Chapter 1
Jack Rawlins tossed his hard hat on the hook, pulled his card, shoved it into the punch clock, then put it back in its slot. Friday, he thought with relief. End of another stinking work week and time for hunting.
He hurried outside to his pickup, started it up and drove home, wondering where to start today. He'd have to discuss it with Bill and Frank, of course. They'd have their own thoughts on the matter. They always had to compromise when it came to the hunting parties. Still, they made a great team.
He drove into his driveway and got out, strode across the lawn and into the house, then went straight upstairs to the master bedroom. Susan wasn't home from work yet, and wouldn't be for several hours. She worked nine to five while he worked six to two.
That was great for him. That left him free for his hunting parties on Fridays. Frank had to take time off early, while Bill, being self-employed, had to worry about his wife, who didn't work, finding out he was leaving the job early.
Jack shucked his clothes and hurried into the shower. He stopped briefly to gaze at his hairy body in the mirror, the thick, strong jaw, heavy, barrel chest, the still smooth stomach ... He chuckled as he fondled his thick cock, which hung down from a mass of black curly hair. That was still in great shape too.
It was the hunting parties that kept him young.
He showered quickly, munched a quick sandwich, then drove across town to the lodge.
The lodge was an old stone garage in a crummy, industrial section of town. Before it was a garage it was part of an old factory. It had cost them little to rent, since it was too small for most business's taste.
The door slid up automatically at the touch of his remote, then slid back down again behind him as he pulled to a halt in the corner. He saw Bill's Chevy already there and looked around for him. He wasn't in sight so Jack figured he was already downstairs.
He slammed the door and trotted down the stairs. The big steel door at the bottom had been pushed aside and music was coming from the lounge down the narrow hall.
"Hey, Mister Smith," he grinned as he came into the room.
"Hey, Mister Jones," Bill grinned. He opened the small fridge, pulled out a beer and tossed it to him.
Jack popped it and drank deep, then belched. "Where's that asshole, White."
"Keep your pants on, Jack. He'll get here."
"What're you lookin' for today?"
"Not sure. I'm open."
"I saw a helluva prospect a couple of nights ago."
"Where?"
"Just down the street from my place."
"Don't be an asshole, Jack. You know the rules. Nobody who lives or works anywhere near us."
"Ahh, you should see this one."
"There's plenty of cunt out there, man."
"So much pussy, so little time," a new voice said. "Bout time you showed up," Jack snorted. "Hey, Frank," Bill called, tossing him a beer. "Howsit hangin' professor?"
"Not too bad. Not too bad."
"So what're we lookin for tonight?"
"How about another smart ass college girl?" Bill suggested.
"I was thinking of a nice, virginal little schoolgirl," Frank leered.
"Shit. Pussy's pussy," Jack said. "Don't matter if it's been plugged or not."
"Why don't we just cruise and see what pops up?" Bill snickered.
The three went back upstairs and got into the van, with Jack driving. The garage door opened and they drove out, headed for the hunting grounds.
They saw a number of likely prospects along the way, but nothing they could agree on. Jack pulled up across the street from one of their prime hunting grounds, John F. Kennedy High.
The van they occupied was a five year old dodge, painted light blue. It looked like thousands of similar vans on the street, though inside it had been modified to some degree. There were, for example, several small holes in the side, which appeared to be from rust. However, small TV cameras looked out from them.
The three men sat in the curtained off rear of the van, carefully scanning the prey as it exited the school. "There!" Jack cried, pointing at a small blonde. He focused in on her face, adorably cute, then followed her with the camera, zooming in on her ass.
"What an ass! That's the roundest little ass I've ever seen!"
"Nahhh," Frank said. "That's a bit underripe."
"Are you nuts? Lookit the tits on that whore!"
"I'm looking for something a bit more mature," Bill said.
"That little cunt needs to be pumped!"
"They all need to be pumped, Frank. We can't pump em' all."
"Hey, how about that one there, the redhead?" Bill suggested, looking at the mini-skirted girl.
