Ross finished, licking his lips in obvious gusto. He straightened and looked over at the obviously exhausted Fred. "What's the matter, old man? Tired already? You oughta be good for a couple more fuckings at least!"
Fred replied, "I'm out of practice, that's all. And I'm hungry enough to eat a horse. That food we had earlier just didn't stick with me. I guess I need something a lot more substantial than those scrawny sandwiches."
Karen looked up from the floor. She moaned once then opened her eyes. She wasn't feeling all that great. Her ass still burned like it was on fire, her head hurt and the banana was still shoved all the way up her asshole.
She wasn't in very good shape.
Still, though, she volunteered to fix the men some food. "I'm not that good a cook, but I'll bet I'm better than either of you."
Miriam only snorted. She wasn't going to say a word about collaboration with the enemy.
Ross considered Karen's offer. After a long pause, he told her, "I think we could do with some grub that wasn't done up by us. As long as you don't try to poison us, fine."
"Oh, I won't, I promise!" Karen said brightly. It was obvious she meant it.
Ross went to her and untied the ropes binding her hands so tightly behind her back. He watched her rub the circulation back into her tortured wrists, then painfully yanked the banana from her asshole.
The girl slowly stood and awkwardly walked over to the small stove. Her ass hurt her the most now. The movement was pure torture because she couldn't swing her ass to and fro like she usually did.
But then, this audience didn't need any enticing. The two were already hot and willing to fuck her until she begged for mercy. Somehow, that was precisely what Karen wanted – needed. She didn't understand it at all. Perhaps they were right. Maybe she was a nymphomaniac.
If she was, the girl didn't care. All she truly cared about was getting fucked again and again. If that made her a nympho, fine!
"How about some scrambled eggs and bacon?"
Fred growled, "Hell, I want supper, not breakfast."
"It'll be just fine, kid, just fine," said Ross. He didn't much care what she fixed. He just enjoyed watching the way she moved, the naked gleam of her body. The chick was young enough to have a certain freshness about her that appealed to him. But there was no denying that she could fuck.
She could fuck like a rabbit, the man thought to himself as he remembered the bouts out in the forest as well as the ones in the cabin. She'd taken all the two of them could dish out and still begged for more.
His eyes drank in her lithe, youthful beauty. Her ass looked like she had smallpox. The salt was still doing its work on her creamy-white skin. The sullen red spots made her appear like she'd been blasted with a shotgun.
In its own way, that made her small, round ass even more attractive. Ross really dug asses, anyway. And this was one out of the ordinary in its perfection. But her legs were good, too. Very good. Slender, trim and enough to make the man hard just watching them flash back and forth as Karen walked across the room.
Her tits were bruised from the violent manhandling they'd been given on various occasions, but they were still high and firm. The youthful tips pointed boldly upward. Ross licked his lips in appreciation, thinking how fine it would be to pop those nipples into his mouth and suck.
The taste would be tangy, just a little salty from the girl's sweat. He could feel the pebble of flesh growing hard under his tongue's caresses, the slowly expanding boob growing firm with the blood flowing in from her pounding, excited heart. When Karen noisily dropped a skillet, he came out of his reverie. It would be neat to fuck the girl again but he had Fred to worry about. He still didn't trust the man entirely. Fred was like an open book to Ross. Everything the man thought was flashed across his face; he'd be a lousy poker player.
The teenager fascinated the man. Ross wasn't going to take Fred's plaything away from him. There was too much at stake. He didn't want to spend the rest of his life in the slammer for a lousy embezzling job. The damned bank wouldn't have missed the money anyway. The sons of bitches got it foreclosing on people who couldn't come through with enough money to keep the vultures happy.
Ross couldn't really see that stealing like that was a crime. Certainly not like going out and killing someone. That should have been a gas-chamber offense. He'd seen too damn many of the murderers boasting about how they could waste somebody and get away with it.
Ross shook his head again. He was drifting. He started thinking pleasant thoughts about Karen. Miriam he didn't even give a second glance. The old bitch wasn't that bad-looking, true, and she'd probably be an okay fuck. Getting her going wouldn't be that easy. Raping her wouldn't be very much fun, either. Fred might get his rocks off doing it, but not Ross.
Karen was more his speed. She was young and flushed with the saucy impudence of youth. The fire and eagerness when she fucked were the things that attracted him the most.
But for the moment, he'd let Fred fool around with her.
Fred was obviously thinking about just that. His cock was rising up out of his jeans. It was incredible how quickly the man could regain his hard-on. But there was no denying he had a hell of a lot of inspiration and motivation to get it up again.
Karen's ass seemed to reach out and pull his cock to it.
While the girl was turning on burners, Fred approached, his hard cock sticking out in front of him. She didn't seem to notice because she was so busy breaking eggs and dumping them into the skillet.
