"I'm really bushed, Ross, really bushed."
"The hell you are! I was the one fucking under that little fox's black bush!"
Fred laughed harshly. "Yeah. I was fucking her tailpipe good for her. Damn but she's got a hot exhaust!"
"What's that? Did she fart on you?" Ross thought that was funny. Fred started to say something, thought better of it, and joined his partner in laughing at the joke, even if it had been at his expense. He didn't much like that, but Ross was the brains of the outfit. It was Ross who had planned on how to get them out of Q. It was Ross who'd done all the brain work getting them away from the cops. And it was Ross who was going to get them over the border into Canada before long.
Fred could afford to wait. After Ross'd gotten them over the border and got 'em set up in that little business he'd mentioned, then the loud mouth would be closed. Permanently.
Karen had stopped crying and was rubbing her ass and cunt. She glared at the men, her eyes pools of black hatred.
"What now, perverts?" she snarled.
"Perverts, she calls us? Hear that, Ross? Perverts!" Fred buttoned up his shirt as he said to Karen, "And who the hell was it that came out of the lake mother naked and flaunting her tits and cunt and just begging to be fucked? I say you got what you were after, baby doll, and not a single thing less!"
"Fred's right, you know. No chick swims up to two strange men naked as a jay bird and expects to just walk away without getting herself into all sorts of trouble."
Ross finished dressing. He looked down at Karen from his six-foot height, brushed back his flame-red hair and said, "Where's this cabin you been talking about? The one where your ma's hanging out?"
"Go to hell!" Karen snapped.
Ross landed a light kick on Karen's ribcage. "The next one'll bust a couple bones. You won't like that at all. Maybe I'll even let Fred work you over. Fred enjoys giving people all sorts of pain, don't you, Fred?"
Ross didn't even look to see the sandy-haired man briskly shaking his head "yes".
"See? Now tell me before we have to get rough. You're too good a fuck to be stupid. Unless you think with that tight little cunt of yours and I doubt that."
"It's over that way." Karen pointed across the lake. She hoped that these two men would go away. And another part of her brain wanted no such thing. True, they had brutalized her, raped her and humiliated her. But she'd asked for it. Ross had been right.
And she'd enjoyed it as well as hating it. The teenager was completely confused. How could she enjoy being raped? Why did she get off on the rough treatment they'd been giving her? It was just the opposite of what she usually dug. It was her fun-and-games trip to make the guy beg to fuck her.
Begging the guy to fuck her, beat her and fuck her, humiliate her before fucking her – these were new ideas Karen didn't understand at all.
"Oh shit. That's a good three miles walking around the lake. What the hell, let's get going. Come on, kid. Lead the way." Ross pulled Karen to her feet.
"You want me to walk through these woods naked? Without any clothes on at all?" She sounded surprised.
"Why not? We seen you naked already. And there ain't no one but the ground squirrels out there. Now get moving!"
The shove sent Karen reeling. She soon recovered and carefully picked her way through the pine forest. The nettles stuck in her feet, hurt terribly. But not as badly as her chafed and smarting ass. Fred had really done a number on her poor asshole. It burned like a napalm had been smeared all over it.
Soon, the Finney cabin came into view. It was a large A-frame that Ralph had built himself. It was the family pride and joy. Karen had to secretly admit she was happy to see it again. It was like an oasis in this desert she had found herself lost in.
Fred pulled out a small, ugly-looking pistol. He pulled back the hammer and said, "I'll go ahead and check."
Ross just nodded.
Karen begged Ross, "Stop him! Don't let him kill my mother!"
"He's not going to hurt her. And what's this big concern for her all of a sudden? You gave the impression that you didn't much like your old lady."
"I… I don't. I just don't want her hurt."
"What would you do to make sure she wasn't hurt?" Ross was fishing now, trying to find out what Karen would do and wouldn't do. When he found out what her limits were, he'd be sure to push her over the edge. The man seemed to realize how much had been destroyed inside the girl when he had ass-fucked her. A little bit of her spirit had died. He could see a slave forming every time he and Fred took advantage of her, raped her.
Soon, she'd be begging them to abuse her. Ross thought he'd like that. Until Karen started to bore him.
