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Chicken Hawk: Karen (4/5) [m/f, rape, torture, yf
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Archive-name: MED-Chcknhwk1-4
4am on Times Square, Tuesday morning, speeding my ass off. Cold and
damp, "the city that makes it's own gravy" according to Letterman.
Wearing just a pair of jeans, a white t-shirt, and my leather jacket,
my prize possession, though I don't own a bike, never even been on
one. If I hadn't been so juiced I would've been freezing my ass off.
But when I'm in this state, nothing but time gets me down, and I
cruised the neighborhood, mostly sightseeing, nodding to Chris, the
6'2" transvestite whore who worked Nunzio's arcade. I'd boned him once
out of curiosity, but found the experience... lacking. I don't know,
maybe I'm jaded, or maybe I just like doing unwilling kids. Because
boy this little bitch I had locked up kept making my dick jump every
time my thoughts wandered back to her firm little body. I tried to
choke down a bag of fries at the McD's but damn you know how it is
when you're wired.
The lights, the bums, the guys trying to sell you pencil-shaving
joints from a big baggie while the cops pick their noses and practice
twirling their batons, there's nothing like it. Maybe Amsterdam, I've
heard, but I don't know, I don't get out much. Been to Philly once,
what a pit.
I stopped in this 24 hour drugstore, some crazy Dot ran the place.
It's actually pretty safe, out in the middle of the city like that,
all lit up. Too many fucking people around for a good crash-n-grab
artist. Mostly I was wandering, letting the crank blow through my
veins, get it really circulating good. I was gearing up to start the
real home stretch session with my little honey and I wanted to be in
rare form. By this afternoon I'd have to start taking it easy, at
least as far as the visible part of her body was concerned.
I was just browsing the store. Straight pins. Nail clippers. Paper
clips. Getting ideas. I returned to the hotel room with my little
bag of office supplies in my jacket pocket.
Sitting down on the chair next to the bed, I gulped another beer from
the little fridge, rubbing myself as I stared at Karen's prone form,
secured face down, her legs tied to the ends of the bed spread
invitingly wide, exposing to view my cum drying on the lips of her
pussy and the blanket where it had leaked.
She was lying quietly, her long hair splayed about her shoulders,
breathing softly. Perhaps she'd been sleeping; I hadn't been gone
more than an hour, it was 5am by the clock on the dresser.
She turned her head to look at me, her arms still secured to the back
of her waist by the strong leather belt circling her torso. I sat
without speaking, continuing to rub myself and gulp my beer as we
stared at each other in the dim illumination of the Christmas lights.
It was taking me longer to get good and hard now; I'd used up a good
deal of my cum and energy over the last 12 hours and hadn't rested at
all; but my dick was coming back to life and when I got it all the way
up, the crank would keep me and my cock going for as long as I wanted.
I opened another beer, and moved onto the bed to kneel between Karen's
spread legs. I was still clothed, still wearing my jacket, though I'd
taken my shoes off when I came in. They were wet, dirty. I don't
like dirt.
I hadn't spoken a word since I'd returned. Still without speaking, I
took the base of the dildo in her ass in my free hand and began slowly
pistoning it in Karen's upturned butt as I gulped more beer. It was
tight and dry; I could see ample blood coating the shaft each time I
pulled it out. Karen had begun crying again, but most of her
resistance seemed to have drained and she lay there as I fucked that
dildo into her sore sore rectum, as she moaned and twisted her
buttocks.
Taking some pity on her, I poured some of the beer onto the shaft of
the rubber rod for lubrication, and slowly continued poling out her
ass with the fake cock as I finished off my beer. I needed to do
something to really get me up again, though, and I knew the best thing
for that was a really fine whipping. I'd contained myself to merely
beating her with my belt; I was ready for the real thing now.
