The clearing in the woods blazed orange like the walls of hell. The bonfire cursed and spit and cracked. The boys had piled pitchy logs on the fire, entire limbs of fallen, dried out trees. The roar of the fire became like the roar of a waterfall. The dead stillness of the night woods had come alive. Steam hissed in the air. Low-hanging boughs of nearby trees danced and waved in the waves of heat. The dozen or so young savages of the Sutton Brigade gleamed with sweat as they stuffed the enormous blaze with more fuel. As the clearing had warmed, the boys had stripped naked, and each boy strutted now with his stiff cock waving like a pistol-barrel.
Lisa herself was bathed in sweat, her naked body staked out on top of the sleeping bag she and Rusty had shared just minutes ago. The boys had bound her ankles and wrists with tough twine and had stretched her out long between two trees. She lay ten feet from the fire, but she could feel the heat frying her flesh like the heat waves off the sand of Death Valley. This would be the end of her, she thought. If the Brigade didn't fuck her to death, then they'd burn her and Rusty and themselves to death in a forest fire. Thank God for the rain earlier. Thank God for the musky dampness of the forest.
Lisa watched the wild boys with a strange fascination. This entire scene was so unreal that she thought she was watching a movie. Her heart throbbed in her chest. Her breathing was fast, her tits heaving. But she felt strangely unafraid. She felt excited, very excited, like Joan of Arc on her way to the stake. But she wasn't afraid. No, she was ready to be sacrificed, ready to be martyred. It was as if this was the moment she'd been waiting for all her life. She twisted between her ropes, not to break free but to rub her legs together. Her pussy throbbed, the warm juice oozing out. Take me, she wanted to yell. Take me now.
"Let her loose!" Rusty shouted. "I dragged her out here. I kidnapped her. She ain't done nothing. I dragged her out here to fuck just to fuck. We were just gonna sleep out, get away for the night. I needed a chick for the night. We were going back before morning. Damn it, listen to me!"
A lot of the boys laughed. Most of them didn't pay him any attention. One boy stared into the fire, pumping his cock. A short, mean-looking boy sauntered over to Rusty.
"Don't be funny, brother," the boy said. "Just shut up and start praying for yourself. You're gonna need praying for more than the chick." He walked away, a smirk on his little-boy face.
Rusty's eyes rolled. He winced with pain. He stood bound to a tree, ropes wound around his naked body from neck to ankles. His huge cock had softened, and it hung in the flickering orange light like a salami in a closed delicatessen. Sweat dripped from his nose, dripped from his cock. His body gleamed like oiled bronze. Lisa thought he was the most beautiful creature she had ever seen. She was more in love with him now than ever, and yet she loved to see him tied up like this. She couldn't help what she was feeling. Her loins tingled with excitement as she watched him writhe with pain.
The mean little boy sauntered over to Lisa. He slowly lifted his dirty foot and lowered it to her mouth. "Suck my toes," he said. "Goddamn it, eat 'em."
"You tell her, Jimmy," a boy said, walking toward them. "Hey, guys, look what the bitch is doing to Jimmy."
Lisa sucked Jimmy's dirty toes. She was surprised that they were hot. Leaf fragments and sand floated in her saliva, but she couldn't spit them out. Jimmy ground his big toe in and out of her mouth as if it was his cock, hardly letting her breathe.
"Taste good, bitch?" Jimmy said. "Like my hot toes?"
Lisa could only grunt. She was disgusted at what she was doing, nauseated, but at the same time she was hot. Her cunt contracted from the toe stimulation of her lips just as it did from cock stimulation. She sucked vigorously.
"Hey, let her suck my toes for awhile," a boy said, and Lisa found a fresh set of hot toes in her mouth. "Yeah, feels good," the new boy said. "Suck 'em, bitch."
She felt her ankles being cut loose. Hot hands grabbed her feet, jerking her legs apart until they spread to a full split.
"Jesus, look at 'em spread!" a boy shouted. Mutters of approval.
Lisa felt something touch her open cunt, felt hot wind tickle her pussy lips.
"Smells good," a boy muttered. "Like a real bitch should."
"Let me get a whiff," a boy said. "Oooh, I'm gonna come."
Lisa found the wriggling toes yanked suddenly out of her mouth. Before she knew what was happening, she saw a tight naked boy ass coming down on her face. The hot pucker crushed her nose.
"Lick my ass!" the boy said. "Suck out my shit hole!"
Lisa wormed her tongue up the boy's tight asshole. He tasted salty musky. His asshole throbbed inside with a pulse. The tight walls sucked at her tongue. The boy wriggled, rubbing his ass crack and bottom all over her face. She felt his silky hot balls on her eyes.
"Ride her, man," somebody yelled.
"Oh, fuck, feels good, feels real good," the boy on her face said.
"Look at him go!" a boy shouted. "He's wiggling like a fucked bitch! Oo baby, go!" Laughter.
"Hey, let her tongue fuck my asshole," a boy said, hauling the face sitting boy off her. Then he sat on her, impaling his tight asshole on her stiff tongue. "Hey, wowwww! Far out!" he said.
