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Chicken Hawk: Karen (5/5) [m/f, rape, torture, yf
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I showered lazily, thinking as best as I could with a raging boner and
a lot of speed still pumping around in my bloodstream. Nunzio's boys,
Sal and whoever Sal worked with, would be picking up the merchandise
in another twenty-four hours; I had reached the limit on what I could
do to Karen that wouldn't show. Kind of too bad, she had such soft
creamy flesh, firm, but smooth, it begged to be scratched and squeezed
and poked. But hell, there would be others, some of them I'd be willing
to use up myself, Christmas was coming up in another month and a half,
I'd treat myself then. I needed the cash on this baby.
Problem was, I'd really excited my blood lust; if I couldn't draw
blood, I still needed to hear the little cunt scream to keep me really
hard, I needed her twisting spasticly, tortured beyond endurance,
even while the juicy hole between her legs sent jolt after agonizing
jolt of pleasure coursing through her limber young body.
It was going on seven, it seemed like I'd been filling my teen meat
forever. I got an idea. Almost as fun as physical torture is painful
humiliation. The Puerto Rican who ran the desk from midnight to eight
would be around for another hour still, and I happened to know that he
let two fucked-up homeless Vet buddies sleep in the boiler room.
He'd given me the look a few times, like he knew what business I was
in, and like he didn't mind, so I thought I'd try and pick up some
spare change, give Karen some practice before Nunz' put her to work
doing god knows what. (... I don't know NOTHING...)
It was tough stuffing my monster woodie into my jeans, but I managed
somehow. I let the shower go cold, that helped.
Swaggering out to the lobby, jeans, white t-shirt, boots, I caught
Ramon napping. He was a dark little fucker; some of these PRs are
hard to tell from blacks; a lot of times it's the name that's the only
clue. I leaned against the counter, scratching at the stubble
sprouting on my face, and drummed my fingers. Ramon opened an eye to
peer at me, unabashed at being found sleeping. He didn't like me, he
figured I was a goddamn *maricon*, because of the young boys he'd seen
me with, though he seemed to be confused by my "machismo".
"Whatchoo want, eh my man?" this guy scowled at me, for interrupting
his nap.
"Wondering, just wondering." I smiled at him, moved away so he could
get aload of my hard-on. My eyes were bright red, my pupils were
about as big as they can be, from all the crank, from being awake, and
UP, for over twenty-four hours now. "Wondering if you need some
pussy. Chinga senorita?"
Ramon snorted at my fractured Spanish, but I caught his pupils dilate.
He was pretty cool, but some things you can't control.
"Young pussy?" he asked, tonelessly, as if not really interested,
just making conversation.
"Too young isn't legal," I kept my face flat, testing. These spics
man, you gotta be careful, you don't know what'll set them off, like
the wops I deal with, you also gotta be careful; about family and
sisters, they're all of them fucked up.
He looked away, at the TV set that was playing one of the morning
shows.
"Ain't legal to spit in the subway either."
"No," I agreed, "it also ain't legal to fuck someone says they don't
want to," I added conversationally.
Ramon eyeballed me sideways, still mostly focussed on the TV. From
where I was standing, I could see his dick jump at my last statement.
He had to know about my "proclivities", he'd been working nights as
long as I'd been using this hotel, and my god, my "guests" made enough
noise at times to wake the dead.
***
It took some cryptic haggling, but we finally agreed on $400 for him
and his two 'Nam buddies, for four hours or as long as they lasted
whichever came first. With the condition that I got to watch, and
participate if I felt like it, which I doubted I would. "Seconds"
doesn't appeal to me, sticking my dick in some snatch that's already
filled with another guy's jizz... GROSS! Though I sure did still want
to jack off in Karen's face, spit my cock-snot all over her body, make
her drink my cum. I realized that somehow I'd missed that treat;
she'd sucked me, I'd fucked her face more accurately, but I hadn't
shot anywhere but in her pussy and ass.
