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Chicken Hawk: Karen (2/5) [m/f, rape, torture, yf
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I didn't return to the hotel room until around eight that evening.
Karen had been cuffed to the bed for over three hours by then, and the
morphine I'd given her had worn off and she was looking pretty
bedraggled, sweaty and cold, her hair a tangled mess, lying nude in
that drafty rundown hotel, but she'd managed to squirm her body around
and I guess she'd used her feet to work some of the bed clothes loose,
so that the lower half of her body was covered with a rumpled mass of
sheets and blanket and bedspread. I dropped my bag of toys and food
on the dresser across from the foot of the bed and hung my jacket in
the closet, careful to leave my shoes on the rubber mat next to the
chair so I wouldn't track filth around the threadbare but mercifully
clean carpet. Vito thought I was insane, that I paid someone to clean
it every few months.
I went into the bathroom to take a piss, as I spoke to my prize
through the open door. "Are you ready for some more 'looovvvin',
honey?" I drawled lewdly, walking back to stand next to her head with
my dick hanging limply from my fly. I had taken off my flannel shirt
and was standing there in socks, jeans and t-shirt, fisting my cock as
I stroked her long curly hair.
"Get away from me!" she shrieked hysterically, "I hate you! You're
EVIL!" It was obvious from her swollen eyes and tear-stained cheeks
that she had been crying almost continuously while I'd been gone. I
pulled the blankets and sheets from the lower half of her body and
tossed them into the bottom of the closet.
I needed something to get me hard; I knew a good belting would perk my
dick right up. I remembered that she hadn't eaten since I'd bought
her that burger.
"I bought you a sandwich, I hope tuna's ok." I rummaged around in the
bag. "And a coke, some chips, a pickle. Kaufman's has the best
pickles, though I hear they're not really kosher."
I held one of the sandwich quarters to her face but she turned away
without speaking. I grabbed one of her nipples and twisted, hard.
"You ANSWER me when I ask you a question!" I barked at her as she
cried out. I slapped her face and she cried out again.
"I'm not hungry," she squealed, as I raised my hand to strike her
again.
"Suit yourself," I shrugged. I wrapped the sandwich back up and put
it and the coke and pickle into the little mini fridge I kept in the
closet. I pulled my belt out of my pants and stepped out of them,
folding them carefully and placing them in the dresser drawer. I
removed my underwear and tossed it into the bottom of the closet with
the bed clothes.
Doubling the belt in my fist I struck Karen square across the front of
her naked muscular thighs, blow after blow raising beautiful, wide red
weals all up and down her legs. My cocked started to stiffen almost
immediately, hypnotized by her twisting arching torso flailing to the
tempo of the belt smacking into her legs, her shrieking, screaming
cries creating a lovely harmony to my rhythmic beating. After a few
dozen blows had fallen, I stopped, and plunged my hand between her
thighs. Her legs were nearly paralyzed from the pain of the tanning
I'd just given them; she offered no resistance; her knees fell open
lewdly, and my hand came up dripping wet. Her eyes were screwed shut
and she was sobbing in long choking gasps, saliva drooling from her
mouth... inviting me to slip my cock in. Quickly, I released her
left hand from the cuff securing it to the ring in the wall and using
more of the duct tape from earlier that afternoon when I had bound her
legs, I secured the left arm to her side by wrapping a few loops of
tape completely around her body just below shoulder level, and just
above the elbow. With her left arm secured I then released her right
arm and taped it too to her body. The silver duct tape above and
below her breasts pulling at the skin made them jut out nicely, and
the silver tape wrapped in wide bands around her body was somehow
arousing. Her arms were free to move from the elbow, but without
being able to use her shoulders, she could not gain any leverage to
push or strike at me.
Karen was still sobbing, the front of her legs a beautiful flaming red
mass of weals. Grabbing her by the ankles, I spun her body sideways
so that she was laying crosswise on the bed on her back, her head
dangling back over the edge, her hair hanging to the floor.
"What are you going to do to me now?" she moaned, fear making her
voice quaver. "Please don't hurt me anymore, I'll do whatever you
want, I promise."
I laughed out loud at her, and grabbed the back of her neck firmly
with my right hand, and pinched her little pig nose shut with my left.
"Of course you'll do what I want, bitch," I smiled, quickly jamming my
stiff meat between her lips when she opened her mouth in surprise at
the sudden loss of oxygen. "You haven't got a choice."
