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CHAPTER FIVE

It was shortly before the greenish tinge signaling dawn's arrival when Karen awoke. She stirred painfully, her arms aching from being tied behind her back all night. The lovely dawn was lost on her. Its beauty was something she could have appreciated better somewhere else – miles and miles away.

There was a rattling noise of a jeep coming along the arroyo. She hoisted herself up enough to see the battered vehicle come to a screeching halt.

Dust flew everywhere and six women unloaded like rats leaving a sinking ship.

The analogy was good. The women were the dregs of humanity. And they fit the men drunkenly sleeping around the fire. Not a one of them looked like a person Karen wanted to cross. Any of them could have killed her without a second thought.

Big Ed swung up and rose gracefully to his feet. For a man well over six feet tall and weighing better than two-twenty, he carried himself very well. He could have been a dancer, Karen irrelevantly thought as she watched him cross to the jeep.

One of the women – a tall redhead – grabbed him around the neck and planted a juicy kiss on his lips. Big Ed didn't seem too enthused.

"What you get, Dottie? You didn't come back empty-handed?"

"Shit, no, Big Ed. You know me better'n that. Look at this."

She pulled a canvas back and showed something to the man. He whistled in appreciation and said, "I knew you were first-class. A real woman."

"What do you think all of that's worth?"

"A yard, maybe two. Twenty CBs are worth something. Gotta see the fixer and find what he'll give for them. At least two hundred. Shit, he oughta make it three for all the business we're bringin' him."

Karen realized then that Big Ed had sent the women out to strip cars. They'd worked all night stealing CB radios. This wasn't a very nice group of people she'd fallen in with.

More than ever, she wanted to leave. But hadn't Big Ed said she was going to be turned over to these women for a little fun? The thought was so perverted, Karen couldn't even begin to understand what was going to happen to her.

"Hey, who's the broad? That blonde bitch over there?" demanded Dottie.

"Knuckles found her spying on us. We, uh, we been having a little fun with her until y'all could get back."

"Hey, girls, take a look at what we got!"

They huddled around Karen. This was worse than having the men look at her like she was a piece of beef. That she could understand. Sex was sex, no matter how crude or brutal. But these women were looking at her in the exact same way.

They wanted her sexually.

Karen suppressed a shudder. Holding back tears, she asked Big Ed, "When you going to let me go like you promised? You're not going to lie to me, are you?"

Dottie slapped her across the mouth with the back of her hand. "No one says my old man's a liar. Not some little blonde hussy just wandering in and looking for some cheap thrills."

"I… I never meant to spy on you. I was running away."

"Sure. Hmmm, a runaway. Ought to be good for a little while. How long before the cops start looking for her, do you think?"

Big Ed shrugged.

"I figure," Dottie said, "at least another day. They might never get around to it out here. This desert can swallow up people awful fast. The vultures – have you seen 'em, honey? – they're all the time looking for lost people. To eat. Carrion eaters, they are, yeah."

She smiled. The yellowed teeth made Karen shiver but she managed to get her courage up enough to say, "They can't be too good, those vultures. They've left you alone. Or maybe you're too smelly for them!"

She was rewarded with another slap across the face.

"You gonna let us have her, Big Ed? Please?" begged one of the women. Karen took one look at this one and almost passed out, dressed all in black leather, she had a chain she was lightly flicking across one of her opened palms. It was obvious what she wanted to do. Karen knew she would never escape unscarred from the leather freak's idea of lovemaking.

Karen's eyes looked pleadingly at Big Ed. He was the only one who could rescue her. And from the sudden leer on his lips, she knew he wasn't going to even try.

He pointed at the blonde teenager and said, "Have fun, chicks. Knuckles and me'll be back as soon as we've fenced the radios."

He vaulted over the door of the jeep and keyed it to an unsteady life. Karen felt as if her only pillar of strength was abandoning her. She hated the man, hated him with all the power of her being, but he was the only hope she had of escaping from the bikers' camp.

Dottie said, "So you got a taste of what the Maniacs are like, huh?" She laughed harshly at her crude joke.

"Let's see what you can do with some of their mamas. Lynn, Nesh, show'er what you can do."

Karen could only watch in mute horror as the two women advanced on her. She had no idea what they were going to do, but it probably wasn't going to be pretty. At least the black leather-clad woman was just standing and idly swinging her chain against a limb of a mesquite shrub. The way it ripped the bark off the limb told her what it could do to her if swung around her arms or legs.

Lynn and Nesh quickly stripped off their clothes. It could have been a sexy disrobing. It wasn't. Karen watched the two women get naked with all the finesse of a rapist tearing clothes off a victim. But then, that was probably the way they got their kicks. They were probably raped more often than having a man make love to them.

