Chapter 1
"What are you doing?" Cindy Beddingfield backed away from the big man, one hand fluttering over the torn bodice of her light-blue cotton dress while the other stretched behind her, searching for the doorknob. Fear made her scalp crinkle while her pulse increased wildly. Tears trickled down her flushed cheeks as the girl still felt the slap burning against her flesh. How could this be happening to her? What had she done to deserve this? "C'mon, Cindy, baby. C'mon! I wanna feel that hot little pussy of yours snugging' up to me. My dick's achin' to slip into a juicy little cunt like "Stop it! Don't talk like that!" she shouted, her face reddening even more as his words embarrassed her.
The young man stood spread-legged in front of the only door of the tiny room, a hellish grin spreading over his thick lips while a quiver made his trim beard tremble at times. In the distance Cindy could hear the barking of dogs, the only sound other than the big man's steady, heavy breathing. She swallowed a lump of fear, her blue eyes glancing from corner to corner. Surely there had to be some path of escape. Surely a good little girl like her would be able to come through this unscathed. Cindy's gaze dropped to his hands big, paw-like hands, the fingers curling into fists while he rocked back and forth on his, boot heels.
"You ..you hurt me and my mother . . .my mother's going to do something," she said, tilting her chin up defiantly and feeling a small rush of courage.
The big man threw back his head and laughed mockingly, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. In the dim light, the heavy growth of facial hair made his face look more demonic than ever.
"Your old lady's gonna do notbin' around here to help you. She don't even know where the fuck you are. Now, you're gonna get down on your knees and suck this dick," he said, bunching up the crotch of his Levi's with one hand while leering at Cindy. "And it's gonna be real nice feelin' that tongue wrap around my cock. Who knows? You might even get to like whippin' a little skull on me!"
"No!" It was too much for the young blonde. Clenching her fists, Cindy threw herself onto the man, beating his chest and face with her fists. At first he reeled back, startled at the sudden attack, and the teenager thought she might have a chance to escape. But her fists were like cotton balls against him. She could feel his fingers gripping her upper arms, digging into her flesh. Kicking, biting, scratching, Cindy fought for all she was worth, her hair whipping across her flushed face.
"Slut!" He pushed her back violently, sliding one leg behind her to trip the young girl.
Cindy screamed, her arms flailing out to either side of her body as she staggered back, then fell with a violent thud onto her ass. The room seemed to pow smaller, the air thicker, herder to breathe as he approached her, his face dark with rage. When the teenager started to scramble to her feet, the big man moved quickly, curling his fingers around her long blonde hair and jerking up, tearing strands from her scalp.
Cindy shrieked, the pain tearing through her skull. Her eyelids fluttering, the young girl jerked both hands up and scratched her nails against the offending hand. But nothing could stop the man. Her knees scraped painfully over the floor as she felt the pain increase in her scalp. He was dragging her toward? the doorway, his booted feet stepping on her legs at times. When he released her hair, she scooted away, pressing her shoulder against the wail behind her and blinking the tears from her eyes.
"Wh-who are you? Why did you bring me here?" She drew one hand protectively up to her face as he stepped closer.
"Ed that's all you've gotta know about me. Ed's plenty. Why arc you here?" He scratched his stubbly chin, looking down at the trembling girl thoughtfully.' 'Let's just say you've got one helluva an admirer. He's into your old lady, too." Cindy stiffened, her eyes rounding as she looked at the big man above her.
"My.. .my mother?" It happened so quickly. She had been on her way home from school, thinking about the big prom coming up in two weeks when the car had driven up. She knew all about creeps. She had read about men who had lured young woman into their cars or vans. Why she'd bent down and leaned into the car window, she didn't know. She had, in any case, and that had been her undoing.
Now she was here in this tiny room, cringing in the corner, wondering where the other men were who had been in the car. Even though someone had draped a tight-fitting bandana over her eyes, Cindy knew there were at least three, maybe four men involved. She had seen the shapes inside when she'd leaned in just before they had opened the door and dragged her from the sidewalk, her books and papers scattering on the sidewalk behind her. "It's a real fuckin' shame, too."
"Wh-what are you talking about?" she gasped, her fingers pressed tightly together while she felt her flesh pucker into goose pimples.
"It's a Goddamned shame you're so pretty. We might have to mess you up," Ed said, reaching back and pulling a switchblade from his rear pocket.
Cindy sucked in a deep breath with a hissing sound, her eyes widening even more as she saw the silver blade swing out with a click, the steel catching the white overhead light. Instinctively, Cindy drew herself up into a tight little ball, feeling her back rubbing against the splintery wood.