A hundred of that $400 take had to go to pay Vito not to shoot his fat
ugly mouth off to Sal that I was pimping off Nunzio's goods to the
help. Though technically she wasn't Nunzio's till he paid up, I
wasn't gonna argue *contract law*, right of ownership, with these guys.
It got me thinking again about how it might be nice to start up my own
business, let Nunz' in on it so's not to get WHACKED, of course. The
setup now though, it was low risk, and I got plenty of fresh meat.
I went out for some breakfast, still contemplating my business
opportunities, finding some amusement watching the ants scurry around
the streets dragging bread crumbs to the queen in their briefcases,
while I waited for Ramon to get off work.
***
Karen was sleeping when I got back to the room around 8:30. She was
lying face down on the bed, her arms still cuffed to her waist, her
hair splayed about her shoulders, her legs spread, exposing her sore,
swollen pussy lips. I watched her sleep, noticing that her buttocks
were dotted with small red marks where my fingers had grabbed her in
my fucking frenzy, her back streaked red where my nails had scraped
her. I smiled. The marks were fading already, now a merry pink
instead of angry red.
Smiling, I removed my boots and slipped off my jeans and underwear, to
release my swollen rod. I climbed on the bed and removed the harness
binding Karen's arms to her waist.
She lay completely unbound. "Free..."
Karen moaned, rousing slowly from her exhausted near-coma drowse, as I
rolled her over onto her back. She spread her legs reflexively now,
and without speaking to her, I looked deep into her eyes and lay my
full weight on her. She moaned as I entered her. I thrust my bone
into her unresisting depths, and she closed her eyes to look away from
my face hovering over her as I pinned her beneath me, grinding myself
into her over-used box.
I grabbed Karen's head in my hands as I continued to gently rape her
nearly limp form. She was far too exhausted to struggle against my
unwanted attentions, not without more violent stimulation. For the
moment I was content to merely make her writhe emotionally.
"Look at me," I demanded.
Karen opened her eyes, the tears rolling down her face the only
physical acknowledgement that my meat was still stretching her
interior, pushing insistently between her spread legs.
"I'm only the third guy you've ever fucked, right?" I asked her as I
thrust myself vigorously into her. She closed her eyes and winced as
my cock hit home.
"Yes," she answered, more tears splashing from her eyes as she rocked
beneath my humping thrusts.
"Well today we're going to double the number of guys you've laid." I
smiled cruelly, as Karen started sniffling, then sobbing, as my
meaning slowly penetrated her sleep-deprived brain. She pushed her
hands up against my chest, perhaps finally realizing she was no longer
bound.
I casually slapped her hands away, holding them pinned to the bed
above her head, as I began balling her more urgently. It pleased me,
the way her face reddened, her bottom lip quivering childishly as I
fucked up into her, harder and harder as my lust grew, tears flying
from her face as she twisted her head, trying to hide the pain my cock
was administering to her abused loins.
"Some friends of mine want some young pussy," I told her as I slammed
into her. "I told them what a horny little slut you are... " I
moaned, trying to maintain some control, my cock growing ever harder
as I prepared to shoot yet another load of cum into this choice little
receptacle.
"... they're going to..." I grunted, rammed my meat harder and
harder... Karen sobbed out of control, exhausted, humiliated, her
lower body on fire. There was a timid knock on the door. I moaned
loudly as I felt my nuts jerk out of control.
"Ohhhhh......."
I spurted a small stream of cum into the babe beneath me, lying
quietly on top of her, clenching and unclenching my butt muscles,
feeling her back arch as my weight flattened her breasts, the nipples
swollen painfully where the pins I had punctured them with had twisted
in her flesh.
"I told them what a little tramp you are," I pulled out of Karen, and
slapped her gumdrop sized nipples so she squeaked in pain. With her
hands free she clutched at her breasts to try and ease the pain. "I
told them how you've been screwing and sucking your uncle and his
friend, how you beg me to fuck you really hard."
