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Chicken Hawk: Karen (3/5) [m/f, rape, torture, yf
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I took the train back to my apartment, fed the cats, watered the
plants, tried to eat, but I was too wired. I knew I'd have to force
some food into the piece of tail I had waiting for me back in the
hotel room in Times Square, though, or she'd be too weak to be much
fun after a few more "sessions", unless I cranked her up like I was.
But frankly, I didn't want to waste any of my blow on her. Though I
imagined it would be one HELLUVA ride, bucking around on some bound
down wench who was speeding her ass off. I decided to save that
experiment for another time, another girl.
I walked around the neighborhood, nodding at Mrs. Levitz, smiling at
the two queers on Neighborhood Watch that night who lived on the first
floor of my walk-up. There was a deli around the block that closed at
midnight, I stopped in there for some rolls, none of the cold cuts
were worth shit; I was too cranked still, and frankly, their cheese
was tough and the olive loaf, Oscar fucking Mayer made better, but it
still beat chili dogs from the 7-Eleven, so I grabbed some anyway.
I paced around my apartment, did a couple hard laps on the Stairmaster
through Letterman's monologue, showered, paced, climbed the fucking
walls, and headed back to the room over the arcade. I had pussy on my
brain, my dick wouldn't stay down, I needed at that tasty little bitch
I'd left tied to the bed. I paced the subway train the whole way
back; bums were edging away from me, I was acting so juiced.
When I arrived, I dumped the food on the dresser, hung up my jacket,
and immediately skimmed off my shoes, socks, pants and briefs and sat
down on the little chair next to the bed, to stroke my raging boner,
swilling one of the beers I kept stashed in the little fridge in the
closet. I drink like a guppy when I'm "on", it's partly why I work
out so much, to avoid a damn beer gut.
I stroked my cock, watching Karen resting as best she could,
sweat-soaked and exhausted, her legs bent double over the bar and
secured to the rings in the wall, undulating slowly as the vibrator
coated with muscle liniment I'd crammed in her cunt before I'd left
continued to do it's work. She'd probably been coming for well over
an hour; it was past 1am, and the \Heet/ had long since stopped
burning inside her. I knew from experience that the effect only
really lasted 15, maybe 20 minutes. She was moaning gutturally,
drooling around the ball gag, rolling her head from side to side,
hardly aware that I was there, she was so lost in her own pleasure.
I pulled the gag from Karen's mouth, and she lay there with her jaw
hanging open. I'm sure it ached from being forced open for so long.
I'd need to take the tape off her body soon and truss her up with the
leather harnesses I kept stored in the closet; the tape would leave
nasty residue and tear at her skin, give her a nasty rash, if I left
it there too long. She needed to be blemish free in a little over a
day. I placed the piece of her shirt that I'd used to wipe the
shaving cream off her cunt with over the spot where my cum had leaked
out of her ass after I'd taken it's cherry, and I unhooked the knee
spreader bar from the wall and grabbed her unprotesting, bound body by
the shoulders and dragged it down the length of the bed so that she
was now in the center of the bed with her head pointing towards the
foot.
I was intending to have some fun with her in the shower; she needed to
be freshened up for the next phase of my little private party, but my
prick was insisting on another lick at her still fresh asshole. I
rolled this little fourteen-year-old honey onto her stomach, and cut
the tape that was securing her ankles to her thighs and removed the
bar that was holding her knees lewdly spread. I knew I couldn't keep
her immobilized like that for too much longer without crippling her.
Her calves stayed folded against the backs of her thighs; I pulled
roughly on her ankles, stretching her leg muscles by force. She
screamed at the tearing pain in her calf muscles and hamstrings.
Unused to their new freedom, they strained to remain contracted. I
knelt on the back of her ankles and began cutting away the tape that
created the harness that was holding the vibrating dildo jammed in her
snatch, tearing at the tape, knowing that the quick burning pain as it
ripped from her flesh would hardly quiet the agony coursing through
the backs of her legs. Her shrieking did escalate though as I tore
the heavy tape from her bald, shaved twat, and her screaming was
exciting my lust to such a peak that I had to have her, right then, in
the ass, with that dildo still jammed in her pussy.
