Raped nurse

CHAPTER FIVE

Lisa didn't have to wait too long to figure out what Hank had in stare far her. She could feel the cold metal tip of the knife slide across her asscheek. The blonde let out a tiny, terrified moan and trembled. Hank drew the blade lightly from the outside of the shaking buttock up toward her waist, then slowly down to the curve where her ass met her thigh. He wasn't cutting her. But all he had to do was increase the pressure a bit and that threatening blade would become an instrument of destruction.

"Uhhhh," Lisa moaned as she felt the big man apply pressure and the blade slide closer to her pussy. Lisa wanted to cry, she wanted to scream out in terror. But she knew that any kind of reaction like that would give Hank reason to assault her with his knife.

Lisa sucked in a deep breath as the knife trailed lightly across the outer line of her snatch lips. The combination of the cold tip and the fear that Hank would slice off her labes made the woman shudder and moan almost uncontrollably.

"Looks like you dig that, eh, baby? You like to feel Hank's knife slicin' around your snatch?" the big man sneered as he dragged the blade through her forest of matted blonde pussy hairs. Lisa bit her lower lip. Her face wrinkled up into a mask of terror and anticipation.

Finally Hank lifted the knife. Lisa sighed and almost collapsed on the cot. She relaxed her muscles and sank down slightly, her tender nipples touching the top of the cot.

Then suddenly she tensed again. There was a thrilling chill freezing the middle of her snatch.

The flat end of the blade was pressed against the slit from her clit to her vagina. Lisa felt her pussy shudder then clamp down on nothing. The razor-sharp edges of the blade bit into her pussylips, miraculously not cutting away at the fat, spongy cuntlips.

"Enjoying it, honey?" Hank mocked as he carefully rocked the knife down, pressing the tip harder against the hood of her clit. Lisa gasped again. She felt something strange happening to her. The pressure on her clit was generating pleasurable shocks through her shuddering box. Her back arched, making her show her pussy even more eagerly to Hank's steady stare.

"Hey guys, she really digs this kind of shit. Ain't seen too many who like it this way," Hank chuckled as he rocked the tip of the knife back and forth on her clit.

The constant touch and chill of the blade sent sparks of incredible delight through the terrified woman. Slowly, Lisa became aware of a growing tightness and hotness in her pussy, especially a hotness where the blade of the knife touched her snatch. The blonde nurse shook her head back and forth as if she were arguing violently with someone. This couldn't be happening to her! Not to Lisa Murray. She wasn't some kind of sex freak who turned onto this kind of thing. No. No! Yet there was the proof of her dribbling pussy, oozing cunt juice that covered the blade of that rocking knife. There was the proof of her stiffening nipples. She could feel her flesh crawling with unspeakable, unnatural delight as Hank kept playing with her swampy box with that knife.

"God," she cried out, fighting back the tears as the cunt juice flowed out of her fuck hole and trickled down her thighs. She kept fighting with herself as Hank laughed obscenely behind her. Her pulse raced faster and faster as her breath came in short, shallow pants.

Lisa then noticed Hank was hovering over her. He'd untied the green operating pants and shoved them down to his knees. Now he was stroking his eight-inch long cock. Juice dribbled freely out of the purple, slick dickhead. Hank used it as a lubricant as he swirled his thick, hairy fingers around the tip and slicked down his throbbing shaft. The rope-like veins wrapped around the cunt-splitter pulsated with excitement while Hank continued to move the knife around Lisa's pussy.

"Ahhhh," she grunted. The tip of that knife finally cut lightly through the membranes surrounding her stiffened clit. The pain was more intense because of the cunt juice leaking into it.

But somehow the agony mixed in with the electric thrill of Hank's knife-massage. The result was a sensation that was far beyond pleasure. It made Lisa's pussylips explode into a hot sexual fire. The constant rush of pussy juice across and into the cut was like salt rubbed into welts. But strangely, Lisa found herself welcoming the pain.

