Frank Brown

Ravaged tied family

CHAPTER ONE

They were creeping along now at about five miles an hour, bumper-to-bumper traffic on the two-lane highway stretching for miles in both directions, the close walls of the canyon nearly scraping the paint off the sides of the cars.

The temperature had to be over a hundred degrees, and not a whisper of breeze disturbed the black soot and noxious fumes that crept into the station wagon from the growling semi looming just inches in front of them. Crystal held her breath, clenched her teeth, ready to explode.

"Stubborn bastard!" June Martinson said. "I told you we should have stayed on the freeway. Now look at us! It'll take us ten years to get out of this God-forsaken canyon."

Howard Martinson's big hands crushed the steering wheel tighter, sweat beading on the backs of them. "If you don't shot that trap of yours, I swear I'll belt you. I told you to relax, for Christ sake. We'll be out of here in no time, and we'll save about fifty miles."

June sucked furiously on her cigarette, glancing at Crystal and Randy in the back seat. "A big bird is going to swoop down and rescue us, children. Your daddy's got it all planned out."

Howard glared at her. "I'm warning you, big mouth, one more word…"

June stared out the wide window. "Bastard," she whispered.

"Randy, open up that atlas and shove it up front." Howard took the atlas over his right shoulder as Randy handed it to him, then tried to drive and read the map simultaneously.

Crystal just knew they were going to end up squashed, beneath the trailer of the semi, but she didn't dare say a word. She hadn't survived this long in this family without knowing when to hold her tongue.

Randy was leering at her again, his brown eyes scoping her tits, then his gaze moving down to take in her bare legs and feet. She felt her nipples stiffen under the thin material of her T-shirt, felt an itchy throb in her cunt. She looked away, not wanting him to know she was excited. The way Randy looked at her sometimes, she just knew that he was on the verge of raping her. It was the same look she got from almost every guy at Lincoln High. Boys were such animals. If she gave them any encouragement, look out!

"We'll be turning off any time now," her father announced.

Her mother swung toward him. "What are you talking about? The sign a few miles back said no gas, no exits, no nothing for the next forty miles."

"Just relax," Howard said. "I've been through here before. I know a secret shortcut."

June groaned. "Another great shortcut like the one we're on now? Why don't you just get us back to the freeway? You haven't been through this area in twenty years. Don't you realize that things change?"

"June, will you just shut up?"

June exhaled loudly, flung her cigarette butt out the window, and sat back, crossing her arms.

Out of the corner of her eye, Crystal saw a bulge moving in Randy's shorts. He had his hand in his pocket and was stroking his cock. Her pussylips swelled, tingling. He'd been jacking himself off about four times a day during the entire trip. She wondered how he could stand all that sticky cum in his underwear all the time. She could smell it, had been smelling it all during the trip, and wondered why her parents couldn't.

Boys were disgusting. It wasn't just Randy. All boys were. She'd watched more toys than she could remember jack off in class, groping their cocks by shoving a hand in a pocket. She'd heard that some boys cut holes in their pockets so they could wrap a bare hand around the naked meat of their cocks right there in class! How could they be so bold? Sure, a lot of girls, masturbated in class by squeezing their legs together, but that was hardly noticeable, seeing that most girls sat with their legs crossed most of the time anyway.

Crystal crossed her legs and began to work her pussylips against each other, the raw fuckmeat of her inner cuntlips moist with pussycream and as hot as the asphalt of the highway. She dared not glance at Randy for fear she'd draw attention to herself. Maybe she could bring herself off without Randy even noticing.

As she repeatedly contracted the muscles of her thighs, forcing delicious fuck-thrills through her teenaged cuntmeat, she began to slide her smooth legs against each other. Her toes curled from the sensations. The crotch of her shorts fast became wet, and she could smell her cunt. She prayed that Randy and her parents wouldn't detect the musky female aroma, but she was too hot to stop herself. It was maddening, having to masturbate like this, but it was equally exciting.

