Where could this father and daughter go from here – what more could they do that they hadn't already done? They didn't really know. The four of them had continued their sex games even after Lillian and Kirk were married. Tonight, they had another party planned and the men were going to kick back and watch the girls fuck each other with dildos, after which all four would get it on together. The four were to meet at Alan's pad that night at eight-thirty, but Elizabeth didn't show up at the appointed time. A phone call to her apartment confirmed that she'd left a few minutes after eight. At ten-forty-five they called the police and reported her missing.
Across town at five after eight, Elizabeth was just pulling up to a stop sip, her body tingling with anticipation. She was looking forward to fucking her lovely girl friend with a dildo. The mere thought made her cunt wet. She shivered each time she pictured, in her mind's eye, Lillian on her hands and knees before her while she hammered the eight-inch dildo far up her horny cunt. She had no doubt whatsoever in her mind that she, herself, would come while she fucked Lillian because the mere thought was driving her half wild with desire.
She had just put her hand between her thighs to cup her crotch and found that her panties were soaked all the way through, when suddenly the right-hand door of her car was jerked open and two men in their late twenties leaped into the front seat. Her mouth flew open to scream when the one nearest her pressed the gleaming point of a long hunting knife against her stomach. The scream died on her trembling lips.
"I'll spill your fucking guts all over this car," he snarled in warning, "if you make one Goddamn mistake!" The knife blade bit her soft flesh and a tiny trickle of blood quickly soaked through the material of her short skirt.
Elizabeth gasped, fearing that this madman was going to kill her here and now. The cut didn't hurt as much as it stung – it frightened her more than anything. She was almost totally paralyzed with naked fear. She had read in the papers about such things happening, but, like most people, she had always told herself that it would never happen to her.
The other man, his face contorted with the fear he felt over the possibility that they might be caught and punished for kidnap – and kidnap in California carried the death sentence – leaned across his partner and hissed at the terrified girl: "Do exactly as you're told, bitch, and you might live through this!"
The knife point withdrew and Elizabeth breathed easier. "Ohmigod, pl-please don't hurt me," she begged, her eyes big as half-dollars and her face drained of color. "I'll do anything you tell me… only d-d-don't hurt me!"
"Drive, bitch!" the one with the knife ordered. "I'll tell you where to go from here. Turn right on Supulveda," he instructed and slipped his hand up her dress, his fingers snaking under the elastic hugging her thigh. He was surprised and pleased that his fingers went into her pussy so easily. He'd expected her cunt to be totally dry since she couldn't possibly be hot and had to be frightened half to death.
He smiled when his fingers sank to his palm in her slippery, wet cunt. "Sonofabitch, baby," he chuckled, pumping his fingers in and out of her hole, "how come your furburger's so fucking wet?"
The girl tried to answer; she opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. She was too frightened to say a word. She was doing well just to drive the car and obey his instructions when he ordered her to turn here and turn there.
George Bevins twisted his fingers around the crotch of her panties and tore them from Elizabeth's body in a single jerk. They were parked now just at the foothills of the mountain range between Bakersfield and Los Angeles. This wasn't the first girl George had raped. The number was almost up to a hundred.
Ronnie Gillette sniffed at the torn, discarded panties and liked the odor of her juices. This chick was going to taste delicious! He licked the crotch and was happy to discover that there was actually a sweet taste there, as if she had dipped her fingers in honey and then wiped them on the crotch of her panties.
"Here," he said, thrusting the crotch under George's nose so he, too, could get a sniff and taste if he wanted, "taste these, George. They're but of sight!"
"Fuck that," he laughed as they climbed from the car and headed for the little cabin nestled under an outcropping of rock at the base of a small hill. It was completely hidden from view. If one didn't know exactly where to look, it couldn't be seen. "What the fuck do I want with her fucking Goddamn drawers when I'll have my face buried in the real thing in a couple of minutes, dummy?"
In sudden, total panic that these two men might kill her when they were finished raping her, Elizabeth bolted, racing in raw terror back down the rutted road up which she had driven the car.
Laughing like a madman, George's short legs churned like pistons in swift pursuit. His hand shot out, trying to grab her long, flowing hair. Instead he caught her blouse and tore it from her body.
She was naked except for the skirt, because she never felt the need to wear a bra since her tits stood straight out from her chest like ripening pears. Another grab, and the skirt was fluttering to the sun-scorched ground.
Elizabeth's feet fairly flew across the rough ground. But she didn't have a chance. Ronnie had cut off her only chance at freedom by leaping in the car and speeding ahead of her. But it was an unnecessary move because George was having a ball chasing this naked nymph with the golden hair streaming out behind her. He could have captured her anytime he wanted. But since it was the first time he'd ever chased a naked girl across country, he let her remain a few yards ahead of him until he grew weary of the game. Then he reached out and caught a handful of her hair and jerked her off her feet into his arms. For a moment he considered the possibility of fucking her right there in the weeds, dirt and rocks. But it would have been a bit hard on his knees so he marched her back to the cabin and gave her a swift, but not hard kick in the ass for daring to run from him.
"What's your name?" he asked, still panting for breath after his run.
"E-Elizabeth," she stammered, watching Ronnie peel out of his clothes and grease his stiff cock with a substance from a jar. This could mean only one thing – he was going to fuck her in the ass. She wanted to protest that there was no way in the world that she could take his huge cock up her asshole, but she was too frightened to object. His dong looked like it had to be at least ten inches long and three and a half inches in diameter. It would surely tear her wide open when he tried to stuff it in her tiny asshole. Yet, there was nothing she could do but submit to whatever they had in mind for her.