A boy was licking Lisa's cunt, making her squirm. He was munching away, chewing her pussy slabs, sucking. While he ate her spread snatch other boys fought to sit on her face. One hot boy ass after another wiggled onto Lisa's tongue. The boys squealed, going crazy as Lisa sucked out their quivering assholes. All at once, Lisa felt hot gobs of jism raining on her tits and belly. The boy riding her tongue grunted, his ass hole contracting. At that moment, Lisa's cunt exploded, sucking at the face buried between her pussy lips. Had her legs not been bound in a full split, she would have wrapped them around the cunt eating boy's head and tried to crush his head up inside her. The spasms were so intense she felt close to passing out.
"I wanna fuck that bitch," a boy said. "Let's cut the tiddly-winks and get fucking. I'm gonna screw that bitch silly." The other boys shouted their approval.
They were cutting loose Lisa's hands, but before they had freed her, a boy fell on her, thrusting his cock up her cunt viciously, grunting like a young bull. Then he was fucking, banging his belly against her hard, knocking her pubic bone with his, humming his cock inside her so fast that her pussy walls burned from the friction. As the other boys cut the last rope from her wrist, the fucking boy bellowed and shot.
The boy's balls were hot, his cock hard as steel. Lisa threw her arms around him, kneading his back muscles, milking his spine with her hand as she milked his cock with her pussy. The boy whined like a baby, shooting into her again and again. Before he'd shot his last, the other boys dragged him off her. They flipped her over and yanked her up on all fours.
A hot cock knifed up Lisa's cunt. A hot cock stuffed her throat. Hot mouths with sharp teeth closed around her hanging tits. A finger shot up her asshole, twisting, reaming. Lisa choked, writhed. She'd never been stuffed so full of cock, so set upon by fingers and cocks and tongues. She was being eaten alive, fucked to death. She panicked, trying to break loose. The boys bore down hard, fucking her like wild savages. They had her now, were using her like a piece of senseless meat. And this was only the beginning. She knew it just the beginning.
"Goddamn tight cunt hot tits fucking juicy asshole" The cries and mutterings of the boys filled the hissing, fiery air like the voices of the damned in hell. "Throat like a cunt crazy bitch fuck her all night burn off her tits fuck the guts out of her!"
Sharp teeth gnawed her nipples. She gagged, her throat flooded with hot cum – alkaline, salty, hot cum. It rolled into her stomach like molten lead. Steaming spurts of cum shot up her cunt bubbled out of her cunt. The finger popped out of her asshole.
Lisa caught her breath, the cock in her throat softening and sliding out of her mouth. Before she could relax, however, a fresh hot cock rammed her throat full again. Behind her, a spent cock slipped out of her cunt. Immediately, a stiff throbbing cock screwed straight up her asshole. The boys began to hump simultaneously, nearly folding her up between them like an accordion.
Lisa's heart pounded her ribcage. Her pulse throbbed in her temples, in her cunt. Her asshole burned from the unlubricated fucking. Her lips were getting raw. Her throat ached.
Oh, stop! she wanted to tell them. Let me rest for a moment. I'm getting sore. Oh, stop, don't rub so hard, don't fuck so hard! Oh, Jesus! Oww!
Suddenly, she was choking again, drowning in hot cum. Her nose was getting raw, rubbed that way from the wiry pubic hair it was continually buried in. She swallowed quickly, trying to breathe between bursts of the thick, sticky boy cum.
The cock up her ass flexed wildly. Spears of hot cum jolted her asshole. The boy's hard loins pounded her upturned ass, vibrating her body all the way up to her skull.
"Three cocks at once," a boy shouted. "Let's give it to her." Other boys started shouting, their voices getting mean, tough, crazy.
Lisa suddenly found hands lifting her. The cocks jerked out of her mouth and asshole. She gasped for breath. A blast of heat from the growling, hissing fire filled her lungs and she choked. Her lungs ached, seared by the pitchy fumes.
They were dropping her, forcing her down. Hot hands spread her cunt. From below, a stiff cock stabbed her cunt. She was fucked again, filled with cock. She lay face to face with a grunting sweaty boy, lay on top of him. He bucked upward, fucking her. He chewed her lips. From behind, a bloated cock head burned at her ass pucker. She tried to tense, to defend her asshole from attack, but it was too late. A rock hard cock slammed into her asshole, making her loins nearly explode from the pressure. A cock up her ass and up her cunt at the same time was more than she could take. She tried to tell them, needed to tell them. She couldn't take all that hard meat at once. No girl could take it. They'd rip up her insides. They'd wear through the partition that separated her cunt from her asshole and then she'd have just one big hole there. Oh, Christ! Stop! Stop! Please stop!
Lisa mumbled, delirious. As she gathered her strength, gathered it to scream, a boy grabbed her long hair from behind and jerked her head back. Her mouth gaped. Just as her scream began it was forced back down her throat by a cock, another big sweaty cock. She gagged. She'd swallowed so much cock, so much cum that she was ready to vomit. The boy grabbed her ears and jerked her head up and down on his cock. She sucked, sucked helplessly. It was all she could think to do. As the big cocks reamed out her asshole and cunt, she bucked her loins, bucked them because that was all she could think of anymore.
