Whipped captive

CHAPTER TWO

Christina felt her ear grow hot and ticklish as Mike drove the tip of his tongue into it. He was working his fingers over her tits while hunching his dick in and out of the valley created by her compressed tits. Mike was whispering things be was going to do to her that made her shiver with terror and excitement.

The tingle in her cunt was getting worse. She couldn't control her emotions any longer. It was like a burning electric shock, radiating down her inner thighs and up to her belly. The young woman was going crazy. When she moved her hips slightly, the seepy velvety surfaces rubbed together and hot juices oozed out. The dampened crotch panel of her bikini bottoms stuck uncomfortably to her swollen cunt-lips. Christina for a second wished she could remove the bottoms, slide them down over her small hips and kick them free of her body. But no, that would be going too far. The girl knew Mike was going to fuck her. But she'd have as little to do with this rape as possible. She had to live with herself later. How could she look at her image in the mirror and not feel revulsion if she were to help in this terrible scene?

"Ohhhhh," she moaned. Her nipples were so sensitive. Each time the biker's dick-head rubbed over the rubbery tips of her tits, it felt as if someone had set fire to them.

"Ohhhh, baby, gonna come if I keep doin' that," he whispered thickly, raising himself up and stopping his fucking motions. He worked his hands greedily over her tits and nipples, pinching the tips until Christina cried out in pain. He laughed, feeling her body jerk and writhe under his groin. The big hairy man raised one hand and knocked off his cap.

"What… are… you doing?"

He backed up, then fell on top of her, catching her head in both hands and cementing his mouth to hers. Christina struggled violently, jerking her knees up, pushing her hands hard against his shoulders while twisting from side to side in the sand. It was foul, filthy! She could smell the stale odor of beer and cigarettes on his breath.

"No, get off me, uhhhghhhhh!" Christina screamed, twisting her head free from his grip.

But Mike was stronger and caught her again, holding her tightly while dropping his head and forcing his tongue between the struggling girl's lips.

Christina fought against the hot, slippery thing snaking its way into her mouth. No boy had ever tried anything like that with her before! Frenching! The word brought up all sorts of forbidden sexual delights her mother and father had expressly forbidden her. It was filthy, something only whores and sluts did.

But as Mike persisted, something changed inside Christina. Her muffled cries and wild, twisting movements diminished. Slowly, she began to think that the tongue twisting and plunging in and out of her mouth was wonderful. Slowly, she buckled under the pressure, parting her lips under his insistence. As his thick tongue lashed down her throat, Christina felt her pussy-lips opening and closing.

Mike reached down between her legs, his hairy wrist shoving against her upper thighs. His fingers were working the wet, silky material of her bikini bottoms into her cuntal slit. What an unusual feeling! She moaned, pushing her legs farther apart. Christina could feel more sand working into her butt-crack. Oh, he was taking off her panties, sliding them down over her hips! For an instant, a rush of panic hit the girl. She moaned loudly, shoving her ass deep into the soft beach sand.

Then she surrendered, relaxing as the biker pulled her bottoms off her ankles and tossed them to one side.

"Ohhhhh, what are you doing to me?" Christina moaned, rolling her head from side to side as Mike pulled free of her mouth and began kissing her throat. She felt, his bristly moustache tickling her neck, her upper chest, her shoulders as he trailed his tongue along her hot, sweaty flesh.

"I told you you'd go for it," he said, his breath becoming shallow and irregular.

Christina felt his hands sliding now under her tight little ass. She whined, flexing her thighs, rubbing them together as his fingers worked across the bare ribbon of skin separating her cunt from her asshole. She squirmed more violently as Mike's fingers rubbed that flesh between her ass and cunt. Christina started moaning low and deep. Hot juice seeped out from between her swollen pubes until his fingers were wet with cunt-sauce.

"Ohhhh, yes, yes!" she cried, her eyelids fluttering open. The clouds had parted for a while and she could see the moon. Sights and sounds combined and blurred.

"Yeah, what? You wanna get fucked, huh?"

Christina couldn't answer that. She didn't think she could pronounce one word if her life depended on it. She was too hot to speak.

"Uhhhhhhh!"

Mike shoved his mouth back onto hers and started kissing her brutally. As their hot, spit-filled mouths sucked and gurgled together Christina could feel nine inches of hot cock-meat pressing up against the slippery lips of her cunt. She wondered for a second how it would feel to have that big thing jammed into her cunt. Thinking about something like that made her actually want to have it. No, no, it was wrong. She had to fight that feeling. She couldn't give in. Couldn't!

"Fuck, fuck," Christina mumbled. Oh, what had come over her? She'd never pronounced that word in public, though she'd heard it several times.

"Yeah, you're good and ready for a reamin'," Mike growled softly.

Through the red-hot haze settling over her mind, Christina could hear her mother warning about the problems she might have with boys. Too many times the attractive, petite blonde teen had found her mother's words prophetic. Boys tried to get into her panties all the time. Once one had nearly succeeded in raping her… raping her just like this biker was doing now!

