Jodie tried, but couldn't open her eyes. She could sense that she was in a car and that it was moving. She moved slightly and a jarring pain in the back of her head sent thunderbolts through her brain.
The pain made her remember. It brought everything back to her.
It was her eighteenth birthday party. Billy, her boy friend, had taken her out to dinner and then to a small club to dance. Their desire for each other, added to the wine they had been drinking, finally left them with no alternative.
"Let's go somewhere," she said. "You know what I mean."
They went to a park and pulled a blanket out of the back seat. Billy lifted her and carried her to a soft spot under the trees.
"I want you," he said.
"You know how much I want you," Jodie replied.
Laughing, happy to be together, they tumbled onto the blanket and he kissed her. His hand went under her skirt and pulled her panties to the side, so his fingers could touch and fondle the soft lips of her pussy. They lay there for a long time, kissing and feeling each other as the moonlight filtered through the trees.
Jodie lay next to him, taking his free hand and moving it all over her body. Then she kissed him again, moving the full length of her body against his so that he could feel the full pressure of her breasts against her chest and she could thrill to the hard press of his rising cock against her mound.
She kissed his lips between every movement, until, when he returned the pressure, forcing his body against hers, he was filled with passion and desire.
Her voice spoke softly in his ear.
"Do you really want me, Bill? Want my body?"
"Yes… of course I want you, Jodie. God, you turn me on!"
Then she knew pleasure, exquisite pleasure, as the warmth of his body moved over her.
"Take your cock out, Billy. Let me feel it!"
She heard his zipper go down. He pulled her skirt up to her hips and she jumped when the hard muscle of his prick started sliding sensuously up and down her inner thighs.
She felt herself grow tense with anticipation and knew that it would happen soon. She gripped his shoulders and he, too, moved in expectation.
"Take my panties off, Billy. Take 'em off and come inside me!"
He moved down to her feet. He was just reaching under her, lifting her ass to remove her panties, when the three figures came out of the trees. She screamed, but it was too late. One of them hit Billy and when she jumped up the help him, the same man hit her.
And now she was in a car. She could feel one of them on each side of her. She guessed that the third one was driving. What were they going to do? Silly question. She knew what they were going to do.
She moved again.
"Hey… our little prize pussy is awake!"
"Good," came a voice on the other side of her. A hand slapped her thigh and made its way nearly to her pussy before she snapped her legs together.
"Who… who are you? Where's Billy?"
"If Billy's your boy friend," skid the driver over his shoulder, "he's back at the park, tied to a tree."
They were all young, but she didn't recognize them.
"What do you want?"
"Shit," said the boy on her right side. "You know what we want."
He reached over and cupped her chin, holding her face steady, and clamped his lips to hers. He sucked at her tongue as if he was trying to pull it from her mouth.
The boy behind her started stroking her ass through the thin skirt. Then she realized that his hand wasn't encumbered by a skirt. She tried to slide down in the seat away from his hand. She jerked, her eyes flaring wide. She felt his hand on her bare flesh, just above the tight band of her panties.
At last she was released, gasping. She whipped her head away as soon as his hand left her smarting jaw. She looked down.
"Oh!"
Her skirt was gone.
And all the buttons on her blouse had been pulled off. She was sitting between her two captors wearing a bra, part of a blouse, and then panties. And that was all.
She whimpered in shame and embarrassment and fear. Her hands came up to cover her breasts, jiggling atop the padded shelf of the bra.
"Hey, don't bide 'em, baby. You got the sweetest set of tits I've ever seen!"
Each wrist was seized. The two boys moved almost in unison, grasping her arms again. They held them, their knuckles hard on her thighs. She bit her lip.
They wouldn't, she thought. How could they be so vile!
Wouldn't they? Why else did males grab females? They'd use her. All three of them. Humping and pumping their youthful cocks into her softness. And at that moment it occurred to her that if they were willing to risk a rape charge, they might risk more. They'd use her and… and beat her up?
"You're gonna be some good pussy, baby." It was the one who had kissed her so roughly. His hand rose to caress the thrusting, firm breast nearest him. It quivered seeming to try to wince away from his fingers.
She writhed, trying to free herself. She jerked both wrists and kicked out with both legs and tried to burl her body all over the car. The driver grunted when she kicked the back of his seat, and the car swerved wildly.
"Hey, Goddamnit, can't you control that bitch, you guys?"
"Keep 'er on the road, Hal," the one on her right said, clamping her wrist in one hand and her breast in the other, hard. "Slap her, Tim!"
