"No! No! Auuugggh!" the lovely blonde teenager cried as the stranger thrust his cock up her ass.
A heavy rope cut at Betsy Mason's wrists as she struggled desperately to get free. The fragrant carpet of pine needles beneath her dug into her ass like a bed of nails. She kicked with long bare legs, but the bearded man between her thighs just grinned.
The head of his big prick was socketed into the blonde girl's butthole. She felt his heartbeat throbbing in his cock. The unnatural stretching of her shithole made her ass pulse with pain.
"Owwwwwww! Get it out!" She tossed her head wildly from side to side. Her boobs, surprisingly full and ripe for such a young girl's rose and fell heavily inside her checkered flannel shirt. She pulled with her arms. The knot held, and all she accomplished was to scrape some skin off the backs of her hands on the rough bark of the Ponderosa pine to which she was tied.
The bearded man threw back his head and sighed. The girl's ass was gyrating madly around his prick. The sensations that flowed from his trapped cockhead were incredible.
His partner leaned against a nearby tree. The front of his jeans was tented by the bulge of his cock. "Don't hog her, Jake," he said. "Fun's fun. I want a turn, too."
Jake looked up at him. Sweat stood out on his forehead, in spite of the coolness of the spring day. "Don't bitch, Bob. You've got one of your own." He jerked his head at another tree.
A beautiful brown-haired girl stood bound to it by the arms. Her shirt, plaid flannel like the blonde's, had been torn open. Her big tits hung free, bobbling slightly as the girl breathed hard. Her right tit showed the pink imprint of a palm, a blazing contrast to the succulent pale flesh of her jug.
She glared from one man to the other. "Leave Betsy alone, damn you," she said in a low, dangerous voice. "You can do anything you want to me, but if you hurt my baby sister, I'll…"
The black-bearded Jake laughed as her words trailed off. "You'll do what, bitch?" He shook his head. "Naw, I've never butt fucked stuff this young before. Besides, she ripped my cheek up pretty good. How's your tit feeling, sweetheart? Paid you back pretty well for that one, huh."
The older girl bit her lip.
Jake reached down and took hold of the stalk of his rigid prick. He stirred the cockhead around slowly in young Betsy's asshole, savoring the way her body tensed at the pain, at the electric thrill of agony that ran through her delectable half-naked body. He put his palms on her outspread thighs. Her skin was soft and warm. Her pussy gaped up at him, virginal, pink, blonde-furred. Just looking at the girl, tied up and helpless like that, made him so horny he felt faint.
Slowly he began to drive his cock up his captive's shithole.
Betsy's back arched. A wailing cry escaped her lips as the bone-dry prick began rasping its way up her delicate asshole. She heard her own howl of agony echoed by her sister, and then a roaring in her ears drowned out all sound.
How had it all happened? The day had begun so harmlessly, so normally. The spring calving was past, which meant that the Mason family could relay for a few days from the constant labor necessary when the cows were giving birth. It was especially hard for a family without a father. But everybody pitched in with the ease and experience of years and ranch life – Betsy and her brother and sister, Colleen – Coe for short – and Jack, who were twins, helping their mother with the arduous chores of springtime. They had all earned a little rest.
The Mason ranch was high in the mountains, nestled in a valley flanked by ridges and low peaks. The Mason kids loved to roam the pine forests, watching the squirrels playing in the trees. The girls, especially, spent hours hiking or riding horses along calm shaded trails in the surrounding hills.
Though she had a normal teenaged girl's adoration for horses, Betsy had been out hiking rather than riding that morning when she'd heard a scream. It rose wordlessly from a clearing Betsy knew was just ahead, concealed by a stand of scrub oaks. A moment later her sister's horse, Brandy, came boiling out of the scrub, saddle empty and reins dragging.
God, he's thrown her! Betsy thought. She ran forward blindly.
She blundered through the oaks and into a clearing the scraggly trees had screened from her. She saw a sight that froze her in her tracks, her blood turning to ice in her veins. Two roughly dressed men were just hauling her sister up of the ground, tearing open the front of her shirt. Even as Betsy watched, her sister's luscious boobs popped free.