Releasing her legs from the ropes that bound them to the bed, I freed
Karen's hands from the cuffs attaching them to the belt around her
waist, and rolled her over and removed the belt. I let her lie there
unbound as I returned to the closet to retrieve the implements I would
need to properly bind her for the next stage of her ordeal. She lay
unmoving; I was unconcerned that she would try to leave, sure that the
lower half of her body would not respond well after having been so
brutally used over the last twelve or so hours.
I pushed Karen's legs back against her chest and used one of those
nylon belts to strap the backs of her knees to the sides of her chest
so that she was bent double at the hips. You know those straps, the
kind that you can buy at camping supply places, they have one of those
plastic clips that releases when you squeeze it, and they're
adjustable. I used some of the handy duct tape to bind her arms
together behind the backs of her knees.
Lying on her back like that, her pussy and butthole were wonderfully
displayed, and I had to stop for a moment to stroke my hardening cock
through the front of my jeans, re-arrange it to a more comfortable
position.
Karen had started to whimper. Remember I hadn't said a word to my
little belly warmer since I'd returned, and she was probably wondering
what I was going to do to her now. I rather liked this new stage we'd
entered, me doing whatever I pleased to her young body while she
simply waited, wild-eyed. Slowly, almost gently, I pulled the dildo
from her ass and she grunted as the head popped through her sphincter
muscle. I gingerly took the latex cock into the bathroom and dropped
it in the bottom of the tub; I would hose it off later.
Her rectum experienced only a temporary freedom; I returned to my bag
of goodies, and greased up the large black nubbed vibrator that had
tortured her cunt earlier, and without warning thrust it all the way
up into her ass. Karen moaned and tears rolled down the sides of her
face, but bound as she was, she could only rock, very slightly,
forward and backward. With her hips splayed the way they were she had
almost no sideways motion.
With the first cock embedded in her ass I wanted to stuff Karen's
forward channel as well, before proceeding with her whipping. I
produced another vibrating dong from my bag of tricks, and taking pity
on her poor tortured snatch, I lubed this one up as well and thrust it
down into her upturned box. She cried out as I forced the dildo into
her pussy; even lubed, the channel was tight, sore, and swollen nearly
shut, made smaller by the dong already filling her butt. I turned the
vibrators on the lowest speed, and as she got used to them filling
her, she started to moan her pleasure.
My cock was growing painfully against my fly, the bulging head
straining to peek out the waist-band, and so I slipped my jeans and
briefs off. I must've looked pretty silly standing naked from the
waist down with a half-hard cock circled by a leather studded
cock-ring twitching in the breeze, still wearing my leather jacket and
t-shirt, but fuckit, my juicy little piece of tail wasn't laughing at
me, that's all I knew. As the vibrators did their work inside her,
Karen's moans started to increase in intensity, and I drew my favorite
whip from my toy box. I lashed between this teen's legs; with perfect
aim I laid a stripe length-wise along her pussy, the tip of the lash
catching her clitoris squarely.
A goddawful caterwaul ripped from Karen's lungs when the whip landed
on her naked twat and kissed her clit; my cock jumped straight up in
the air at the sound of her scream and the sight of that artful stripe
that I'd laid so perfectly down the middle of her snatch. I rained
blow after blow then onto her exposed pussy, drawing back with all my
force and aiming first for one side, then the other, raising bright
red stripes along the plump bulge of her cunny, pulling my cock
furiously with my other hand as Karen's screams intensified in volume
and hysteria. I aimed for the tender area where her legs met her
crotch, lacing her inner thighs with neatly placed stripes,
periodically lashing her tender swollen clit to hear her scream in
un-rivalled agony, my cock each time threatening to leap from my groin
and burrow into her un-assisted by the rest of me. Even as I lashed
her, I knew she must be getting aroused, the force of the whip landing
along the base of the vibrator driving it into her cunt a bit each
time I struck. Still thinking of her re-sale value, I stopped just
short of drawing blood, and flipped her over so that she was kneeling
with her butt up in the air, her shoulders pressed against the bed,
her cheeks widely spread, exposed to my cruel ministrations. I lashed
down between the cheeks of her ass, the whip licking along the tender
edges of her violated butt muscle, as Karen shrieked and wailed,
completely helpless as I drove the vibrator deeper into her with each
searing blow. The inside cheeks of her ass were now covered by an
un-distinguishable mass of angry red stripes; Karen was hoarse from
screaming, able to emit only rasping grunts of agony as she twisted
her head from side to side against the bed, drooling and crying. My
cock was dancing in front of me, its full fat ten inches straining
towards her exposed loins. I flipped Karen back over on her back and
turned the vibrators wedged in her cunt and asshole up on high and
began rubbing up and down along her tortured private parts as she
thrashed her head and wailed helplessly. My cock needed a taste of
her delicious little pussy, and I lusted to grind my hips brutally
against this young teen's raw, whipped loins.
