the effect on him she wanted. His control wasn't all that good.
He came amid a gush of white syrup. She sucked down every drop of his cum and then went on to the next in line.
This time she almost puked her guts out when she saw the diseased cock shoved up to her face. Glancing up she saw Ivan. It figured. If she sucked on this cock, there was no telling what horrible disease she could get. She didn't know if she could get a close merely by giving head but she guessed she could.
That disgustingly leperous cock was mottled with something. She didn't care to go through the penicillin shots curing whatever it was he had to give her.
On sudden impulse, she thought she discovered a way around stuffing that filthy rod into her mouth. She dived underneath and took the hairy sac containing his balls into her mouth. With the cock resting on her cheek, she managed to tongue and lick the man's scrotum.
He moaned in what must have been enjoyment. And he knew better than to move. She could bite his balls off in one convulsive movement.
It was filthy work but she did it. If she went through all twelve of them, Big Ed said they'd let her go. No matter that she'd be naked and a runaway, she'd be free of them. And all for sucking off twelve of them and letting two others have her up the cunt and ass.
A lousy bargain but better than nothing at all.
She sucked harder.
Her tongue roved over the tight skin of the small sphere and felt the man's nuts inside. His jizz was beginning to come to a boil. His balls lurched and tumbled everytime she ran her rough, wet tongue over the delicate skin.
Sucking, licking, twisting her blonde head from side to side to let her lips drag sensuously over the man's balls was all it took to get him off. She felt a wet surge along her cheek. Then another and another. He jetted off into her hair.
But she didn't care. She hadn't had to take that horrid cock into her mouth. She wasn't sure she hadn't contracted some ghastly disease this way, but the odds were better in her favor.
The next man in line laughed. 'Hell, she's real cocksucker. And no dumbie, either. She knew better than to stuff Ivan's pecker into her mouth.'
'Yeah, that son of a bitch is downright gross. We oughta make him get the cure or he'll pass it along to all of us.'
'What the hell? She avoided it. And look at Ivan. The bastard's already asleep.'
She looked down and saw it was true. He was sound asleep on the ground. So much the better. She had totally eliminated one of the eleven and sucked off a couple others. That left nine.
Nine.
She shuddered thinking about the clap and other diseases these horny bastards might have picked up wantonly screwing any cunt that didn't move away fast enough.
'Come on, baby doll. I like the looks of that blonde hair. Even if Ivan did jack off his bloody cum into it.'
Her head was pulled into another smelly crotch. Sickened, she knew she had to continue. She had to keep going all night long if necessary until she had worn them all out.
Only once did the thought she might fail enter her head. Then she was too busy sucking and licking and giving head.
The next hour passed in a blur for the teenager. All she remembered was one cock after another, each being shoved into her mouth. She was face-fucked more times than she could remember. But in spite of it, she kept going, she had to exhaust these bikers so they would let her go.
Finally, the last one was asleep on the ground, snoring loudly. She'd swallowed enough of their cum to fill a tanker. And she was as tired as they were.
But a different emotion filled her, too. She was satisfied with a job well done. She was happy to have actually been able to give blow jobs to so many men and still be in control.
'Can I go now?' she asked, looking up at Big Ed. The man had been watching for some time with an amused look on his face.
'Not yet, baby doll, not yet. Our mamas are coming back around dawn. I can't just let you go without them seeing you.'
'Your mamas?'
'Yeah. Our chicks. Those bitches are absolutely insatiable when it comes to sex. You and them oughta get along just fine.'
'You're not letting me go? After you said I could if I sucked all them off?'
Big Ed just laughed, then turned his back on Karen and walked off.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was shortly before the greenish tinge signaling dawn's arrival when Karen awoke. She stirred painfully, her arms aching from being tied behind her back all night. The lovely dawn was lost on her. Its beauty was something she could have appreciated better somewhere else – miles and miles away.
There was a rattling noise of a jeep coming along the arroyo. She hoisted herself up enough to see the battered vehicle come to a screeching halt.
Dust flew everywhere and six women unloaded like rats leaving a sinking ship.
The analogy was good. The women were the dregs of humanity. And they fit the men drunkenly sleeping around the fire. Not a one of them looked like a person Karen wanted to cross. Any of them could have killed her without a second thought.
Big Ed swung up and rose gracefully to his feet. For a man well over six feet tall and weighing better than two-twenty, he carried himself very well. He could have been a dancer, Karen irrelevantly thought as she watched him cross to the jeep.
One of the women – a tall redhead – grabbed him around the neck and planted a juicy kiss on his lips. Big Ed didn't seem too enthused.
'What you get, Dottie? You didn't come back empty-handed?'
'Shit, no, Big Ed. You know me better'n that. Look at this.'
She pulled a canvas back and showed something to the man. He whistled in appreciation and said, 'I knew you were first-class. A real woman.'
'What do you think all of that's worth?'
'A yard, maybe two. Twenty CBs are worth something. Gotta see the fixer and find what he'll give for them. At least two hundred. Shit, he oughta make it three for all the business we're bringin' him.'
Karen realized then that Big Ed had sent the women out to strip cars. They'd worked all night stealing CB radios. This wasn't a very nice group of people she'd fallen in with.
More than ever, she wanted to leave. But hadn't Big Ed said she was going to be turned over to these women for a little fun? The thought was so perverted, Karen couldn't even begin to understand what was going to happen to her.
'Hey, who's the broad? That blonde bitch over there?' demanded Dottie.
'Knuckles found her spying on us. We, uh, we been having a little fun with her until y'all could get back.'
'Hey, girls, take a look at what we got!'
They huddled around Karen. This was worse than having the men look at her like she was a piece of beef. That she could understand. Sex was sex, no matter how crude or brutal. But these women were looking at her in the exact same way.
They wanted her sexually.
Karen suppressed a shudder. Holding back tears, she asked Big Ed, 'When you going to let me go like you promised? You're not going to lie to me, are you?'
Dottie slapped her across the mouth with the back of her hand. 'No one says my old man's a liar. Not some