Out of the corner of her eye she could see his brown toes wriggling with pleasure. He had deeply tanned legs that were covered with golden hairs. The truth was, she wanted him to fuck her. But she couldn't let him, could never let him. It wouldn't be right. No, even if he tried to seduce her, she would have to resist. If he wanted her, he would have to rape her.

Crystal stifled a gasp, her heart slamming faster and faster. The thought of Randy raping her had almost brought her off. It was a terrible thought, almost as bad as the thought of her father raping her. But as terrible as the thought was, it excited her. Why did it excite her so? She was a bad girl, disgusting. She wondered what her parents would do were they ever to find put what a filthy mind she had.

They were both so anti-sex. She wondered how she and Randy had ever managed to be born. She couldn't imagine her parents fucking. They'd almost cut off Randy's hands when they'd discovered that he jacked off. She could still remember that day, even though it had been five or six years ago. Even the word sex was taboo in the Martinson household. It was all so strange, because her dad was a handsome and virile man in his late thirties, and her mother was still a voluptuous blonde with a set of tits that Crystal envied. She didn't think her parents had fucked in years though. At least, she'd never heard them, and she didn't think it was possible for a man and a woman to fuck without making noise. Whenever she herself got fucked by some hot stud from school, she couldn't help gasping and squealing and grunting, and the stud usually moaned and bellowed like a bull, going on and on about how hot and tight and wet she was.

Randy was suddenly shivering. Crystal dared to turn her eyes and discovered her handsome brother in the throes of orgasm, attempting to hold himself rigid and to stifle his breathing while his cock flexed in his shorts, filling with sticky cum. His body vibrated with rhythmic shudders, his toes curled under, his eyes rolling under closed lids, his face contorting as each spasm gnawed through his tight loins. The scent of his jism filled the back seat of the station wagon and Crystal got drunk on it.

Shimmying her legs together, working her pussylips against each other, she brought herself off before Randy had recovered enough from his orgasm to open his eyes. As the waves of heat and fuck-itch saturated her teenaged crotch, passing in waves through her loins and down her legs, she rolled toward the door of the car, closing her eyes, crossing her arms, and pretending to be asleep. Biting her lips to keep from gasping out loud, she held herself as tight as the could, the sensations of orgasm exploding in her loins.

CHAPTER TWO

Howard had pulled the station wagon off the highway and they sat looking at the sign, June saying they'd be crazy to even consider taking the untended side road. She demanded they get back on the highway.

"No way," Howard said. "We'll have to wait 'til midnight to squeeze back into that mess. Look at 'em. A bunch of sheep. All of 'em afraid of a little sign. We'll be back on the interstate before that truck that was ahead of us makes it another mile."

"Howard, you turn this car around and get back on that highway." June was shouting.

"Jesus Christ!" Randy snapped, covering his ears.

Howard glared into the back seat. "You watch our tongue, young man. Don't think you're too old for a thrashing. I'll give it to you right here, if you ask for it."

Randy closed his eyes and bit his lip.

Howard threw a quick glare at Crystal, as if daring her to say anything, then stepped on the gas. The car jerked forward, leaving the highway with its crawling traffic behind them in a cloud of dust. June muttered to herself, letting out a sharp shriek as the station wagon bounced over a pothole in the rutted clay road. They were heading into another canyon, a narrower canyon, following the tortuous windings of a small stream which flowed below the road at their left.

"Will you all just calm down," Howard said, sounding as if he was trying to calm himself down as well. "I've taken this route before. There's absolutely nothing to worry about. We'll be back on the interstate before you know it. And then we'll find ourselves a campground with a swimming pool."

Randy glanced at Crystal, and they both rolled their eyes! They'd both been through similar routines countless times before.

The road got better, then worse, then better again. In places the road had been washed toward the stream, leaving hardly room enough for the car to squeeze between the drop-off and the wall, of the canyon. If they didn't roll off into the stream or get stuck in a pothole, or blow out a tire on one of the sharp rocks that threatened every few feet, then it would be a miracle.

"Notice the tire tracks," Howard said, his gaze glued to the road ahead as he maneuvered the station wagon. "We're not the only ones who have taken this road recently. It seems as if there are still a few other brave souls left in the world."