I let go of Karen's nose then, and grabbing the back of her head for
more control, I bent my knees and thrust the head of my cock at the
back of her throat. With her head bent backwards like it was, I had a
clear shot straight down her esophagus. Muffled panicked choking
sounds came from around my thrusting dick as I slammed the full length
of it into her gullet, my hairy balls, swollen with lust, slapping
against her nose. She was twisting and writhing, her throat muscles
spasming convulsively as I raped her face; her reflexive gagging
milking my cock like the most experienced slut's cunt. As I continued
pistoning my dick in her maw, her thrashing increased in intensity,
her feet kicking involuntarily, and though I couldn't see her face I
imagined it was a beautiful purple hue, probably nearly blue. Her
thrashing started to weaken, and reluctantly, I pulled my cock from
between Karen's lips and rubbed it around her face, saliva drooling
from it's length. She choked and coughed, her breasts heaving as she
struggled to breathe after I had nearly suffocated her. I was nowhere
near ready to ejaculate; I had slipped a studded leather cock-ring
around my cock and balls after I'd taken that piss, and I'd be rock
hard for at least an hour yet without coming. I'd scored some really
fine crystal meth while I was out, too, and between the crank and my
natural psychoticly induced sexual frenzy, I'd be filling this little
tramp in almost every hole, non-stop, for the better part of the next
thirty-six hours; by the end of it she'd be begging me not to leave
her, to fuck her harder and longer and deeper, to be her master
forever.
Right THEN, though, my dick was threatening to jump off my groin and
crawl up the nearest hole by itself. It NEEDED to fuck something,
anything.
Karen had started moaning, her voice rasping and raw from the recent
abuse of her vocal cords. Going around to the other side of the bed,
I rolled her over on her stomach. She screamed hoarsely as the raw,
whipped flesh of her legs made contact with the bedsheet. I had
decided it was time to spread her knees on the spreader bar I had
made; leaving her there crying, I returned from the closet with the
bar, and climbed onto the bed, fastening first her left knee at the
one end of the bar, tightly buckling the strap secured there just
above her knee, and then fastening the second strap on the other end
so that her knees were spread almost three feet apart. I then bent
her legs back at the knees, and securely taped her ankles to the backs
of her legs. With her arms and legs securely bound, she was
completely helpless, and at my mercy. The spreader bar made a useful
means of hauling her around as well.
When I had done securing her legs, I grabbed Karen by the hips and
pulled her to what would have been a kneeling position; her knees
supported her on the bed, her legs bent double, the top part of her
body resting uncomfortably on her breast bone and shoulders, her head
turned sideways. She was crying softly and continuously, swallowing
occasionally; it was obvious her throat was still sore from it's
recent rape. She attempted unsuccessfully to support some of her
weight with the free length of her arms.
"You ever been fucked in the ass?" I asked her, as I pressed my dick
against the entrance to her pussy.
She wailed franticly, but bound as she was she could move only
imperceptibly. "Nooooo..." She moaned, "Please don't put it in my
butt, pleeeeaaaase....."
I slapped her ass as hard as I could and thrust my raging boner into
her tight cunt. The only lubrication she had right then was the cum
left in her from my first reaming, and she yelped at the dry burning
pain she must have felt as my fat hard cock opened her up.
"Answer my question!" I slapped her again, pulling out and re-pene-
trating with a savage lust. The speed I had taken while I was out was
starting to peak in my bloodstream and it felt like the entire essence
of my existence lived in the thick ten inches of muscle buried in this
teenager's small, tight pussy.
I lived to fuck.
I was thrusting my hips forward with as much force as I was using to
pull her hips towards me, each forward motion driving my cock into her
channel with a bone-crunching fury, my balls slapping forward to
tickle her clit as my hairy belly came in contact with her parted
ass-cheeks. Karen had stopped actually shrieking and was making a
high, keening noise from deep within her. I slowed my humping down a
bit as I noticed my cock bearing a thin coat of blood; my fat dick
must've scraped her dry channel raw. I still expected to get a lot
more days use out of this one, and I also wanted to get a fair price
for her. It hardly mattered if she were a little torn up or sore
inside, but she would be worthless dead or dying; she needed to be in
decent enough shape for someone else to get a rise out of her when
they fucked her. This was all before the AIDS epidemic, at least, or I
might've been worried for myself, with the blood and all.
I continued fucking her for another five minutes or so, according to
the clock on the dresser, the cock-ring and drugs keeping me hard and
preventing me from coming. Her moaning had taken on a new edge, and I
suspected she was getting aroused, partly or largely from all the pain
I'd been inflicting with my dick. I was getting tired from having to
support her, she was after all, probably 90 lbs. or so, even if small
for her age. I pulled out of her, and let her flop forward on the
bed. She lay there face down, not moving, nor crying much, breathing
softly. I knelt down on the bed and stroked the perfect, smooth
creamy cheeks of her ass. I spanked her ass for a few minutes,
watching it turn a lovely crimson, periodically thrusting my hand
between her legs to feel the moisture forming there, to pinch and
pull her pulsating button, the spanking arousing her more and more.