Oh God, he's going to cut my clit off, Lisa suddenly thought. But strangely again, that idea made her cunt juice flow even faster. Lisa felt a rising hotness around her belly and nipples. The fiery sting in her cunt plus the terror that Hank might suddenly fly out of control and slice her to pieces added to her sexual excitement. Lisa hated herself for the feelings that swept over her. She was actually wanting more pain, more of Hank. She thought of that big, fat dick drooling inches above her and prayed God that he'd shove it in her anywhere.

Hank chuckled again, dragging the tip of the knife back. The buzzing flashes from her clit slackened. But the fear of Hank slicing her pussy apart remained. Involuntarily, Lisa shoved her ass back at Hank. The tip of the knife slipped from her cunt, then past the puckered ring of her shithole. Lisa suddenly felt ashamed of herself. She was actually crouching there like a bitch dog in heat, backing into a man who'd kill her without thinking twice about it. He was staring at parts of her she'd reserved for only the most intimate moments with special men. It was humiliating and degrading to be in this obscene position in front of these howling men.

Yet at the same time Lisa knew that her body was hungry for that big, red-knobbed cock. She wanted Hank to jam his cock into her hungry hole. Her slick, tender cunt rumbled with excitement as she thought of Hank's dick and how it would feel sinking into her super-heated fuck tunnel.

"Ohhhh," Lisa groaned as she felt the knife poke at the brown wrinkled skin surrounding her asshole. Lisa gasped again from that sudden cold contact. The pin-prick stabs from the blade forced the rubbery ring of her shitter inward. The blonde cried out as she felt the tip of the knife barely breaking that slick skin around the hole. Terror made her shiver with the same forbidden delight she'd felt earlier. For a second, Lisa thought of Hank's red, rubbery dong jerking above her and wondered if he had plans for her shitter.

"Yeah, baby, yeah," Hank grunted out. He was panting heavily now. She could feel his sexual excitement radiating out of every pore of his body. He was still jacking his cock up and down while he stared at her. His fingers moved over the cum-slicked thick shaft faster and faster. He poked the tip of his knife into the puffy outer edges of her snatch lips again. Then he moved it back up to her buttocks. Lisa cried out over and over, knowing that she was bleeding somewhere back there. But her excitement was growing too fast and hot for her to care. She rolled her hips from side to side, arching and thrusting her sliced asscheeks back at the big man.

"Yeah, babe. You turn onto this. You really do," Hank growled deep in his throat.

Lisa clawed at the material covering the cot. She felt the cuts stinging like tiny fires in her violated flesh. The entire area blazed with heat and stinging pain. Lisa's sweat trickled into the bleeding cuts, making them burn and itch with a strange delight. She felt the oily sweat rolling down her thighs, mixing with her cunt juice then trickling downward toward her knees. Her body shook and glistened under the dim light of the cabin as Hank's breathing grew more shallow and irregular.

"You fuckin' bitch. You've been waitin' for someone like me to come around and take you down a couple of pegs, ain't ya?" Hank said breathlessly. His speech became more desperate as the seconds ticked by. The humiliating sting of his sentences heightened Lisa's excitement even more. She suddenly wanted to be crushed in the dirt by that big apelike animal towering over her. She wanted to be called every name in the book, then degraded beyond words in front of all those men. "You want cock so bad, don't you? Well, baby, you're gonna get a cock like you never had between them legs before."

Lisa felt the blind stabs of his cock against the bleeding sides of her cunt. The bulbous head of his prick slithered under her cuntlips, making the blonde nurse cry with a yelp of pain and delight. The drops of jizz leaking out of the fat head seemed to set her clit on fire. Lisa rolled her hips forward, hunching her back and growling deep in her throat. Lisa screamed out as she felt his cockhead lodge in her cunthole.

"Ahhhhh!" she cried, swaying back and forth as she tried to stab her pussy onto his big dong.

"You can't wait, can ya?" Hank sneered, hunching forward slightly. Lisa bore down to help him get in more easily. Her aching inner cuntal walls hurt as the big man hunched his dick in further and further. That long, thick dick slipped into her snatch finally like a greased finger. Her thick cunt juice lubed her pussy while her relaxed muscles welcomed the big man's invading prick.