All she could smell was cock and jism. All she could feel was hot throbbing cock filling all her holes, cock spurting inside her, cock being rubbed against the palms of her helpless hands. She closed her hands, fisting a cock in each. Now she had five cocks going at her, five smooth slippery jerking cocks. Next they'd be shoving cocks in her ears, in her eyes, up her nostrils, between her toes. She herself was becoming cock, just one big cock. She didn't care anymore. She didn't care if they killed her. She was beyond pain, beyond thought. All she was now was a rhythm, a hard throbbing rhythm of fucking. She was just a fuck now, nothing more than a fuck pure fuck!
The boys were shooting. God, they were shooting! First one, then another, then another. Jism bubbled down her throat, bubbled out of her mouth. Jism blasted her asshole, blasted her cunt, at the same time running out of her overflowing asshole and cunt like warm honey. Cocks flexed in her hands, zinged in her hands. Flying jism hit her arms like gobs of hot wax.
Grunts, squeals, groans, the explosions of the bonfire these sounds throbbed in her ears. She saw little other than the orange firelight glinting off the sweaty young belly heaving at her face. She felt the counterpoint of heartbeats her own, that of the boy on top of her, that of the boy beneath her. She felt the counterpoint of orgasmic contractions, the fuck throbs of five spasming boys. She was bathed in sweat her own and that of the boys sandwiching her. She slid between them like a greased slice of ham. She thought of ham, thought of pigs, an orgy of pigs. She was the sow, thrown into a pen of grunting frenzied boars. And they were on her, under her, inside her, screwing her silly, screwing her to death. Needles of sex sensation shot through her ravaged loins, through her tits, through her toes. Her loins swirled. Spasms gnawed through her asshole, through her cunt. She let go, jerking convulsively, her horny holes chewing the spurting pricks.
Lisa felt a cool mist on her back and cheek. It had begun to drizzle. Fine droplets of moisture exploded into steam above the raging bonfire. The fire, though half the size it had been, still looked like it could burn on for hours. Lisa tried to shift on the sleeping bag, the mutilated cum drenched sleeping bag, but she couldn't move. She was too weak, too sore. All her muscles throbbed like migraine headaches. Her cunt and asshole were raw and blistered. And they oozed cum, oozed cum endlessly like a spring. She could feel the jism trickling out of her. She didn't think it would ever stop. She tried to move again. Hopeless.
As the drizzle continued, Lisa smiled. She winced. Her lips were split in several places. Her tongue was raw and swollen. She could barely swallow. She had the worse sore throat of her life. The drizzle misted the pulsating burn on her left ass cheek, and Lisa smiled again, winced again.
She was Sutton's now, Sutton's forever. They'd branded her with an S – S for Sutton. As the last boy had fallen off her ass, they pressed the small glowing branding iron to her ass cheek. It was over in a moment, but Lisa's head had lit up inside as if with a nuclear explosion. She'd screamed, screamed the loudest scream she'd ever let out it echoed through her bones, through her skull, through her soul.
They'd done it awhile ago. Lisa couldn't tell how long ago, maybe minutes, maybe hours. They'd fucked her half the night, it seemed, and then they'd branded her. Since then they'd been quiet. A few of them watched the fire, a few of them slept a few of them sat staring out into the night like guards. They didn't seem to notice that it had begun to drizzle. They seemed prepared to stay here all night. They were resting.
Rusty was still tied to the tree, his head slumped onto his chest. As Lisa gazed at him, he lifted his head. He looked scared, but he smiled at her. She tried to smile back but could only wince. His prick was standing, jutting up out of his loins at a forty-five degree angle, and it was twitching. A shiny stream of precum clung to the back of his long cock shaft from tip to base. Precum had trickled down over his huge nuts, which Lisa could see now moving in their sac. Rusty was hot, and Lisa could understand why.
He'd watched the Brigade giving it to her for hours. How could he not get turned on? Maybe he'd even shot off while watching. Poor boy, she thought. Poor deprived boy. She wondered whether he would have joined in had he been let loose. Never know, she thought. He's a male and what a male! And there's no telling what a male might do once his cock gets hard. She'd learned that tonight.
What would happen now? They'd drag her back to Sutton. They'd have to drag her, or carry her she surely couldn't walk. Would she still have to go through with slave day tomorrow? No way! That would be the end of her for sure. But then, in Sutton they might not care. Right now, she didn't care either. She might be better off dead.
And what about Rusty? They hadn't touched him yet.
"Get away from me, you bastard!" Rusty yelled.
Lisa looked toward him again. Jimmy was sauntering toward Rusty with a hunting knife. Jimmy's cock was stiff. The other boys began getting up. They were muttering, moving toward Rusty.
"Leave me alone!" Rusty screamed. "You can't do this!"
Jimmy began to cut the ropes.