Doris Merryweather ran as fast as her pretty young legs could carry her, but she couldn't seem to outdistance the man who chased her through New York's Central Park.
"Hold it! Wait a second, Goddammit!" the tall, lanky man shouted as he took long, bold strides. He was gaining on her fast.
The pretty, well developed teen-age girl knew that she was in big trouble. Why hadn't she listened to her Uncle Melvin? she thought. Her Uncle Melvin had told her never to take the shortcut through Central Park. But, Doris had foolishly disobeyed him. Now, she was in big trouble. She glanced around nervously as she ran from her pursuer, hoping to catch sight of someone – anyone – who might save her. She cursed herself for being so naive and reckless.
The stranger was right behind her. He cursed at Doris: "Fucking bitch! Stop, for Christ's sake!" Reaching out with a long and powerful arm, he grabbed Doris by her sleeve. She spun around and her thin silk blouse ripped. For an instant, she lost her balance and fell to her knees. She was back on her feet in a hurry. She started to run again, took two steps, then felt the man's fist slamming hard into the back of her bead. She saw stars and fell. The ground seemed to reach up and envelop her.
"You stupid, fucking cunt!" the stranger snorted angrily. He picked her up and dragged her into a clump of thick bushes. When she came to, she realized that the man had tugged off her shorts and blouse. Then he stripped off her bikini panties, exposing her blonde-thatched pussy.
"Mmmmmmmm! Nice pussy! And, I bet you're a virgin, too!" He spread her creamy thighs and plunged his hairy forefinger between her pink cunt-lips. Her loins were damp from perspiration, making it an easy task for the man to stick his finger deep into her young cunt.
"Ohhhhhh, noooooooo!" she cried as she felt his finger penetrating her tight virgin cunt. "Please, don't! Don't do that!" Her stomach churned and she felt sick. Twisting and turning, she tried desperately to escape. But it was impossible. The brutal stranger was simply too strong.
"Hold still, dammit!" he cursed loudly. "I don't want to get too rough with you, cunt. But if you give me a hard time, I'll bust your pretty face."
Doris could tell by the nasty and determined tone of the man's voice that meant serious business. Still she struggled in his grasp.
He slapped her four times in quick succession, sending her reeling in pain. Her cheeks turned beet-red and she writhed about on the grass. Doris was repulsed at the finger-fucking the man was giving her tight, virgin pussy. She had never had a man's finger in her cunt before, and it felt disgusting.
"Yeah, cunt! I love young virgins! Can't get enough young cunts gonna get your pussy nice and hot and slick! Mmmmmmm!" His finger probed around inside her pussy, massaging her tight cunt-walls. Roughly, he slid his thumb across her little clit, causing it to throb and grow erect.
"Ohhhhhhh! Please! Please, don't! This is terrible!" she wailed. "I-I can't stand it!"
"Shut up!" he snorted as he belted her again. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out a thick roll of electrical tape and chewed off a strip.
"Don't tape me up!" she cried, clawing at his face. Her fingernails raked across his jaw, opening up a thin cut.
The marauder flinched and shook her off. Then he taped her wrists tightly together. He looked down at her threateningly, a thin trickle of blood running down his face where she had scratched him. His eyes were glazed over with lust. She had never seen such demented anger before, and she winced in horror.
He tugged down his zipper and pulled out his long, thick prick. Lewdly, he gripped his cock shaft and wagged it in her face, his knees pressed into the soft, grassy ground on either side of her bead.
"You shouldn't have scratched me, cunt!" he raged. "Now, I'm going to have to teach you a lesson. I'm going to make you suck my cock. And if you give me a hard time, I'll be forced to beat the living shit out of you. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes," she stammered weakly.
"Look at my cock!" he commanded.