But then she'd managed to fight off her own rising sexuality and ward off the young man, jabbing him hard in the groin with one knee. Now she was giving in too easily, actually encouraging this animal to fuck her cunt.

"Wawwwwhwhhhh!"

Christina thought she was going to die. Mike was working his fingers over her plump, sensitive cuntlips. He was toying with the wet hairs fringing the outer edges of her pussy-flaps, rubbing his fingers lightly over them, then dropping his entire hand onto her furry pussy-mound and pressing down hard.

It was then the girl went out of control. He was squeezing her hard, relaxing his grip only to squeeze her cuntal mound again. He milked the lips, working their slippery edges together until creamy, foam oozed out.

"No, no, no more," Christina cried, moving one hand over and trying to knock him away. She could hardly breathe any more.

"Hey, bitch, this ain't your boyfriend you're talkin' to. I'm gonna have that cunt if it's the last thing I do," he growled, stroking her pussy until her protests turned to strangled cries of delight.

"Uhhhhahh!" the teenager cried, her knees jerking apart. She rolled her head jerkily from side to side, strands of her blonde hair sticking to her cheeks and lips.

"Fuck," Mike whispered.

"Fuck," Christina answered hotly.

Christina pushed her ass up to the incredibly wonderful squeezing sensation between her legs. She was spread completely open now, moaning under her breath. She was on fire, her cunt running with hot lava-like juice.

"Pussy. Nice, hot pussy for me," Mike gasped. "Pussy," the girl repeated, sucking in air through her mouth with a wheezing sound.

Christina loved the sensation of having her pussy-lips rubbed together. As the sensitive flesh was rubbed and heated, she started kissing Mike back when he dropped his face a third time. All fighting was just about over. Her hands flew around his thick neck and pulled him closer, tighter. Yes, she wanted to be violated by this man, humiliated by him, dragged through the dirt by the hair for him!

"Ohhhh!" Christina moaned. Mike had pulled away from her and was trailing his tongue down her throat, over to her shoulders, back to the center of her chest, moving down to her tits. The sharp bristly sensation of his unshaven chin against her flesh made her wild with sensuality.

He paused for a second over one hard-tipped tit mound, then opened his mouth and engulfed her red, half-inch long nipple.

"Ummmmmmm!" Christina moaned, moving her head back and pushing it into the soft sand. She loved the sensation of his hot, soft lips moving over her hardened nipples. His tongue slid over and over the tender knob, sanding it deliciously, laving it with spit. Using his hands and mouth, Mike worked over her flesh until the girl gasped for relief.

"Time now, baby, time to shove my cock into you. Gonna find out if you're a virgin like I think or not," Mike growled.

That decision made Christina come up short. Fucking? She'd begged for it. But now reality was just around the corner. The girl felt terror grip her heart and mind again. Christina protested, pushing her hands against Mike's broad shoulders. But it was futile. In spite of her fears, she wanted to feel that cock as badly as Mike wanted her to.

"Cop a feel, baby," he said, reaching between their sweaty bodies and wrapping his fingers around her wrist. "Go on, take a good feel of what's gonna split your little ol' cunt in two."

She groaned, jerking her head away as he moved her fingers down to his crotch.

"Oh!"

It was as if he'd forced her to touch a burning stove. That… thing jumped when her fingertips brushed his silky, greasy dick-head.

"No, no, I can't!"

But Christina felt thrills shoot through her when she felt his fat cock dancing over her belly as her fingers rubbed up and down its full length. It was hot, slippery and wet – just like her pussy-lips. The young blonde gasped, once again wondering how something that long would be able to fit inside her without causing damage. "Just a sec."

Mike pulled back, kneeling in front of her. His fat, sausage-like dick stuck out from his crotch like a barber pole. He pulled his jacket off, laying it carefully down on the sand next to his hat. She stared up at the naked, powerful man towering over her. He was just a silhouette now, all details of his facial features obscured by the darkness. He seemed to her now like a demon from hell, something risen from the bowels of the earth to destroy her. A shudder of horror ran through the girl's loins.

"No!"

But Mike was in full control now. He pushed forward with his hairy ass, lying back on top of her and cementing his mouth back onto hers. Christina could feel her cunt-lips peeling back, getting ready to receive the biker's throbbing cock.

"Feel it honey? Feel it? Man, it's gonna slip right in."

Christina's clit burned and throbbed. She felt Mike's dick-head slip up higher against her inner thighs, snaking up and up until it was brushing against the bottom junction of her cunt-lips. Groaning, the young woman shoved her legs apart even more and raised her knees slightly. She shivered, feeling her pussy-lips unstick and pull completely apart. Mike grunted with satisfaction, repositioning himself, then shoving down hard.

"Ohhhhh!" Christina moaned, her lower jaw dropping and her mouth forming a broad oval. She felt his dick-head slip past the tight ring of cuntal muscles and slide inside. As the head popped in, she felt her outer pussy-lips close over it. His big long dick was outside, bending at the middle, waiting to push completely into the depths of her juicy pussy.