I grabbed her slim young hips and pulled her to her knees. Her
screaming turned to moans of pleasure as her new kneeling position
eased the pain in her calf muscles, and the dildo slid pleasurably
inside her. Kneeling over her slim frame, I pulled her ass cheeks
wide apart, and pressed the bulging head of my cock against the button
of her ass. I didn't think it was going to fit this time, with her
cunt filled by that vibrator, but I found that she reflexively
constricted and then immediately relaxed her ass muscle when I
walloped her buttocks, so spanking and thrusting in careful rhythm, I
slowly managed to force my thick cock into the narrow tight channel of
her rectum.
It was the most incredible sensation, that vibrator stuffed into her
gash purring against my throbbing rod buried in her neighboring
tunnel. I could feel the heat of the motor that had been running for
almost two hours, I could feel every nub through the tightly stretched
walls of her cunt, if I hadn't been so cranked I would've shot off
right then as soon as I popped this little bitch, but it was almost as
if I couldn't come if I had wanted to, and I started slowly grinding
my dick in her ass as Karen shrieked and twisted beneath the punishing
action of my meat slowly moving deep inside her.
I had just enough control to realize that there truly was a danger of
rupturing her, as unused to fanny fucking as she was. I pulled out and
flipped her over on her back, and grabbing the back of her knees I
pushed her legs towards her chest and re-penetrated her, with that
incredible vibrator still massaging my tool. I knelt back then so I
was actually sitting on my heels, with her legs around my sides and my
dick buried up her ass. I had a clear grip on the base of the dong,
her bald plump mound displayed there in my lap.
Karen lay there and moaned, pitifully prone, as I started fucking her,
and myself, with the dildo buried in her box, reaming it into her
faster and harder as it rubbed up and down the length of my shaft from
inside her body, its head bumping along the ridge of mine as I slammed
it into her. I pulled at her plump pussy lips with my free hand,
pinching and twisting them painfully, alternately slapping her belly
so that her groin muscles would contract, involuntarily milking my
cock. Finally though, after masturbating myself from inside her
bowels with this humming dildo, I really needed to HUMP her. I pulled
the dildo out of her snatch, her juices dripping wetly from her slit,
drooling off the head of the dong, shining multi-colored in the dim
glow of the Christmas lights, and she groaned in relief even as I
curled her legs back and knelt over her and started really banging
down into her butt. I leaned all the way over her so that I was
biting and clawing at her tits; she started rocking in rhythm with my
cock grinding in her ass, grunting more in pleasure than pain now even
as I mauled her.
"Tell me you WANT it, whore!," I punctuated this order with a deep
hard thrust that made her yelp.
"No.." she moaned, tears leaking from her swollen eyes.
I pinched her clit between my fingernails as I pulled completely out
of her and then brutally re-penetrated, my balls slapping against her
curled spine as I speared her, my hairy belly slamming into her cleft
buttocks.
"Tell me YOU WANT IT!," I roared. She was about to come, and I would
MAKE her beg me this time. I ground my hips in a circular motion, my
cock twisting in the depth of her bowels. Karen moaned, her eyes
squeezed tightly shut as she writhed helplessly, skewered on my rod.
"Beg me to fuck you, deeper, HARDER!" I slapped her face, keeping
tempo with my damaging thrusts, again and again, as she moaned and
twisted, my cock reaming in and out of her rectum, tearing her open,
the tight muscle of her ass gripping my cock as I rammed it home,
twisting slightly, knowing the angle would cause her excruciating
pain.
She shrieked, and began begging, wailing patheticly. "Please..." she
screamed, as my cock burrowed into her, " please.. fuck me." She
started to sob, rocking helplessly, sliding back and forth as my cock
pushed into her. Completely broken, at last. "Fuck me." she
wailed. "fuck me."
I slammed into her.
"please..." she begged, her voice rising hysterically as my thick hot
pole tortured the warm walls of her rectum. "fuck me."
"Tell me HOW!" I yelled at her, humping furiously, as I started
slapping her upturned twat, feeling the juices of her lust pouring out
of it even as my prick tortured her ass.
"Fuck me HARDER!" she wailed, twisting in agony, impaled on my meat.