"She's with people. We want one alone."
"Yeah, we don't grab them from the middle of the flock, Bill," Jack said. "We pick em' off from around the edges."
"Okay, there's one," Frank smiled. He focused in on a brunette with masses of curly brown tresses. She was wearing a sweater dress, the chest of which pushed out firmly. Frank zoomed in on her tits and they watched them moving up and down as she walked.
"Nice. Lookit those teats bounce," Jack hummed.
"Gotta be nice'n big," Bill said.
"And firm, nice and big and firm and round."
The camera eased back and they watched her smile at another girl, then part at the sidewalk, going in opposite directions.
"Nice meat on those bones," Bill said.
"Swing that ass, slut," Frank grinned.
"Tits like that ... she's gotta get fucked."
"Yeah."
"I wanna fuck those tits."
"Who doesn't."
"Nice face, nice tits, from what we can see nice body overall, and she's alone. What say, guys? Should we bag this slut and show her what's what?" Frank said.
"Go for it," Bill grunted.
"Yeah, let's go grab the whore," Jack nodded, pushing through the curtain and starting the van.
They waited for the girl to move a couple of blocks away, following her with their eyes. She started after, drove ahead of her, then pulled to the curb a half block behind her. Bill hopped out and started forward while the others watched.
He expertly kept his place, watching ahead and behind, keeping his eyes on the houses around them, then he suddenly accelerated, walking briskly. The van moved forward and pulled alongside the girl just as he reached her. The side door was open and she idly turned to look inside.
Bill put one hand under her ass, gripped her upper arm with the other, and heaved. The girl let out a yelp as she flew up into the van, but that was the only noise she could get out as Frank's hand clamped down on her mouth. Bill hopped inside, closed the door, and joined Frank as the van moved forward.
The girl fought desperately in Frank's grip, but he outweighed her by a hundred pounds and she could do nothing but kick her legs uselessly. Frank had one arm around her, pinning her arms to her side, and the other hand, gloved, of course, over her mouth.
Bill picked up the hall gang and nodded to Frank. Frank jerked his hand away and the girl opened her mouth to scream, only to have the ball shoved inside immediately. Bill put the strap around her head and snapped it, then he and Frank twisted her onto her belly.
She continued to make terrified noises through the gag, to kick and strain against their grip, but they easily handled her, pulling her wrists together behind her back and tying them tightly together. Bill then pulled down another pre-cut rope, from a bunch hanging over a rod, and bound, first her ankles, then her legs above the knees.
They turned her over and smiled down at her.
"Let's skin her now," Frank grinned.
"Hey, no way," Jack called back. "You don't do anything without me."
"Okay, okay, relax," Bill said. "We won't touch her till you're free."
They drove back to the lodge, the hunting lodge, as they'd taken to calling it. They drove inside, then parked and jumped out of the van. Frank gripped the girl's legs and dragged her to the door, then lifted her up across his shoulder.
"That was easy," Bill said..
"Yeah, nice fresh meat, and we hardly had to work for it."
"Not like that blonde slut last week, huh, guys?" Jack laughed, as they headed down the stairs.
"Well, she was worth it," Bill grunted.
"Hot little bitch, that one," Frank grunted.
"Snotty fuckin' lawyer. Thought she was something special."
"We showed her how wrong she was," Bill laughed. "She didn't think she was so hot with my cock up her ass."
They laughed as they passed through the thick steel door. Bill hung back and closed it behind them while Frank carried the girl down the hall to the work room. He heaved her onto a thick, crude wooden table there, Her eyes were huge and filled with terror, but none of them noticed that, busy examining the bulges made in her sweater.
"Let's skin this whore," Bill grunted, going to a wall and pulling down a sharp pair of sewing sheers, he slid the teeth around the hem of her sweater dress and started to cut up along the right side. The other two stood by, watching in amusement as the girl squirmed and whimpered in protest.
Bill cut all the way up to her collar, then shifted to the other side of the dress, cutting up there to the top. With the dress cut neatly in two he put down the sheers and the others moved forward in anticipation. Bill gripped the hem, and slowly, tauntingly pulled downwards.