I grinned wolfishly as she lay meekly clutching her tits, her legs
still spread, her twat leaking my fluid.
There was another soft knock on the door; I flipped on the overhead
light, I wanted to really get a good view of the action I'd set up,
and I slipped on my jeans and let in Ramon and the two bums who lived
in the boiler room. It looked like they'd showered, probably the maid
had let them use one of the rooms that she was cleaning.
Miraculously, their clothes were clean. Ramon handed me the four
bills; I wondered where he'd come up with the cash; probably knocked
off a liquor store, maybe robbed a church, maybe it was just their
months pooled VA checks. I didn't ask. I didn't care.
The taller skinnier one looked like some black Jesus, long black curly
afro spinning away from his head at all angles, his beard and
moustache thin and ratty, no doubt from a lack of protein, bad diet.
I had the good sense not to ask if the guy was really black or just a
PR, some guys are really touchy about that. The smaller boiler room
rat was definitely NOT a spic, he was pale and pudgy, kind of
baby-faced, I'd bet anything he was one of the last to be drafted; he
probably wasn't more than twenty-seven, twenty-eight when I met him.
Ramon had a nice crazy shine in his eyes, as he looked at me, at the
naked girl crying on the bed clutching her breasts and leaking cum.
"Chingao..." he breathed. "So young. Like that VC girl we bagged,
over there..."
The pudgy young guy giggled, his cock bulging against the front of his
worn, faded jeans. "C'mon man let's fuck her, we're wasting time."
Ramon pulled his shoes off, pulled his pants off, let them drop to the
floor by the side of the bed as he climbed up onto the bed between
Karen's legs. He slapped her breast experimentally, smiling when she
arched her back and cried out, his dick lurching happily.
I sat back on the chair near the bed, got myself a beer, offered one
to Ramon's compadres.
"Nah, fuck man," the black one shrugged, pulling off his shoes and
pants to let loose the most outrageously huge cock I'd ever seen in my
life. "He ain't gonna take long."
The little guy just giggled and wanked himself harder through his
jeans.
"Whatever." I kicked back to enjoy the unfolding entertainment.
Ramon rammed his meat into Karen and started humping into her like a
goddamn bull. From where I sat I had a nice view of his cock spearing
into her pink twat, splitting her lips wide, my cum squeezing out
around his cock as he pumped her.
The little guy was really getting into it, yanking himself furiously,
giggling, offering encouragement.
"Fuck her, man, pound her tight little pussy," he cheered. "Is she
tight man?? I'll bet she's really tight, she's not very old." He was
fucking his hips in time with Ramon's gyrations, his eyes half closed
with lust as he rubbed his boner.
The black guy was much cooler, he simply stood, watching the Spic ball
Karen, slowing pulling his mammoth dick as it got harder and fatter
and longer. MAN I wanted to see that thing bury itself in Karen's
young pussy, I wanted to see if he could get it past her butt muscle
without tearing it. I half thought it wasn't going to fit in either
hole, but the effort alone would be a sight worth seeing. And no
doubt hearing. If ANYTHING could revive the little slut, that cock
ripping up into her belly would.
Ramon was nearing climax; I could see his nuts jerking, and Karen was
starting to revive a bit, screaming and arching her back as he
clutched her tits in his orgasmic ecstasy. He rode her high and hard,
their pubic bones slamming together with a bruising force, picking her
hips up off the bed as he skewered her. Grunting and thrusting,
moaning something in Spanish that sounded like a prayer, he shot a hot
thick load into Karen's cunt; I watched as it leaked out around his
softening dick; he pulled out before he was done coming, and landed
his last sticky spurts on her bald twat, rubbing the shrinking head of
his cock in the small puddle.
"Chingao!" he moaned, rolling off as Karen lay with her legs still
spread, her eyes tightly shut, her hands clasping her freshly
traumatized boobs. He rolled to a sitting position, perched on the
edge of the bed, and watched as the little guy tossed off his jeans,
no underwear, I noticed. He leaped enthusiastically onto the bed,
diving between Karen's spread legs, flopping himself on her prone
form. His fat pink belly slapping against hers, the kid started
humping into Karen like a wild dog on a bitch in heat; he was so
fucking horny he came after about five strokes, groaning and cursing
himself. I swear I thought he was gonna start blubbering, no shit.
