Frantically, Sally stepped back. The shorter, darker man got his foot into the door. The girl turned to run.
"I got her, Carlos," the other man said. He bounded past the Chicano and caught her before she had gone three steps. She fought him furiously, pounding his broad chest with her fists He just stood there, holding her off the floor as if she didn't weigh anything His broad face was split by a loose-lipped, malicious grin.
Then the girl's struggles twisted her in his grasp. With a sudden spurt of energy she drove a knee into his groin. "Oof!" he grunted and doubled over.
Sally wriggled free. The bathroom door was ajar, and she headed for it. Then a hand closed around her wrist and spun her around. The big blond man had hold of her again. His broad face was twisted in rage.
From the corner of her eye Sally saw a hand like a hamhock swinging in a vicious roundhouse. Blinding pain exploded in her head with a noise like thunder. The world went dark.
Sweet sensation enveloped Sally. She was in a softly-lit room. Music played gently somewhere. Ricky was with her. He was sitting on a big divan, like the one in her parent's living room. He was naked, and so was she. She was sitting astride him, facing him, and she was fucking herself into madness on his big stiff prick.
Brown fingers dug into her back as they fucked. Pleasure burned in her pussy.
He was so huge! His cock was splitting her apart. Ricky's hot breath burned on her neck.
At every stroke Sally's need for that mighty cock grew greater. Faster and faster she fucked herself on Ricky's click. Spongy lewd sounds came from her crotch as her cunt juice was whipped to a froth. She clawed at his back. She felt him tense, felt the orgasm building. She was close, so close to coming, almost there.
A sharp pain dug into the back of Sally's neck. Her green eyes snapped open.
Gone was the half-lit room. Gone was the candlelight. And gone was Ricky. She was looking at a stretch o cracked green vinyl inches ally from her pert nose.
Instead of the indescribably sweet aroma of Ricky's sweat and her own flowing pussy, a stink of oil and dust clogged the girl's nostrils.
Sally was still being bounced around, though. However, the motion wasn't due to an ever-increasing frenzy of fucking. She was in the back seat of a car, or rather on the floor between the front and back seats. She was face-down, and being driven over an obviously rough road probably a dirt road.
Still in a daze, Sally realized she was still turned on from the erotic dream.
Her hands were beneath her, cupped over her pussy mound. Almost mechanically, she began to massage the furry cunt-bun.
Sounds were coming from the front seat. Music was playing, country music, but the reception was bad and static kept overriding it. Only part of Sally's fogged brain noticed.
The rest was imagining, trying to recapture the dream. Yes, there was Ricky again. She couldn't see his face. Her head bumped into the same sharp edge of the front seat that had awakened her. She didn't notice this time.
Sally's fingers sought within the blue terrycloth robe that was still wrapped around her body. The fingers felt the crispness of the pubic fur, then the oily dampness of her aroused twat. Into the cleft of her cunt she slipped a fingertip. It touched her cit. Her body tingled with sweet sensation.
Ricky. Ricky. Ricky. His Name pounded into her to the rhythm of the road. God, she loved him. He was so beautiful. His cock was so beautiful. Big and long and thick, powerful as a locomotive. And it was hers, all hers, buried deep in her greedy pussy.
Sally came. She finger-fucked herself with one hand while the other diddled her cit. Her body writhed around the delicious torment in her snatch, curling like a caterpillar around a sharp stick. A moan of pleasure escaped her throat.
A rustle of movement came from the front seat. "Well, she's still breathing," a voice with a heavy Chicano accent said somewhere above her. "Maybe even coming around a little. Thank God for that, man. I thought you'd killed her, you stupid motherfucker."
"Don't loose your lip on me, boy," came a mumbled reply. "I may just take a mind to knock some of that sass out of you."
Somebody laughed mirthlessly. "That'll be the day," the Chicano said. "Just be glad you didn't hurt her. Estancia would have torn your eyes out and made you eat them."
Estancia! The Name and the picture it conjured up cut through Sally like a knife. She snapped out of her stupor. The afterglow of orgasm died as if switched off.
Suddenly, Sally knew what had happened. She had been kidnapped by two men.
Those must be their voices coming from in front. The Chicano was the one called Carlos, who'd kept her from shutting the door. The other was no doubt the big blond. She shivered as she thought of the evil way he had smiled when he tried to get away. And the look on his face after she kneed him made her sick. It was like something out of a horror movie, not anything human.