The girl moaned, eyes bulging, body straining against the bonds holding her as the garment slid down her body. It eased across her breasts, revealing her lacy black bra, full of soft, white tit, then skimmed down her chest and across her flat, concave belly, and finally bared her wide, womanly hips, the string bikini panties and garter belt that matched the bra, and then her long, shapely, smoothly tapered legs, and the sheer black stockings containing them..
"Nice ... nice meat," Bill sighed.
"Good quality cunt," Frank said.
"It'll do," Jack said, licking his lips.
The girl moaned through the gag, still straining at her bonds. The three men watched appreciatively, eyeing the shapely legs as they wriggled and bounced, enjoying the play of muscles along her abdomen and belly, and the indentations her ribs made against her flesh.
"Only a real slut would wear undies like that," Jack sneered.
"Are you kidding? Look at her. She probably charges for it," Frank snorted.
Bill cut her bra straps, then lifted it off, baring her breasts. The three men eyed the thick, round breasts admiringly.
"Now that's nice tit," Bill said.
"Looks good, looks firm too."
"Nice teeny hopper tit, so fresh and creamy soft," Jack sighed.
"Lookit those nipples, they're like strawberries."
"Bet they're even bigger when she's in heat."
"Bet these melons swell up too."
The girl's head jerked from side to side, staring at them with wide eyes. Her skin was beet red with embarrassment as the three strange men eyed and commented on her naked flesh.
Jack slid a hand onto her right breast, while Frank gripped her left. The girl arched her back, twisting and wriggling as she whimpered and protested into the gag. Their fingers stroked and squeezed and kneaded the soft white flesh as Bill cut her panties off and slid a finger up and down her soft, tight little slit.
"I wanna fuck this whore right now," Jack grunted, his cock swelling.
"Now, Mister Smith, you know the rules," Frank said.
"Yeah, Smith. We'll get her later, when we got lots of time."
"Come on, guys. The wife's gonna be home and she won't let me leave tonight. She's got some goddam assholes comin' over."
"That's okay, we'll enjoy her for you," Frank grinned.
"Just let me pop the bitch. That'll keep me till tomorrow."
"Who says you get to pop the slut?" Bill glared.
"You popped the last one. It's my turn."
"Ahh, let him pop her. She'll settle down once she's had a good fuck, anyway."
"Who says he's a good fuck," Bill snorted.
"Untie the whore's legs," Jack grinned, unzipping the blue jumpsuit he had on.
"She'll kick," Bill warned.
"Not if she knows what's good for her," Jack said, glaring at the girl.
"Why don't I introduce us to the little lady," Frank smiled.
He moved up next to the girl's face and she jerked her eyes up to his. He smiled.
"Listen carefully, slut. I'm Mister White. This here is Mister Smith, and the hairy guy there with the cock sticking out at you, that's Mister Jones. Now then, Mister Jones is gonna fuck you but good. There ain't nothing you can do about that, so don't even try."
Bill came up to the other side of the table, holding a riding crop. He slashed it down hard on the table next to her head and she cried out in fear, turning to stare up at him.
"This's a riding crop, whore, and we use it on loud sluts to give them something to be loud about. Understand?"
"What Mister Smith means," Frank smiled. "Is that you're underground, and no matter how much you scream nobody is gonna hear it but us...."
"But we don't wanna hear it," Bill glared. "So keep your mouth shut until it's time for you to suck someone's cock."
"Crudely put, but you get the idea, don't you,' Frank smiled, caressing her right breast. He rolled her nipple between thumb and forefinger, pinching it and pulling it upwards.
"We own you. Until such time as we decide to let you go, if ever, you will do exactly what we tell you to."
"Or else," Bill said, slamming the crop down on the table again.
Jack cut the ropes from her ankles and legs, then pulled her to the edge of the table and off. She almost fell but he held her with one strong arm, pulling her in against his naked body. She stared up at him in horror as her breasts pushed into his chest.