I'da started laughing but man, it's not too swift to laugh at wacked
out vets. And this kid was WACKED.
"Calm down, kid," Ramon slapped his ass, "Plenty of time to get it up
again, let Mook have his turn and she can suck it up for you." The
kid crawled back off the bed, perched on the dresser near where I was
sitting, to watch "Mook" take his turn with my prize.
The black guy, Mook, stepped up to the end of the bed. He reached
forward and grabbed Karen by the legs and dragged her so her ass was
hanging just over the end of the bed; he folded her legs back against
the sides of her body and leaned forward, pressing the gigantic head
of his monster cock against the opening of Karen's cunt.
Karen whimpered pitifully as the dark head of Mook's cock tore into
her, it really was making me hot seeing his dark black pole forcing
its way into Karen's small young body, splitting her pale pink pussy
lips wide, his dark skin seeming even darker against her pale white.
Our semen helped grease his way, but it seemed like his dick was still
ripping her up inside, the way Karen was beginning to twist and
writhe. Mook groaned and snorted, pushing harder, till he seemed to
hit bottom, at least by the way Karen arched her back and twisted, yet
he still wasn't buried to the base. He pulled nearly out, sure enough
there was plenty of blood coating his shaft, though it was hard to
see, he was so black. Mook slammed his cock back into her and began
banging my little wench, her screams increasing slowly, building, as
his cock continued to split her tender young cunt wider than it had
ever been stretched, except perhaps by my fist, but I hadn't fucked
her as hard or as deep or as long, not with my fist.
Ramon was getting hard again, and impatient.
"Hey man, Mook man, roll her over, let's make a san'wich, hey?"
They must've been a team, with a lot of experience, because even in
the midst of his frenzied fucking, Mook managed to grab Karen's body
and roll over onto his back so that _he_ now lay on his back with his
butt hanging over the edge of the bed, his feet on the floor, his cock
still buried in Karen's twat. He clutched her to his chest so she was
bent at the waist, her legs straddling Mook's, buns up, her ass
exposed, as Mook continued with her reaming.
Ramon stepped up behind Karen's exposed buttocks; Mook automatically
spread his legs to give Ramon access, like they did this all the time.
Ramon grabbed Karen's ass cheeks and quickly thrust his dick balls
deep into her chute, and grabbing her hips he began thrusting into her
with incredible energy.
Karen screamed bloody murder as the two cocks tore into her lower
body; Mook would thrust up into her cunt, pulling her up off Ramon's
cock buried in her ass; as Mook withdrew Ramon would slam his cock up
into her rectum, the two cocks battering her in a relentless rhythm.
They took turns mauling her already tortured breasts, Ramon pinning
her hands behind her back while Mook squeezed and pinched and slapped
her tits, occasionally reaching around to join in the fun as her body
slammed up and down on the intruding lengths of their meat.
Ramon was the first to come; he pulled out of Karen's ass trailing
blood and cum and shit, squirting a load of jism onto the creamy
cheeks of her buttocks, sweating from the exertion.
"Mama give me a taste of this bitch' ASS now!" Mook hollered. He
rolled over again and pulled out of Karen's pussy, dribbling blood and
trails of previous occupants' cum. The kid had climbed back on the
bed, eager to get in on some of the action again, and the two of them
pulled Karen to a kneeling position, towards the center of the bed.
The kid jammed his stiffening little prick into Karen's face, pulling
on her hair, only barely muffling her screams of agony as Mook's
enormous bone tore into her ass. Holy shit I nearly came then as I
saw that thing split her cheeks; the ass muscle looked like it might
rip in two; her body was twitching and jerking, contorting spasticly
as that thing bull-dozed into her bowels; Karen managed to shake her
head loose from the kid's groin and bellowed her agony; screaming
hoarsely as Mook started to pump her ass.