He had hit her then. The blow must have knocked her unconscious. She had been bundled into the back of the car and had stayed out till the jarring of the road woke her up.
Sally bit her lip. She felt like screaming. What were they going to do to her?
What did they have to do with Ricky's strange, wild sister? She made herself control her panic. She had to lie still and pretend to be unconscious still. If her captors thought she was out cold she might have a chance to run lot it when they got to wherever they were going.
Someone switched off the radio with a violent twist. "Well, god damn these mountains anyway.
Can't get shit on the radio up here!"
"Don't worry about it, man," Carlos said. "We're almost there. Just around this bend." Sally felt the car sway as it rounded the curve, bouncing and jouncing from the ruts in the road.
The car slowed to a stop. Sally heard the doors opening in front, and feet crunching on sandy soil. "It'd be a lot easier to get the chickie out if you hadn't tapped her so hard, Fred," Carlos said. Fred snorted.
"Don't you worry, boy," the other said. "If you don't wanna strain your little old back, just let me handle her. You go get the cabin open, I'll be right along."
Carlos hesitated for a moment before Sally heard his footsteps trudging away from the car.
Behind Sally the seat back was pushed forward. She could feel cool mountain air kissing her limbs like a lover. She could also feel a presence looming over her.
"Hot damn, but that's one gorgeous piece of ass," Fred murmured to himself.
"Hope that crazy little bitch Estancia don't slit your cunt open to your asshole too soon. I'm just dyin' to try both of `em out."
Heavy hands grasped Sally around the shoulders. She felt herself lifted effortlessly. Her hip banged painfully against the doorframe, and then Fred was holding her in his heavily-muscled arms. He kicked the door shut with his heel and began walking.
Sally let one green eye slip open. As she'd guessed they were in an isolated stretch of the mountains. A stand of pines crawled down a slope to surround a little red cedar cabin on three sides. The downward slope was clear. The road ran down the bill and disappeared around another stand of pines a hundred yards down a slope. If she had a chance, she might be able to make it to the trees.
"Oh, you sweetheart," Fred crooned to himself. "You got yourself one of the hottest little bodies I ever seen. Estancia promised I could play games with you before she finished with you. We gonna have some good times together."
A cold ball of sickness clenched itself In Sally's stomach. She was just absorbing what he'd said as he was looking at her, there in the car. What he said Estancia had planned for her. could it be real? Could anyone be that cruel? She remembered the mad light that had burned in Estancia's coal-black eyes the night before. Sally wanted to die just then. Estancia would surely be capable of doing that to her. She'd be capable of anything.
No opportunity for escape presented itself on the short walk to the cabin.
Though her flesh crawled away from the big man's touch, Sally kept her self-control somehow.
Turning sideways, Fred carried the limp form into the cabin. Carlos was on the floor by the hearth, breaking pine twigs for kindling. "Yeah, get some heat in here, so we don't freeze before this little cunt has a chance to warm us up real good," Fred said. He laid Sally on the floorboards with a bump.
He started to walk away. "Hey, goddamnit!" Carlos yelled from the fireplace.
"Lock that door!"
"Huh?" Fred grunted.
"She might be faking, man. You lock that door before you get out of reach of her, or she might just be gone. And then we're in the shits, man."
"Shit, Carlos, she's sleeping like a baby," Fred said. But he went to the door and shut it tight. Sally heard the clicking of a deadbolt going home.
Lying on her back, her eyes closed, Sally felt hopelessness washing over her.
She was trapped. She'd never had a chance to flee. And she might not get another chance.
Someone would come! She thought with a momentary surge of hope. But the feeling passed as quickly as it had come. No one knew where she was, or even that she was gone. Her father probably wouldn't even be looking for her. Ricky would assume she'd gone back home. He'd find out she hadn't soon, true, and he might even know about the cabin. But he wouldn't necessarily think of looking for her there. And if he did, it would almost certainly be too late to prevent Estancia from doing… what she was going to do.
A heavy footfall sounded beside Sally's head. She fought the urge to turn and look. "Told you. Dead to the world. Let me show you." Fred lowered his bulk to one knee.