"Hi, there, baby," he leered.
"Mister Jones, please," Frank said. "We haven't even met the bitch yet."
He undid the gag and pulled it from her mouth as Jack pushed her back, holding her at arms length.
At first she panted for breath and swallowed repeatedly, saying nothing, staring from one to the other.
"Please," she gulped. "Please let me go." They all laughed in amusement. Frank shook his head.
"Do you think we went to all this trouble just to let you go? Jesus, you're a dumb little cunt."
The girl recoiled from the crude words, whimpering in fear.
"What's your name, slut?" Frank asked.
"I'm not a slut! Please! Please let me go! I won't tell anyone! I promise! Just let me go and...."
Jack's fist slammed into her belly, folding her in two and dropping her to her knees on the floor. She gurgled and choked and fought for breath, moaning in pain. She fell onto her side, all curled up in a ball as the three men looked down at her.
Frank bent and slid his fingers through her thick, curly hair, then massed it up and, with a big handful, closed his fist and pulled her upwards. She cried out in pain as her hair was pulled, but was forced upwards, first to her knees, then to her feet again.
"No need to be so harsh, Mister Jones," he said. "Now then, slut. Tell us your name."
"L ... L ... Lis ... aaaaa," she gasped.
"Lisa, a good name for a slut," Frank nodded.
"I'm not a slut," she wailed, bursting into tears.
"String her up and let's whip some obedience into her," Bill said.
"And scar this pretty flesh before we've had a chance to enjoy it," Frank chided. He slid his hand up and down across her breasts, cupping and squeezing them slowly and admiringly.
"Then fuck the whore, Jones, and we'll go home," Bill said.
Frank nodded. "All right, slut ... Lisa ... Now I want you to do something for me. Will you be a good little whore and do what you're told, or do we have to beat some sense into you?"
She continued to sob, not answering. He frowned, sliding his hand up around her throat and slowly squeezing his fingers closed. She pulled weakly, trying to free herself, but could do nothing as her head began to throb and her face turned red.
He let her go and she drew in great, shaking breaths.
"Are you going to be a good little slut?" Frank asked mildly. She shook her head up and down.
"Say it then. Say, I'll be a good little slut."
"I ... I ... I'll be a ... a good little ...'s ... slut," she whimpered.
"Good, slut," he said, patting her head. "Now I want you to get down on your knees over there." He turned her and pointed to the rug nearby, giving her a nudge. She shakily padded across the floor, the three of them following.
"Now kneel down here," Frank ordered.
With a small hesitation, she lowered herself to her knees.
"Now bend over, slut," Jack ordered.
She hesitated even more, but then slowly bent forward.
"More, slut," Frank ordered.
"I ... I can't," she whined. "I'll fall."
"Bill gripped her hair and pulled back sharply, drawing a cry of pain from the girl. He pulled her head straight down, forcing her head way back, forcing her back to arch cruelly, shoving her firm breasts up and out. Then he heaved her forward, smashing her down so her shoulders struck the floor painfully., "Stick that ass up higher," Bill snapped. "Higher, slut," Frank ordered.
"Yeah, stick that ass out, you dirty bitch," Jack grinned. "And spread your legs."
"Spread em', slut," Frank nodded. "Pleeeeasssee," she sobbed. "Spread your legs, slut!"
Her legs slowly shifted open as she sobbed in misery and shame. Bit by bit her pussy slit and then her puckered asshole was revealed.
"Wider. Wider!"
"Now that's a nice pretty sight," Jack snickered. "Slut? Hey, slut."
"Ye ... ye ... yesss," she whimpered. "I want you to beg Mister Jones to fuck your dirty cunt.
"Oh, please doooon't," she sobbed. "Beg for it, slut."
"I ... I'm a virgiiiiin."
"Good, then we won't catch anything. Now beg for it or we'll get the whip."
"Now!"
"P ... p ... p ... pleeaseee ... fu ... fu.. fuck-meeeee," she whimpered.