I re-entered her, flopping my full weight on her back and thrust my
cock into her now slickly lubed channel, her breath whooshing from her
lungs at the unexpected pressure. She moaned and twisted beneath me
as my wiry pubic hair ground against her flaming butt cheeks, and not
surprisingly, she started grinding her ass back at me as she lay
pinned under my weight, moans of pleasure mixing in with the harsher
cries of pain. I ground my swollen, engorged member in her pussy for
quite a while, exulting in the way her cunt, now spasming in the first
of many pain-induced orgasms, gripped and stroked my rod. As the last
ripple washed over her body I pulled out of her, a small bit of the
original blood mixing with her own cum glistening on my cock.
Deftly, I flipped her over so she was on her back. She stared at me,
rather wild-eyed, her knees bent underneath her then. It must have
been uncomfortable, even painful. She seemed to have lost a lot of
her fight after this last vicious banging and humiliating orgasm; I
think she was finally understanding how helpless she was to prevent me
from doing to her body whatever I pleased, and perhaps, like that old
joke, she'd finally decided to just relax and enjoy it.
My dick gleamed red in the light of the naked bulb dangling from the
ceiling directly over the bed. I had strung some multicolored
Christmas lights around the perimeter of the ceiling shortly after I'd
been given this space, and I turned them on, extinguishing the
overhead light.
I smiled at Karen.
"You still haven't answered my question about whether you've been
fucked up the ass ever." I crawled up her body so that my glistening,
rock hard cock danced over her face.
"No," she told me. She didn't cry or curse me when she answered this
time.
"Good." I smiled. "I like virgin asses, they're nice and tight, and
it'll hurt like hell for you."
She whimpered then. "Why do you want to hurt me??" she moaned
patheticly. "I'll do whatever you say, you don't need to hurt me"
I reached behind me and finding her little clit I gave it a painful
twist. She jumped.
"You know hard you just came. My dick is wet with your lust, you've
never come like that in your life, and I MADE IT HAPPEN!" Something
about her question had stirred me up. "Whether you like it or admit
it, it's TRUE. Now lick my dick!" I ordered her.
"It's DIRTY!" she protested. She turned her head away from my slick
hard member, and pressed her lips shut. I grabbed beneath my legs
where I had been sitting on her breasts and pulled and twisted both of
her nipples. Karen struggled hard to keep her lips pressed shut as I
tortured her tits, twisting her nipples and squeezing the globes as
hard as I could, but finally she screamed, and I slipped my dick past
her lips. I grabbed her hair by the roots at the sides of her head
and began fucking her face again, while she twisted franticly, trying
to dislodge my dick from her mouth. I imagined the taste of the blood
and funk from her cunt were a new experience for her. Satisfied that
she had sufficiently cleaned the filth of her loins from my rod, I
pulled my still hard cock from her mouth and immediately clamped a
hand over it. I leaned my face directly over hers and placed my other
hand on her throat, rubbing downward with gentle stroking motions.
"Swallow." I whispered menacingly, as she stared wild-eyed into my
hard cold eyes, breathing heavily through her nose as my hand covered
her mouth.
"I have my hand on your throat; if I don't feel you swallow, I'm going
to bite your nipple off." This time, I knew I really meant it. I
moved back down her body and clamped my teeth on her swollen, sore
right nipple and slowly began biting down. As I bit down harder and
harder, I felt her throat muscles ripple, once, twice, three, four,
five times, faster and more franticly, as my teethe threatened to
break the tender skin of her areola. Reluctantly, I unclamped my
teeth. I had to concentrate hard on not ruining her resale value, the
crank and cock-ring adding to my natural psychotic frenzy. I lifted
my hand from her mouth, and laughed as she gasped a healthy lungful of
air and loosed a blood-curdling scream. I suspected it was more fear
that I would bite her nipple off than actual pain that made her howl
this time. I climbed off her body and grabbing the bar stretching her
knees apart, I spun her body so her head was then near the foot of the
bed, her knees near the middle of the length.
The Christmas lights gave a strangely macabre essence to the scene in
that hotel room, the multicolored lights tracing a festive pattern on
the silver duct tape, glistening brightly in the cold sweaty patches
that gleamed on Karen's nude, bound body. I pulled a ball gag from my
bag of tricks and shoved it between her mouth as she struggled to
protest, fastening it securely behind her head.