I cut her arms free from her knees; I'm sure she hardly noticed the
sensation of the tape pulled from her body, with her pussy and ass so
freshly whipped occupying all her attention. I attached her arms back
to the cuffs on the wall over her head, and released the strap binding
her knees to her chest. She moved to lower her legs; shrieking in
agony she quickly pulled them back into position, the whipping having
made it more desirable for her not to move than to protect her exposed
genitals.
I smiled then, and pulled the vibrators from inside of her and
deposited them with the one already lying in the bottom of the shower.
The vibrator I pulled from her cunt trailed long strings of slime that
attested to her arousal.
Karen lay with her knees pulled up to her chest, her arms stretched
over her head making her breast jut out nicely, the angry red area of
her tortured loins begging me to grind my hips there. I grabbed the
backs of her knees, still not having spoken to her in the time I'd
been back, and thrust the full length of my shaft deep into her moist
depths. She shrieked hysterically and arched her back as I slammed
the head of my cock into the entrance of her young womb, this time not
from the pain of my cock battering her cervix, but from my hairy loins
grinding against her swollen, tortured pussy-lips.
Karen's box was INCREDIBLY wet and slippery; the whipping had excited
her more than I'd expected, and I lurched on top of this little
fourteen-year-old slut, sliding my dick in and out of her snatch as it
convulsively gripped my shaft each time my groin slapped into the
tender red flesh of her whipped snatch. Even though she shrieked as
if I was killing her, her cunt sucked at my stick, pulling me into
her, begging me to slam her raw flesh, hurt her BETTER. I felt her
belly beginning to tighten, and I didn't want her to come yet.
I pulled my meat out of her box, dripping with the juicy evidence of
how much my pain had pleasured her, and remembering the bag of
"supplies" in my jacket pocket, I retrieved a box of push pins.
I grabbed her right nipple with my right hand and pinched the little
nub firmly between my thumb and forefinger; with my other hand I
pushed one of the pins relentlessly into the center of the nub,
driving the 1/4" length of the pin all the way into her flesh. I left
the little nail embedded in her nipple, smiling as she screamed and
thrashed her head, and drove another one into her left nipple.
Satisfied with this new level of cruelty, I thrust my cock back into
Karen's cunt, slamming into her abused twat as I simultaneously
pressed and twisted the tacks in her teats. Karen grunted and moaned,
thrashing hysterically, the agony in her loins competing with the
torture of her tits, even as this child's cunt continued coating my
cock with it's declarations of pleasure as my meat ground insistently
into its depths. I felt her about to orgasm again, and I leaned
forward and pulled the push-pins from her nipples, as blood began to
leak like red milk from the tips of her breasts. I grabbed Karen's
tits roughly, pushing my cock up into her, rubbing my loins against
her brutalized flesh, and began sucking the blood from her breasts,
slamming into her especially hard, enjoying the sensations of her near
spastic contortions as I ground myself between her legs and chewed at
her bosom; I slid up her body as I fucked her, blood from her
punctured titties staining my t-shirt, and pried her mouth open and
began frenching this little slut, thrusting my tongue deep into her
mouth, sharing the blood of her breasts with her, kissing her wetly,
redly, staining her mouth and face a wet crimson as I simultaneously
sucked fucked and kissed this hot little wench. Karen was crying and
twisting beneath me as I lay on top of her, moving insistently inside
her, her cunt-walls gripping me hotly.