She obeyed, glancing at the stranger's prick. She was stunned with horrid disbelief at the sight of his massive cock. His prick was standing straight up, pointing at the sky. Blood rushed through the rope-like veins which crisscrossed his red-hot cockshaft. His bulbous cock-knob was purplish in color and throbbed obscenely. Doris had never laid eyes on a man's prick before. She had seen harmless drawings of cocks and balls in biology class, but the cocks in the pictures were always soft. This man's prick was something else entirely! Doris was shocked! She wondered if it was natural for a man's prick to be so hard and red and stiff. And throbbing!
"You like my prick?" the stranger murmured. He gripped his lengthy cock-shaft in his fist and began to stroke his prick lewdly, rubbing his hand up and down.
She shook her head briskly in reply, too frightened to answer his obscene question. She didn't like the looks of his menacing prick at all.
"You dumb cunt," he replied calmly. "You'd better answer me. It would be wise for you to say that you love my cock. Now, let's try it again. Do you like my cock?"
"Y-yes, I love, your cock," she responded, tears pouring down her flushed face.
"That's a good girl," he said. "You learn real fast, bitch. Now, let's see how fast you learn to suck my prick. I want a real nice blow-job." He guided his cock toward her trembling lips.
She pouted and tried to turn her bead away, but he grabbed her ear and pulled her roughly toward his prick. Her lips brushed across his cock-knob and she shuddered with disgust.
"Okay, bitch! Now, you do everything I tell you. You probably never sucked a cock before, right?"
"Yes, that's right," she replied weakly.
"Good girl," he said, smiling lecherously. "Now, stick your tongue out and lick my prick."
Reluctantly, she obeyed his vile command, snaking her tongue out of her mouth and tentatively licking his throbbing cock-knob. She felt like retching, but forced herself to lick his cock, anyway. Her raspy tongue flicked across the tip of his prick and his lengthy cock-shaft lurched upward in response to her reluctant caresses.
"Unnnnnngggghhhhhhh! Ummmmmmm! Yeah, that's… that's nice! Keep it up! You're doing real good, for a beginner." He laughed hoarsely and his voice seemed to drop an octave as he reveled in the sensations that coursed through his bloated, stiff cock.
Doris looked up at the man as he grunted and groaned in sexual delight. It seemed as though he were half-crazed, thriving on the power that he held over the helpless blonde teen-ager. Oh, why hadn't she listened to her Uncle Melvin's dire warnings? Damn! She had looked forward to her vacation in New York for so long, and now it was being ruined by this brutal marauder.
"Ummmmmmm, that feels real nice, cunt," the stranger whispered lewdly. "Now, let's get on with it. You gotta give me a blow-job. You gotta suck my prick, baby. Let's get to it!" He lunged forward and rammed his rock-hard prick between her full lips, spreading her jaws apart.
Doris gurgled around his raging prick as it pounded hard and fast into her mouth. His cockknob slammed against the walls of her cheeks. He grunted loudly and ground his hips into her face, forcing more and more of his lengthy cock into her mouth.
"Suck it! Suck my prick, bitch!" he rasped as he began to brutally face-fuck the helpless teen-age girl.
Her first impulse was to push the man away from her. But her hands were taped and he only needed to use one hand to hold her arms flat to the ground. Even worse, her mouth was stuffed with his throbbing cock, stifling her cries of rage and protest. Even if someone happened to pass by, they would never be able to hear her. She cursed her regrettable situation and wept as her lips closed around his prick. His bulbous cock-knob banged about inside her mouth and pounded deep into her throat.
She gasped for air when he pulled back. Doris feared that she would choke to death on his prick. She had no choice but to keep sucking his mighty cock into her mouth, hoping that soon he would grow weary of raping her mouth and let her go. She was terribly frightened.
She was afraid to disobey his crude commands. There was simply no telling what he would do to her if she angered him. He was face-fucking her like a wild animal, hammering his hard cock into her mouth with relentless and powerful thrusts.
The rapist didn't let up for a second. Soon, her jaws ached from his hammering prick. Every time he pumped his cock into her mouth, his prick-tip banged hard and painfully into her cheeks. She shuddered with revulsion as she sucked his prick. Her wrists were starting to hurt, too. He had taped her so tightly that the blood flow to her hands was cut off. Before long, her hands became pale and she lost all feeling in her fingers. If the man didn't unbind her soon, she feared that her hands would be seriously damaged.
