go in the other room and play doc-tor some more?" the man whispered in Sandy's ear with his beer and cigar breath.
"Your deal." Sandy's dad glared at the man and shoved the pile of cards at him over the table.
The man dealed the cards clumsily, his eyes more on Sandy's tits than on his hands. As the other men played their cards, the man holding Sandy petted her bare midriff and rubbed his cock against her leg. "How old are you now, honey?"
"Old enough," Sandy said coquettishly. She took a sip of his beer as he offered it to her. She felt his fingers sliding down into her shorts, and she sucked in her stomach enough so he could get his hand down farther, but not as far as he wanted.
All the other men watched the man feel Sandy up, including her own dad, who slapped down his cards.
"Game's over!" her dad announced. "Every-body out!"
The men started to complain.
"This is my house, my party, and when I say the party's over, it's over. Everybody out!" Chairs screeched on the wood floor. The men collected their winnings, chugged down the last of the beer in their glasses. The man holding Sandy almost got his hand all the way down inside her shorts, but she squirmed away from him at the last second.
"Where you going?" said the man, looking bewildered. "You wanna go for a ride?" "No thanks, bozo," Sandy said. "Everybody out now," her dad said. "I got a headache."
The men piled out. The sound of their car engines starting filtered through the smoky gloom of the living room.
Sandy's dad studied her for a few seconds, looking her up and down as if he'd never seen her before. "Clean up this mess. I got a headache."
"You shouldn't drink so much," Sandy said. "And it's not my mess, it's yours. You clean it up."
Wiggling her ass teasingly, she went to her room and slammed the door. She locked it, then double checked it to make sure it was locked.
She sat on the bed picking sandbur thorns out of her feet with a tweezers. She didn't think she'd ever find them all and manage to pull them all out. In the livingroom, her dad muttered drunkenly to himself as he collected empty beer bottles and emptied ashtrays.
Sandy felt quite self-satisfied. She'd managed to tease all the men to distraction and to ruin her dad's party, and she'd managed to rile up her dad but good too. She wondered what had been going through her dad's mind as his card playing buddy had toyed with her in front of everybody and had nearly succeeded in sliding a finger up her cunt. Maybe she should have let him fingerfuck her. She tried to imagine the expressions on the men's faces if she'd writhed with an orgasm in front of them. The party probably would have turned into a riot, with her dad smashing chairs and breaking beer bottles.
In the other room some glass shattered, and Sandy jumped. Her dad was swearing and throwing things. She'd never heard him this riled up, and her bowels twinged with anxiety.
"Damn little bitch!" she heard him mutter. "Just like her mother. I oughta-" His mut-tering trailed off and she couldn't hear the rest.
Sandy got off the bed, dropped the tweezers on her dresser, and unlocked the door as quietly as she could. She opened the door a crack and peeked out. Her dad wasn't in the living room, he was banging around in the kitchen. She slip-ped out of her bedroom and tiptoed to the front door. The moment she got outside, she ran. She didn't know where she was going, but she didn't intend to return home until her dad had had a chance to sober up. She'd never heard him act so wild.
She got about a half block away, was winc-ing as the rough pavement of the road seared and bruised her feet--there weren't any side-walks in the neighborhood-when a car pulled up alongside her.
"Hop in," the driver said. "We'll give you a lift." He was the man who'd been feeling her up at her dad's party. Another man from the party was in the front seat with him.
"Where you going?" Sandy said. "Anywhere you want, sweetie."
Sandy wasn't thrilled about the idea of climb-ing into the car with the two drunken men, but she knew she wouldn't get very far on her bare feet before her soles were blistered and bleeding.
The men insisted she sit between them in the front seat, and she knew it wouldn't do any good to argue. She knew she'd have to pay a price for riding with them-they'd want to feel her up-but she was confident she could han-dle them. If their hands got too friendly, she'd demand to be let out of the car.
The driver draped his arm around her neck. "Where to, babe?"