Again, she could hear dogs barking in the distance while a stiffening draft whistled through cracks in the wall. They had to be out in the country or something. Cindy knew it had been a long drive. Those rude, offending hands had touched her in places no one had! Thank goodness she'd been able to keep her panties on in spite of all the tugging and tearing. Fingers had worked under the crotch panel, rubbing up against her cunt. But she had become violent then, kicking the men.
But now, the man in front of her had a weapon. There was no car to worry about. He could do with her as he pleased, and there was no one to stop him. Ed started to bend down, grabbing at her. Cindy screamed, her eyes still on that knife as she kicked him. Keeping his balance, the big stud swore violently, catching her around until she lay pinned to the floor.
Cindy tried to scream again. But his fingers were pressing in against her windpipe, choking off any air to her lungs. She drummed her legs against . the floor, her dress now gathered around her waist while her body writhed against the big man. He was strangling her. She struggled wildly against the pressing fingers, her tongue wagging from her mouth while saliva bubbled over her lips and streaked her chin and cheeks. The room started to grow dim. Sounds blended into a buzzing sensation rattling around her head, and Cindy thought she was going to die. They weren't even going to rape her or abuse her. They were simply going to kill her right there and then, dumping her body somewhere in the countryside where the wild dogs could feed on it! "Uhhhh!" Ed let her go, his body shuddering with lust as Cindy rolled onto her side and doubled up. The girl coughed, dragging in air with huge gasping gulps, her body convulsing with the effort. So intent was Cindy on getting more oxygen that she didn't at first feel the tearing grip of Ed's fingers against the back of her dress. Only when she felt a blast of cold air against her lower back did the teenager realize half her dress had been ripped from her body.
''No!'' Quickly, Cindy rolled onto her back, kicking up at the big man while stretching out on her arms and pressing her palms against his chest. He had already rolled in between her splayed thighs, the knife still in his right hand but now flat against the floor. In another moment, he was holding her down with his legs, pinning her ankles to the floor with his while pushing her skirt up to her tits. She could feel his fingers gripping the elastic band of her panties, tugging down. Crying out, Cindy shoved her ass down, still beating at the big man with her fists and screaming for help that would never come. His jagged nails were scratching painfully against her flesh as she felt the silken panty material sliding down past her hipbones.
Ed swore loudly, then ripped the panty material from her body. There! He had done it, exposed her cunt completely! She put her hands over her pussy with a scream, trying to work her legs free of his. But his weight was far too great for her to escape. When she started scratching at his face, Ed dropped his knife for a moment, jerking his big hand up, then bringing down his knuckles hard against her chin. It was as if someone had struck her with a hammer! Cindy's head snapped hard to the left, her jaw nearly shattering from the force of that blow as she fell back to the floor.
Through the dim haze that had settled over her brain, the young girl felt something terribly cold and hard against her throat. Rising from the stupor, she felt her head clearing. Rolling her eyes, she saw the knife again, this time up against her chin. He was rocking it down, poking the point up against her flesh then dragging it down her chin, leaving a thin white line. Cindy froze, afraid to make the slightest move for fear of pushing the blade through her skin. He was silent too, watching the tremors in her cheek, the way her forehead wrinkled as the blade slipped under her chin, then arched a path back up to her left earlobe. Cindy expected to feel the heavy weight of the steel cut through her skin in a moment. Instead, Ed reached up and tore her dress open with one mighty tug, ripping the blue material apart. She was about to cry out when the blade slid under the narrow strap holding her bra cups together. Cindy wanted to move her hands, but again thought better of it. She heard the strap giving way under the steady pressure of the knife. Letting a tiny moan escape from her lips, Cindy flattened her belly, feeling her asscheeks sliding against one another on the flat concrete floor. Every sound, every stimulus seemed amplified by her growing terror. She felt the bra cups loosen, falling away from her tits.
Ed let out a long low whistle, his eyes narrowing approvingly as he took in her boyish hips, the blonde cuntal curls frizzing around her pussy, her red nipples only now beginning to stiffen. He looked as if be were about to say something. Then he stopped, pursing his lips and bringing the knife to the right.
Cindy shuddered, feeling the cold cutting steel traveling up her fit, scratching teasingly against the super-sensitive flesh until the blade was poking into her nipple. Her fingers trembled, her right hand about to move up protectively. But one look at his savage, cold eyes told Cindy she had better lie quietly on the floor.
Ed liked her submission, poking the tip again and again to the nipple, watching her face turn pale at the sharp touch.