The boy called Tim, on her left, cocked his arm and slapped her across the face.
Her eyes snapped shut and tears squirted from the tightly clenched eyelids. "Oooooowwwww!" Her hand dropped immediately to the tight pressed tops of her thighs. She felt his thumb nudge against the soft bulging seam of her vulva, tightening her panties against it as he added a little pressure.
"You be still and shut up," he hissed, "or I'll ram this thumb right up in your juicy pussy!"
"Hey, Chris," the driver, Hal, said over his shoulder to the boy on her right. "We're there."
"Good," Chris said, and then laughed. "I can hardly wait… I already got a hard-on crawling down my leg halfway to my fucking knee!"
"You're filthy," Jodie gasped.
"Shut up," Chris snapped, and slapped her thigh so that the flesh jerked and tingled. She tried clamping her thighs together, but Tim's thumb was still there, pressed snugly against her vulva.
His other hand rose callously to wipe across the up-tilted bulge of her breasts. She gasped, trying to pull her wrists free. Not only did both of them hold on, but Tim let her feel a slight extra pressure at the softly firm little cushion of her pubic mound. His other hand pinched her tit. She gasped again and tried to be very still.
Carelessly, cautiously, they played with her breasts. And Tim kept his thumb in place. The slightest bump in the road, the faintest twitch of the wheel, made it poke a little harder at her cringing pubic bulge. Suddenly she was slammed sideways against Chris as tires screeched and the car swerved violently.
Then they were being jolted and jostled against each other as the car, moved too fast over a bumpy road. Trees lined it closely on both sides.
There was only the rough back wood road through the windshield, in the headlights' beam. That, and the vague, dark shapes of trees, and a tiny house in the moonlight.
The car stopped.
"Let's go, baby," Chris said, hooking his finger in her bra and pulling her from the car.
Inside the little cabin, they threw her onto a rug. Behind her a fireplace roared. It was the only light.
Tim was behind her, holding her as she struggled. Chris, who seemed to be the leader, planted himself in front of her. His hands were rolled into fists and he cocked his right arm. "How do you want it… the easy way, or the hard way? We could mess you up good, baby."
Jodie let her head bang as Chris removed what was left of her blouse. Tim kept a firm grip on her wrists. Then Chris was undoing her bra. Her breasts spilled nakedly into view and all three of them gasped. Tim was leaning over her shoulder, looking down at her jiggling mounds of flesh.
"Looky what we got for ourselves, Chris."
"I noticed already."
A hand went over each breast and fingers massaged her firm white flesh. "No!" she gasped. "Like hell."
He worked at her hills until the nipples turned a blood red and stuck out like nails. Grunting his pleasure at her response, Chris leaned down and kissed each breast roughly.
"What about me?" Tim complained. "Keep your shirt on."
"Shit, I don't want to keep my shirt on."
They shoved her pants down until they fell in a heap at her feet. Then Chris leaned forward and placed his hands on her cunt, hooking his thumbs inside the lips and spreading them open. Again he grunted his satisfaction.
He shoved forward and, instinctively, Jodie drew her hips back, but she rammed her buttocks into Tim's loins. She could feel his prick pressing against her backside and she wondered if he'd already opened his fly to let his cock hang out.
Now Chris was opening his zipper and his cock lashed out like a whip, thudding against her thigh. Then he moved in and his cock was threading its way through her pubic hairs, seeking her clasping hole.
He found the target and lurched forward until the head of his cock was fastened inside her outer lips. His prick was throbbing and she watched a small blue vein along its shaft pump furiously. He pushed again and the head went all the way in; he promptly buried half his length inside her.
He was massive and she felt her canal filled to bunting, but she tried desperately not to respond. He was moving so fast that there had been no time to generate any lubrication and he was hurting her. But it was a pain that was filled with promise of sexual fulfillment. God! She didn't want it, but she couldn't turn herself off like a machine.
"I'm making progress!" he blurted to Tim.
From behind her, Jodie felt a stiffened cock against her naked buttocks. So he had been ready. They were both ready to work her over.
"So am I!" came a voice from behind her left ear.
He was sliding his cock along the crack of her buttocks, shoving hard, while his partner was pressing from the front. They had her in a vise and they were turning the screws, mashing her, flattening her body as their cocks stabbed into her. The cock at her rear had found her asshole and it was ramming against the protective muscles until they began to open.
They were going to fuck her, and there was nothing she could do about it.
What had one of the girls said? Might as well fuck 'em back and enjoy it – it's better than being dead.
"Take it, you cunt, take my cock!" Chris yelled.