"Louder, and put more feeling into it."
"P ... please fu ... fuck meee," she moaned. "Louder."
"Pleeeeease fuck meeeee,"
"Fuck you? Fuck what? Your cunt? You want Mister Jones to fuck your dirty cunt? Ask him then." She burst into a fresh wave of tears instead. Frank put his boot down on the back of her neck and started applying pressure. "Do what you're told, slut!"
"P ... please fuck me, Mister Jones!" she cried. "Again."
"Please fuck me, Mister Jones!" she screamed. "More feeling, slut. I want to hear you beg."
"Please, please fu ... fuck me, Mister Jones," she sobbed.
"Fuck you where, slut?"
"Please ... please fuck my dirty cunt, Mister Jones," she wailed.
"Well, I dunno, slut," Jack grinned, fisting his cock. "Wiggle that round little ass at me. Hump it in and out, get me in the mood, y'know?"
She continued to sob in misery. Frank pressed his foot down again and she began to hump her ass back at him.
"That's it, slut. Hump that ass, wiggle it around in circles. Show us what a nice cunt you have."
Lisa rolled her ass around and humped it back as the pressure on the back of her neck eased. Terrified beyond anything she could have imagined she could only hope to save herself from pain and maybe even death by obeying the three terrible men.
She was mortified at being seen in this disgusting, crude position by the strange men, by having to beg them to rape her. But she was not a particularly brave girl, nor did she have any real tolerance for pain. She was unused to even being spoken to crossly.
To have grown men, strangers, use the most filthy, vile obscenities on her would have reduced poor Lisa to tears at the best of times. To be kidnapped, then stripped practically naked, then struck so cruelly and abused like she was, was almost more than her mind could bear.
She was being reduced to a state of numb, dazed acceptance, which was exactly what the men wanted ... for now.
Her ass wagged back and forth invitingly as Jack dropped down to his knees behind her. She whimpered as she felt his hands stroke and squeeze her ass flesh, anticipating the cruel rape that was to follow.
She sobbed quietly, the volume increasing when she felt his hard prick head rub up and down against her virgin pussy entrance. She trembled in terror as he put more and more pressure behind the hard pecker, and it slowly began to penetrate the tightness of her fuck lips.
She groaned as she felt the stinging pain of his penetration. Her pussy lips were extremely tight.
"Get me some oil," Jack grunted. He wanted it for his cock not her pussy. He could care less if the fucking hurt her.
Bill handed him some lubricating jelly and he smeared it over his cock, then took a thick dollop on his two fingers and jammed them against her hole, shoving them inside. She cried out in pain, tears streaming down her cheeks as his fingers dug into her.
He pumped them in and out a few times, coating her pussy entrance, then removed his hand, rubbing his fingers in her hair. He pressed his cock against her again and forced the fat head through her pussy lips, then began a steady humping motion that, bit by bit, battered his cock through the tight resistance of the virgin teen's fuck tunnel.
"Oohh! Ooowww! Owww! she sobbed, as the thick cock was forced up her fuck-hole.
"Oh quit whining, you little slut, this is what you were made for," Bill snorted. "Get used to it."
"Hurry up and rip that cunt open," Frank said.
"Don't rush me. I'm enjoying this. Nice, fresh, cherry pie."
He gripped her hips then and straightened his back, then began a steady thrusting that jammed his cock deeper and deeper until it came to her hymen. He punched it gently, getting the feel of it, then, with the front of her fuck tunnel open for business, he slid his cock back to the entrance, and rammed forward.
Lisa screamed in pain as his cock ripped through her hymen and slid down deep into her belly. The scream was followed by a fresh wave of sobbing as she bade farewell to her long fought for virginity.
"Pop goes the cherry," Jack snickered.
"Big deal. That blonde we got at the K-mart was a cherry too. I popped her with a lot more finesse," Frank sniffed.
