"Man, she's good, she's… unnnghhh!"
Oh, no, no! Carol had secretly been hoping that both of them would fuck her at the same time. She wasn't brazen enough yet to beg for that. But still she'd hoped that somehow one of them would read her mind, would throw her on the ground and shove his dick in her cunt while the other tried to fuck her in the ass.
"Fuck, gonna… shoot!"
Carol screamed, matching his strangled sound of triumph. The ferocity of his lust was matched by hers. Fucking this way in this obscene, doggie-like position drove her to wild sexual heights. Oh, yes, she enjoyed being raped and beaten this way. All her complaints evaporated under the heat of her raging pussy. The humiliation was a small price to pay for the wonderful sensations burning her. Ron had fucked her quickly, his cum scalding the sides of her cunt and spilling out onto her thighs. His jizz caked on her thick pussy-hairs, the force of his attack wrinkling her cunt-lips. He drew out his cock, grunting like a satisfied animal.
"She good?"
"Man, like nothin' you ever fucked before. She milks your cock, milks it!" Ron said with surprise.
Carol groaned. It was true. She felt her pussy muscles contracting, relaxing, then contracting again, grabbing at the hammering dick, letting it go, then clenching at it again. She was so hot she couldn't control what was happening down there. Her cunt had taken on a life of its own.
"She gobbles it up."
Ron laughed, pushing his dick back into his Levi's. Now she was the subject of derision, something to be used, laughed at and thrown away.
"Okay, man, get outta the way. I'm next."
Somewhere in the distance Carol heard the birds singing. It was the calm after that terrible storm that had driven her aunt and uncle into town to help the less fortunate. A faint breeze came up, fresh and clean, bringing in the smell of the wet grass and ground ahead. The fog was breaking up. Everything was deceptively peaceful.
Jack came over. Carol gasped and tensed, breathing deeply through her nose. She wondered what more degradation would be worked against her.
As with Ron, Billy's other friend took Carol quickly, holding onto her butt, drilling his cock into her with little ceremony. With each fucking thrust, the blonde woman imagined how big his dick must be. Neither of the men had anything the size of Billy. Still their cocks had stirred up a morass of emotions, making her pant for more dick-meat.
"Man, gonna shoot!"
The strained quality of his voice told Carol the young man was near orgasm. She clenched her thighs, wiggling them back and forth, feeling the hard bark scraping her flesh as bursts of hot jizz spattered against her cuntal walls. Ohhh, she was being stuffed with cum. Billy laughed as he watched Jack's spunk drive out Ron's. The young girl shivered as she felt the hot liquid burn down the backs of her legs.
"Man, hot little twat!" Jack said, pulling his cock out with a squishy sound.
"And she's still ready for more," Billy observed. He raised one leg and pressed his toe against her cunt. They watched as Carol shivered, moved her ass back and tilted it up as if she were ready for more cock.
"Man, she'll take on anything any time!" Ron commented dryly.
"How about that knife?"
Jack had shoved the switchblade back in his rear pocket. But when Billy made that suggestion he grinned, reached back, and pulled out the ivory handled instrument. Pressing the button, the young man smiled more broadly, twisting the blade back and forth, staring at the cutting edge, then moving his eyes down to Carol's butt.
"Oh, no!" she moaned, her eyes bugging out when she saw what was going to happen. She tried to fight down the new surge of growing terror. Being fucked and beaten with a bolt was one thing. But this, this could kill her. She had been so close to mutilation so many times that for a few seconds the threat of this blade did little for her. Then the thought that the instrument could do far more damage than a belt or whip scorched her mind.
"Let 'er squeal, just like the pig she is," Billy said.
Carol raised her head, eyes wide, and focused on the knife. Her lower lip pouted and quivered, Jack let the blade move almost as if it had its own power. Down it went, shaving the tiny body hairs growing out of her buttocks. Carol let out a shivery moan, her flesh puckering up into goosepimples. Then Jack let the blade cut the girl's asscheeks, drawing a faint trickle of blood.
Carol screamed, throwing her head back. Jack laughed and bore down harder, making a tiny slit in her smooth rounded buttocks. Her hands beat the earth, scattering the brown and gray twigs. Her legs stirred dust. Caked mud flew up in all directions as she struggled with her tormentors.
The blonde teen screamed again, twisting, trying to break free. But it was futile. The knife traced a circular trail down to her pussy. Carol tensed, waiting for the blade to cut out her snatch. That was what they'd threatened to do to her, and she was certain they would carry out their threat.
"Ohhhhh!"
The difference between the cold cutting blade and her hot pussy-lips made her snatch tremble, then snap shut. The edge of the knife cut into her trembling outer labes, leaving tiny silts that burned as her snatch-juice trickled over them.
"Stop it!" Carol pleaded. Her chest hurt from the growing terror. Her breath came in gasps. Soon, soon it would be all over. Soon they would kill her and she would be at peace. Death, Carol began to think, would be the only way she could escape.
CHAPTER TEN
"Hey, my old man's gonna be home soon. Let's get 'er down and get outta here," Billy said.
Jack twisted the blade in the girl's pussy, watching as she bobbed her ass, moving it away from him, then plunging it back. Carol shamelessly felt her juice flowing out from her cunt-hole, burning like acid into the tiny slits caused by the cutting edge of that big switchblade. The thought that he could mutilate her for life with that knife excited the boil out of her.
Then Jack dragged the end of the blade back to the bottom of her cunt-mouth, slid it up to her clit and toyed with her clit.
"No, don't… cut… that…"
Her face was a mask of extreme concentration.
Buzzing, spinning flashes of terror tore through her mind as the big farm boy slowly moved the tip of the knife wound and around her tiny sex organ.
Involuntarily, Carol shoved her ass back at Jack. The tip of the knife slipped around the rim of her cunt, then moved away.
"All right, man," Jack said reluctantly, taking the knife away and closing the blade.
Carol let out her breath, her muscles slackening. Something told her ordeal was nearly over. One or two more hurdles and she'd be through with it.
Carol almost laughed, pressing her knuckles in her mouth and shaking her head from side to side.
Carol shook her head violently back and forth, trying to drive thoughts like those away. Still, some shreds of decency remained, the girl thought grimly to herself. Still, something was telling her not to do this.
The blonde girl didn't care if Billy and his friends stood over her and watched or not. The last shred of decency left her. Now the only thing remaining was her cunt… a throbbing, pulsing organ that had to be satisfied with anything at hand. She growled, biting her fingers, sliding her face over the tough tree trunk, feeling her pussy grow hotter, wetter and tighter under the man's ministrations. She let out short gasps in between her moans, feeling her cunt closing down on his prick. Ohh, how she wished she could have something inside her, something big, something that would stretch her pussy membranes apart. Carol wanted to be fucked, to have that sensation of being filled. As awful as the boys were, at least they had big dicks, had something that took care of the raging fire in her pussy.