"Brave fools," June muttered, but Howard ignored her.

It was about a half hour later, just when Crystal thought they might make it back to the interstate alive, that the other brave souls came into view. Crystal knew they were trouble the moment she spotted them. She'd seen their kind in the movies too many times not to know what they were like.

"Oh, my God!" June said. "Howard, turn around."

"Just stay calm," Howard said. "Nothing to worry about." He waved at the four motorcyclists as he steered past them, giving them a smile.

The four were down at the edge of the stream, their chrome-trimmed cycles parked up above on the road. They resembled four pirates, one of them with his pants off and wading in the stream while he pissed. The pissing cyclist was the only one to acknowledge Howard's wave, holding his beer can up in salute and giving Howard a toothy grin, his red bandana holding his long hair in place. The other three all stared grimly at the passing auto as if either stunned or disturbed by the intrusion. Howard managed to squeeze the car between the cycles and the canyon wall, missing one bike by inches.

"Don't look back," Howard half whispered, although Crystal was already looking back, disturbed by the way the four cyclists seemed to be calling a quick conference.

As soon as the station wagon had rounded the next bend, Howard gave the car more gas.

"What's wrong?" June demanded, sounding half hysterical. "Oh, for Christ sake!" Howard said. "Just stay calm! There's nothing to worry about!"

"I just knew something like this would happen," June said. "They're going to come after us. I just know it."

"Maybe we should've brought your pistol, Dad," Randy said.

"Oh, for Christ sake!" Howard snapped. "Will everybody just shut up and relax! You've all been watching too much Goddamned TV. This is real life, not TV." He started to say more, but his words were drowned out by the droning roar of the four cycles as they suddenly rounded the bend.

Crystal, still looking back, felt her heart swell and tighten in her chest as the four huge cycles and their savage-looking riders slid into view, closing fast on the car. Within seconds two of the growling machines were prowling past the station wagon, one on each side, while the other two cycles fell in behind the car. One bear-like cyclist, a black patch over his left eye, winked at Crystal as he slid by, the sun glinting off his half-bald scalp and off his gold earring. Crystal slid down in her seat, hiding herself like a little girl.

"Holy shit!" Randy said, watching the other cyclist pass on his side. He was a wiry, dark-haired youth.

Crystal caught sight of a large blue swastika tatooed on the youth's bare left shoulder and of a gleaming silver hunting knife, the blade of which was clamped between the youth's front teeth.

"Howard, run them down," June said hysterically. "Kill them before they kill us."

"Let's not lose our heads," Howard said, slowing the car as the two cyclists cut in front of him and decelerated. "They're just playing games."

The huge cyclist suddenly put up his hand and stopped his machine. Howard hit the brakes to avoid hitting him. The cyclists all cut their engines, and suddenly the idling of the station wagon sounded pathetically weak in the stillness of the canyon.

"Stay calm," Howard half whispered, his voice quavering.

The big man swung off his cycle and ambled up to the side of the car. His denim vest, stained with black grease, fell open at the front, displaying his enormous hairy beer belly, which appeared to sway as he walked.

"Afternoon," Howard said, his attempt at a friendly tone completely unconvincing.

The big man walked right past Howard's door, ignoring him. His hairy paw fell on the hand of Crystal's door and he swung the door open with such force that it almost broke off. He grinned down at Crystal with stained and rotted teeth. "Ain't you a perty little bitch!"

As he reached down and grabbed Crystal by her shiny blonde hair, she screamed.

"Hey, what the hell!" Howard shouted, throwing open his door. But before he could get out, a tall blonde cyclist appeared and kicked him in the gut, Howard fell back, gasping.

The big man dragged Crystal out of the car while the other cyclists forced June and Randy out on the other side. Crystal heard her mother screech and heard a loud slap. She heard Randy grunt as he got punched or kneed in the stomach. The big man bear-hugged Crystal, drooling stinking kisses and bites all over her neck and cheeks. He was sweaty, and she itched as he mauled her in his filthy embrace. His hard-on throbbed against her lower belly.