"Please!" she shrieked, between thrusts. "Hard. Fuck me HARD!"
I complied with her demands, slamming into her with one last brutal
stroke; a wailing shriek like I'd never heard before in my "career"
ripped from her lungs, and I came then, her pleading words and
agonized screams pushing me over the edge. I pulled out of her ass,
the last drops of cum dribbling from the eye of my prick. I was in
such a frenzy still that my dick didn't even really go soft, only
sagged. Karen lay on her back, humping the air as a powerful orgasm
ripped through her young body, an orgasm *I* had tortured out of her.
I grabbed my belt and started whaling the lower half of her prone
torso, my blows landing across her pelvis and lower belly, meeting her
thrusts. She twisted and wailed as I continued to lash at her, and
yet she humped up to meet the blows, grinding and twisting her hips in
ecstasy.
Finally my frenzy was spent.
Karen lay there covered in sweat, sobbing silently, her belly, crotch,
and upper legs a brilliant, swollen red, breathing raggedly, her face
red and tear-stained. Her breasts were decorated with my teeth marks,
smaller red welts dotting the upper part of her torso where I had
clawed her in my passion.
I stood, sweating and now nearly erect again from the beating I'd just
given this juicy little tart, contemplating the fruits of my passion.
"You've never felt that much pleasure in your life."
She turned away and sobbed silently, involuntarily humping her hips in
the after shocks of this last orgasm I'd wrung from her.
"Look at me!" I growled at her.
This time she twisted her head and stared into my face.
I smiled down at her. Sal would find this one well trained when he
picked her up.
"We're going to have to wash you out inside so I can fuck you in the
pussy again," I informed her. She started whimpering and dribbling
tears. I liked when she cried it made her look like a little girl.
"But first you have to eat. There's the tuna sandwich I brought you
this afternoon, or there's cold cuts, salami, cheese, olive loaf." I
watched as she lay on her back, legs spread, mutely shivering, her
arms still bound to her sides. "I'm not having you fainting on me
from hunger."
She stared mutely into space.
"You can eat something or I can fill your ass like I filled your cunt
earlier while I was gone." I watched as her whole body spasmed
involuntarily at the mention of her raw, raped rectum being filled
with burning ointment.
"Can you untie my hands to eat?" She asked me then. I smiled.
"I think I can do that."
I returned from the closet with a longer spreader bar, the longest one
I had. She was incredibly limber, and lay passively as I fastened an
ankle to each end of the bar with the thick leather straps, and locked
the closures with small padlocks. Her legs were spread at more than a
90o angle, her pussy lewdly exposed. I sat her up and roughly tore
the duct tape from her body, smiling at her futile efforts to hide the
pain she was feeling. She ate then, three rolls, a half pound of
salami, two pickles, half the tuna sandwich, and three glasses of
water. I wouldn't allow her a beer, god only knew if it would make
her puke.
"Boy fucking really makes you hungry," I remarked, returning to the
closet to produce a thick leather belt that I then buckled around her
waist. It had two leather cuffs attached to the back that I secured
her wrists with. I don't like to restrain the people I bone *too*
much; I know that it freaks some of them out pretty bad which always
juices me, but it gets in the way of the skin-on-skin grinding that I
really like, all those harnesses and shit just mean less flesh to
spank and poke and bite.
I pushed Karen onto her back, knowing her arms would be painfully bent
beneath her, as I prepared the shower. She was whimpering low in her
throat, afraid of what unknown new games I had planned. The fun would
really begin, now that I'd taught this little piece of ass some new
things about pain and pleasure and had properly busted in her
butt-muscle.
The hotel was old, which meant it had a real shower, a tub, with a
shower curtain, not one of those goddamn telephone booth stalls you
find now in cheap hotels. A few months earlier I had screwed some
heavy duty hooks into the beams in the ceiling, and I hummed happily
as I hooked the end of two heavy chains to two of the hooks.
Dragging Karen off the bed by the armpits I wrestled her awkwardly
through the bathroom door and laid her on the floor. I then grabbed
the spreader bar and hoisted her body off of the ground and attached
it to the two hooks on the ends of the chains so she was suspended,
upside down, her hair hanging to the bottom of the tub, facing
outward. She was twisting and shrieking, terrified at being suspended
upside down like this with her hands trussed up to the back of her
waist.
