One weekend, Sam Brodie invited Cassandra and I up to the lake near Peekskill, an hour out of New York, and near the Hudson River. After the turmoil of the city it was nice to see trees and green bushes, and watch the birds fly through the wide open spaces. But I'm a city girl and I love New York City, so I wasn't all that impressed with the lair our gorilla friend had purchased in the country. Sure, it was nice to get away for a few days, but who in their right mind would want to live with bugs and mosquitoes miles from the theatre and a good hamburger!
Anyway, the ride was nice, except that Sam was too quiet. He never did say much at the office, but on the way to Peekskill he hardly uttered a word. I got to thinking that he was silent only because he was trying to imagine new ways to fuck us two girls. Once in awhile he'd lick his chops, and grip the steering wheel with ferccity, while his sullen eyes stared at the road as he drove on.
"He ain't gonna beat us up or anything like that is he?" Cassandra whispered with a sort of fright as we sped upstate.
To tell the truth, I didn't know what the hell he had in mind, and I was wishing we hadn't come along. But a girl has to do something to keep from getting bored, and I was curious about Sam's serpentine cock, so I gulped hard and remembered that the other girls always survived the weekend with Sam. They all survived, with a sort of awestruck horror in their expression.
The lake was quite small – like it was man-made – but there were giant trees over the countryside and lots of other cabins at the place. I didn't feel so bad when I realized we wouldn't be isolated with this frightening man, and when I found out we could go swimming, it made me relax a little bit.
Cassandra and I swam all afternoon, and sunbathed, and flirted with the good-looking males at the resort development. The cabins were separated by wild bushes and lots of weeds, and some families had brought their kids along. That gave me another sense of security until I began to wonder if the stories at the office were all a bunch of baloney.
That was before it got dark.
Now a girl who's lived in the city most of her life is unaccustomed to silence. In town there's always some kind of sound. Cars. Buses. People. Horns. Sirens. While the country life forces a girl in on herself. When the darkness comes, there are no street lights, no neon flashers, and a mind can play tricks on the imagination when it's left to its own devices.
Cassandra felt it, too, and wondered if we would catch a bus back to town.
"I don't think they have any buses up here," I told her.
"Maybe we can walk back?"
"Not me! I ain't gonna walk out there in the darkness! Maybe a bear'll get us. Or something worse!"
I didn't mean to frighten her, but I was scared, too.
It's a funny thing how the human mind works. Here we were in the midst of a beautiful countryside, where rich people paid handsome prices to brag about a hunk of an acre, and we were already scared out of our wits. Sam Brodie hadn't done one thing to make us nervous this way, and it was just our imagination that was creeping up on us. Maybe those other girls at the office told tales about Sam just from the same reason, that they were afraid of the dark?
That's what I told Cassandra, and she hoped I knew what I was talking about, but we were wrong.
Sam made his move as soon as it was black outside. He came into the cabin and stared at us for a minute with those brutal eyes, then asked a simple question.
"Which one of you gets it first?"
It sounded like we were being led to the slaughter, and my curiosity about his serpentine cock vanished.
"You can have Cassandra first!" I almost squealed.
She looked at me with a helpless gaze, and she seemed to melt when Sam stared at her.
"Okay, honey, take 'em off."
Sam gestured at her clothes, and Cassandra started to tremble.
"I think I wanta go home," she whispered as she held an arm across her breast.
"Now don't get coy on me, you two." Sam's voice was strong and forceful. "We came up here to fuck and you both know it. Get them fuckin' clothes off!"
He made a move at Cassandra but she squealed and started to peel off her clothing. Sam wasn't talking directly at me, but I took the hint. I got naked before Cassandra did, and hoped Sam would get it over with before I died of fright.
"Hmmmmmmm! Not too bad!" Sam stroked his chin as he stared at Cassandra's naked body. "Your tits are a bit too big, and you've got too many hairs on your cunt, but I think you'll do."
He acted like he was selecting a steak for dinner and I felt goosebumps on my skin when he turned to me.
"Now that's a little better!" he nodded approval as he stared at my naked cunt. "I could shave those hairs and you'd look like a ten-year-old! You've got perfect tits too, Martha. How old did you say you are?"
"Cassandra's a better lay than me!" I blurted, wishing I was back on forty-second street.