"Digger likes you," the big man growled, forcing off her shorts. He tore the zipper open, then tugged her shorts and panties off with a vicious jerk. The ripped clothing floated down Crystal's naked legs as if made of tissue paper. His hairy paw twisted between her thighs, his fingers pinching the spongy meat of her blonde-furred cunt muff. He screwed a rough finger up her pussy, and she gasped, a shiver passing through her.

"Don't," she whimpered. "Please don't."

Digger laughed, ripping off her T-shirt, nearly pulling off her head in the process. His rough paws slid all over her smooth naked body. She squirmed in his arms, the wiry hairs of his chest and abdomen scouring at her silky young skin. Digger got his fly open and his prick flexed up like a hot tailpipe between her legs.

"Please don't," Crystal cried, pounding at the man's massive chest.

Digger laughed at her attempts to defend herself and stuffed her frantic cries back down her throat with his huge tongue. Gripping her jaw so tightly that his claws penetrated to the bone, he French-kissed her, his spit leaking down her gagging throat, his prick sliding and jerking between her thighs.

Although fighting Digger, Crystal managed to catch glimpses of her father and brother being bound to the motorcycles with clothesline rope, and of the dark-haired youth using his hunting knife to rip the clothes off her mother.

"Howard!" June was shouting as if she'd completely lost her mind. "Howard, stop them, stop them!" She sounded pathetic.

Digger raised Crystal as easily as if she were a child's doll, sitting her on his rot-hard, nearly vertical cock. His enormous prickhead split apart her pussylips. He gripped her at the waist, his hands neatly encircling her slender middle completely, and twisted her body from side to side, screwing her down onto his billy club-sized fucker. As Digger's cockhead slipped inside her pussy, she winced from the painful stretch it gave her cunt. If her fuckmeat had been any less elastic, it would have torn.

"Ahhh!" Digger sighed, his one good eye glazed with pleasure as he fucked all of his thick cock up into Crystal's tight cunt. "You got a real prick-skinner there, perty girl. But you ain't no virgin, are ya?"

Crystal took quick breaths, wondering whether it felt like this to have a baby. She could feel the man's prickhead lodged in the mouth of her womb, and throbbing there like a living heart. She felt dizzy. Her vision was blurred. She clawed blindly at the hairy gorilla with her fingernails, but he only laughed, jerking her up and down on his cock as if she were a sex-toy. Then he was walking with her, using her body to jack off his cock as he took easy strides. He had to weigh at least 300 pounds, and Crystal weighed less than a third of that.

Without breaking the key-like union of his cock in her cunt, he leaned forward, shoveling Crystal into the back seat of the station wagon and crunching down on top of her. The sun-heated vinyl burned her back. The huge, hairy, sweaty bulk of the grunting man smothered her. As he started to fuck, to enjoy the savage rape of her teenaged pussy, he eased some of his weight off her, allowing her to breathe. His breath stank of beer and rotted teeth.

"You love old Digger, don't ya, hot chicky? You want old Digger to fuck ya now 'til doomsday, don't ya?" He chuckled, lapping at her face, biting her ear, rubbing his grizzly face against her cheek. "Well, don't worry, chicky, old Digger just might do that."

His one visible eye had rolled back, only half the gray iris showing, and it looked glazed, resembling the eye of a corpse. Crystal could feel his heartbeat against her tits. As he fucked her harder, ramming his cock in and out at least eight inches per stroke, he panted so violently that he wheezed. His cock fucked in and out, turning her cunt to a seething fuckhole. Hot pussycream ran opt of her cunt and greased her asscrack. Despite herself, she was turned on.

She could hardly stand the mad pistoning of the big vein-rippled cock inside her. Reaching up with both her arms and legs, she clung to the rutting animal, digging her nails into his hairy shoulders, kicking at his chaps-clad ass with her heels. His hairy abdomen rubbed all over her naked front, exciting her for some perverted reason. Moaning, grunting, she began to rock her hips, to slide her cunt up and down on his cock as he pumped. She found herself clawing at his denim vest and at his pants, found herself wishing he was naked so she could feel all of his bestial hairy body on top of her.