I sat down on the end of the tub and since she was taller than most of
the pussy and ass I'd suspended over the last few months, her head was
right at my crotch; I didn't need to stand to get my cock into her
mouth.
Sitting there on the end of the tub, I grabbed her head and thrust my
dick up into her mouth as she screamed hysterically. The warmth of
her mouth contrasted sharply with the cool porcelain against my ass,
and as hysterically afraid as seemed to be of being suspended like
this, she continued to attempt to scream, opening her throat and
allowing me to thrust and hump up into her neck. From this angle I
could SEE my cock pushing out the walls of her esophagus; it was
almost enough to make me come just WATCHING my dick sliding up and
down inside her, but I felt her begin to choke reflexively after only
two or three thrusts, and horrified that she might puke, I quickly
pulled out of her. She seemed to regain her grip somewhat, and
started begging and howling for me to let her down. She was so
completely freaked that I knew that torturing her would be pointless,
wasted. Instead, I worked on calming her down. While she continued
to scream and twist, I began rubbing on her clit, and I gently thrust
the nozzle of a full tube of one of those gel shampoos down into her
vagina and squeezed almost the entire contents into her, rubbing and
rolling the heel of my palm around her clit. Her breathing was
slowing down, my unexpected gentleness having the desired effect. I
left her there for only a moment as I went to retrieve my waterproof
vibrator from my seemingly bottomless bag of toys. Gently, with the
shampoo acting as a lubricant, I pushed the vibrator into her pussy,
green sticky shampoo oozing out around the lips and dribbling between
the cheeks of her ass, and down the front of her belly. I rubbed her
clit now slickly coated with the goo, and started pistoning the
vibrator in and out of her, working the shampoo into a thick white
foam as she stopped shrieking finally and began moaning and thrusting
her hips in the air. Just as she was about to come, I pulled the
vibrator out of her body and knelt down to look into her upside down
face. Her eyes were glazed with lust, and she moaned softly.
"You want me to fuck you now, don't you?" I asked her.
She moaned softly. "yes"
"You want my big hard cock in your tight little pussy, don't you?" I
asked my young prize. I smiled when she didn't answer me. I still
had a few surprises left.
I took the hose which I had attached to the tub spout, and turned the
water to a gentle flow, sliding the nozzle into her cunt, the lukewarm
stream washing the shampoo from inside her, white rivulets of foam
running down the front and back of her body. The warm water filling
her insides and flowing down her body was starting to arouse her
again, and I helped her along, soliticously rubbing her nub for her.
As she neared her climax, I turned off the cold water and waited as
the temperature slowly rose inside her. She began moaning, at first
the heat exciting her more, and then she started writhing, the hot
water burning her sore, chafed, tortured cunt-walls. Her belly pumped
futilely, trying to oust the hose snaking into her, but I held it
steady as she swayed, screaming shrilly as the water burned inside
her. I sat down again on the end of the tub, my dick jutting skyward
as I imagined her agony, pleased with my ingenuity. Satisfied that
the hose would not slip out of her, I grabbed her head and again
thrust up into her mouth, so aroused that I no longer cared if she did
barf on my cock; I would make her lick it off me if she did. Her long
hair hung down between my legs, rubbing my balls as I fucked up into
her throat, her body twisting from the neck as the water pulsed into
her pussy, not *quite* hot enough to actually scald her.
I grabbed the back of her head and began thrusting faster, one hand
caressing the front of Karen's throat, feeling my cock as it
traveled up and down inside her neck, the other hand holding her
head steady. The water coursing down her body really was hot; though
when it reached me it had cooled somewhat, and actually excited me so
that I would thrust with an especially hard jolt up into her warm wet
mouth as the drops landed on my flesh. Again though, I felt her
struggling weaken and knew she was going to suffocate soon.
I'm not a necrophiliac and I still wanted to fuck this little bitch
over the next few days, so I reluctantly pulled my woodie from her
mouth and let her catch her breath as I rubbed the head of my cock
over her face. I held her head steady, pressing my dickhead into her
eyelids, rubbing it over her cheeks, around her nose, across her chin,
every now and then fucking into her wet gasping mouth for a few quick
strokes.