"Jesus," Tim said from behind her. "I can't get in her asshole."
"Back off, Tim," Chris said. "I'm so hot I'll come soon… then… then you can have her pussy."
Jodie felt the cock behind her being pulled from between her ass cheeks.
"C'mon, cunt," Chris groaned. "You might as well fuck me back!"
Jodie wouldn't even look at him. But she couldn't escape, and she knew it. Her mind was in a torment of emotions she couldn't put together; she couldn't even think straight. As the cock made its way deeper inside, and Chris was closer to her, she could feel his breath on her breast as he expertly moved his cock into her, pushing it just slightly inside where she was wet and sticky. Then, abruptly, he pulled his cock out, wiping the tip with his fingers.
"A little damp in there, eh?" he said, smiling a strange smile, placing his fingers to his nose and sniffing at them. "I like a good strong cunt smell," he murmured into his hand.
"You bastard," Jodie hissed at him.
He knelt then and to her horror he pushed on leg out slightly and inspected her pussy, moving it open with his fingers.
"It's very dark red," he commented, "and very sticky, with a little round pearl of a clit," which he rubbed with two fingers, around and around.
Jodie could feel waves of excitement begin coming over her body as she stood there, stiff, shivering and hot at the same time, feeling the muscles in her cunt begin to contract just slightly. Then Chris stood up, smiling at her.
Jodie was mortified. She hated him but he had succeeded in arousing her against her will, and now she stood naked, her clothes at her feet, her cunt dripping small drops down her thighs.
"C'mon, Chris," Tim said, "hurry up and fuck her so I can get some."
"Yeah, Chris," Hal said, from somewhere in a dark corner of the room. "Do it so I can get my kicks!"
Chris laughed. "See, honey, Hal gets his kicks from watching. He's over in the corner there right now pounding his meat."
"You're all perverts!" Jodie said, stoically, refusing to lower herself any more and beg for mercy.
"Lay down," Chris commanded, giving her a shove.
Jodie stared idly at the ceiling as he climbed onto the rug and began slowly kissing her breasts, first one, then the other, taking the tip of her soft brown nipples in his teeth and pulling on them, then sucking on the whole nipple, pulling it into his mouth where he ran his tongue in small circles around it, then sucking on it again. He was aware of Tim and Hal, seated comfortably on a couch, watching.
Chris' hands moved to explore her now soaking-wet crotch, then her asshole, all the while making little pulling, sucking noises around her breasts. Then be pulled her to him, and she felt him rubbing his body against hers, his chest crushing against her breasts, naked and sensitive. She felt the hard bulge of his cock, felt him push it up against her and rub it against the spongy hair that stuck out from her cuntal mound.
"She don't wanna fuck, I think," Chris said to Tim and Hal. "Well, maybe we can warm her up another way. Hand me that chair, Tim."
Tim handed him a straight-backed chair, and Chris placed it on the rug in front of Jodie.
"Put your hands on the seat of the chair, and your chin over the back!"
She didn't move.
Like lightning, Chris pulled his belt from his pants. It zinged through the air and splatted against her buttocks. The flesh on her ass danced as the belt caressed her butt again.
Still she didn't move. She sobbed, jerking her lovely head from side to side, sending her hair flying, but she didn't move.
Then he swung harder. The belt kissed the full center of her left cheek, marring the firm, pale flesh. Her buttock contracted in helpless reaction. A warm glow suffused the soft hemispheres of her bare bottom, which she knew now was barred with more than one mark, red stripes on the satiny soft perfection of both trembling cheeks.
Her shoulders heaved with her unrestrained weeping. Her tits swung, quivering and bouncing, rolling loosely about before her when he raised her upper body on her hands.
A belt cut across the middle of her back, flattened her with another cry of pain. Moans poured from her quivering lips. She shivered constantly and uncontrollably. Shudders shook her pain-racked body. Smarting jabs like needles radiated out from her buttocks. Another whiplash turned her face into a contorted, writhing mask and sent tingling new stripes of pain through her hip.
"The chair, bitch," Chris said.
She did as he said. Still she said not a word, staring straight ahead, as she heard him remove his pants. His hands wormed between her thighs, the finger searching for the entrance to her cunt.
The she felt the insistent hard knob of his prick move slowly from behind and feel for her vaginal entrance, where it was moist and burning, and she felt the dull ache as he began to enter her.
At that moment she moved quickly, pushed over the chair and made an attempt to get to the door. But Tim and Hal were too quick for her. In an instant, both laughing cruelly, they forced her back to the chair, her face blazing now, her eyes furious, like a trapped animal.