Something in the kid snapped; it pissed him off when Karen managed to
free her mouth from his cock
"Suck me you little bitch you little fucking tramp fucking slut cunt
whore goddammit SUCK ME!" He screamed, enraged, slapping her face
half a dozen times, as she shrieked out of control, the dick in her
ass blanking everything else in importance. The kid grabbed Karen's
hair at the roots and slammed his cock into her mouth, muffling her
screams. Thrusting wildly, he drove his dick down her throat,
thrusting his hips forward as Mook's efforts in her ass drove Karen's
mouth forward on the kid's cock. Blood blossomed on Karen's face as
the kid's pubic bone slammed into her small pig-nose; the kid laughed
maniacally as his groin was painted red with her blood.
The three continued fucking Karen for almost three hours; taking turns
in her ass and pussy and mouth; sometimes simultaneously, sometimes
alternately, as they rested up between orgasms; making her suck her
shit and blood, their cum, off their cocks, getting them hard again to
rape her in another hole. She was rolled and spanked and squeezed and
fucked in every position they could imagine, but finally they were too
exhausted to continue.
After they'd left, I sat looking at the limp, exhausted, blood- cum-
and shit- crusted remains of my horny little slut. The blanket she
lay on was rumpled and twisted and covered with the drying remains of
her blood and the three men's fluids. Karen's hair was matted with
their sperm, her face caked with blood from her nose, dried semen from
her rapists dicks, shit their cocks had pulled from her own ass. She
lay unmoving, drooling their cum, breathing raggedly, her throat raw
from screaming around the dicks that had violated her mouth.
Still, though her nose had accidentally been bloodied and her ass and
cunt leaked blood from within, she'd not been bruised, and except for
the pins that had punctured her nipples the surface of her skin hadn't
been damaged. She'd scrub up well, I'd still get a fair price for
her. Nunzio had paid me twice what I was asking for this little cunt
for younger kids who were in much worse shape physically, age was the
main factor, so long as the kids I delivered weren't obviously dying
or sickly.
I spread Karen's legs on the wide spreader bar and again hung her
upside down in the shower, her hands cuffed and hanging below her
head. I inserted the nozzle of the hose I'd attached to the tub
spout into her pussy again, this time running icy cold water into her.
The cold would help stop the bleeding from her torn up insides, help
her blood clot. But more importantly, exhausted as she was, Karen
still managed to maintain a good healthy wail as the icy cold water
seized up her bowels, adding to misery of her abused depths, and
adding vigor to my erection. I'd saved myself for this last foray
into my little honey.
When the water running from her cunt at last ran clear of blood and
cum, I took Karen down and bent her over the side of the tub so that
her head hung into the bottom of the tub, her ass pointing out at me.
I needed to clean out her colon, wash out the blood and cum that had
accumulated inside her over the last 20 hours or so. I retrieved a
large butt-plug from the bag in the other room, and turning the water
to a very low trickle, I inserted the nozzle into her ass. Having
some mercy, I made the water warmer, and filled her up. I pulled the
nozzle out and quickly jammed the butt-plug into her ass to hold the
water inside her, knowing she wouldn't be able to hold her water, her
ass-muscle too recently stretched beyond its limit. Karen groaned as
the water filled her belly; I reached around her and pulled and
twisted and pinched her clit while I let the water do it's work inside
her. She moaned and struggled as I twisted her button, I pinched
harder, scratching at the tender pink flesh of her snatch as she yelped
and rocked against my attentions. Satisfied that she was still
responsive, I pulled the butt-plug from her ass and quickly sat her on
the toilet as water mixed with shit and blood and four men's numerous
loads of ejaculate shot with an explosive force from her ass to fill
the bowl.
