"Ross, please, you're not going to let him do that to my mother, are you?" Karen pleaded.
The man looked at her strangely. His green eyes seemed alien, not quite human. He had enjoyed watching Fred rape Karen's mother.
"What do you mean 'let him do that'? Do what? He was just having a little fun. And since we're going to be staying here for a few days, you'd better get used to the idea."
"But… but… that's inhuman what he did to my mother!" cried Karen, beginning to feel scared again.
"It's not inhuman. Fred's as human as anyone else. So whatever he does is perfectly human. Right, Fred?"
"If you say so, Ross." Fred was busy hunting around in the liquor cabinet for something to drink. Finding a bottle he held it up. "Hey, Ross, here's some of that fancy stuff you like. Maker's Mark!"
"Pour me some of it. I think I'm going to have to show Miss Goody Two Shoes here some manners. If we're going to live together as one big happy family, she's not going to mouth off like that. Not in front of me."
Ross reached behind him and took another length of the coarse rope that had been used to string up Karen's mother. When Karen edged away from him, the man used the length of rope like a whip. The snap of the rope as it landed squarely across the naked girl's stomach could be heard all over the room.
Fred was too busy digging around looking for some gin to notice. Miriam cried out, "For God's sake, if you're going to torture someone, torture me and leave my daughter alone!"
"Bullshit!" snapped Ross. "She's the one that started all this, her swimming around naked in the lake and seducing Fred and me while we were sitting on the shore minding our own business. We didn't ask for a naked teenybopper to come up to us and beg for a towel, then do the old burlesque queen bump-and-grind routine while we watched. Hell, lady, this little bitch of yours started it!"
Ross used the rope like a bullwhip and curled it around Karen's arm. He pulled her to him as easily as reeling in a fish on a line. With a couple quick loops and well-done knot, he had the girl's hands tied behind her back.
"Please don't hurt me, Ross, please!" Karen begged.
"Well, now, I might just forget to do anything really rough to you if you show me you can cooperate. You know what I mean?"
"N-no, no I don't. Tell me." The girl was certain she didn't want to hear, but she'd do anything to keep from being beaten with that cruel length of rope.
"Okay, kid. See this big bulge in my jeans? That means I got a hard-on just wanting to get out. And after it gets out, it don't feel too good out in the cold. It likes wet and warm places. Like your mouth. Sucking on it. Dig?"
Karen shook her head, raven tresses cascading around her forehead. She knew that Ross wanted her to suck his cock. She'd done it before to other guys. It wasn't that bad. And it would keep her from getting beaten with that rope.
"I… I can't get your zipper open with my hands tied behind my back," Karen told the man. "Don't make her do it, you brute!" screamed Miriam.
Ross turned and coldly told her, "One more word out of you, old lady, and I either gag you or cut your tongue out. Take your pick. Or you can just watch the show and not say a Goddamn word." Turning back to Karen, who was on her knees in front of him, Ross told her, "Use your teeth to pull the zipper down. I'll help you."
He lashed out with a short piece of the rope. It landed a stinging blow on Karen's back. As the welt slowly rose on her smooth, silky-skinned back, the girl began to edge forward. She rested her forehead on Ross' belt buckle. It cut into her head but she didn't care. All she wanted to do was keep him from using that lash on her back again.
The man landed a sharp blow to the girl's ass. A fiery stripe appeared as Karen stuck out her tongue to lift the zipper from its lock position. She wiggled closer and pursed her lips. She managed to suck the tiny metal strip into her mouth and grasp it between her teeth.
A nod of her head and the zipper began traveling down its track. When she'd gotten it halfway down, Ross' cock began to help her in the task. The massive pillar of cock pushed out and down with enough force to keep the zipper running with very little effort on her part.
Karen gasped at the nearness of the cock. It was bigger than she had remembered. It was touching her cheek but she could see the many veins and arteries inside the cylinder of lust. The big blue vein on top stuck up and seemed to pulse every time the cock jumped a little. She knew it was from Ross' heartbeat.
When his heart started pounding faster and faster, his cock would begin to dance around like crazy. The prick resting on her face now shook just a little, radiated only a small amount of heat to her face.
"So start sucking, kiddo, start giving me a blow job!" he commanded, his voice harsh.
Karen resigned herself to the task. It wouldn't be too bad. She'd sucked off guys before. She kept telling herself this wouldn't be any different as long as he didn't beat her with the rope.
The teenager took the shivering piston of cock into her mouth. Her tongue hesitantly reached out and touched the very tip of Ross' glans. The convict gasped but said nothing. He didn't bother to beat her, though he did grab a double handful of hair and pulled her face toward his crotch with irresistible force.