A little wiry man with a black beard laughed and squeezed one mighty handful of tit. Colleen shouted angrily and raked him across the face with her nails, which she managed to keep medium-long despite the manual chores she had to perform. He yelled as blood spilled into his beard, then slapped Colleen across her tits with an impact Betsy could almost feel, herself. Laughing, his taller red-haired partner dragged Colleen to her feet. A coil of rope dangled from his hand.
Betsy couldn't help herself. "Stop that!" she shouted. "Leave my sister alone!" The words were out before she realized just how foolish her outburst had been.
Jake stood to one side, rubbing her injured cheek. At Betsy's scream he whirled and saw her. "I'll be damned, it's another one! The woods are full of pussy," he yelled.
She turned and bounded off like a deer – or tried to. Jake launched himself in a low flat dive and tackled her. They went down on the carpet of dead pine needles in a tangle of long nubile limbs.
Betsy had struggled with all her outdoor-girl's strength, but Jake, though not much larger than she had muscles like steel wire. In no time at all he had her wrists drawn up above her head and bound securely to the trunk of a tree. Then he fumbled open the front of her blue jeans and jerked off pants and panties alike.
Betsy squealed with rage and fear as her pussy was exposed to the men's lusting gaze. Her cunt fur was a neat downy delta of yellow hair, pointing the way to the untried pinkness of her virgin cunt. Jake stood a moment with her jeans in his hands, staring down at her. Sick with fear and mortification, Betsy pressed bet knees together.
Jake threw her jeans, away. He dropped to his knees, tearing open the front of his own pants. His cock snapped out like a spring – long and skinny. Betsy gasped at the sight of the pale nine-inch prick. As a farm girl, she wasn't exactly innocent, but she'd never let a boy so much as touch her. This rough wild-eyed man was about to do considerably more than that…
Then Jake grunted, "Get a good look at it, honey, 'cause it's going right up your ass!" and took the lengthy cock in one hand.
Betsy gasped in disbelief, he couldn't mean that! She could almost be calm knowing that she was about to be raped, horrible as that was. But the idea of having that terrible long spike of cock forced into her asshole – it made her very flesh crawl.
In her horror she let down her guard. Before she could clench the muscles in her pert round ass he stabbed the head of his cock right into her shiny asshole. She shrilled at the sudden agony of the cockhead invading her shitter as her sister shouted in outrage.
Now she lay helpless while Jake grasped her slender thighs and drove his cock inexorably up her asshole. The pain was excruciating. Not only was her ass-channel being stretched unmercifully by the advancing cock, the fleshy tube of her shit-chute was being scraped raw by the entry of the ungreased pole of prick!
"God! Unnnhhh!" She writhed and twisted her head. Pine needles jabbed at the back of her skull. Her eyes were clenched tightly shut, but nothing shut out the pain.
Every muscle in her body was tensed against the entry of Jake's cock into her ass. But it did no good. There was no stopping the awful progress of that spear of cock up the narrow passage of her butthole. In fact, all her efforts to deny that cock entrance only succeeded in adding to her tormentor's pleasure!
"God damn!" he grunted. "That's so nice and snug! You've got a great asshole, baby."
"Damn you… damn you!" Colleen screamed. Watching her little sister writhe in helpless agony on the ground, it almost felt as if her own asshole were being impaled by the ungreased rod of Jake's cock. This was her fault. She didn't know how she could have spared her younger sister this torment, but there should have been some way. She was the elder – she was responsible.
"Here," she yelled to Bob, who stood nearby watching with naked interest as his partner raped the blonde girl's ass. "Help her. Make your partner let my sister alone. I'll make it worth your while."
Closing her ears against a fresh ragged scream from Betsy, Colleen inhaled deeply and pulled back her shoulders. Her boobs stood out full and proud and inviting, her sharp nipples jutting from the mountains of titflesh. She wasn't innocent.
Bob shook his head and looked at her. The sight of her jugs protruding boldly at him made him lick his lips. "Hell, I'd forgotten about you, lady," he said. "Thanks for reminding me."