I needed to take this all up a notch. Frankly, I was enjoying my
catch so much that I no longer cared if she had any retail value after
I was done with her, I just wanted to get my rocks off. From my
pocket I produced a small box of straight pins.
I sat back up on my heels, and with my cock still buried in Karen's
snatch, I clutched her left breast and drove one of the pins into the
edge of her areola; Karen shrieked and twisted, but with her arms
bound and my cock in her cunt she couldn't move much. Her twisting on
my cock only excited me more, as each pin I pressed into her nipples
caused waves of anguish to ripple through her body and massage my
dick.
Her pleasure centers were so confused, so overloaded with pain that
they were reporting it back to her as ecstasy. My cock was sliding
easily now in Karen's cunt; too easily give me enough pleasure. I
like fucking young girls BECAUSE they're tight and dry.
Pulling out of her, I unlocked Karen's hands from the wall over her
head. She immediately went to clutch at her tits, remove the
instruments of torture, but I slapped her hands back, still never
having spoken to her the whole time I'd been balling her. I pulled
her to a sitting position and cuffed her hands behind her back, then
forced her back onto her back.
I smiled down at Karen as I knelt between her legs, my cock dancing,
my shirt stained with the small quantity of blood I had tortured from
her breasts.
"So, you little slut, you're awful hot for it this morning." It was
going on six, I'd been at her for about an hour now. I was starting
to sweat in my jacket, but it gave me a kick wearing it, it seemed to
intimidate this little bitch even more. Karen stared at me,
wild-eyed, nostrils flared.
"Tell me how you want it." I smiled cruelly. Really, I bared my
teeth at her more than smiled.
Karen breathed hard, staring at my psychotic speed-crazed face, blood
still leaking from the tips of her breasts.
"hard." she whispered, terrified at what she saw in my face. "fuck
me hard."
I grinned.
"If you say so," I grabbed her hips and flipped her over. Karen
screamed as her breasts smashed into the bed, driving the many pins in
her nipples deeper into her sensitive breast tissue, small red spots
appearing on the blanket where the punctured tips made contact. I
supposed I was probably destroying some milk ducts or something, but
for all the pleasure I was getting from this healthy little
dick-warmer, I hardly cared that some potential brat might not be able
to suck his mamma's titty.
I lay down on top of Karen's back and thrust my cock into the
tortured, whipped crack of her ass, splitting the ring of her chafed,
abused sphincter with my cockhead and ramming my dick into her rectum,
as she howled helplessly, a bit of lubricant from the dildo that I had
recently jammed in there easing the way only a bit. My added weight on
Karen's back crushed her tits more cruelly yet, driving the pins even
deeper into her as I ground myself in her ass.
The cuffs securing Karen's hands behind her were digging into my gut,
though, so I pulled out of her ass and grabbing her hips I pulled this
tasty little bitch to a kneeling position, her screaming increasing as
her tits dragged along the bed, her punctured nipples leaving a thin
red streak along the blanket, the pins twisting inside her breasts
tearing the flesh. I split her ass-cheeks and thrust my hard fat ten
inches deep into her chute, ramming in and out of it's soft hot depth.
Karen wailed as her breasts were pulled back and forth along the bed
by my thrusting in her ass; she shrieked anew when I leaned over her
and reached around to cruelly twist her tortured clit that I had
whipped so recently; she screamed harder as I slammed my rod into the
abused depths of her rectum, twisting myself viciously inside her; she
wailed and shrieked as I pulled at her hair, riding her like a
stallion, my cock buried up her ass burrowing into her, thrusting and
bucking as hard as I could. And every time I slammed it home, buried
to the hilt in her ass, my balls slapped wetly against her pussy as it
poured out its juices proclaiming its lust.