Karen began taking in the man's entire cock. The glans smacked against the top of her mouth. She swallowed quickly before the main shaft entered. When the whole seven inches of cock crammed into her oral cavern, she had to work to keep from gagging.
It was hard work keeping her tongue caressing the long shaft of cock and not choking to death at the same time!
But Karen succeeded. And she surprised herself. The taste of Ross' cock wasn't all that bad. Sort of like a meaty popsicle, but more erotic, more exciting.
She shoved her tongue against the very tip of his cock-hard. It made Ross pull back slightly. This gave Karen room to run her tongue completely around his cockhead. As she spiraled around and around the broad cockhead in her mouth, she felt the sensitive flesh expanding.
When she lightly bit down on the main portion of his cock, Ross almost lost his wad. The girl was giving him a really good blow job. And she hadn't even started to suck yet!
Karen quickly changed that. She pushed Ross' dick out of her mouth until her pearly-white teeth rested just behind the crown. Holding his cock trapped, she closed her lips and formed a vacuum seal. Then she sucked.
She sucked hard and long until Ross was sure she'd pull all his guts out of his belly through the tiny pin-prick hole at the end of his cock. Her tongue never stopped the entire time she was sucking like a berserk vacuum cleaner. It raced around the delicate tip of the man's cock and stimulated him in ways Ross hadn't thought possible.
The teenager tried to wiggle the dextrous tip of her pink tongue into the small opening at the end of the cock shoved in her mouth. She knew she'd never be able to work her way all the way down to Ross' balls, but she didn't care.
It was so much fun just trying!
She almost drove Ross wild with desire. The sensations had built up in his body and were working on his hairy little sac dangling under his long prick. Like a small boiler, he was building up a head of steam. And there was only one safety valve – the tiny hole at the end of his cock.
And there was only one way that head of steam could be released before it ruptured his balls. By Karen giving superb head.
She did her best. The man began to pull her head toward him with greater and greater insistence. He had to have his entire prick shoved into her mouth. Karen was enjoying the taste of only the very end of the man's whanger, but she decided to go along with him. If he wanted to face-fuck her, he could go right ahead.
As long as he didn't beat her with the whip. The excruciating pain was too much for her to handle. "Go on, kiddo, take all of me into your mouth! All of me, ohhh, shit, that's niiice! Damn niiice!" Karen pursed her lips into an "O" and let all of Ross' cock slip into her mouth. Her tongue worked over every single section of skin as it raced past her teeth. When she had taken his entire length again, she felt her nose in the curly red mat of his pubic hair. On impulse, Karen started wiggling her nose and working it up and down.
Her chin was just able to rub against the sac containing the man's balls. These two actions, with the intense vacuum Karen was applying to his cock, made Ross certain he was going to lose his load at any instant.
He pulled back just as Karen's tongue whipped across the tip of his cock. She'd found the tiny, crystal-clear droplet of pre-seminal fluid. His torrents of succulent cum were only seconds behind.
With fierce passion, Ross gripped Karen's lustrous hair and fucked her face hard and deep as his balls exploded. He shot out gallon after gallon of jism into her mouth.
Karen was hard pressed to keep from gagging. The first blast had hit and gone straight down her throat. The second wave wasn't quite as powerful. She was able to taste a little of the salty tang of the man's cum. The third shot coated her tongue. The girl was able to fully sample the succulence of Ross' jism.
She liked it.
She liked it so much she kept on sucking, trying to milk the man dry. The teenager managed to keep pulling on his cock until the man wasn't able to keep it up any longer. The once-mighty hard-on died and his prick became a sleeping snake, drained of its white, tasty load.
Ross muttered, "You're good, kid, real good. I guess I'll keep you around for a while."
Karen looked up after licking her lips. "Does that mean you'll let me loose?"
"Hell no, you little fool." Ross looked disgusted.
"Why, you bastard!" Karen shouted. "You filthy bastard! You let me think that if I sucked you off, you'd let me go!"
"The hell I did. Now shut your trap."
"You foul, stinking, slimy maggot! You!" Karen's cursing was cut off by a swift slap across her face.
"Foul? Stinking? Slimy? I'll show you who's foul and stinking and smelly!" Ross unlimbered his limp cock and aimed it at Karen. She recoiled in horror but could not avoid the golden stream of piss that showered down on her.
She huddled on the floor, trying to avoid getting the smelly piss in her eyes. She could feel the warm fluid trickling down her hair, across her back, trickling down her cheeks. She began to cry.
The clear salty tears mixed with the yellow of Ross' piss on her face.
The girl had never been more humiliated or degraded in her life.
And she hated Ross for it. But there was more, something more she couldn't even begin to understand.