Once Hank's cock went halfway into her dripping hole, he let go of her hips and shifted his grip to her big tits. His fingers dug into the flesh. Lisa cried out with delight as she felt his powerful hands milking her big jugs, then slide down until his thumbs were sanding hard across her stiffened brown nipples. His dick and his tit-squeezing were turning her into a sex machine. Lisa felt shocks of pleasure shooting out from her nipples and racing down to her tortured cunt.

"Bastard, bastard," Lisa growled out under her breath as she felt that big shaft sink even deeper into her body. She loathed that big man bunching over her. She despised him and his brothers for doing this to her. The dog-style position made her feel cheap. Yet she still couldn't ignore the mindless pleasure she was getting from this obscene fucking session. She was enjoying this pain and humiliation. Lisa tried to hide this reaction, if nothing else but for Marilyn's sake. She didn't like the idea of her friend watching her getting fucked like this. But Lisa feared even more the possibility of Marilyn blabbing all around town the fact that she actually enjoyed her torture. Her career would be at stake.

Chad, Lisa thought as tears welled up in her eyes and finally spilled over onto her flushed, hot cheeks. How could she even be thinking about how wonderful this humiliating experience was? Chad, so forgiving and handsome and intelligent. Chad, who could never understand her reactions to Hank's torture at this moment. And she had the nerve to criticize him for fooling around with some cheap nurse. If only he could see her now!

"Fuck, she's good and tight," Hank growled.

Lisa shook the thoughts out of her head. They were too painful to dwell on now. She'd think later, if she could. Right now, she found herself hunching back against the big man. The full length of his cock was buried in her fuckhole now. She could feel her sliced cuntlips stretched unbearably by the big man's fat cock. She felt the thick dickhead beating against the sides of her pussy like a big drumstick.

"No, no," Lisa cried, clenching her fingers into two tight fists as she tried to fight down the using tight, hot feeling burning her cunt. But she felt her pussy muscles contracting them relaxing as Hank fucked her long and slow.

"Ohhh," Hank crooned, digging his fingers hard into her tit flesh. His body hunched tighter against Lisa's until the two of them were almost glued together with sweat, jizz and pussy juice. He twisted her nipples viciously and bit the back of her neck in a fit of lust as his dick rammed faster and harder into her snatch.

Lisa sobbed. The fingers twisting her aching nipples made her tits ache. She cried out again, terrified that Hank would rip the tender flesh off.

"Oh, God!" Lisa cried as Hank clamped his teeth harder on the nape of her neck. She threw her head back. Her lower jaw slammed down and she let out a long, high-pitched animal howl as the room was filled with the loud squishing sounds of his brutal attacking. She lifted herself up with her arms while she kept on swiveling her ass. The blonde felt the need for her cunt to be released from the sexual tension that gripped it now.

Hank's flat, hairy belly slapped loudly against Lisa's blood-flecked ass. She could feel the wiry hairs scraping against her skin. Scratchy curls of his hair poked against her asshole, making that little cut around her rectum itch and burn crazily. Lisa thrust back harder against Hank's pounding cock. Her ass swirled, weaved and bounced faster and faster as the two of them shot closer toward climax.

"Come, come," Lisa found herself begging as Hank's thrusts nearly knocked her off the groaning cot. The big man's fingernails clawed at her sensitive nipples. Lisa sobbed with the pain. The combination of the unbelievable stretching in her cunt and the tearing agony around her nipples was overwhelming. All she wanted was to have the feelings racking her pussy increase until the pain and the swelling, spinning knot of delight and tension building in her belly swept over her.

"Bitch, bitch, bitch!" Hank cried. His head was thrown back and his eyes shut tightly as his hairy ass pumped forward harder and harder. Sweat rolled down his face and out from under his arms, matting down the thick body hairs as his fucking became a frenzied beating. The two of them growled like two animals as they trembled on the brink of a powerful orgasm.