"It makes the experience so much more... intense, if you can't cry
out," I explained, as muffled noises escaped from around the gag. I
climbed on the bed facing her, bringing with me my paper bag full of
goodies, and grabbing the spreader bar between her knees, I pushed it
all the way up and back so that it was pressed flush against Karen's
torso, her little ass muscle and pussy and buttocks exposed to my
attentions.
At first, I just held the bar there as I knelt back on my heels and
rubbed and pulled and twisted on her little clit, my cock dancing
between her cheeks, watching as the little tart became more and more
excited, muffled squeaks of pleasure leaking out around the gag, her
hips rocking slowly, the fleshy lips of her young pussy periodically
rippling with the waves of yet another building orgasm. I pulled a
jar of lubricant from the bag of playthings, and a long thin pink
rubber butt probe, and lubed it generously. Slowly, I forced the
knobby end through the tight virgin bud of her asshole, still grinding
her clit vigorously with the palm of my left hand in a rolling fucking
motion. I could tell she clamped the muscle down around the probe by
the resistance I met sliding it in, but the rolling waves of a
building orgasm conflicted with her desire to keep the intruder out of
her ass, and I slid the slim length in another two inches, where it
met more resistance. There was no need to force the probe further, I
would use my hard cock to open her rectum up fully. Her pussy was
dripping wet then from my clit-rubbing, and holding the bar between
her knees with both hands, I knelt up and thrust my cock into her
cunt, to gather the lubrication I would need to penetrate her tight
tight ass. She humped up to meet my thrust, and moaned deep in her
chest; her lust belying the tears still rolling down the sides of her
cheeks. I pulled out quickly and pressed the head of my cock against
the tight little button of her ass. Letting the spreader bar rest
against my t-shirted chest, I grabbed the sides of her hips and leaned
forward, curling her legs back upon herself, her buttocks curled up
into the air as my cockhead pressed insistently at her anus. The
moans in her chest had become higher pitched, and with a final effort
the massive head of my cock popped through the hard ring of muscle,
lodging in the soft warm end of her rectum.
"Loosen up baby, don't fight it," I cautioned her. "You want it, you
can feel how wet your pussy is." An involuntary moan of pleasure
escaped me as I sunk my shaft another two inches into her tight hot
ass, the hard tight rubberband of her sphincter muscle squeezing my
shaft. Still eight more inches to go, and I was rock hard and ready.
Karen looked as if she were sprouting from my groin, my huge shaft
buried partways into her tight virgin ass, dilating it at least 2,
maybe 3 inches, splitting her cheeks impossibly wide. I imagined the
horrific screams she would be unleashing right then, if she hadn't
been gagged. That fantasy made me nearly come, but I gained control.
I forced another two inches down into her butt, and was rewarded with
a high-pitched whistling, wheezing sound erupting from her chest,
hissing through and around the gag. Encouraged, I leaned harder, and
finally, I drove the full ten inches of my fat cock deep into her
rectum. It was an effort not to shoot my load as I stopped for a
moment, experiencing the full length of my cock buried in her gut, the
soft, warm walls of Karen's rectum convulsively gripping my shaft,
caressing it's length as the lower half of her body spasmed in the
throes of unspeakable agony. She was managing to make a fair keening
wailing noise from around the ball gag, but I wanted her to be able to
breathe through the gag; she wouldn't be able to do that if I'd
covered her mouth with duct tape, and the ball gag was more secure;
from experience I had learned that tape would eventually come loose
from saliva and straining.
I reached back to put a finger at the opening of her pussy; sure
enough, it was still sopping wet, and her clit jumped and danced,
fully engorged, when I brushed my finger over it. I reached around
her spread legs and grabbing her tits for support I began at last to
really fuck her behind.
Slowly at first, I pulled my cock about halfway out of her ass,
watching as it threatened to pull her inside out, then pressed it back
in, the incredible heat of her bowels making it hard to manage much
self-control. I marveled at the tightness of her virgin sphincter,
how the muscle rolled tightly up and down the length of my meat as I
slowly reamed it in and out of her butt. She bled some, most
unwilling virgin buttholes do; it wasn't a whole lot, and it added
some lubrication. I started pounding her butt in earnest then, losing
all control, slamming the full length of my now shit and blood-covered
cock in and out of her asshole. I hardly cared then how badly I was
tearing her up inside; it wouldn't show when Nunzio collected her, as
long as she wasn't still bleeding, and nothing could compare to the
ecstatic sensations of slamming virgin butt. I rocked back and forth
riding in and out of her cornhole, squeezing her breasts brutally as I
clutched them for support in my humping frenzy. I drilled that dick of
mine in and out of her clutching asshole, bullying it as far into her
gut as I could force it, rocking and rolling and humping into that
little teenager until finally, cock-ring, crank, and all, I came,
thrusting hard and deep into her colon, geyser after geyser of my
semen shooting up into her belly.