"She was practically unconscious. This one's got a little more spirit," Jack said, slapping Lisa on the ass. He pulled back, then thrust forward again, grunting as her tight pussy squeezed down on his manhood. He lurched forward, burying the last inch of cockmeat up her snatch, then sighed in relief as he felt her soft white ass flesh pressing firmly into his hips.
"Now you got it all, slut," he smiled, slapping her ass again. "Got a cunt full of hot meat."
"Get used to that too, girl," Bill laughed.
He began to pump into her then, using slow strokes at first as he worked her cunt open. Soon he was pumping with a steady, smooth motion, his hips slapping against her straining buttocks as his cock slid back and forth in her pussy tunnel.
"Now you're getting yourself fucked, slut. Like it?" Frank sneered.
"She better," Bill said.
"She loves it," Jack grunted, humping faster, slamming his cock down her fuck channel as his fingers gouged her flesh.
Lisa moaned in despair, her face and shoulders and titties rasping back and forth on the carpet as the hairy man drove his cock into her with brutal power. Her ass cheeks ached from the hard pounding he was giving them, but she hardly felt the pain over the burning in her cunt tunnel.
She thought of all the romantic daydreams and fantasies she'd had about her first time and burst into tears again.
Jack pounded his meat up her pussy, grunting with each hard impact. He bent forward across her body, his hands sliding down onto her shoulders as he closed his eyes in pleasure.
He felt his balls growing hot, felt his prick swelling. His hips beat a steady tattoo on the girl's ass cheeks as he spiked his cock down into her soft, warm fuck channel.
"Ahhhhhhh," he groaned, his climax bursting over him. His cock blasted out thick white wads of sperm that filled Lisa's fuck box and spurted out around his still wildly pistoning meat.
He slowed, panting for breath, easing back and relaxing as the excitement left him. His cock began to soften and he regretfully pulled it free of the teenager's torn fuck tunnel.
"One less virgin walkin' around," he grinned.
"I got get home. My wife is gonna wonder where I am," Bill said.
"I'll just tie the little whore up before I leave, Frank said.
"She's already tied up," Bill said. "Anyway, we're gonna lock the door."
"You know Frank and his fuckin' ropes," Jack grunted, standing up. Frank grinned at them and scooped some ropes off a work counter, then went over to the girl.
"All right, slut, just keep still while I work," he said.
He pulled over a low stool and lifted her head up by the hair, then set it down on the stool. Her heavy tits dangled down freely and he gave each a squeeze. He slipped a rope around her right breast, right next to her ribs, then slowly tightened it.
Lisa moaned, then gasped in pain as the rope tightened around her fat tit. It squeezed the base of her tit down hard, forcing the rest of the meaty orb out into a hard, taut, round ball of flesh. Jack tied the rope off, then led it under her arm and around her back.
He brought it under her left arm, then wound it around her left breast, cinching it just as tight as the it was around her right. He ran it up behind her neck, then down to her right tit, tying a knot there, then leading it down across her body and behind her, through the rope around her wrists, then back around front and up across her body again, to tie off between her breasts.
He led it over her shoulder, down her back to her wrists, then wrapped it several times around her waist, stopping at her spine, then detouring down the crack of her ass, beneath her and up between her pussy lips, then, with a sharp tug, jerked it up between her pussy lips.
He slid it through the ropes that circled her waist, then pulled down hard, taking the rope back down between her pussy lips, then up the crack of her ass to the waist, where he tied it off. He pulled her back by the hair, flinging her onto her back on the floor.
"Niiice," he said. "I feel like fucking you myself right now."
She began to cry again and he scowled. He took a silk scarf, which he considered an artistic touch, and pushed it between her lips, then tied it behind her head.
"We'll be back later, slut," he grinned. "Then we'll have the time to work you over properly."
He bent over her, still smiling. "Since Jack got to pop your cherry, I get to fuck you in the asshole first. Frank will just have to settle for a good old fashioned throat fucking. You do know how to deep throat a cock, don't you? No matter. You'll learn. With Frank's ten inches shoved down your throat you won't have much choice."
Leaving her with something to look forward too he left the room, locking the door behind him.