I continued this for a while, alternately rubbing her face with my
cock and then fucking her mouth in short quick strokes. She gasped
for air between strokes, not having time to shriek as I would thrust
back into her and block her vocal cords. As I fucked her face, I
tried to keep an eye on the water spilling from her cunt. When at
last it ran clear, with no trace of the sudsy shampoo that I had
filled her with, I reluctantly pulled my cock from her mouth and
slipped the hose from her pussy lips.
She began moaning and crying now that she had caught her breath,
thankfully she hadn't barfed as I crammed my meat into her maw, but
she wasn't hysterical anymore now that the hose had stopped running.
I needed to be really sure that all the liniment was out of her cunt;
I didn't want any nasty surprises if there were some residue sticking
to her cervix when the sensitive head of my dick pounded into it, so I
stood up and reached two fingers into her snatch which was about at
the level of my breastbone. Karen's screams increased in intensity,
her pussy muscle clenching at my fingers as she tried unsuccessfully
to keep them from pushing into its painfully swollen depth. I rubbed
my fingers around the wet but un-lubricated walls, re-assured that
there was no slick hot liniment still lurking. I re-inserted my hand,
this time cupping it to penetrate with all five fingers. Karen
thrashed her head around in circles; she shrieked and wailed and
twisted and swayed on the chains as I relentlessly pushed my hand down
into her tortured snatch, finally my fingers hit bottom, my hand
completely buried in her, her red swollen pussy lips hotly griping my
wrist. I scraped the tips of my fingers along the entrance to her
womb, re-assured that I would not burn the tender head of my cock when
I boned her.
Slowly, I made a fist inside Karen's cunt, and began fucking her.
Slowly at first, feeling the clutching heat grip my arm as I pumped my
fist in her pussy, her shrieking reverberating deafeningly off the
smooth tiled walls. I picked up the pace, now punching down into her
body, fucking her hard with my hand, rubbing my rigid bone against her
belly as she writhed and shrieked while I plundered her tender swollen
depths.
Satisfied for the moment, I pulled the length of my arm from Karen's
pussy and went back to prepare the bed.
I pulled off the filthy cum- shit- and blood-crusted sheets, and
rolled them up in a pile at the bottom of the closet, and laid the
remaining blanket over the worn, stained mattress. The majority of
those stains probably belonged to me.
I took Karen down from where she hung and laid her out on her back on
the bed. She started whimpering, begging me not to fuck her.
"Please!" she wailed pitifully. "It hurts too much"
I rummaged around in the paper bag and returned with a large rubber
dildo.
I ignored her pleas. "This time I'm going to fuck you in the cunt
while I shove a dildo in your ass."
Karen started thrashing her head, the only part of her body she could
still move easily. "No!" she shrieked. "No.. no... "
She continued crying as I climbed onto the bed. I like to have their
legs free when I fuck them, I've found that damn bar gets in the way
at the worst times, so I released her legs from the cuffs and put the
bar back in the closet for later. She immediately clamped her knees
together when I went to the closet.
"Open your knees!" I yelled at her when I returned to the bed. She
kept her knees closed; she must've really been sore inside to risk
what I was about to do to her.
I was furious.
I grabbed my belt from the dresser, and lashed the little whore square
across her breasts. She arched her back as best she could with her
arms bound beneath her, digging her heels into the bed, and let loose
an ear-splitting scream. I struck her again, aiming for her nipples,
laying stripe after stripe across every inch of her precious boobs.
She was thrashing furiously, screaming horrificly, her legs now spread
as wide as she could spread them, too late complying with my orders.
"FUCK ME!" she shrieked, her limber fourteen-year-old body gyrating
helplessly under my lashing blows.
"PLEASE!" she wailed louder still as I continued raining blow after
blow across her tortured breasts. My cock was jutting from my groin
then, straining towards her loins. I crawled between her spread legs,
the rubber rod clutched in my right hand.
"Lift up your knees!" I ordered Karen, slapping her belly before she
had a chance to comply. Terrified, she lifted her knees towards her
chest.