"Tell me you want it bitch!" I bellowed at the girl rocking beneath
my like a wild pony. I pushed into her backdoor with a tremendous
force, knocking her knees out from under her as she fell forward to
lay prone again. I followed her falling form, my cock still buried up
her ass as we fell.
The breath knocked out of her, I commanded her again to beg me to fuck
her. I _knew_ she wanted it, as much fluid as her cunt was pouring
out.
"Tell me, slut!" I demanded. I moved so I was kneeling with my knees
around her ass, my hands pressing between her shoulder blades, mashing
her tits and all the pins I had stuck into them into the bed. I
slammed into her with vicious thrusts, picking her hips off the bed a
fraction with each brutal penetration.
Karen was howling, a sound that was hardly human echoing in the room
as I rode her.
"FUCK ME!" she bellowed. I swear she had started meeting my thrusts,
even as my dick now sparkled red in the Christmas lights from the
blood of her tortured rectum. "Grind my ass HARDER!"
She WAS enjoying it, she wasn't merely repeating my words anymore, but
making up her own in her lust. I slammed into her as hard as I could
as the blood from her ass ran down between her legs to mingle with the
juices still pouring from her pussy. I moaned as I felt my nuts begin
to jerk, knowing I would come soon, pumping my cock in this girl's ass
as hard and as fast and as deep as I could.
"Oh GOD!," Karen wailed, and I felt her whole body spasm as orgasm
after violent orgasm ripped through her groin, as she thrashed
uncontrollably beneath the punishing blows of my cock reaming out her
butt.
I started to come too then, driving into her, my jism now thinned from
so many ejaculations in so short a period mingling with the blood of
her brutalized ass. Our body fluids combined to form a pinkish ooze
that leaked out around my cock buried up her butt.
I lay on top of Karen for a while after we came, feeling my dick still
buried inside her, only half-soft after this last orgasm, already
twitching with the stirrings of a new lust. Karen sobbed beneath me,
pain and humiliation and incredible pleasure no doubt all junked
together in her brain, just as I had intended. I pulled my semi-erect
dick from her ass, coated with her blood and some of my cum, though
thankfully no shit. Getting up from the bed, I took one of the
remaining pieces of her pink sweatshirt from the chair and wiped the
blood from the crack of her ass. She writhed from the pain, no longer
enjoying it now that her orgasms had passed. She didn't seem to
really be bleeding anymore, so I wadded the piece of shirt up and
tossed it into the bottom of the closet along with the other refuse.
I flipped my little piece of poonie over on her back, her arms cramped
beneath her, and leaned over her; using my teeth I extracted the pins
from her areolae. The nubs of her nipples had stopped bleeding from
the tack-holes; by the time Sal retrieved her they would be scabbed
over and un-noticeable, though her nipples were swollen out to gumdrop
size and would be painfully tender for many many days. Some people
like big fat nipples, it wouldn't be a problem.
I moved along the side of the bed and grabbed Karen's head and turned
it sideways and presented her with my blood- and semen-coated cock.
Tears leaked from her eyes; she remained mute, but when I pressed the
shining red head against her lips, she parted them and sucked my
semi-hard bone into her mouth, allowing me to fuck into her face
without struggling as I slid the length of my shaft down her throat
and thrust in and out, enjoying the warm wetness of her tongue and the
sharp contrast as her teeth grazed the head of my dick. I pulled my
nearly erect rod from her face, and held my hand over her mouth and
placed the other one along her throat. She swallowed this time
without me having to tell her, and I smiled and stroked her hair.
"I told you I would make you beg me, and you would really mean it." I
said to her. I went into the bathroom to clean her body fluids off of
myself, to clean the toys I had tossed into the shower, and to prepare
for the next round with this juicy little tart.
== End Part IV ==
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