"Ahhhh," Lisa cried. She cursed and drooled, rolling her head from side to side. She clawed at the cot under her hands while she drove her shoulders forward. Her throbbing, thunderous tits needed more manipulation. The twisting, scratching agony in her nipples was like the fire that raced through all her nerves now. Somewhere in the background Lisa could hear Marilyn groaning in disbelief. Right now, Lisa could care less. She couldn't care if they carved her friend up in front of her now. She was close to climax, close to blowing her load with a sexual explosion she'd never felt before. The pile-driving thrusts of Hank's cock and the woman's bucking and arching made the cot slide and scrape across the wooden floor. The supports of the cot groaned under, the added weight and pressure of their fucking as Lisa and Hank soared to their inevitable end.

Lisa growled again like a bitch. The knot of lust in her crotch was getting bigger and bigger. She could sense that it was about to explode. Suddenly she loved the excitement, the cock and the hands that were causing it. She moaned as she thought of the big, hairy man crushing down on her.

"Now, baby, now!" Hank rasped.

Lisa tried to hold off. The great blast furnace of strange, chilly heat in her cunt increased. She could hear the loud squishing of her juices between the loud slaps of his belly on her ass. With just a little more swiveling, Lisa knew she could come.

"Yes, yes," Lisa pleaded. She gritted her teeth. She didn't have enough energy for growling or gasping now. She thought only of that thick, ramming rod and felt her mind slipping away.

"Ohhh," Lisa cried in surprise. She felt a fraction of that tension building in her belly slip away and ripple through her muscles. Her body shuddered. Lisa could feel that Hank's cock was ready to shoot off now. All she had to do was wait for the first squirt. Lisa felt that she could snap his prick in half with her pussylips when the thick fizz shot out. The blonde screamed out something incoherent, then clamped her box tight.

Hank's cock thickened. The pounding beat of his thrusts slowed for a second. She wanted to slice off his cock the way he sliced her ass and pussy. The blonde wanted to degrade him the way he humiliated her.

"Now," he cried. With a furious jab, his cock knifed in hard. What followed was a long, hard spurt of something hot and sticky spattering against her cuntal walls. Lisa gasped, blowing out a breath as she felt her cuntwalls crash in from the explosion.

"Arrghhh," Lisa screamed. Her snatch grabbed more tightly at Hank's shooting dick than before. Her hips swiveled more violently as Lisa heard both herself and Hank screaming and groaning. She could feel him nibbling at the skin of her neck while another blast of cum shot deep into her pussy.

"Shit!" Hank grunted, banging his chin like a hammer against her neck as Lisa kept on screaming and trembling, under the force of her own climax. She could feel it ripping though her nipples, her fingers, her knees. The skin around her cunt and asshole was on fire as more and more jizz packed into her match, then spilled out and oozed over the violated skin. Her pussy milked more and more cum from Hank's balls as she silently begged for more.

Finally the fuck was over. Hank rested for several seconds, feeling the last ripple of orgasm tear through his softening prick. He shuddered, then slowly straightened himself up and pulled his shriveling cock out of Lisa's slick hole.

"Ain't seen anything like that for a long time," Hank said, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

"I wonder if this one's as lively," Claude said, looking down at Marilyn. The brunette had watched her friend in a fit of horrified fascination. Only now did she realize that everyone in the room was looking at her. She raised her hands protectively, clutching the top of her uniform with her trembling fingers and pulling it tightly to her tits.

"I won't cause any trouble! Really, I won't," Marilyn said, smiling sickly at Claude, then at Art and flank. The air grew thick with lust as the brunette shrank away from the big blond Decker brother. "No, don't," the woman cried.

Lisa mused herself from her stupor and turned around toward the screams. She saw Claude stripping her friend violently while Hank held her long brown hair in his hands, yanking back on it occasionally. Lisa groaned in sympathy for her friend, then collapsed into a semi-unconscious state bathed in humiliation and pain.