Hot sharp pain stabbed into Sally's left breast. She shrieked aloud, her back arching clear off the floor. She screamed again as she fell back. She rolled away, clutching her hands over her boobs. She could feel the bruises starting where Fred's brutally strong fingers had pinched her left tit.
The blond man knelt there dumbfounded, looking at her. By the fireplace Carlos was laughing like a hyena. "I told you, man," he brayed. "You are just so smart. That gringa pussy had you faked right out, you dumb jodido."
Sally was up on her knees, staring through smudged eyes from one to the other;
The terrycloth robe had slipped from one shoulder and fallen, exposing an expanse of her creamy adolescent flesh to where her crossed arms pinned the garment against her jugs. Her breath came in ragged pants.
Fred's face slowly turned purple. "God damn you, bitch," he ground out, getting slowly to his feet. "I'm gonna make you sorry for that."
In two steps he was on her. Carlos had his back turned, getting the fire started. The huge man grabbed Sally by the shoulder and threw her back into the wall. She put her hands down to support herself. Her robe fell open. Her budding pinktipped tits bobbed free, jerking and swaying to the rhythm of her breathing.
The sight of her fired Fred's fury. She was naked before him, naked and helpless, the robe plunging open clear to where the strands of golden cunt fur curled tantalizing in view, speaking of the rich treasures they concealed. He cocked his arm and slapped her once across the tits.
Sally rocked back into the wall, her mouth twisting iii a cry of agony. The sight of her pain spurred him on. Again and again he slapped her tender boobs, flopping them this way and that. His strength was like that of a wild animal.
The raging lust to hurt filled him. It grew greater the more the girl cowered and cried uselessly for mercy.
Suddenly the man's bulk was spun away. He came to his feet and staggered back into a post running from floor to ceiling with a thud that seemed to rock the whole cabin. Carlos was crouched by Sally's side. He'd bounded over from the fireside and pulled the brawny man off her as if he'd been a toy.
Murder glared in Fred's little pig eyes. He huffed his breath out like a boiler venting steam, and started forward.
Unflinching, Carlos faced him. Sally got her first good look at the man who'd just rescued her from the brawny sadist. He was medium-height, as she had seen at first, but what she had not seen was how his thick body was knotted with rippling muscles. He was stocky, built low and solid. Now he crouched, facing the other man on the balls of his feet.
Fred advanced, a lunatic gleam in his eyes. "Don't come no closer, man," `Carlos warned in a low voice. The big man spread his arms.
There was a sharp click. In the space between the two appeared the glittering blade of a switchblade. Carlos stubby brown fingers were wrapped around the hilt. "Another step and this goes in your fat guts, bro'," he hissed.
Sally quit breathing as she watched the scene with mingled horror and hope. Her fits burned as if they were on fire, more pain than she'd ever known in her life. But the pain was dimmed by the thought that her captors might kill each other. Or even that Carlos might kill that vicious bastard Fred. Carlos seemed better-natured than the blond and was obviously not the sadist Fred was. Maybe he'd let her go.
Fred stopped. Something like sanity came into his small blue eyes. For a moment he stood gazing dumbly at the crouching Chicano.
Finally he gave a half-hearted laugh. "Hey, man, take it easy," he said lightly. "No call to get all uptight. I was just havin' a little fun with her.
No harm in that. It's what we got her up here for, ain't it?"
Carlos stayed down, his knife unwavering. "Estancia wants to teach her a lesson. But she wants her in good shape. Not all bruised, or beaten half to death."
"Well, shit, I just got carried away, that's all."
The big man turned away. The Chicano watched him warily for a few seconds, then put the knife away.
He turned his attention to the crouching girl. She looked up at him, `pleading with her clear blue eyes. His next words banished Sally's thoughts that he might help her.
"You are a fine-looking piece of ass, girl," he said, as his eyes traveled over her naked skin. Bright hand-marks burned on her tits, but their shape was perfect, mouth-watering, their skin satiny. Her belly was firm and gently rounded, curving down to the tangle of hair at her crotch. The robe still hid her pussy.
Carlos licked his lips. Sally saw the bulge in his pants. His eyes followed her gaze, and he laughed. "Hey, yeah, that's right. Get a good look at it. You're gonna be gettin' a lot more of it," he said. "I got to admit, watching that gringo bastard work you over was so frightening, my poor prick is all scared stiff!"