Animals didn't know any better.

"See how the blonde bitch is shaking? You don't think she's cold, do you, Nesh?"

The washed-out blonde answered, "Let's warm her up, Lynn. Let's make sure she has nothing to gripe about."

One of them – Karen couldn't figure out which one – crouched over her face, snatch shoved brutally down. A distant command came: "Eat!"

She had no choice but to obey. Barely able to breathe, she was trapped between the woman's thighs. Her ears were pressed firmly into the soft flesh of inner legs, her eyes not able to see past the blush filling her field of vision.

"Suck, damn you! Fat me out! Good, make it good!"

She hesitantly stuck her tongue out. Never having any, experience making love to a woman before, she had to rely on what it was like when one of her boyfriends ate her out.

Her tongue began licking up and down the sex lips, trying to slurp up all the fuck fluids leaking out of the woman's cunt. She found the taste strangely exciting. Not like male cum, but different, tasty. She licked faster, harder.

Her tongue roughly caressed the turgid, pink sex lips guarding the woman's cunt. The manhole was oozing out a steady stream of juice now. That spurred the teenager on. This wasn't so bad, after all.

She was actually enjoying it!

Lesbian lovemaking had never really appealed to her. The thought of making it with another chick had been slightly repulsive. It wasn't that way at all!

She stuffed her tongue all the way up the woman's twat. Once inside the tight little passage, she felt the velvety walls now dripping with lubricants. Her tongue twisted and spun around like a tiny tornado. It felt good stroking back and forth into her cunt. She was actually tongue fucking the woman!

"Atta girl!" came encouragement. "You're doing it good. Keep going! Lemme have all your tongue!"

Her entire mouth was suddenly filled with snatch. The woman was letting her entire weight descend on her face. The girl valiantly tried to give as much pleasure as she could. This was exciting her as much as the woman who was getting the full benefit of the teenager's tongue.

She licked from one end of the sex slit to the other. Making sure she touched each and every part of the delicate sex lips, she moved inside the rigid flaps to the delicately fluttering, scalloped inner labia. These she gave special attention to.

Remembering how it made her all weak and quivery inside when a boy ran his tongue along them, she gave them the best licking she could.

Then she rammed her tongue back into the cunt opened up for her. Her tongue raced in and out in a mock fucking. She thought it would have been better if the woman had a cock fucking her, but the girl wasn't in any position to complain.

Suddenly, the woman squatting over her face shrieked and began thrashing around. The teenager could barely keep her tongue in the flowing cunt. Then the softness and warmth and wetness was gone from her face. All that was left was a thin trickle of cunt juice dribbling down one of her cheeks.

"Damn, you got some tongue, girl."

"Go on, Lynn, do your thing now. I got off."

The other woman straddled the blonde's waist, then moved up until her cunt was directly over one of the girl's tits. Lowering her body, she stuffed her twat down firmly over the tip of one of Karen's boobs.

Karen watched in fascination – repelled fascination – as Lynn opened her pussy lips enough to take in the entire end of one of the boobs. She seemed to have great control over her labia. She began working them lewdly all over the tip of Karen's tit.

The sensations working their way into the teenager's body were all confused and contradictory. It was pleasant having the moist lips smoothly working over her aroused nipple. But this was so kinky, so perverted, she didn't see how she could possibly be getting excited.

She was, however.

That made her feel she was really doing something evil, sinful. But the pussy fur stroking all over her tender tits alleviated that somewhat. She watched in fascination as the pink pussy lips lewdly kissed and stroked all over the tips of her boobs. The light brown bush seemed to open hungry lips and take in its meal.

The electric excitement she felt was nothing compared to what Lynn was experiencing.

The woman cried out, "God! I don't believe it! I got her fuckin' tit halfway up my twat. And I can feel it throbbing! I can actually feel it throbbing like she was enjoying this! Damn!"

Karen was breathing harder, her tits rising and falling with the action. She was unconsciously ramming her boob all the way up into the woman's quim. It wasn't something she'd planned; it just happened that way. And she was actually enjoying this, too.

The feel of the soft pussy lips all over the delicate nipple of her left tit sent electric tingles into her chest. She felt her cunt begin to water and leak out its juices. Turned on by this bizarre lovemaking, she was both excited and humiliated.

She shouldn't be turned on by this. Not something this depraved and immoral!

But she was.

The girl had no choice but to come to grips with the fact she was enjoying this almost as much as sucking off all twelve of the bikers earlier that night. And having Big Ed and Knuckles do their thing with her brought up sexy memories. She called out, "Go on, damn you! Fuck yourself on my little tittie! It… it's good! It's so damn good I can hardly stand it!"