I hung Karen back upside down in the shower, and proceeded to hose
down her exterior. I shampooed the filth from her hair, pulling
roughly at the snarled, matted mess. I roughly scrubbed the exterior
of her body with a course nylon scrubber usually used for pots and
pans; it left her skin a lovely pink. I shaved her again, Nunzio
would prefer her smooth, just as I did.
I had removed my pants before I started to wash her, knowing it might
be a messy, wet business, and started fucking Karen's mouth as I
washed her, the warm water caressing my cock as I rolled it around
her face, fucking up into her throat until she threatened to
suffocate. As exhausted and used up as she was she still managed to
cry and twist when I scraped her swollen pussy and scrubbed the tender
abused button of her ass.
I had done cleaning Karen, and was now merely enjoying torturing her;
I would force one last orgasm out of the little cunt, leave her with a
bellyful of my seed, before leaving her to Nunzio and Sal. I sat on
the cool smooth side of the tub, my cock planted in Karen's mouth, one
hand on the back of her head, holding it steady as I thrust up into
her throat, the other hand scraping her pussy lips with the scrubber
as she futilely tried to twist away from it.
My head was level with the space between her spread legs; as I
continued to thrust into her mouth, my cock growing harder and longer
as I thrust faster, I leaned forward and bit down on the little nub of
her clit, bit as hard as I could. I don't know now whether I was
trying to bite it off; perhaps to claim her pleasure for my own, take
it with me when I left her, in any case I didn't succeed, she kept her
clit.
Karen shrieked, suddenly rejuvenated; her pussy spasmed, as I clamped
my teeth down on her little pleasure nub. I thrust into her mouth,
strangling her cries as my cockhead slammed into her tonsils, sliding
past her soft palate and up into her throat each time I bit her,
twisting her clit with my teeth as I held my cock in her airway, her
whole body tensing with the attempt to scream sending electric jolts
of pleasure straight to the tip of my prick. I came quickly, shooting
my cum the length of her throat, slamming into her face as I gnawed
desperately at her clit. I pulled out of her mouth, dribbling cum
around Karen's face, I let her hang there upside down, her head in my
lap, as she swallowed my seed. She knew better by now than to spit it
out.
"God baby, you've been really good," I told her. "I'll remember you."
I watched as this teen's pussy lips rippled through their latest
pain-induced orgasm, her pussy slick not with water but the juice of
her cunt.
"you're leaving" she rasped out. I couldn't tell whether it was a
question or a statement.
I left her hanging there while I cleaned up the rest of the room. I
took the blankets, her ruined clothes, the refuse from the bottom of
the closet, the crusty blanket from the bed, down to the incinerator
in the basement, destroy any evidence, any blood and body fluids, I
tossed my t-shirt, the one with the blood I'd drawn from her tits, in
there as well. I remembered her duffle bag too. I didn't look at the
contents before I incinerated it, probably there was a picture of her
family, some ratty old teddy bear she'd had as a baby. There might
have been a couple bucks, but I didn't really want to open these kids'
stuff and look at their pathetic pasts. I had to destroy any evidence
tracing the prey to a former life, it was just common sense if I
didn't want to get caught.
With the room cleaned, any traces of her body fluids removed from the
bed, the down from her jacket vacuumed from the carpet, her bllod and
body fluids scrubbed from the shower walls, I tied Karen
spread-eagled, face down, to the bare mattress.
I patted her butt as I prepared to leave.
"you're leaving." she rasped again. "stay."
I rubbed between her legs and she humped up appreciatively towards my
hand. I gave her a small shot of morphine in her butt. She'd want
some rest before they picked her up. And I was starting to crash in a
very big way, if I didn't get back to my cozy little flop in Brooklyn
I might never make it there. My dick was exhausted, and the rest of
me agreed.
And now that I truly owned this little bitch, now that she WANTED me
to torture her to pleasure, now that she would do whatever I wanted, I
had no use for her. The conquest is all.
I did the cruelest thing I could ever do to her then.
I left.
=== END OF CHICKENHAWK, KAREN, CHAPTER 1===
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