around his throat. Clutching at it, the man fell to his knees, trying to breath. Big Ed pulled him along like a dog on a leash.
'I don't want to hear any more out of you tonight. Got that, Scrooge? We can do it the easy way – you keep that sonovabitchin' mouth of yours shut – or we can do it my way. I just yank.'
The savage jerk he gave the chain caused Karen to wince in pain. The man with the chain around his neck started turning purple from lack of oxygen. Seeing this, Big Ed gave an easy twitch of his wrist and released it. Scrooge fell gasping to the ground.
Big Ed turned back to Karen, saying, 'How'd you happen to be up there spying on us?'
'I wasn't spying, honest! I… never mind.' She fell into a frightened silence.
'Talk or I'll make you talk. Maybe I'll let Scrooge have you for a while. He's real mad now. No tellin' what he'd do to you. And that would be a real Goddamn shame havin' such a pretty little blonde girl all bashed in.'
Karen swallowed hard, pulled her tattered clothes tighter around her body and tried to think as small as she could. They wouldn't go away but maybe they would get tired of her.
'Spyin', that is exactly what you were doing.' Big Ed began nervously playing with a tiny gold ring in his right earlobe. Karen noticed the motion and started to say something, then bit it back. That earring didn't look the least effeminate on the man. Without being told, she realized he'd maybe killed people fix saying such a thing.
'No, really I wasn't! I was running away.' And with those simple words, she found herself spilling everything to Big Ed. A mistake or not, she didn't know. All that mattered was the nervous release of words. It took the edge off her fear, gave her something to do besides cower in front of these evil men.
'So, nobody knows about where you are. Well, as being good citizens and all that, we're going to have to make sure you don't run off again. Right gang?'
The broken-toothed, grimy bikers all leered and shouted, 'Yeah, Big Ed, that's the way to tell her!'
Big Ed moved faster than a man his size should have. Lightning couldn't have moved faster. He was suddenly beside her, his hands holding her slender wrists together. He transferred them to one huge paw while he groped around searching out some rope.
The coarse twine cut into her hands. She struggled, trying to fight him off. It did no good. He was too big, too strong. The trip through the desert had sapped her strength, though that hardly mattered. The muscles rippling under the tanned skin of Big Ed's arms told the story; he was strong enough to make her do anything he wanted, no matter what her condition.
'How do you like having your hands tied up like that, huh?'
'You're an animal!' she spat at him.
He casually slapped her. 'Don't say that. In fact, don't say anything but how much you want my cock.'
He reached down and pulled out his huge prick. In the firelight, the ugly red erection looked like a mottled stick of raw beef. In spite of herself, she couldn't take her eyes off his prick. Big, thick, it was about the largest she'd ever seen.
It made her father's look like a pencil in comparison. And Big Ed was going to fuck her with it!
He'd tear her apart. His cock would rip her delicate, already damaged pussy flesh. The bleeding had stopped from where her father had cruelly rammed the bottle. But if Big Ed slammed that hunk of fuck stick back into her twat, he'd start her bleeding again.
'Please, my… my pussy is hurt!'
'Well, I got about the best pussy pleaser around!' The others in his gang laughed and started making lewd gestures and suggestions.
'Hey, let's take a bet. Think she's a natural blonde? Ten bucks says it's bleached.'
'You're on. Go on, Big Ed, let's see if her snatch patch matches her hair.'
A quick tearing motion proved that her pussy mound was the identical color of her hair, now tangled and disheveled from her fights.
'Goddamn, that's about the prettiest chick I seen in a helluva long time.' He started stroking his hard, callused hands over her soft, tender body. The slightest touch made her cringe. With her hands tied, she wasn't able to fight him off as she wanted. The more she struggled, the more he seemed to enjoy it.
He and her father were a matched set, she suddenly realized. They both took what they wanted, no matter what anyone else felt. Cruel, infinitely cruel and heartless. She even saw a slight resemblance between the biker and her father.
Shuddering as much from the cold as from what was going to happen to her, she begged, 'Don't, please! My pussy's all ripped up!'
'Yeah, look at this joy rag.' With a quick yank, he pulled the bloody plug of cloth out from her twat. She cried, a low animal-like noise deep in her throat. The man ignored her.
'Too good to waste' and 'Can I fuck her next' and 'Get on with it, man, or your cock's gonna freeze off' came from the men.
'Right. Enough of this.'
She opened her eyes and saw nothing but the ugly red cock coming toward her, a dirty hand circling it, guiding it toward her snatch. Trying to wiggle away did no good. Hands held her down, pulled her legs wide. Never had she felt more vulnerable. They could do anything they wanted to her. Hands tied, she was helpless. Screaming would only encourage them. She was miles from help. And who would go up against a sex-crazed gang of bikers?
Still she fought. It wasn't much. But it released a little of her pent-up terror.
'How's it feel, baby doll, having a real man's cock here?'
With the last word, he jammed his hips forward. She felt the long rod of prick surge all the way up her quim. There wasn't any fuck fluid to ease its passage. She cried out in pain as the ungreased stick vanished all the way up her twat.
The pain threatened to make her pass out. As blackness was creeping up around the edges of her vision, a sharp, stinging slap brought her around.
'Hey, don't go passin' out on me. I want you to enjoy this, baby doll. Just like I'm enjoying it!'
'You filthy bastard! You cocksucking motherfucker!'
He slapped her again, splitting her lower lip. 'Now where'd a nice girl like you learn those words? Gotta show you what it's all about. What this is all about!'
He jerked his hips again, then began twisting his pelvis around. His deeply buried cock started stirring around far inside her twat. The motion wasn't gentle but it still stimulated her. She couldn't explain it. The feel of this beast's cock along her pussy walls made her feel sexy. The very act of raping her was turning her on.
She fought against her body's reaction – and lost. Her cunt began frothing over with lust juices. At first she was frightened it might be blood, but in the dim light cast by the fire, she saw it was nothing but her own natural lubricants oozing out.
She hated herself for it.
Giving into this animal!
'Hey, I think baby doll's little cunt is beginning to like me. Yeah, I kin feel her. All tight and now it's not dry anymore. Juicy, damned juicy. This chickie's no virgin, guys, but wow, is she blight!'
He pulled out slowly, his cock making an obscene sucking noise. She felt as if he were pulling her guts out using the vacuum created by his huge cock pressed so firmly against her pussy walls. She groaned, but the man ignored her.
He was too busy feeling the surge of power pass through his body. This chick was a hot one. Sexy, she had everything going for her. He loved the way her tits heaved up and down as he stroked into her. As soon as his prick was all the way up her cunt, the way the pussy walls started rippling and massaging his buried length made him even hornier. The sight of that natural blonde bush was a real turn-on for him.
His cock vanishing between her pink pussy lips wasn't so bad either. In fact, it was fine! The heat boiling out of her interior seeped into his cock and warmed him all the way to his tails. He felt the lead-heavy jism begin to quiver and chum in anticipation of spewing out into her eagerly awaiting cunt.
When he pulled back, it was like trying to get out of a glove. The soft folds of her quim gripped and held his cock. Wiggling his hips a little got him out without any problem.
He felt the sweat beginning to trickle down his body inside his heavy denim jacket. The droplets on his forehead gleamed wickedly in the light cast by the fire.