He seemed to read her mind, because he paused in his fucking, lifting up so he could shuck off his vest, unbuckling his pants and letting them slide down his legs until they bunched around his boots. He wore no underwear, so he was able to strip his loins naked without breaking his fuck-union with Crystal. He settled back down on her then, slicing his cock in her clutching cunt.

Crystal bathed in the hairy flesh of the big man. His sweat drenched her like warm oil. She smelled his stench more strongly now, the aroma of his armpits and balls, and she could hardly breathe from the heady fumes. He was disgusting, like some kind of manure perfumed bull in a barnyard. She hated him, felt like vomiting from his smell, but she rocked her hips, fucking his cock, getting more turned on by the moment. Her hatred, her disgust, only increased her pleasure.

"Fuck me!" she whispered between clenched teeth. "Oh, fuck me!" She gouged the jerking man with her fingernails and toenails, dug her heels into his ass and tried to get him to fuck her deeper, to fuck her harder. The vinyl car seat was wet under her back, oiled with sweat, and she squirmed between it and the cunt-grinding beast on top of her, feeling filthier than she'd ever felt in her young life. The cuntjuice oozed from her pussy, greasing the seat under her ass. The scent of balls and cunt saturated the oven-like air in the back seat of the stationwagon.

The big man writhed, rubbing Crystal into the car seat as if she were a cigarette butt he was putting out with his body. His wiry body hair scoured her tender skin. As he humped, fucking his cock in her pussyhole, he rotated his ass, grinding his cock down into her, reaming her out, fucking her deeper and harder than she'd ever been fucked before.

"Ohhh, yesss!" she moaned, "ohhh, do me, fuck me, oh, so deep, so hard!" She twisted her head sharply, this way and that, the fuck-tension building in every cell of her body, her nipples like wood and rubbing up against the man's hairy chest. As the big bear sank his rotted teeth into her neck, she screamed, as much with pleasure as with pain and fear. She was sure he would sever a neck artery, that a torrent of her hot blood would fill his mouth and that she would bleed to death as he ravished her helpless, shuddering young body.

"Mmm, mmm!" the man growled, gnawing on her neck, sucking up her tender flesh and chewing on it. "Hot baby, hot chicky!"

Oh, God, I'm being raped, Crystal thought. I'm being raped! It was a more savage experience than she had ever imagined, and the feelings were more intense than she'd ever imagined they would be. He was brutal, but so exciting. Oh, so exciting! She could hardly stand the feelings. The man's cock wouldn't quit, wouldn't even pause. Her pussyhole clutched almost spastically, its every cell burning and itching. Her cuntlips had swollen like rubber sacks filled with hot water. Her fuckmeat felt hotter and tighter than ever before. Her clit had grown long and hard, being rubbed back and forth by the slippery cockshaft of the relentlessly humping bull on top of her. Daggers of fire shot through her clit. She dug her fingers and toes into the big man, rocking her pelvis, rubbing her tits against him, going out of her mind with pleasure.

"Ohhh, I'm gonna come!" she groaned. "Oh, God, I'm gonna come!"

"Yeahhh!" the big man sighed, grinding her into the car seat. "Ohhh, yeahhh!"

His prick plunged deeper, swelling larger and harder. His huge, cum-bloated balls happed against her crotch. His prickhead seemed to inflate as it kissed the depths of her thrill-saturated womb. As his prick shuddered fiercely, flexing inside her, contracting, he bellowed like a bull and exploded a torrent of hot jism into the pit of her fuckhole. The moment his hot cum splashed against her seething fuckmeat, her cunt went into such intense spasms that she whined like a cat.

"Ohhhhh, Goddddd!" she whimpered, biting the man's grizzly jaw, tearing at him with her nails, crushing him in her spastic embrace. Her cunt filled with heat and pleasure, gripping the man's rhythmically flexing cock like a strong fist, milking the turn out of him as he cried out and spurted again and again.