Fred waved from the front porch. Ross prodded Karen and said, "Move out. Fred's got everything under control by the looks of it. Probably already fucked your mother a couple times. Fred's a quick worker."
Ross smiled when he saw Karen cringe slightly at the thought of Fred fucking her mother. That would rank high on the list of things to be done once they'd settled down in the cabin.
They walked into the main room, the room that had once been cheery and brightly lit from the large fireplace on the back wall. Somehow, it was no longer the room that Karen remembered. Some vital spark had left when Fred and Ross had entered.
Miriam saw Karen and rushed to her, cradling her daughter in comforting arms. "Darling! What have these beasts done to you?"
"Lady, we done nothing to her that she didn't want done." Ross carefully, brutally explained everything in vivid detail.
"Pigs!" spat Miriam, then she launched herself at Fred with fingernails raking.
The man easily eluded her. He'd been brought up in the streets and knew every dirty fighting trick there was. A suburban broad with a nasty set of fingernails didn't bother him at all.
He grabbed the woman by the wrists and easily threw her to the floor. "Now that wasn't nice, no ma'am, not nice at all. Gimme the rope, Ross."
The redhead casually tossed his partner some coarse rope that had been used for tying up deer carcasses. Fred looped the rough strands around Miriam's wrists and pulled tight until she could barely move. Not content with merely tying her hands firmly behind her back, Fred tossed a loose end of the rope over a low-hanging beam and pulled.
He kept pulling no matter how much Miriam screamed. When she had to strain for the balls of her feet to barely touch the floor, he stopped. The end of the rope was double-looped and tied in a bow knot on a nearby post.
Ross explained, "It's a lot more painful this way, Karen. You see, your mother can barely touch the floor with her toes. But she can support some of her weight that way. In about ten minutes or so, her legs will start to feel like they're being pulled out of their sockets. And her shoulders, well, they support almost all of her weight, too, with her hands tied behind her like that. Fred's a real expert at this. Wouldn't guess he used to be a cop, would you?"
Karen watched in numb horror. She couldn't believe this was happening to her.
Miriam snarled between pain-numbed lips, "You're animals. Animals! You're not fit to live! As soon as my husband gets here…"
"… gets here in a week or maybe two, right?" Ross finished. "Don't try to con a couple of cons. We're experts at lying. But you really should be taught not to lie to us. Whatcha think should be done about that, Fred?"
The man's crotch bulged. He had been eyeing Miriam all the time he was tying her up and stringing her over the rafter like a side of beef. He was ready to fuck again. And Miriam wasn't a bad-looking broad. Not at all. Her tits were held by the cloth prison of her bra, but otherwise they didn't bobble around too much. Not all the usual middle-age sag he usually saw. And she had a nice ass. It was easy to see where Karen got her nice ass.
From nowhere, a switchblade appeared in Fred's hand. The dull "snick" as it opened seemed deafening to Karen and Miriam. Fred slowly went to the strung-up woman. "Lying is a serious offense in this court. You got to pay the price!"
He pushed the blade inside one of the woman's pantlegs. The sudden upward trip of the knife severed the cloth all the way to her waist. Miriam moaned even though Fred hadn't even nicked her. He repeated the action on her other leg. Her slacks fell away from her body like leaves fluttering down in the forest.
The man slowly worked with his knife, stripping away the blouse, bra and panties until Miriam hung naked before him. Not once had he so much as marked her with his blade.
Fred took a step back and studied the naked woman fully. Her tits did droop a bit, but what the hell? It was her cunt that caught and held his attention. The brown fleecy down of her snatch was thick and curly. He began to thrust his thick fingers up and down along the woman's pink-lipped cunt.
Miriam moaned and closed her eyes.
"Like that, honey?" Fred continued to massage and manipulate the sensitive cuntlips under his fingers. Unlike Karen, Miriam didn't start frothing and gushing forth a torrential outpouring of cunt juice. Miriam was scared to death of what Fred would do to her.
"Hey, she's not liking this at all!"
"Why don't you give her something she will like then, Freddie, me bucko?" Ross sat down and put his arm around Karen's trembling shoulders. The girl tried to pull away but Ross coldly told her, "Don't you try acting up, not after those fantastic fuckings you gave us this afternoon."