Crazed with lust from the thrashing I had just administered, I grabbed
the back of her left leg and pushed it further towards her chest,
exposing her swollen, wrinkled asshole. Her belly was twitching in
terror, she was too frightened to speak, staring at me wild-eyed,
breathing raggedly, in great gulping gasps.
I pushed the rubber dong against her sphincter, twisting and
thrusting, cruelly driving it up into her dry, unlubed ass still sore
from the last two times I'd fucked it. Karen moaned and twisted,
biting her lip, afraid to cry out. I drove the length of the fake
cock all the way into her until the narrowed base plunged through her
sphincter, the muscle involuntarily holding the dong inside her
rectum.
My heart was pounding in my chest, pumping blood toward my engorged
cock, and I grabbed Karen's right leg and leaned over her and pushed
my big fat cock into her swollen pussy, and she did cry out then; her
head arched back, every muscle stiffened, and she rolled her head from
side to side as my cock tore relentlessly into her box, narrowed by
the dildo embedded in her ass. It was was almost painful for me, my
thick, hot meat scraping against dry swollen walls, the recent hot
shampoo douche and subsequent fist-fucking having washed any trace of
lubrication out of her, but in my crazed state it felt pleasurable,
and though at first I couldn't fully penetrate her, I pulled out and
slammed in harder, each frenzied thrust opening her swollen snatch up
a little more.
"Tell me how you want it bitch!" I growled at her through clenched
teeth as I humped furiously between her legs, driving my hips harder
and harder until finally my cock head slammed into her cervix; her
shrieking increasing in volume as my rod finally managed to completely
split her open.
When she didn't respond to me, I let go of her legs and grabbed the
red flaming globes of her breasts, using them to pull myself up her
body as I thrust myself between her legs, humping faster and harder
than I thought I knew how. She lay beneath me, shrieking and
writhing, lost in agony as I mauled her tortured tits, my cock
brutally torturing her already sore pussy as it reamed back and forth
along the dildo buried in the adjacent channel.
"Tell me how you want it you little slut!" I ordered Karen again, as
I lurched on top of her, cruelly punishing her with my cock.
I felt the jism begin to rise, my nuts were tightening, and I knew I
was about to come.
"TELL ME TO FUCK YOU!" I bellowed at the girl twisting and writhing
beneath me, pinned to the bed by my pistoning dick buried in her cunt.
I rammed in and out of her with as much energy as I had, pushing her
back towards the head of the bed.
"TELL ME!" I ordered her again, furious at her resistance, twisting
the raw flesh of her breasts cruelly as I rode her, holding back my
orgasm, waiting for her to break, to tell me she wanted it, to beg me
to fuck her.
"FUCK ME!" Karen shrieked finally, screaming as loud as she could,
unable to resist as I mauled her tits with my hands, mauled her cunt
with my turgid meat. "FUCK ME HARDER! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! PLEASE FUCK
ME!"
I slammed into her again and again, exulting in the sensation of the
underside of my cock sliding along the length of the fake cock in her
ass, as the sperm boiled out of my nuts, shooting deep into Karen's
swollen twat, squeezing out around my shaft as I continued thrusting
into that narrow channel while my dick slowly softened.
I rolled off of my hot little piece of tail as she lay, still writhing
and hiccupping, sobbing uncontrollably, no longer shrieking now that
my soft dick had slipped from her tight little pussy.
"God you are good, baby," I groaned, finally spent. I looked at the
clock, and it was nearly 4am, three hours since I'd returned. I was
coming off the speed rush finally, and I needed to do a few more hits
and take a walk around the neighborhood. I didn't intend to sleep
until after I delivered THIS wench. She was turning out to be too good
for my dick to forget about; and I hadn't even thought she'd be my
type. I had a good twenty-four hours of hard fucking left in her
before I needed to clean her up and get her presentable.
I rolled up to a sitting position, and went in and started the shower
while I rolled Karen over and tied her legs spread-eagled to the foot
of the bed. She wouldn't be lying on her arms all the while I was
gone, she'd really be reasonably comfortable, even with the dildo
still shoved up her ass.
I went back to my shower, humming happily, my prick satisfied for the
moment.
=== End Part III ===
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