"Well, Elizabeth," he went on, smiling when he saw the look on her face as she stared at Ronnie's long, hard dick sticking straight out from his groin, "we're going to fuck your Goddamn brains out, so you might as well get yourself used to the idea. There's nothing we're not going to do to you. You're not a virgin, are you?" Not that it mattered one Goddamn bit to him; he simply wanted to know. He'd never fucked a virgin before. George didn't think she was. Her cunt had been rather tight when he'd pushed his fingers into her hole, but he still didn't think she was a virgin.
"N-N-No," she stammered, watching Ronnie's approach, his cock gripped tightly in his fist and waving threateningly at her. He had a crooked grin on his handsome face, no longer scared as he was when they first put the snatch to the girl. There wasn't much chance that they would be caught now, not since they had the girl at their cabin. This was the first time he had gone with George when he went out to rip off a broad.
The prospect of taking pussy from a woman had always excited him, but he'd never dared rape one before this. And now one of his long-time fantasies was about to become a reality. Another thing he'd never done before was fuck a broad in the ass, and he sure as hell wasn't about to miss this golden opportunity! He could hardly wait to ram it deep up this young chick's bung.
There was little doubt, if any, in Elizabeth's mind that she could very quickly talk herself into an early grave if she weren't extremely careful with these two strange men, but she couldn't help but say, "Good God, mister, please don't fuck me in the ass with that thing!" She pointed at Ronnie's huge, swinging cock as he advanced on her threateningly, as if he were going to beat her with a club rather than fuck her.
That stopped him cold. "Hey, bitch," he said, examining his cock, then looking back at her, his brow wrinkled with his hurt feelings, "whaddya mean that 'thing'?" He twisted his cock in his hand and examined it carefully to see if there might be a scabby sore or something unpleasant on his dong.
Ronnie was quite proud of his giant prick; that is, he had been until this moment. Now he wasn't so sure. None of his women had ever complained about his hunk bf meat before. But then, that was only because since his advance into early adulthood, Ronnie had known nothing but one whore after another. And without fail, each of them had had a cunt like an open rain barrel; therefore, they had loved Ronnie's cock, because seldom did they find a cock that they could feel in them. But Ronnie's whang filled them, sometimes even to the point of hurting. "What's wrong with my dick?" he demanded.
"What's wrong with it?" she repeated. Was this dummy for real? she wondered. "Why, that's not a cock! That's a Goddamn redwood tree stump! There's no way in the world that will go in my ass!"
Now Ronnie understood what she was talking about, and his sensitive feelings were no longer hurt. In fact, he was rather flattered that she thought his cock belonged on a giant. He shook his rod at her and pushed her down on the bed, ginning from ear to ear. "You'll love it," he said confident that she actually would – for hadn't all the whores? "Once it's buried in your hot ass."
George had moved around to the other side of the bed and was getting out of his clothes. "Get on your hands and knees, baby," he ordered, "with your ass toward Ronnie. While he fucks you in the ass, you're going to suck my dick for me. Got that?"
Elizabeth nodded and obeyed, fearing not to. She felt a hand caressing her ass, then moving down the crack, over her bung to her cunt, where the fingers sank in deep. T-hey were surprisingly gentle fingers. She had naturally assumed that these men would care less about what she felt under these circumstances.
Elizabeth had become such a complete sexual person with her three dear friends that it was utterly impossible for her not to respond whenever anyone so much as brushed her cunt. A soft moan escaped her lips in spite of her fear. It felt so good to have those fingers slipping gently in and out of her oozing hole.
"You ever had it in the ass?" Ronnie asked, smearing her pussy juice around her puckered asshole.
"Yes," she answered, watching George climb onto the bed, his hard dick moving nearer and nearer her face. "But never with a cock as big as yours. That thing will tear my guts out, can't you understand that? You might be able to fuck a horse with that thing, but never a woman!"
His hand came down with a sharp splat on the cheek of her ass and she squalled and hunched forward. George's dickhead poked her in the right eye. "Ouch!" She was about to ask what had brought that on when he smacked her ass again.
"Look, bitch," Ronnie warned, stuffing three fingers up her quivering shitter, "it's a dick, not a 'thing'!" He jammed the three fingers in and out of her bung. "You got that straight now?" he growled, deliberately hurting her.
"Uugh! Ye-Yes!" The fingers were no longer gentle. Would she never learn to keep her fucking mouth shut? She warned herself to be extra careful from this point forward, because for all she knew these two men might be cold-blooded killers. But if she played her cards right, she might come out of this alive. If she didn't, there was no telling what might happen to her.
"Why don't you let me suck it?" she asked, glancing back over her shoulder at him just as his fingers were withdrawn from her asshole, "or fuck my pussy? There's no need for you to hurt me, is there? Please don't do this and I'll make this sex as good for both of you as I know how – I promise. And I always keep my pro… MISE!" she finished with a gulp as the head of his huge cock, started pressing against her tightly clamped brownie. She had known he was trying to make her asshole relax by finger-fucking it after his anger passed, and she had relaxed there for a moment. But the second his giant cock touched her bung, her entire body tightened like a bow string. That dong was going to completely ruin her, and she knew it!