Karen tried to relax but couldn't. Not with the horrible sight in front of her.
Fred had unzipped his trousers to expose his fierce, reddish-purple cock. His tool bounced and bucked like a stallion. He moved closer to the bound Miriam and smiled.
"Ready for a little of the old in-out, in-out?" Miriam spit in his face.
Fred's reaction was instantaneous. He slapped her as hard as he could. The woman began to swing back and forth, almost knocked out from the force of the blow.
"You shouldn't do things like that, lady. They aren't acceptable in polite society." Fred reached out and grabbed a double handful of ass. He pulled toward him so that Miriam's feet left the floor entirely. That put all her weight on her shoulders. She groaned in pain but wouldn't give Fred the satisfaction of hearing her beg.
The man pulled her to him. Using his hands, he spread her legs so that the milky-white pillars went on either side of his body. He positioned himself carefully. His prick jumped about underneath Karen's mother, looking for a hole to be crammed into.
When Fred saw the gaping cunt, he surged upward. His aim was right on target.
"Ohhhh! Ooooohh!" was all Miriam could mutter, feeling the huge cock smash into her dry cunt.
Fred grunted but he began to fuck the suspended woman. He firmly held her ass in his hands. Moving the ass-flesh up and down swiftly, Fred was able to fuck himself in and out of Miriam's cunt with little effort.
The woman felt excruciating pain in her shoulders. Her arms had long since gone numb from lack of circulation. Her hands had begun to swell and turn blue from the blood being cut off. But her cunt, her precious cunt never fucked by anyone but her husband – there was the real agony and shame.
Miriam clamped her eyes tightly shut and tried not to think of what was happening to her. She was being raped in the most painful manner she could imagine. She was being tortured while a brute of a man shoved his hideously thick dick in and out of her pussy. But she'd show him. Her cunt would stay as dry as the Sahara Desert.
Fred didn't much care. The lack of lubrication made the friction on his prick even more intense. The foreskin of his dick peeled back with each thrust up the dry cunt. It made him think that someone was sticking thousands of tiny little needles into his cockhead.
He bounced the tied and helpless woman up and down. The feel of her ass-flesh in his hands was an inducement to carry on. Seeing the strained, tormented look on her face spurred him on, too. But it was the tightness around his cock that kept the convict going.
"Liking this, honey?" Fred sneered. He knew that the woman was hating him with a depth and passion he could barely understand. That added spice to this rape.
Fred carefully corkscrewed his cock into Miriam's cunt again and again. It was feeling more and more oily with each thrust. He was sure she wasn't getting turned on; it might be torn tissues and a bit of blood helping him along.
He yanked his prick out for a moment and checked. A bright-red spot of blood had appeared on the very tip of his cock. He'd torn some of the woman's inner membrane.
Fred laughed. "Looks like you're gonna oil me whether you like it or not, honey!"
He stuffed his cock into her cunt again, smashing himself balls-deep. He began fucking her with all the pent-up feelings that had lain hidden in his mind for three solid years. He took out his frustrations on Miriam because she was convenient and couldn't protest. Fred began to speed up the tempo of his fucking when he felt his balls begin to burn and hurt.
The aching deep down in his groin increased until the man couldn't stand it any longer. His foreskin had been shoved back to expose the sensitive tissue just under the protective layer. The purple flesh was feeling the ripply cunt walls, telling him every time Miriam twitched.
He rammed his cock hilt-deep in her cunt again. And again. This time the heat along his shaft was more than hot, it was like someone was running a blow torch up and down his cock. The heat spread back down his length until it reached his balls.
The pressure cooker dangling under his long prick began to build up steam. The jism trapped there began to boil with lust. The wild roiling of the creamy cum shook and tumbled his balls wildly. He started fucking Miriam with complete abandon.
Fred's balls erupted with the force of a volcano. His white-hot jism fountained out into the unwilling woman's cunt. He kept on with his fucking until he couldn't keep it up any longer.
He pulled free to watch his cock tumble out of the woman's cunt. His jism dribbled down her legs in twin rivers. Contemptuously, Fred shoved against Miriam's tits and set her swinging back and forth.
"You're not much of a swinger, are you? Nothing at all like your kid."