Laughing coarsely, he pulled Sally away from the wall and shoved her onto her back. "Stancia said we could have a little fun with you if we wanted," he explained, as he unfastened his belt. He unbuttoned his pants and started unzipping his fly. "Now Fred was getting too carried away with his kind of fun.
My kind ain't going to give you no bruises. And once I get started, you ain't going to want no one to stop me."
Carlos pulled his pants down over his slim hips. His cock sprang out into the open air. In spite of herself, Sally gasped in admiration.
Carlos' cock was a good eight inches of throbbing meat, and a good inch and a half thick. The head of the prick was dark purple. It gave off a heat that Sally could feel, almost as strong as the heat from the fire across the room.
Under other circumstances the sweet waters might have begun to flow in Sally's snatch at the sight of such a magnificent dick. But Fred's beating her fits had driven all erotic thought from her mind.
Still, the sight of that big prick poised over her held her fascinated for a long moment.
Transfixed, Sally watched as Carlos went down to one knee beside her. As she stared at his rigid cock, he reached out and lifted the sides of the fuzzy blue robe, completely exposing her desirable young body.
When he did so the spell was broken. Sally moved in a burst of speed, trying to get out from under him, to escape. The girl never had a chance. Carlos' hands shot out and cupped her heaving tits, pinning her to the rough floor. His palms were cool and dry.
Carlos felt the heat of the girl's body welling up through the skin of his palms. The nasty pale cherries of her nipples were not hard. He smiled to himself as he forced her struggling legs apart, squirming between them with his pelvis. They'd get hard soon enough, once she'd had a taste of what she had to offer.
In a short time Carlos had his hips and legs between Sally's creamy thighs in spite of her resistance. Sally wasn't screaming now. Her teeth were clenched, her alluring lips pressed together in a grim line. She thrashed her yellow head from side to side as she fought him. The only sounds she made were little grunts and squeals of effort.
Propping himself on his elbows, Carlos began to get his mighty cock into position to plow the furrow of Sally's twat. His hands kept hold of the pleasing handles of her jugs. Her efforts made them feel as if they had a life of their own.
Coarse pubic hair rasped the underside of Carlos' huge prick. He fucked his cock several times up and down Sally's cunt-mound, and her heat and energy almost made him spew his load all the way to her bellybutton. That would be a waste, he thought, when he had such a hot, fight, writhing cunt to plug his prick into.
Carlos slid down to bring his cock to bear on the fur-rimmed slash. He prodded once with his hips. His cockhead poked at the top of her pussy, crushed the clitoris against Sally's pubic bone. She caught her breath, and her even white teeth made half-moons along her lower lip.
It hurt!
But it didn't hurt nearly as much as what happened next.
When Sally had been raped by her father, her cunt was all moist and ready from her love-play with Ricky. Even though her cherry had been broken when he fucked her, the pain had not been that great because she was already beginning to be overcome by the pleasure of it.
Now her pussy tunnel was bone-dry. The cunt-oozings of the dream she'd had in the car had dried to nothingness. And now Carlos' enormous prick jabbed once or twice more at her pussy lips, and then plunged all its tremendous length into the unwilling cunt!
This time a cock really did feel like a hot iron being driven into her body. A hot iron covered with broken glass, and big around as a telephone pole. Sally's back arched in pain, and Carlos grunted with delight as he forced her pussy farther up around his cock. She opened. her mouth and screamed till her jaws ached.
Slim fingers turned into claws, reaching for the stocky Chicano's eyes. He let go of the girl's tits and wrapped his brawny arms around her, trapping her arms at her sides in a grip of steel. Furiously Sally butted at her rapist with her head. He shoved his face into the angle of neck and shoulder and pressed so that was impossible. He began to suck on her neck, tasting her fear. She moaned and rolled her blue, blue eyes.
Ruthlessly, that huge battering-ram of a prick hunched into her. Each thrust was impossibly more painful than the last. Sally was certain that the tender insides of her pussy were torn and bleeding She must have suffered irreparable damage down there. Sally's flesh tingled all over with loathing.
Their interlocking bodies became covered with a gleaming sheen of sweat.
Carlos' body was sweating from his fucking, Sally's from her fruitless struggles. If the girl had been thinking more clearly she would have realized her wriggling and straining was giving the Chicano the flick of his life. Few willing partners were ever this active in the sack!