Colleen faltered. "But… my sister…"
Bob grinned. "Fuck her," he said. "In fact, I'll do that very thing, once Jake's had his. But right now I think I'd like to get into your tasty little hot box." He reached for the fly of his captive's well filled jeans.
Another scream ripped from Betsy's lips. Would the tearing agony in her ass never end? Her tormentor's cock seemed a mile long. It just kept coming up her ass, the steely head wedging the walls of her asshole apart, wedging the cheeks of her ass apart as well. She felt as if she were about to burst.
"N-noooo," she quavered. "It's too much! It's too big… it's going to tear me open! Get it out!"
Jake only laughed. His fingers dug pale furrows into her thighs. An inch of cock showed between his bushy crotch and Betsy's naked ass. He rammed it home with a grunt.
"AAARRRGH!" the girl screamed as the last of his cock shot into her ass.
For a moment he left his prick buried in the girl's butt. She felt it pulsating along its entire length. No longer did she suffer the tearing pain of the cock entering her asshole, but she still felt the obscene bloated fullness of having her shithole stuffed full of cock, felt the grinding ache of her violated ass channel. She moaned. Her buttcheeks shifted mindlessly on the stinging mat of needles.
Colleen kicked out with strong brown legs as Bob pulled down her pants. Her chestnut-haired cunt was more fully thatched than her sister's. Hashes of coral-pink pussy showed between her thighs as she fought. Bob grinned and cupped a hand over her cunt. His finger wriggled into her pussy-slit, then snaked up to poke at her clit. A moan of involuntary pleasure escaped the girl's lips.
"You'll do," Bob said.
In an instant he had his own trousers off. Colleen stared, open-mouthed. She couldn't help herself.
Bob's cock was unbelievable. It wasn't long – no more than six inches – but it was the thickest plug of prickmeat the girl had ever laid eyes on. It looked like a pine stump jutting from his red haired crotch.
Bob grabbed his prisoner's thighs, forcing her legs up – and apart. She tried to close them, but he got his narrow hips between. Coe felt the rubbery head of the elephant-thick cock prod the slack lips of her pussy. She moaned with a strange mixture of fear and anticipation.
"That's right, doll," Bob told her, his breath hot against her cheek. "Get ready for the fucking of your life!"
Another scream from Betsy announced that lean Jake had started pulling his prick out of her ass. Coe looked at her through tear-blurred eyes. The half-naked blonde was thrashing as if she were lying on a red-hot grill. Coe shuddered. She'd been fucked up the ass before, but it had been voluntary – and the boy's cock had always been well-lubricated with her own saliva and the hot oils of her cunt. She could imagine what her poor baby sister was going through.
The head of Bob's stumpy cock poked at her exposed cunt. It stabbed her cut like a hard-rubber baton. "Ghaaaad," she moaned as a pulse of delight shot up her unwilling cunt.
Bob cupped a hand under Coe's ass. He slipped two fingers of the other hand into her pussy and held it wide. Even so, Coe's cunt was barely open far enough to take in the tip of his fat blunt prick.
"Jesus!" she yelped as a quick hip-thrust buried the enormous cockhead in the vestibule of her pussy. Her pussy-lips were stretched tightly around the blocky cock. And though she tried to fight it, the sensation was delightful!
Betsy was dimly aware that her sister was being raped. Deep down in her mind she felt sorrow and pity for her sister. But most of her pity was reserved for herself!
She'd thought she was going to be turned inside out when Jake slowly pulled his cock out of her butthole. The flared cockhead seemed to flay the insides of her rectum as it slid back into the open air. Betsy moaned and squirmed and wore her wrists raw fighting the rope.
For a moment Jake paused, his ass in the air. Only the tip of his cock was still inside Betsy's shithole. His body was bent like an L and he held himself up with his hands, looking down at the blonde pussy was open like a flower beneath him, rubbing against his shirt-clad belly when he pressed against her. Then he rammed his cock to the hilt up Betsy's butthole.
"Yaaaaa!"