Lynn was lost in the paradise of orgasm. She'd finally brought herself off by stuffing that knocker into her cunt. The flesh-on-flesh contact had been enough for her.

When she stood, Karen's tits were completely drenched with fuck fluids. In the dim morning light, they seemed to glow with their own inner illumination. She looked down and got even hotter seeing the sight of twin mounds of titflesh gleaming like that.

"You two get your kicks out of her?" demanded Dottie.

"Yeah! Sure thing! Damned hot one!" came the answers.

"Good. Now I'll give her something she'll never forget." Karen didn't miss the looks passing between Lynn and Nesh. They had slightly horrified expressions on their faces – yet they were obviously anxious to see what would happen.

"Look, uh, Dottie, Big Ed said I could go. He said…"

"I don't give a fuck what he said, you little cunt. Hey, yeah. How little is your cunt? Small enough for you to take this?"

Karen screamed when she saw what the woman picked up. It was a gas can with a flexible nozzle on it. The woman obviously intended cramming that goose necked nozzle all the way up her quim.

"No, you can't! Please, no, I beg you! I'll do anything! I'll eat you out! I'll suck on your tits! Anything! Just tell me what you want and I'll do it!"

"Shut your lip."

And then the teenager really screamed. Hands tied behind her back, she couldn't do anything to prevent the insertion of the gas can nozzle up her cunt.

The cold metal seemed to suck the heat out of her. She shivered with both cold and intense, biting pain. The rings of the nozzle bit and pinched the soft folds of her cunt. It did mold itself well to her inner chamber but this was small consolation.

The pain was just too great for her. She began thrashing around in a futile attempt to get the spout out of her.

It was too far up her twat.

"Like that, huh?" taunted Dottie. "Want it farther up so you can really get off on it?"

She grabbed one of the girl's kicking legs and pulled her closer. One hand on the spout, the other firmly clasping a trim ankle, she began grinding the spout into the teenager's blonde pussy.

"Nooo! It hurts baaad!"

"Good," came the cold response.

The woman started driving the metal cock in and out of the girl's tender, already tortured cunt. The pain shot all the way up her spine and smashed hard into her brain. The faster she was masturbated with the nozzle, the less control she had over her body.

Soon the blonde was a seething mass of pain. There wasn't a singe muscle in her body that didn't hurt. Her shoulders were stiff and aching from having her hands bound all night long. Her wrists were puffy from the cords where they cut off circulation. Her back and rear were painfully abraded by die sand.

Now her cunt was being ripped and torn. The bottle her father had jammed into her had hurt; it had hurt bad. She'd bled a lot from it, but the pain hadn't been anything like this. Dottie was twisting the metal snake around as she drove it in and out of the tender, violated cunt like a piston.

"You dig this, huh?"

The words were distant. Karen couldn't hear them very well. Her temples were filled with the sound of her blood pounding fiercely. But most of all, she could feel the trickle of blood beginning to ooze from her twat once more.

The metal tube wasn't that big around but it had sharp edges on it. It was designed to fit into a gas tank, not a woman's quim.

She could feel the coldness of it inching upward toward her belly. Her pussy walls were bleeding, weeping in pain from this misuse.

A cock, sure, that she loved having rammed up her cunt. Even Big Ed's raping her hadn't been all that bad. Embarrassing, humiliating, yes, but a cock was what was meant to be shoved back and forth in a woman's cunt. That was the way Nature intended things to be.

Cocks fuck cunts. A law of Nature which she'd never violated.

Until now.

Now she was being crammed full of icy metal spigot. The blood helped ease the passage in and out of her body but not by much. The pain spread like a pool of molten lead through her body, first starting in her quim and them igniting her loins to a fierce pain. From there, her upper legs and chest began to ache.

The ache became sheer agony.

Her whole body exploded with the outrage being perpetrated on her defenseless cunt.

She passed out. There was simply no way she could possibly put up with any more pain or degradation. The teenager had reached the limits her body could endure.

Dottie looked down at her and snarled, "She's no fun. She went away too soon."

"You didn't snuff her, did you, Dottie?"

"What's it to you if I did?"

"Hell, nothing. She was just good at eating me out. Been a waste if you did off her like that."

Nesh said under her breath, "What a Goddamn horrible way to go. Having a fucking gas spout stuffed up you."

Their comments were cut off by the sound of the jeep returning. They turned and saw Knuckles and Big Ed returning.

Ed jumped out waving a sheaf of bills. He cried, "Got the three hundred I promised. Good stuff, Dottie."

"Yeah, lover boy. Real good. Gimme my share."

"The hell you say. Earn it. On your back and spread 'em. I got real horny bouncing all the way over that desert."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I did, too," she said, sinking to the ground next to the unconscious Karen. Her legs drifted open for her man's cock.