"Anywhere, just so it's away from here." "Your old man getting on your nerves?" "You said it! He can't hold his beer like he should."
The men laughed, and the car took off.
The driver felt up Sandy's tits. The rider rub-bed her legs. Whenever the men felt her up too close to her crotch or her cherries, Sandy firmly moved their hands away. Although a part of her wanted to let them stick fingers up her crotch and tweak her nipples, her sense of pride wouldn't allow it. They were, after all, dirty old men who didn't even deserve what she was allowing them.
They drove out of town, along a narrow road that cut through swamp at first, then through pine woods. The men seemed content to stroke Sandy's legs and belly and upper tits, so she relaxed, almost dozing off under the gentle massage. The rider picked up one of her bare feet and started rubbing it. Sandy sighed, in a daze of relaxation.
The driver pulled off the road onto a rutted trail that was hardly detectable from the road. Sandy sat higher. "What's this?"
"Old hunting road," the driver said. "Where's it lead?"
"Nowhere special. Just off into the woods." "I don't like it," Sandy said. "Turn around and let's go back."
"I can't turn around till we get to the clear-ing," said the driver.
"Then back up."
"Too dangerous in all this brush," said the driver. "I can hardly see where I'm going mov-ing forward."
Sandy's heart started to thud. She didn't like this. The bushes brushed against both sides of the car and she felt as if the woods were devour-ing her. The driver suddenly forced his hand down her shorts and rubbed his fingers between her twatlips.
"Don't!" Sandy tried to extract his hand. "Christ, you're wet!" the driver said. He shoved a finger up her cunt. "Man, what a pussy!"
"Let me go!"
The other man grabbed her and shoved his hand up under her titcups, squeezing her naked tits.
"Man, what tits!" he muttered.
"Stop it, you guys, let me go! I mean it!" The men laughed at her.
"You love it,." the driver said. "You've been asking for it for hours."
"If you don't let me go, I'll tell my dad. I mean it. He'll come after you with a gun and blow your stupid heads off."
The men guffawed.
The car rolled out into a clearing. Sunshine streamed through and under pine trees, and the pine needles on the ground glowed coppery. "Here we are, babe," said the driver.
The men dragged Sandy out of the car. They pushed her down on her back and fell on her, slobbering all over her face and neck, feeling her up. Their beer and cigar breaths gagged her. As she squirmed helplessly on the pine-needle bed of the woods, blinded by the low sun that shot through the trees, the men ripped off her bikini halter and shorts. They were grunting and growling like hungry dogs.
"What a hot bitch!" mumbled the driver, his tongue thick with alcohol. "Man, I can't remember when I ever had one this hot, or this young."
"She's a real mink," said the other man. "A real pussy."
The men started pulling off their clothes. They both had hugely bloated, hairy paunches and fat asses. The driver had an uncut cock that reeked the moment he got it out of his pants. The cocks of both men were at least eight inches long and were dripping strands of sticky lube like cow spittle.
Sandy let out a screech and delivered a flurry of kicks and punches at the men. Her finger-nails and toenails clawed. She ripped skin, drew blood, and kicked the balls of both lusting men.
As the men rolled on the ground in pain, clutch-ing their groins and gasping, Sandy scrambled away on her hands and knees.
At the last moment, before she was com-pletely out of reach, a fat hand shot out and caught her by the ankle. She wailed as the curs-ing men got hold of her again and pinned her to the ground. As the rider held her down by lying flat out on top of her, his leaking prong throbbing against her heaving stomach, his teeth sunk into the side of her neck, the driver opened the trunk of his car and pulled out a hatchet and some rope.
"You asked for this, bitch," said the driver. He paused for a moment and bent over, clutch-ing his groin and catching his breath. "We try to be nice to you and look what we get. We're done being nice."
The driver used the hatchet to cut four skates and to pound them into the ground. They spreadeagled Sandy face-up on the ground, and they tied her wrists and ankles to the stakes with the rope. Then they stood aside and looked at her.