"You can't make me, you filthy, disgusting, perverted bastards."
Tim raised his hand and slapped it hard against her mouth.
"Shut up," he said in a low, fierce tone. "Just shut up."
Once again they placed her on the chair, holding her head down now so it was on the seat of the chair, with her hands pinned to her sides. She felt Tim's rough hand pushing down hard on the back of her neck, forcing her head to stay down.
"Now you're really gonna get fucked," Chris growled.
Jodie once again felt the rigid hardness of Chris' cock come past her ass cheeks and drive savagely into her pussy. Chris had his hands on her hips. She began to cry and try to pull away.
It was no use.
She couldn't shake off that hot stick forcing its way in and out of her pussy.
It had been no use, her plan to outsmart them, to show no reaction, in hopes that they would become bored or disgusted with her and let her loose. It had only excited them more. It hadn't worked, and now here she was, pushed down on the hard, wooden chair, being fucked like a dog by a panting and groaning man, being cheered on by two more of them.
"Thatta girl, thatta girl," Chris was panting and chanting to himself more than to anyone else, moving quickly in and out, in and out, pushing so hard it hurt inside her.
"You like it? You like it, baby? You like that big stiff cock screwing you?" Tim's voice came through a sudden sharp wave of pain.
"She likes my nuts flapping against her ass, that's what she likes," Chris suggested.
And they were. His balls hit against her spread-open ass as he pushed his slippery dick harder and harder into her cunt.
"Give it to her, give it to her good and hard," Tim said, as his hand twisted her neck downward. With his other hand, he pulled a thick piece of flesh on her ass, twisted it in an agonizing pinch, then pinched her again, and again, as Chris' cock kept slamming into her.
She wondered if they heard her moans; she tried to move, but couldn't. And then she felt Tim's fingers come between Chris' dick and her ass and, as Chris fucked her, Tim stuck two fingers into her asshole, exploring it, laughing, and from the other side, she felt Hal's hand grab a hold of her clitoris.
"Noooooo!" she let out a long sob of horror.
But Hal had an iron grip on her clit and wouldn't let go; he pushed it and massaged it and coaxed it until she was lost in waves and waves of heat, and sharp stabs of pain turned into a thick, hot pleasure that spread throughout her limp, tortured body.
"God, she's coming! Thatta girl, thatta girl," Chris shouted. "God I can feel that cunt come!" His breathing was heavy on her back now as he leaned over to get a tighter hold of her. Tim's fingers pushed further into her anus as she was lost in spasms of orgasm.
Then Chris moved faster and faster and Hal released her sore clitoris and Tim slid out of her and Chris had her all to himself, saying in her ear, "Now, you're going to feel something, baby. This is no punk kid fucking you. Now you're going to feel a man come inside you. Watch out, there's going to be more cream than that little cunt of yours ever had before…"
She moaned as she felt herself flooded in hot sperm, and then he slowly released her, pulled himself out of her, and she stood up, white thick sperm dripping down her thighs, her red buttocks exposed for them all to see.
"Now me, baby," Tim said, throwing her to the floor. "Only I like it a little different."
"God, I can't take it no more," Hal shouted. "Gimme your head, honey. I wanna fuck it!"
"Nooooooo!" she screamed, but the scream turned into a gag as Hal's cock stuffed her throat.
At the same time, she felt Tim's prick sever her cuntal walls from behind. When it was good and slick with the juices from her pussy, he pulled it out and moved it up slightly. She knew what he was going to do, but there was no way to stop him.
Then Hal was screaming in front of her.
"Suck it! Suck my fucking cock, you Goddamn, fucking bitch cunt. Take my prick down your fucking throat and suck on it! Suck it, you runt, or I'll break your front teeth out with it!"
Then he was coming. Great gushes of hot cum flooded her throat. She shook her head from side to side, struggling to free her body from his grasp. But, against his massive strength, she was helpless.
She gagged. She could feel the sticky juice and feel its wetness coating her lips. She grasped his prick to pull it away and felt it throbbing like an extra, heart.
She swallowed all his juice to keep from choking to death. When Hal's cum was over, he pulled his cock from her gooey lips. She gasped in relief and made the mistake of relaxing her anal muscles.
Behind her, Tim took advantage of the moment to lunge forward and bury the full length of his throbbing cockmeat up her asshole.
"Aaarrrrggggghhhhhhh!" she screamed, the pain more than she could bear.
He just started pumping his huge tool in and out of her ass, when she passed out.