When Fred moved closer and put both of his hands on her boobs, Karen couldn't help but notice. Ross watched Fred's knuckles turn white as he started to squeeze down – hard – on the girl's tits.
Karen felt the hard hands on her jugs and knew it was going to start again. That wet feeling was building up in her crotch. She felt the old, familiar emptiness in her gut again. She knew that she'd soon be begging Fred to fuck her.
What really bugged her was that she didn't really like Fred at all. She was almost fatally attracted to Ross. He was so aloof and distant, yet he had a flair about him that made him desirable. He wasn't as crude as Fred.
Ironically, it was that very crudeness that appealed the most to her about Fred. She needed the brutality he had to offer. She'd been humiliated when he rammed that hideous banana up her ass. She couldn't imagine a more degrading thing to do.
And then he'd fucked her. And she'd enjoyed every second of it. The pain had vanished in a haze of pleasure. The two, pleasure and pain, began to flow together. She could no longer tell which was which. She was truly becoming a masochist.
The girl thought that it was because it gave her something to compare. The pain was terrible. The fucking was great.
Because the pain was so bad, it made the fucking all the more enjoyable. That was the only thing she could come up with to rationalize her liking the degradation Fred heaped so willingly on her.
"What's the matter, baby doll? You're not fixing the eggs any more? Want something else?"
"Y-Yes!"
The girl didn't have to tell Fred what she wanted. He'd lowered his hips slightly and thrust his prick up between her legs. The man could feel the flow of her cunt juices with no trouble at all. He started to run his dick back and forth along the humid crease of her ass. It pulled the asscheeks apart slightly.
That tiny motion brought tears to Karen's black eyes. The salt still burned all the way into her guts. When Fred began to bounce up and down and rub the front of his denim jeans against her naked ass, Karen couldn't hold back the tears any longer.
"Tears for old Fred, huh? You don't think I'm good enough for you or something?" The man's hands had never left their stations on her tits. Like crushing a beer can, Fred clamped down on her knockers with punishing force.
"No, Fred, no! It… it's not like that. Honest!" the girl begged. Her pleas just egged the man on. He enjoyed hearing her debase herself, make a fool of herself because of him.
"Sure it is. You're lying through your teeth, baby doll. Old Fred's going to make you wish you hadn't done it."
His hands released Karen's tits. Like compressed balls, they sprang back to full size. Handprints could be seen on both the smooth globes of flesh. Her once perfect white skin had become marred by the red outlines of Fred's fingers.
One of the convict's hands snaked under each of the captive girl's armpits and he held her in a full-nelson. With his palms resting on the back of her head, he could force her face forward with little effort. When Karen's shoulders were held back in this way, her boobs stuck out wantonly in front of her.
The apple-sized balls of tit-flesh seemed to grow in size. They were still firm and taut, their ruddy areoles surrounding the red nipples, but they seemed more seductive. Fred couldn't say why, they just did.
To Karen, it felt like she was going to have her neck broken. The cramped position forced her face down into the redly glowing elements on top of the stove. She saw in a moment of panic what Fred intended doing to her.
He gradually forced her forward into the red-hot burners.
Karen shrieked, "No! NO! Please! Stop, Fred, stop! Oh Christ ,no!"
Fred snickered. He didn't want to damage Karen's face on the burners. He lifted her just a trifle so that her boobs descended on the burners. When the nipples of Karen's jugs almost touched the red-hot metal, Fred jammed his hips forward.
His cock penetrated the bent-over girl easily. Karen gasped. The sudden intrusion of Fred's prick up her cunt couldn't take away from the heat radiating upward from the burners. Her sensitive nipples, nipples meant to be sucked and taken into mouths, were going to get burned off. She didn't know how far the crazed man would go. And she didn't really want to find out.
When his prick sailed up her cunt, she caught on to what he was doing. He was going to force her to burn herself. Each thrust up her twat would bend her over just a little bit. As he picked up the tempo, Karen would naturally bend at the hips.
And that would put her knockers square on top of the red-hot burners. With the full-nelson he had on her, she'd be unable to support herself on the table top with her hands. She was caught up in a horrible dilemma.
She began sobbing again. One tear dropped from her cheek and sizzled on the burner. Karen knew then that she was in real trouble.
She enjoyed the feel of Fred's cock as he pushed in and pulled out of her. That was great. But trying to keep from shoving her ass back to take him even deeper up her cunt was a temptation she'd have to overcome. That it was a natural, normal reaction made it all the harder for her to control.
Fred's dick quivered with lust inside her cunt. He couldn't get a complete penetration, but he came close. Karen felt the sudden rush of his cock, the flare of friction on her rippled cunt walls, then the slow, inexorable withdrawal as he pulled out. The man was teasing her with his prick. He was trying to get her to bend forward to take his cock fully up her cunt.