It was like having a lance stabbed into her asshole. Pain blazed the length of her ass-passage and her legs clamped Jake's sides. Her agony made her delectable body move in a counterfeit of genuine passion, and it drove Jake crazy.
He started to fuck her ass hard and fast, his cockstrokes driving her ass deep into the prickly bed of pine needles, his dry cock ruthlessly scraping the walls of her ass channel.
Coe put back her head and groaned as Bob forced his prick into her unmoistened cunt. The incredible girth of the cock made its entry into her dry pussy especially agonizing, though she knew it couldn't be one-tenth as bad as what her baby sister was undergoing.
But the size of Bob's cock also meant that it stretched Colleen's pussy in a new and unheard-of manner. She felt his cock forging into her pussy, filling her cunt as it had never been filled before. There was no denying it – that immense cock was turning her on!
Bob gave a grunting laugh as Coe's hot cunt honey started to seep around his inward sliding prick. "That's it, doll. You're a real woman. You appreciate what I've got to offer!" He fucked his prick in to the hilt in the suddenly juicy cunt with a jerk that crushed the girl's clit and sent ecstasy blasting like lightning through her cunt.
She wanted to deny it. Bob was licking at her throat and chin, grinding his cock around and around as if trying to rip apart her pussy. The pleasure in her violated snatch was unbelievable, intense, alien, pulse-poundingly exciting. With the unbidden frenzy of lust that gripped her brain, even the dreadful knowledge she was being raped while tied to a tree added a wicked thrill to the pleasure of that two-inch thick prick planted in her cunt.
Betsy was crying out short yips of pain in time to the thrusts of Jake's cock into her raw asshole. Coe looked at her as Bob sucked at her neck and his hands mauled her voluptuous tits. She was betraying her little sister by enjoying this, but she couldn't help herself. Her pussy had never known a cock that filled it as full as her captor's. Her pussy was hungry for the feel of Bob's cock, and it had overruled her reasons and emotions.
"Fuck me, damn you," she whispered in a hoarse, reluctant voice. "Oh God, it's wrong, but I want you to fuck me till I faint!"
Grunting and slobbering like a rutting boar, Bob did his best to obey.
Betsy's nails pierced her pains as she clenched her fists in agony. She could no longer distinguish the individual thrusts of that endless cock in her ass. Jake's butt fucking was a tearing incessant pulse of pain in her shitter. She couldn't stand the anguish that filled her ass and grew with every second of frenzied fucking.
But there was no way to escape!
Jake had his arms wrapped around the slender girl. Her tits were pressed against his chest hard and throbbing inside her bra. His bearded cheek rasped the side of her face as he rubbed his face in the pine-scented mat below their intertwined bodies.
The man was in seventh heaven. Betsy's virgin asshole was incomparably tight around the shaft of his pistoning prick. Her uncontrollable agonized struggles made the tight sheath of her shithole ripple and surge and seem to suck at his plunging cock till he could barely catch his breath. His dangling balls slapped the ground with every pile driver downstroke, and each withdrawal of his cock brought the long spar of his prick to the very verge of popping from her butthole before he slammed his cock back into the wailing girl's ass.
"Holy shit," he muttered. "I'm about to come, baby. Get ready for it!"
Even in her delirium of pain, Betsy felt a moment of fear. What would the bearded man's salty jism feel like, flooding her raw ass-channel?
The cock slid all the way up her ass, scraping more of the membrane lining her butthole as it went. She gasped. Her voice was gone from screaming.
Jake's cock swelled inside her ass. His booted feet tore at the pine needles as he tried to stuff still more of his cock into the blonde adolescent's shitter. His belly rubbed his shirt all over her wide-open pussy.
Suddenly his deeply buried cock squeezed a stream of come into his captive's ass. Betsy found out what it felt like – the jism was like acid searing the sensitive lining of her asshole.
The balling come filled her asshole and slopped out. Jake's cock pulsated madly inside her butthole. She screamed and screamed, and still pain and come flooded her asshole.
Then Jake's cock was jerked clean out other ass in one swift motion.