"Suck, bitch! Give me a dynamite blow-job!" he hissed, thrusting forward. His eyes rolled into the back of his head until his pupils disappeared from view.
The lewd grunting and groaning noises that the man made as he raped her mouth were disgusting, and the helpless girl wasn't at all certain if she could bear much more. In order to endure this brutal abuse, she would have to concentrate on something else. The thought struck her, she would look the man over very carefully and remember everything that she could about him. Then, if she were ever called upon to identify the brutal assailant, she would have no difficulty pointing him out. She looked up at the man and made mental notes on his appearance. He had dark, coarse, wiry hair, parted on the left side of his head. There was a birthmark at his hairline, brown circular spot about the size of a dime. His eyebrows were thick and bushy and his eyes were dark green. One of his front teeth was chipped slightly.
"Ohhhhhhh, yeah! Take all of my cock into your mouth! I'm gonna cum soon! Right in your pretty little mouth! Ummmmmmm!"
The crude manner in which the man spoke turned Doris' stomach – but she kept sucking his prick. She was helpless, and she knew it.
"Here it comes, cunt!" he hissed. Then, his body tensed and he plunged forward. "Aaaaaggghhhhh!" He shouted as he came. He shuddered and a thick wad of sticky, scalding jism spurted out of his cock-slit and washed through her mouth, coating her throat with sticky cum. She tried to spit his jism out.
"Don't you dare spit it out, cunt!" he shouted lewdly. "Swallow it! Drink it down your throat!"
She hastened to obey, sucking and gulping his white-hot jism. Thick gobs of jism still splashed into her mouth. Soon, her mouth was filled to overflowing. Jism drooled obscenely out of the corners of her pursed lips and streaked down her cheeks.
"Milk it, bitch!" he snorted. "Milk my cock! Suck all of my cum down!"
This was the most revolting and disgusting thing that had ever happened to Doris. He was a wicked and depraved man, a merciless bastard. She would never forget what he did to her, how he abused her and raped her mouth with his mammoth prick, and how he forced her to suck his cum down her throat. Never in her short life had Doris experienced hatred, but she was experiencing it now!
Finally, the ordeal was over. The man sat back on his haunches and leered at the helpless girl. A cruel and vicious sneer contorted his face as he glowered down at Doris.
"Look at you," he said, shaking his head in disgust. "You look like shit, girl."
She held back tears and turned her face away. Jism oozed out of her mouth and dripped onto the ground. She retched and coughed up a thick glob of cum. Her face was soaked with perspiration and covered with sticky jism. Her lovely blonde hair was askew, gnarled and tangled. The man was right – she did look like shit. And, she felt like shit, too.
The man walked deeper into the bushes to take a piss. "You stay put! I'm not finished with you!" he hissed as he turned, his back.
Doris saw her chance! She jumped to her feet and raced across the park, totally naked, her wrists still taped together.
The man saw her and started after her, but she was far ahead of him, soon, he stopped running and stalked away.
The girl saw two policemen in a parked patrol car at the edge of the park. "Hey! Help!" she wailed as she ran towards them.
They hustled her nervously into the squad car and covered the trembling girl with a blanket. "What happened to you?" the older policeman asked.
"A man attacked me," she blurted.
"How long ago?"
"Just a minute ago. Iran away before he could really hurt me. Look, he taped my wrists together!"
The younger cop untaped her wrists, while the other policeman quickly placed a call to the police dispatcher. Doris described her assailant perfectly, and the cop repeated her description.
"Don't you worry about a thing," the young cop assured Doris. "You gave a perfect description. We'll get the bastard. He won't get very far. By how, there are a dozen police cars converging on the area. We'll take you home, now. And tomorrow, if we catch the guy, you can come down the station and identify him. Okay?"
"You bet!" she replied enthusiastically. "That monster belongs behind bars."
They drove off to her Uncle Melvin's apartment.