"Real pretty," the driver said.
Sandy struggled helplessly, her tits heaving up and down, tears in her eyes and running down her cheeks. She swore at the men, threatened them, but they just laughed at her. Their throb-bing cocks dripped lube on her face and tits, and she clamped shut her eyes, humiliated.
"Damn, this girl is all ours now, ain't she?" said the driver.
"We can do anything to her," said the rider, "and she can't do a thing to stop us."
The men stroked their cocks, as if they were going to beat off looking at her naked, helpless, squirming young body.
"I bet she loves uncut dick," the driver said. He got down over her, straddling her at the tits, and he let his stinking prick throb in her face.
Sandy could have vomited. She'd never smelled a cock that reeked so. As the man peeled back his foreskin, she saw that his cockhead was coated with a moist, whitish film, and she winced as he started rubbing his sticky knob on her face. He smeared smegma and lube on her cheeks and nose. His cockhead seared her lips and he forced it between them. Her mouth opened, her lips stretched, and his salty knob throbbed against her tonsils, gagging her.
"Suck it, sweetheart. Swallow every inch of it." The driver forced his cock deeper into her throat until her upturned nose was buried in his pubic hair and she found herself choking and smothering. "Smack them hot lips, horny bitch."
Sandy couldn't very well not suck. It was suck the driver's big, stinking cock or choke to death. As her lips smacked around his veiny shaft, as her tongue churned, he eased his cock in and out of her mouth, letting her pleasure every inch of it with her hot lips and slurping tongue.
"Man, this is heaven!" the driver moaned, humping at Sandy's face. His flabby tits and paunch jiggled as his loins thrust. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and let his sweaty, stink-ing balls flop in her face. "Lick 'em, baby, suck 'em, yeah!"
Sandy was tempted to sink her teeth into his balls, to bite them off, but she feared it would be the last thing she ever did. She was in no posi-tion to even resist, let alone to counterattack. Now she regretted having kicked the men in the balls. She wouldn't be tied down now if she hadn't.
As the driver fed Sandy his hairy balls, mak-ing her lick them all over, making her lick under them, the rider was busy between Sandy's legs. Although there wasn't room for him to lie flat out on top of her because of the driver sitting on her face, he was still able, by bridging himself and arching his back, to work his dripping prong up into her pussy. Sandy's toes squirmed as the throbbing man-cock slipped into her and started to fuck.
"Oh, man, what a tight pussy!" the driver growled, humping deliriously, his plunging cock making squishing noises in Sandy's clutching crotch-hole. "So fucking hot and wet! I wish my old lady had a cunt like this!"
"I wish my old lady had a mouth like this," the driver said. He'd shoved his cock back down Sandy's throat and had hold of her ears as he resumed fucking her face. "Use your tongue, baby, clean up that cock! I ain't washed it since I last fucked the old lady the other night!"
Sandy wretched as the taste of cunt and un-washed cock ran down her throat with her spit and the man's cockjuice. Her hands made fists, causing the ropes around her wrists to tighten like tourniquets. She strained with all her strength to break free, but she nearly blacked out from the hopeless effort. She gagged with each thrust of the driver's cock down her throat. Her toes clawed air with each plunge of the rider's sizzling prong into her tight teen pussy.
"Her pussy sucks like a goddamned mouth!" the rider grunted, rutting faster and faster between Sandy's legs. "Shit, what a feeling!"
"And her mouth sucks like a fucking pussy," growled the driver. His cock swelled larger as she sucked it and tongued it.
The driver's cock veins felt like worms as Sandy's lips rippled over them. His spongy, throbbing knob tasted like a salty meatball. As much as Sandy tried to deny it to herself, her lips were tingling with sensations that stimulated her to suck hard, to suck with mounting hunger. As the filthy man-cock pumped faster and faster in her mouth, her tongue twirled at the under-side of it and her lips smacked wetly. The man's slimy cum would be filling her throat soon, and as much as she hated the man, she wanted to taste his jizz.