And then the teenaged beauty began to realize something more. The rhythmic, driving of Carlos' cock wasn't hurting so much. In fact, it no longer hurt at all. And the strokes were coming more easily.
The tingling from Sally's scalp to her curling toes was no longer one of hatred and disgust. Instead it was as Canoe himself predicted. He was filling her repeatedly with that mammoth prick of his, and she was starting to groove on it!
Now that her cunt was lubricating, the invading cock was searing the lining of her cunt with pure pleasure. What was the old saying? When rape is inevitable, relax and enjoy…
She'd been able to get off while being raped by her own father. This wasn't all that bad. Carlos fucked with a masterful power Sally's father didn't have.
Ricky had the same power, but it was too painful to think of him.
Soon the girl was well on her way to coming. Her assailant's breathing was becoming more and more jagged, so it was obvious he was getting close too. In her excitement, she began to call out to him.
"Oh Jesus, do it to me, baby," she murmured, eyes closed. "Fuck me good. Fill me up with steaming come, fill me to the tonsils."
"You better believe it," Carlos groaned into the curve of her graceful neck.
His forehead was pressed into the floorboards. He scarcely noticed.
"Oh, I do, I do. Give me all that great big cock" Sally begged. "Give it to me, stuff it up my… mmmmfffgggh!"
Her words were suddenly cut off by something being stuck into her mouth. Her eyes shot open. Her taste buds told her what she'd see, because in the past twenty-four hours they had learned to recognize the taste of cock.
Fred was kneeling at her head, naked from the waist down. Even as she looked at him he reached out and took her by the chin, roughly tilting her head back to take in more of his stiff cock.
A detached part of Sally's mind comprehended then why Fred took pleasure in sadism. He had a lot to compensate for.
In spite of his great physical size, the big blond had a small prick. Less than five inches from the feel of it.
Sally's lips and teeth were closed behind Fred's cockhead. One great hand held her by the lower jaw, to keep her head positioned and possibly to keep from being bitten. The other hand jacked himself off furiously.
Not even having the sadist's ugly little dong shoved in her face brought Sally down, though. Carlos' fucking short-circuited everything but her pleasure centers. Delight filled Sally's being.
Carlos ignored the newcomer. He still nibbled at her neck, sucking on her sweet flesh. His cock drilled into her. She sighed around Fred's prick and came.
Hands balled into fists, Sally rode a wild orgasm. The force of it lifted her ass off the floor in spite of Carlos' weight atop her. Slim tapering legs clamped about his waist, trapping him, forcing him deeper into her boiling box.
The spasming muscles of Sally's cunt sucked the length of his cock like a dozen mouths.
"Jesus!" Carlos gasped. "Here it comes!"
He shot his wad off m Sally's pussy. With three throbbing pumps of his prick Carlos filled her cunt to overflowing. White jism boiled out around the thick shaft of his cock, seeping in cool lines down her downy asscheeks and dripping onto the robe. The oozing come mingled into the dark stain her cunt honey had already made.
As Sally's coming sucked the last drops of hot sperm from his prick, Carlos lifted his head. "Told you," he gasped. "Said she'd enjoy it. The hot little slut just came like it was the last time."
Grunting like a boar in heat, Fred shot his load.
The small stiff prod quivered in Sally's mouth like a tuning fork. Salty come flooded her mouth. Its acrid taste drowned the lingering fires of her climax.
She tried to jerk her head away. Some of the white slime leaked into her windpipe and she choked. She started coughing.
Fred wriggled his hips in ecstasy as Carlos pumped his spent cock, into Sally a few final times as if unwilling to withdraw from that grasping quim. "Damn, that's purely fine," Fred sighed.
He stood up. Carlos pulled his cock out of Sally's snatch with a wet plop! A few last drops of come drooled from its tip as he stood up too. They fell on her belly, one or two dewing the honey-colored curls of her bush.
"You're a damn good fuck, baby," Carlos said. Sally lay on her back, looking up at him without expression.
"We're going to tie you to that post there, to keep you out of trouble, you know?" the Chicano continued, pulling up his trousers. "And hey, you can see it's not going to be that bed, que no?" He grinned.
"At least not till Estancia gets here," Fred rumbled.
Shiny tears began to roll down Sally's smooth cheeks.