"Fuck that shit. I'll decide who's the best." Sam walked over to a closet and opened the door. "One of you close those drapes on the window."
I went over and pulled them shut, happy to have something to take my mind off my fright for a moment. But when I turned back, I saw the reason for all those stories at the office.
Sam had a whole Goddam room full of sex gadgets. We stared with a sort of fascinated horror as he pulled the stuff out and spread it around the cabin. There were whips and vises, chains and locks, huge dildos and foam rubber cunts, and an assortment of knives and ice picks. I figured right then and there he meant to murder us, or chop us to pieces and gobble up our flesh. I felt so weak I was helpless, while Cassandra stared at the stuff in a sort of horrified fascination.
"Okay ladies, what's your pleasure?" Sam stared at us.
"Whatcha mean!" Cassandra looked like a bird ready to be devoured by a lion.
"Ah, c'mon now," Sam scoffed. "You girls know what the score is or you wouldn't be here. So how d'ya like your sex. A little whipping?" he grabbed a long-thonged whip and smashed it across a chair. Cassandra yelped like she was bit and I almost pissed right there in the middle of the room.
"Geez, Mr. Brodie, I wanta go home!" Cassandra blubbered.
"Fuck that shit!" he dropped the whip and picked up a massive plastic cock. "You two are gonna get fucked, so you might as well enjoy it. One of ya want me to shove this thing up your ass?"
I could feel my bumhole tighten against the threat while a crazy thing happened in my head. In spite of my fright I was gad to be here. This threat of violence echoed something in my own desires until I wondered what it would feel like to have a plastic cock stuck in my anus. Surely some of the other girls at the office had tried just about everything Sam had in his cabin, and I could imagine the screams of pain and tenor while he used their bodies to perform all sorts of crude sex experiments.
"Okay, Martha, let's start with you."
Sam picked up a long chain and came toward me. I figured he was gonna brain me with the thing but instead he told me to stick out my hands.
"Lemme chain you up," he said. "Then we can figure out just what turns you on."
Actually I was about to get turned off. Any moment I was going to pass out. But a strange thing happened. When Sam put those chains around me, it sent shivers of helpless sexual response all through my spine. I felt like the women of old must have felt when they were carried off by rampaging barbarians. And it made me feel more feminine, more conquered than I could imagine.
"You sure are a pretty one," Sam murmured as he stood there staring at my naked body. "I ain't seen tits like yours since I fucked them high school broads. You sure you ain't a virgin?"
I couldn't answer because he put his finger in the lips of my pussy.
I had a quick, violent, fingerfucking orgasm.
Short, instantaneous, like my guts fell out in a glorious spasm of desperate need.
It didn't satisfy me.
All it did was waken my desire for more passion, more response to this male touch.
But Sam was experienced. He knew when to quit so hi sex could last all night.
He left me there with cunt juice running down my legs while he went over tc Cassandra. She seemed rooted to the spot as he approached, and when he picked up that huge plastic dildo, she knew what he had in mind.
"We can't do it!" she squealed. "It's too big! I can't take that thing! Oh, my God, don't do it! Don't do it!"
Sam wasn't very tall, but he was strong. He picked up Cassandra and carried her to the middle of the floor, where he laid her on the rug. She was babbling as he forced her legs apart, and when he started to mess around with her cunt she groaned with sexual glory.
"That's a mighty putty cunt!" Sam groaned as be got close to the hair-covered slit. "All puffed up and ready for fucking."
He touched it and then spread the lips apart to see inside. He must have liked what he saw because he dropped the dildo and got right between her legs with his face. Next moment I heard him slurping at her pussy, licking it like a dog and sucking hard on it, while Cassandra laid there screaming with joy. She was fucking his face with such fury it almost knocked out his teeth, and when she wrapped her legs around his head I thought she was gonna smother him. I guess she would have, too, except like I said he had a lot of experience. Just when she was about to smother-fuck Sam, he took hold of that plastic dildo and rammed it into her asshole.
"Yeeeeeoooooowwwwww!" Cassandra screamed with agony and almost threw Sam across the room. He sat up with a crazy grin on his face and stared while Cassandra tried to pull that giant hunk of pecker out of her ass.
I got out of those chains then. I don't remember quite how I did it, but tenor can do a lot of things to anybody's strength. I'm not sure whether I was heading for the door or whether I was after that dildo for myself, but Sam helped me to decide. He got me real quick, and he smashed me down on the floor next to Cassandra.
