Maybe he could keep the blonde. That would be a real kick, he thought. This naive teen and him. He'd really show her what it was like to have a man making love to her.
Fucking her, giving her everything and anything until they bath dropped from exhaustion.
'Well, damnit. What did Lynn and Nesh do to her?'
'Usual stuff. One fucked herself on the chick's tits. And the other made blondie there eat her out.'
'Did they get off on it?'
'Yeah, in a big way. But they could fuck themselves on a telephone pole and brag about how good the splinters felt in their cunt.'
'I wonder what the little girl's idea of fun is?' he mused. 'Maybe I should experiment around and find out.'
'Hey, you're not dropping me for her, are you? Look, Big Ed, we been together…'
'We been together maybe too long if you start talking like you own me. Knuckles!' He yelled. 'Come over here. Got a present for you.'
The big man lumbered up. 'What is it?'
'Dottie. Go fuck her a few times. And when you get tired, let Ivan work on her. See if you can't get him to break that clap-ridden prick of his off in her. She needs to be taught a lesson.'
'Big Ed! Goddammit, now listen!'
'Do it. NOW!' he roared. Laughing, he watched Dottie's struggles against Knuckles. The man was simply too strong for the woman to escape. And like a little puppy dog – with a syphilitic brain – Ivan trotted after them waiting for his sloppy seconds.
Ed dropped down beside Karen and began running his hand over her ass. The flesh was warm, alive. It made him feel good to find a chick without a butt tight and tough-skinned. After riding on a chopper for long hours, everyone got an ass like a brick, hard and rough. Not this one, not this blonde sexpot.
Karen stirred under his soft caress. She turned over and looked up, her green eyes pleading. 'You told me you'd let me go. And then you gave me to at… to that bitch!'
The words sounded harsh and unusual coming from such perfectly formed lips. It pleased Big Ed.
'So what? You're gonna have to grow up, little girl. I look at it that I'm just doing my part. You're learning the facts of life.'
'Such as?'
'Such as the Golden Rule. Them that's got the gold rules. And I got the gold, so to speak. You don't have any say so around here. I'm the boss of this rat pack.'
'It fits. You're a slimy bastard.' She spat in his face, her aim accurate.
Infuriated, he slapped her hard across the face. 'Nobody does that to Big Ed and gets by with it. You'll wish you were never born before I get done with you. You'll be pleading and begging me to let you go – or maybe kill you.'
Karen saw what she'd done. The man had been reasonable before she challenged his macho image. Now that he had to prove himself, he'd do anything. Even kill her if that was what it took to get his self-esteem back.
Wisely, she knew that no matter what she said, it would be the wrong thing. She'd just have to take what he dished out. Maybe not like it, but certainly take it.
'Dottie said you'd already had a taste of this. Just wait and I'll give you a real taste!'
Karen watched in mute horror as Big Ed filled the can partially with gasoline, then hot water from a pot over the fire. He sloshed them together and then screwed on the nozzle. The gas can gurgled as he advanced on her. Lying face down, she couldn't possibly escape him.
The wild thought ran though her head: he's going to stuff that down my throat and make me swallow it!
'That fine ass of yours is just begging for a little enema, you know?'
The thought of having all that hot liquid forced into her bowels scared Karen as much as the idea of drowning in it.
'No, no! You can't. This isn't human! You're not the kind…'
'The hell I'm not the kind.' He reached out and gripped one of her soft, white asscheeks. With a savage jerk, he opened the humid canyon between the slabs of meat to expose her anus.
He pressed the warm spout against her asshole until it finally gave way and opened.
The insertion of the gas nozzle all the way up her rectum made the blonde cry out in tenor. It didn't hurt – not exactly – but the thought of what he was doing to her heightened her fear.
When the warm liquid began sloshing into her rectum, she thought she was going to be burned alive. She cried openly, not caring if he saw or not. The pain and humiliation was almost too much for her. She wished she could have died then and there.
But that wasn't in the cards for her. She felt her bowels bloating. The gasoline-water mixture was slowly filling her, giving her a vile, hideous enema. She tried to clamp down with her anus, to shutoff the noxious fluid. She found her asshole collapsing on the metal hose. He had rammed it so far up into her guts she had no choice but to let him pour the gallon of hot fluid into her.
'It burns! It's burning me up!'
'Shut up, you stupid bitch. If it'd been cold, it would have killed you.'
'It hurts!'
'Damn it, shut up! And I want you to keep all that inside you. All of it. Every Goddamn last drop. If you don't…' His voice trailed off, more threatening than if he'd voiced what he would do to her if she let any of the enema escape from her bowels.
So much had entered her body, she felt like vomiting. It was pressing all the way up into her intestines, bloating her belly, trying to enter her stomach.
When the nozzle plopped free from her ass, she tried to obey him. She was filled with the hot, burning, searing liquid. It was tearing at her innards as if he'd filled her with some laboratory acid instead of gasoline and water.
'Why are you doing this to me? It hurts, oh Christ, it hurts so Goddamn bad!'
Big Ed just laughed. He was enjoying the play of pain across the girl's face. He reminded her, 'Hold it in. All of it. You'll wish to hell you obeyed me if you let one singe drop out of that sweet little tight ass of yours!'
He pulled her to her feet. She wobbled slightly trying to keep from fainting. The liquid inside her bowels was a heavy weight. It threatened to weigh her down, make her fall to her knees. She needed the strong arm around her to keep from collapsing.
'Okay. You can let it out now.'
With a sigh of relief, the now brown fluid came pouring out of her asshole and down her legs. She didn't care. The gasoline-water mixture was no longer inside, tormenting her, making her feel like puking her guts out.
'Not bad. How do you like the feel of this?'
A cold metallic tube entered her cunt. The stark contrast between the hot liquid enema and the freezing metal in her cunt made her shiver. And it wasn't strictly from the coldness when she saw what it was the man was stuffing so eagerly up her twat.
The long barreled revolver was loaded. She could see the blunt copper noses of the bullets in their chambers. And the hammer was back on the gun. The lightest pressure would send a hunk of lead blasting through the entire length of her body.
'Why?' she begged him. 'Why! Why are you doing all this to me? I'll do anything you want. You don't have to… to…' and she broke down, sobbing. She could no longer take what he was doing to her.
Her ass burned with the fierceness of napalm. Her guts were still in a turmoil over the enema he'd given her. It had been brutal. She could barely think about it without going crazy.
But this.
This was simply too much. The revolver barrel up her quim tore and twisted at her already tortured membrane. She began bleeding again. In a wild, totally insane thought, she hoped the blood would clog his gun. If he pulled the trigger, maybe it would blow up in his hand.
She winced as the gun barrel was yanked out of her cunt. The gun sight had cut her pussy lip a little,