I pulled my dick from Karen's ass with a wet popping sound, smiling as
strings of my cum mixed with the blood and shit of her virgin ass
dripped from my dick to the sheets beneath me. I hummed happily as I
I watched her newly initiated ass-muscle wink spasmodicly, rivulets of
my semen mixed with Karen's blood and shit dribbling from her rectum
to pool between her legs, only sorry that I hadn't thought to place a
towel of some sort underneath her to catch the fluids that would
invariably leak from her body over the next day or so.
The cock ring had kept me hard for longer than I would have imagined;
I glanced at the clock and was shocked to see that I had been
pistoning my dick in her ass for well over half an hour. This Karen
bitch was now writhing before me, in obvious agony, twisting her head
from side to side, tears of anguish flying from her face, so I knew I
hadn't damaged her too badly; she would have fainted by then like that
Gary kid had, another time I'd lost control, but she was healthy;
red-faced, and kicking. Her ass was not even bleeding at all by the
time I pulled out, the blood in my cum wasn't fresh, so I knew I
hadn't ruptured her. It was nearly eleven then, and I needed to get
away from the seedy hotel for a while, go home, feed my cats, water
the plants, jog around the fucking park, except not after dark. With
all that crank still jogging through my veins and my hard-on spent, I
needed to GET OUT. I showered, quickly washing my filthy member using
the \Shower Massage/ I'd installed so I wouldn't have to touch the
filth of her innards, crusted on my groin, incidentally reviving my
prick just enough to make it the least bit hard and give me the
motivation to prepare Karen for when I returned. I slipped on a clean
pair of briefs from the dresser drawer, liking the soft feel of the
cotton against my half-hard cock.
I went back into the bathroom and returned with my jar of \HEET/, a
muscle liniment. It was the water soluble kind; I'd be able to wash
it off Karen's body when I was done with the next stage of her
treatment, so I wouldn't have to worry about any of it burning my own
sensitive parts. I lifted the girl by her spreader bar, and twisted
her sideways on the bed again, so her feet were facing towards me as I
stood in front of the bathroom, the light illuminating me from behind.
I cut a number of generous strips of silver tape and laid them
carefully face up on the bed next to her prone body. Then, taking a
medium sized studded black rubber vibrating dildo from the bag of toys
I'd deposited on the bed, I scooped a generous glop of \HEET/ from the
jar and liberally coated the dildo with the slick gel. Karen just
stared at me, breathing hard. In the dim illumination of the
Christmas lights, I was sure she didn't know what I was using to
lubricate it with. I turned the vibrator up on high.
I smiled evilly at her.
I grabbed the spreader bar and curled her back on herself, her cunt
and ravaged asshole pointing straight up. She whimpered behind the
gag, not knowing what to expect. I rammed the coated dildo all the
way into her cunt, still raw and sore from when I had dry fucked it,
I'm sure, and working quickly, I taped over her cunt and pussy, laying
a thick wide layer of tape that ran from her belly, between her legs
to her back, an effective harness to keep the vibrating, \HEET/
coated, nubbed dildo firmly in her pussy, and wound a strip twice
around her torso to hold the crotch band in place.
I began to laugh then, as I could see her brain slowly registering
what was happening, as the \HEET/ began to seep into the tender, raw
skin of the pussy I'd brutally raped only an hour or so earlier. Her
hips flipped up towards her chest, and I watched as her belly muscles
contracted, futilely trying to expel the instrument of torture buried
in her loins. Her knees flipped down again, her back arched, and a
goddawful wail vibrated from her chest. Her knees flipped up and down
again a number of times as her brain overloaded, trying to find a
position that would ease the burning deep within her belly. I
realized her electrified movements might flip her off the bed so she
would crack her skull open on the floor, so I dragged her back to the
head of the bed and locked the two set of handcuffs dangling from the
wall to the bar holding her knees apart. She could rattle and twist
sideways in her futile attempts to relieve the fire in her loins, but
she was safe from injuring herself falling off the bed. I dressed,
laughing and humming, interrupting my tune to laugh out loud at the
sight of Karen's anguished gyrations, and I put on my coat and left to
get some fresh air, such as it exists in this city.
===END PART II===
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