Horrible, horrible man! Cindy closed her eyes, a tear escaping from under her long lashes and rolling down her checks. She worked her legs against the floor, feeling the cold concrete.
Ed was making movements too, fucking movements against her. She felt his warm crotch rubbing up and down against her pussy, the touch bringing life into her cunt. The touch of that rough denim against her outer cunt lips was doing shocking things to her. In spite of her own fears Cindy was feeling a tingly, itchy warmth start to radiate out from the top of her pussy down through her thighs. It was odd, frightening to think of how she was responding to this terrible man. No. She would make herself behave. At least, she could force herself to resist the temptation to give in completely to this horrid man! "Oh!" The knife was moving now, slipping from her nipple back at her ribs before sliding pest her body button, around her right hipbone then down to her inn thigh. The girl gasped, her toes curling until they cramped. Ed was gripping the switchblade hard now, moving it down toward her knee, then around and back along her calf. With a sudden move, he sliced a thin line across her thigh.
"No!" He was going to cut her in pieces! She screamed, trying in vain to inch away from the sharp pain. Ed only licked his thick lips as a bit of blood oozed from the narrow stripe on her thigh.
"Turn over."
"What are you going to do to me?" she whispered.
"That's my business," he said, rolling his hands under her ass, them flipping the teenager over until she was crouched on her hands and knees.
Ed pulled the remains of her bra, panties and dress from under her body, tossing them into one corner. Cindy felt her body tense until it cramped while her long blonde hair washed over her whitening knuckles. Her knees slid apart slowly, her ass dropping inch by inch while her full tits pulled down from her upper chest. Cindy bit her pouty lower lip, feeling the sticky wet crack of her cunt slowly part from the pressure of her spread thighs. She could feel Ed pawing at her. His fingers clawed up her thighs, barely brushing her cunt, then sliding back down until they began caressing that swelling outer pussy lip.
Cindy wanted to swat the offending hand away, but knew she would get a slap on the back of her head for the effort. Instead, she crouched there, twisting her face into a terrible mask of concentration as those fingers began probing into her tight little fuck-hole. The feel of them as they slipped down into her pussy made the girl squirm with discomfort. Cindy knew girls talked excitedly about having their boyfriends touching them all the time about how swarmy and hot and wet they got whenever they were about to cum all around their boyfriends' fingers. But Cindy felt none of this.
Sheer animal terror raced through her like a chilly fire as she let the big man finger-fuck her there on the floor.
"You're a little tight and dry down there. You a virgin, baby?"
"Yes," Cindy said, hoping that she could reach some shred of decency in Ed's mind.
"Too bad," he muttered, moving his fingers back an inch. "Gonna be messy. But that's the way it is. Somebody's gotta do it, and it might as well be "Do what?" Was he going to fuck her? She thought about him throwing himself onto her body, forcing his cock into her cunt and blasting through her cherry while she screamed and shouted helplessly under him.
"Eaghghghhbhh!" A sharp, hot pain Cindy had never felt before tore through her cunt. She jerked forward, swatting back, banging her forehead hard against the wall in front of her.
Ed had torn a fistful of her pussy hair from her cunt, slapping her ass at the same time. The young girl was hysterical, rubbing the throbbing, sore spot while crawling like a terrified animal around the room. She still whimpered, bumping into the walls, looking for some way out. He let her rush about madly for a while before reaching down and grabbing Cindy by the left ankle. She screamed, tugging wildly against the pulling hand. But Ed was stronger, jerking her back.
Cindy fell to her knees, her tits pillowing between her chest and the floor, her nipples dragging over the uneven cold surface. Puffing her arms in front of her, she clawed at the floor, her nails breaking. Ed let go, bringing one booted foot down bard against the back of her neck. Cindy Squawked, feeling the leather pressing against her upper spine.
"Now you're gonna be real nice to me. I'm gonna have some fun. And if you play your cards right, bitch, you can have some fun, too."
"No! Don't do it! Don't touch me!" she screamed.
Cindy rolled away from under his foot, finding herself on her back in. a moment. Ed threw himself atop her, pressing the knife up against her lower lip and threatening to push the blade through her flesh. Cindy shivered. Ed's face was dark with anger, his lip a thin with rage as he stared into her widened eyes. Then, with a cruel laugh, be brought the knife around, pressing the flat of the blade against her amt. Cindy's face slackened, her mouth opening, and a cry of terror and shock escaped from her lips. The girl's legs jerked outward, her knees inch in up while her tits jiggled on her chest. It was happening. It was starting, just as Ed had premised her. And there was nothing, she could do about it!