"This baby wants my load," the driver said. "Look at her suck!"
"She wants my load too," said the rider. "You oughta feel her pussy around your cock. Man, oh Christ!"
He started gasping as Sandy's cunt erupted with a quick flurry of contractions.
Sandy's toes clutched so hard that her toenails almost cut into the balls of her feet. Her legs and arms, her entire body, quivered as prick-ling sensations shot through it. Despite her situa-tion, despite her hatred of the men abusing her, she couldn't stop the pleasure from steaming through her responsive teenage body and over-whelming her. Her loins rocked to the rhythm of the rider's humping. Her lips smacked to the rhythm of the driver's mouth-fucking. "She's a fucking sexmachine," moaned the driver. "Oh, man, she's gonna make me come, she's gonna suck out my load!"
Behind him, the rider fucked in a frenzy, plunging his cock in Sandy's sucking pussy. "Ahh, ahhhhh!"
Sandy saw stars. The sex energy and pleasure shooting through her body reached an unbear-able peak. Her cunt tightened like a fist, nearly popping the rider's cock out of its skin, then erupted with the violent spasms of orgasm. Sandy's eyes rolled back and whines of pleasure came from deep in her cock-stuffed throat. As she came, she chewed on the cock in her mouth.
"Ahhhhh!" the driver bellowed. "Take it!" Gasping like a man being whipped, he ejaculated his cum down Sandy's gullet. "Drink it! Fuck!"
Gobs of hot cum rolled down Sandy's throat. She gurgled, choked. Her mouth overflowed as the flexing cock in her mouth pumped out spurt after spurt. Cum ran down her cheeks and neck.
"Ohhhhh yeaahhhhh!" The rider wiggled his fat ass, screwing wildly as his spunk erupted suddenly into Sandy's pussy and womb. "Ahhhh, ahhhhhh!"
Sandy nearly tore her legs off at the ankles as she strained to break free of her bonds and wrap her legs around the man rutting between them. The intense sensations racking her cunt from having her legs spread wide during her orgasm were more than she could stand. She would have screamed in pain from the intensi-ty of her spasms if her throat hadn't been stuffed with cock and filled with cum.
"Drink my jism!" the driver growled, grind-ing his cock in Sandy's throat. "Swallow every-drop!"
The rider humped, grunting like an old boar as he fucked the remainder of his sizzling ball-juice up Sandy's cock-sucking twathole. "Yeahhhhh, yeahhhhhh!"
Sandy was still quivering from fingers to toes when the men pulled their cocks out of her. Orgasmic waves still flowed through her loins and made her wiggle and hump. Her eyes were still rolled back and glazed over.
Standing over her, the driver stroked her cheeks with his dirty toes, smearing around the cum that had escaped her mouth. He shoved his cum-wet toes into her mouth and made her suck them clean.
"I thought I told you to drink every drop," he said.
The rider, 'standing between Sandy's legs, stuck his big toe up Sandy's cum-oozing pussy, and Sandy almost screamed from the stimula-tion to her ultra-sensitive fuckmeat as the man's toe twisted and his toenail gouged. She sucked hard on the toes in her mouth to help herself withstand the unbearable stimulation to her cunt.
"It appears she likes to suck a man's toes," said the driver. "Sure feels good. I could beat off with this baby sucking my toes."
He took hold of his half-hard prick and started stroking it, sliding the foreskin up and down. In seconds, his cock was as hard as bone again and a drop of hot lube oozed out and fell on Sandy's face.
The rider, stimulated by the sight and feel of Sandy's wet cunt sucking his own big toe, grabbed his own stiffening cock.
"Here I thought I was all fucked out," he said. "But this baby's got me hard again. She makes me feel like a horny teenage kid."
"Me too," said the rider, leering down at Sandy. "We ain't done with you yet, bitch."