And if Karen ever did that, she'd burn her boobs off.
Fred had a very sadistic turn to his thinking.
In spite of her predicament, Karen tried to get as much pleasure out of it as possible. She didn't enjoy the nearness of the hot burners but the searing hot cock Fred was fucking her with filled her with a vastly different kind of heat.
It was carnal, erotic heat. The heat from friction of a cock against a cunt. She clamped down with her stomach muscles to trap Fred's prick. She knew the instant she had succeeded because of the way his cock bounced and jerked and danced around. He was really hot for her. That was apparent.
The cockhead expanded while trapped inside her cunt. Karen could feel Fred's heart beating by the pulse-pulse-pulse of his cock. The skin had pulled back from his glans. The foreskin had bunched up to form a little roll that excited her. It spread her tight, clutching cunt the barest fraction of an inch.
That fraction of an inch felt like miles. When Fred began rolling his hips, Karen felt her innards being stirred around. There wasn't the slightest bit of pain. If he'd tried taking her up the ass, he could have killed her. Not this way, not up the cunt. She was ready for this type of fucking, any time and anywhere.
Even over a hot stove. Karen leaned dangerously close to the burners trying to get an extra inch of Fred up her cunt. The blood-engorged nipples lightly brushed against the heating element and she screamed, "Ooww! That hurrrrts!"
"Tough shit, baby doll. I just hope you ain't talking about this!"
Fred shoved his cock a fraction of a millimeter further up her cunt. Karen began wiggling her ass. It was painful rubbing her salt-blasted ass against the rough denim of the man's jeans, but it was so niiice inside!
She could feel the warmth spreading through her belly like a soft flood of water engulfing her body. It spread rapidly. Up and down her spine ran tingles of sexual adventure. It smashed into her brain and made her head spin.
For a brief instant, the teenager thought she was caught up in an erotic whirlpool. She was spun around and around, losing all sense of balance. That momentary lapse caused her a nasty burn on the left boob. She had leaned forward just enough to place her tit on a burner.
A tiny shorl of smoke rose, and the smell of burned flesh assaulted her nostrils. Whatever joy she'd been getting out of Fred's cock inside her was suddenly erased by the sharp, knifing pain that lanced into her chest. The burn wasn't deep or serious, just enough to make her more careful as Fred fucked on.
"What's it like, fucking over a stove, little housewife? Dig it?" Fred was getting off on this. His cock felt like it had been shoved into a velvet-lined vise. The girl's stomach muscles clutched so feverishly at his buried cock he had to struggle to keep from blasting out his wad.
The man didn't want to do that. Not yet. He was saving up. Karen might actually lean forward enough to get a real singe. Then, when her cunt smashed down with the massive pain to her body, he'd come.
Fred twitched his hips a little, knowing that the pain he was causing the girl's sore asscheeks had to be distracting her. It didn't matter to him if she concentrated on giving him a good fucking or not. He'd make his own rules this time.
He continued a slow, rhythmic fucking from behind until he couldn't stand the pressure in his balls any longer. He felt like he'd put his nuts on the stove. The searing inside his sac robbed him of any control he had.
Fred started a wild, mindless fucking. His hands never left their spot behind Karen's raven-haired head, but he did allow her to turn just a bit. She couldn't burn herself too badly now if she did happen to fall forward. But Karen's mind was blanked out with lust now.
Her passions had been mounting as fast as Fred's. The man's cruel treatment only seemed to make this more interesting. The pain robbed her of some enjoyment, but mostly it gave her even bigger rewards. She could compare the feel of Fred's cock reaming her out and the torture he inflicted on her.
The piston of pleasure smashing into her cunt was thousands of times better now! Earlier fucking had been weak and lifeless compared to this. She was truly alive. Every nerve in her body seemed to yell with delights unknown to her before. The girl had an orgasm that blew the top off her head.
When she came, her cunt collapsed around Fred's cock. He had been planning on her pussy trapping him out of pain rather than sexual release, but the result was the same. His prick was gripped by a giant, juicy fist that milked him of every drop of his cum.
He fountained out his creamy load until he couldn't imagine any more in his body.
Then Karen's cunt smashed down on his dick again and he shot out another long, stringy gob of jism. The man released his death grip on the trim teenager and almost fell backward.
His cock was limp, drained and flaccid. Fred gasped from the exertion of the lovemaking. He hadn't felt so completely satiated in more years than he could remember.
"Sister, you are something else!" he exclaimed. Karen leaned forward and panted. Sweat dribbled off her chin, ran down her body until it came to the downspouts of her boobs. The salty sweat stung the burned tit, but she didn't notice. She was too busy enjoying the last bits of the orgasm that seemed to sweetly linger in her body. That had been a fucking she wouldn't soon forget!