"Man, you're hot and wet… fuckin' good," Mike whispered, kissing her throat while playing with her nipples.

Christina didn't want to say anything. She didn't want to tell him how deliciously good it was to have his hard dick sawing through her pussy. She didn't want to tell him about the electric thrills shooting through her pussy and belly. This was supposed to be rape – and she was acting as if he were her lover!

Mike began really fucking her now. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, plastering down his thick black hair. Christina closed her eyes and concentrated on that hot, thrilling feeling between her legs. She couldn't move. She was being fucked, impaled on this biker's fat dick. Mike twisted his body around, rocking it from side to side so she could feel his cock reaming out her tight virginal slit. The spongy fat head wormed around and around, shoving deeper into the teen's pussy. His dick-shaft sunk deeper and deeper, shoving out more juice until the girl could feel it seeping into her asshole.

"Ohhhhh, fuck, fuck me. Oh, yesss, fuck me! Ohhhh, it feels soooooo good!"

Mike's cock-head was frying in the hot oil of her cunt. As it pushed the virgin tissue apart, the young man felt a spasm suddenly tear through her pussy. He gasped, his eyes opening wide in surprise, then narrowing as be studied the panting girl under him.

"Baby, for a fuckin' virgin you sure know the right moves."

"Can't help it. Can't…"

Christina couldn't finish the sentence. Mike had been halfway inside her when her cuntal muscles spasmed and tightened down on him. He stopped breathing, gasping while rocking his body from side to side once more.

"Just don't cut it off," he said, smiling down at her.

Christina could tell her spasm had passed. Her cunt-muscles relaxed, letting go of Mike's dick. The young biker sighed, then eased his cock through the gushing hot folds of her pussy. He was going slowly, maddeningly slowly for the girl.

"Man, this is great!" Mike whispered to himself, throwing his head back and shaking off the sweat running down his checks.

Christina couldn't have agreed with him more. She was so hot, she was sure the sand under her was turning into glass. She felt her insides stretching out around his huge cock-shaft. Tenseing, Christina waited for his bulging cock-head to reach her cherry. Then there would be pain, there would be bleeding. Her mother's warning words echoed in her brain, mixed with those from some of her friends.

"Oh!"

The girl felt him finally reach her tight little membrane.

"So, you're cherry," Mike said with a little surprise. "Well, it's gonna be fuckin' messy. But it ain't the first time I popped one of 'em."

"No, don't, don't hurt me!" she cried, fighting off the hot red fog of sexuality and beating her fists hard against his chest.

Mike only laughed at her wild moves, hunching down hard and piercing her cherry with one thrust.

"Aiyeeeeeee!"

Christina stiffened and arched her body, wallowing her shoulders in the sand while prancing her ass high in the air. The pain was knocking the wind from her lungs while nearly making her lose consciousness.

"That's it, baby, take it easy," Mike said, rubbing her cheeks briskly with his hands and bringing her back to reality.

"You're… hurting me," she stammered, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Too bad about that, but I think you're gonna forget about that in a while."

They lay quietly together for a few minutes, Mike regaining his breath while Christina concentrated on her pussy. Slowly, the throbbing pain decreased. She began to feel only that stuffed, pressing sensation of his cock halfway embedded in her pussy. The surf behind her was picking up. Salty rushes of wet sea air blew against her face. Soon, they'd have to leave or the surf would be washing over them.

"Now," he announced quietly.

Drawing his cock back a few inches, the young handsome biker shoved down again. Christina tensed as his cock-head approached the place where her cherry had been. But it passed without causing so much as a shiver of pain.

"Oh, God, yes, yes," the girl moaned, quickly heating up to her original high sexual temperature.

"You're tight, baby, but I'm splittin' you apart," he panted through clenched teeth.

"I can't take much more!" she cried.

"Yeah, yeah, you all say that same dumb thing," he shot back, tucking his knees under her ass and ramming his cock home.

Christina had never imagined she'd have anything so big inside her slender body. It made her dizzy just to think about it. When Mike started dragging his cock back, it felt as if her insides were being tugged along with it. And oh how strange it felt to have her pussy-walls shrinking back to their original size behind that retreating dick-head.

"Uhhhhhhh, it's…"

Mike pressed down deep again. One heavy ball rested against her asscheeks. It was then the girl realized his cock was all the way inside her cunt. Christina held her breath. Their hearts were pounding close together. The girl was very aware of his hairy legs, heavy against hers, pinning her to the sand. That broad chest, his thick muscled arms, his fingers pressed deep into her asscheeks. It was so hard for her to keep still under him. She had to participate in this rape. Rape? The word almost made her laugh. She was encouraging him, begging him for more friction, wanting him to fuck her until she couldn't think any longer.

"Baby."

"Fuck me, fuck me!"

Christina felt hot streams of pussy-juice bubble up more freely now. She realized she was teetering on the brink of her first gigantic orgasm.