"You fuckin' women make me sick!" he cursed as he started to take off his clothes. "You know fuckin' well what the score is and you try to pretend you don't. Well, I've had better than you two, and I'm gonna teach you a thing or two right now!"
Cassandra was crying with pain and I was shivering with fear as we watched that man undress. His body was hairy all over, from his ankles to his neck, and his thighs were big around as tree trunks. He had a terrible scar across his stomach, all livid and jagged, and his arms were thick as steel girders. But the worst part of all was his genitals. He stood above us naked while we stared at his cock and balls. The scrotum sagged like a potato sack, all folded dark flesh covered with curly black hairs, and his testicles were big as billiard balls. But his prick was unbelievable. Honest to God, I had never seen anything like it! Not very big around, yet it was long enough to fickle a girl's tonsils! From the crotch upward! That cock of his had to be fifteen inches long!
No woman could take a thing like that inside of her. Most guys with a big prick have about ten inches, big around, with a nice knob on the end.
While Sam had this slender monstrosity that would make a female horse puke if it was stuck in her cunt.
Sam stood over us and gave that cock a couple of jerks while he smiled down at us. But it wasn't really a smile. Sort of a leer, the firm knowledge that he was about to fuck us like nobody got fucked before.
But he could only do one of us. One at a time, that is.
So I was trying to figure out a way to get the hell out of that cabin. Sure I wanted a fuck like any normal girl, but nobody wants their guts tore out!
Cassandra was crying. Her poor little asshole was sore and she was crying.
That's why Sam got me.
I tried to fight him, but he was too strong. He held me as easily as a child holds a doll, while he got between my legs and aimed that serpentine prick at my crotch. I tried to tighten the muscles of my vagina so he couldn't get it in, but his cock was too slender to get a grip on. I could feel his pecker slipping deeper and deeper into my pussy and for the first eight inches it felt wonderful. But when he reached a depth that was still virgin territory, and then kept right on going in, I damn near died. He must have passed my cervix and gone right into my uterus, but I don't know for sure. I couldn't hear myself think from all the screaming I was doing. Maybe he screwed me for a minute, or for an hour, but I don't know. I was so far out of it I don't even know if I had an orgasm.
Sam didn't come. He knew just how far he could go, and then he pulled out of me. It felt like I just gave birth when he unrolled that monstrous tool from my guts and I laid there gasping while I heard Cassandra start to scream. He was fucking her now. I could hear the violent screams, and I could hear the animal sounds he made as he pumped that cock in and out of her violated body.
That's when I should have got away. I could have escaped into the black night, naked, but safe. Yet I was drawn to this grotesque hour of sexual fury. Almost against my will I sat up and watched the agony in Cassandra's face while that serpentine cock plunged into her cunt.
I watched Sam fuck that girl while she laid there screaming with agony. And in a way I guess we were luckier than most of the girls he brought up here. Because Sam got carried away and decided he was gonna jizz in Cassandra. If he held off I know he meant to use all those instruments on us before the night was over, but he passed the threshold of his own endurance.
"Oh, fuck, I'm gonna shoot my load!" he cursed as he yanked that long hard tube out of her cunt. "But I'm gonna get it all the way in before I do. Roll over, you!"
With one brutal movement, he rolled Cassandra over on her stomach and guided that fifteen-inch instrument of pain into her bum.
When Cassandra felt his long cock puncture her ass, she started to bawl like a cow stepping on its udder. She screamed and bellowed while Sam pushed that tube of meat into her asshole.
"Oooowwwweeee!" she bellowed. "Take it out! I can't take it! Aaauuugghhhh! I gotta shit! Oh, it feels like I gotta shit! Aaaauuggghhhh!"
Sam was jizzing in her now. I could see the bloated look on his face as he grunted and snorted, giving little jerks with his ass when the cum splurted out of his long cock. It was a funny-looking sight in a way, because it was more than Cassandra could take. When she felt that hot jizz wash deep inside her ass, she started to pee. Right there on the rug, she pissed all over the place while Sam took his last long strokes.
Finally Sam got quiet and laid still on top of her naked body, while Cassandra was all spread-eagled and making the most horrid noise I ever heard.