"Unngggg!" Vickie cried, her head snapping to one side while her long blonde hair splashed across her injured face. No one had ever misused her like, this! The young girl was stunned, holding tightly on to the sofa cushions and lowering her face protectively while the report of the slap echoed in the large room.
"Yeah, that's it, show the fuckin' bitch who's the boss!"
Vickie's head started to throb.
"Come on," Scott said, taking a swig of the beer, then throwing the half-emptied can on the floor. The yellowish liquid gurgled onto the expensive oriental rug. "Gonna fuck you, then let the dog fuck you."
What was he talking about? She sobbed, pressing the back of one hand against her mouth while staring wide-eyed at the big man. Clenching her fingers together, she pressed them against the sofa cushion. She was dizzy with fright, terrified of the brutal rape that was sure to follow. And what was he talking about dogs for?
Scott unzipped his fly quickly, shoving his hands down to his knees. A thick, long dick sprang up and bobbed like a live animal in front of her. He wasn't as large as Jeff. But his dick would certainly split her apart if she weren't ready.
"I said c'mon."
Jeff was behind them, holding on to the dog. He sat on the floor, drinking his beer with the others while watching her and Scott. The young blonde pushed his Levi's down to his boot tops. The hot, sour smell of his groin reached her nostrils. Vickie wrinkled up her nose and pulled her head away. No, no, this couldn't be happening. They were going to rape her, rape her in front of all these men! Oh, God!
"No, no, no!" she cried, jerking herself into action. The young woman sprang off the couch and rushed past the startled Scott.
"Get 'er!" Jeff shouted, dropping the animal's leash.
"God!" Vickie cried, feeling courage and relief as she shot toward the door. Only a few more inches and she'd reach safety. Only a few more…
The German shepherd had sprung into action when she bolted for freedom, tearing away from Jeff's grip and trotting quickly to the door. Now the blonde teen stopped dead, staring down in terror at the growling, trembling dog. His powerful jaw was opened, revealing a double row of crisscrossed teeth. Saliva dripped from his tongue while the short fur around his neck bristled. His tail was hung low between his thick-muscled hindquarters. Vickie cried out more softly this time, hugging her tits protectively with both arms. No, there was no escape!
Backing away, the young woman felt something touching her ass. It was Scott, she knew it! Oh. God in heaven, she was trapped, trapped by these horrible young men! In a second, Vickie felt all hope evaporate – replaced by dark, dreary despair!
"Damn little bitch. You're not gonna try something like that again."
Vickie couldn't get over it. These were college students acting like sadistic bikers. Scott pulled her roughly back to the couch, pawing her tits, struggling with her until he finally ripped the blouse from her shoulders. The young girl screamed as she felt the garment tear into shreds and fall to the floor. Then she felt the blond's hands slide around to her back, his thick fingers fumbling with the bra strap. There were more tearing sounds and a sensation of the halter loosening around her shoulder blades. Then her tits sprang free, the cool air of the room striking her big boobs. Vickie let out a sharp yelp, instinctively raising her hands. Scott knocked them aside, then pushed her roughly down onto the couch.
"No, don't!"
He threw himself on top of her, holding her tightly by the wrists while pinning her legs to the cushions. The young man was going wild, dropping his mouth to her nipples and sucking the dark red tips until they were sore. Soon she could feel his teeth gnawing at her tit-tips.
"No, oh, nooooooo!" Vickie cried, rolling her head from side to side. As her terror mounted, more sweat oozed from her pores, making her silky flesh glisten under the bright overhead light.
Scott moved to the other nipple, sucking – if possible – harder on that one than the other. His shirt was opened now, his hairy chest rubbing against her belly and thighs.
She felt his sweat run down her belly, some of it leaking into her cuntal crack and mixing with her pussy-oil. Yes, pussy-oil. Vickie couldn't believe it, but her body was actually responding positively to this rape. She was tensing, feeling her snatch opening and closing, feeling her cunt-lips swelling and her clit popping up from its surrounding wet flesh. "She's gettin' into it," Scott grunted, reaching down and rubbing his fingers over her wet pussy. He drew up his hands and took a long whiff. "Man, good, hot pussy!" he sighed, going back to his titsucking.
For an instant, Vickie wondered what it would be like to have his mouth clamped onto her pussycrack and sucking. What would those sharp teeth feel like tearing at her clit, biting into her fleshy cunt-lips, peeling them apart?
There was another tearing sound. He'd ripped her skirt from her body, kicked the sandals off her feet, stripped her completely naked on the sofa. Scott grunted with satisfaction, holding her wrist with one hand while jamming the palm of his free hand between her legs.
"She's so fuckin' wet can't get a good hold on."
Vickie's tits swelled with passion as the young man fought with her, wrapping his fingers around her hair and yanking it hard, laughing as she screamed and begged for him to stop.
"Thought sorority life's gonna be fun, eh? Sure will be… especially after we get through with you."
"I'll tell everyone about this… I swear, I'll tell…"
"Oh, no you won't," Scott shot back, staring evilly at her. "You don't think some of your sisters don't know about this place?" The others laughed, spilling their beer and shouting obscenities at the cringing blonde. "Man, some of 'em love to come up here and get away from all that goody-goody shit," Scott said derisively, his voice lowering to a growl. "And I got a feeling you're gonna be one of those kinds."
With that, Scott stuck his thick thumb in her hot, wet pussy. Vickie threw her head back and let out a stifled groan. He was scraping the jagged nail along the soft, moist folds of her cuntal mouth. Scott grunted, satisfied. He shoved his thumb deeper and at an angle, finding her swollen clit. Scott smiled cynically, watching her like a hawk as he crushed it under his nail.
Vickie screamed, her legs shooting apart. She was pissing, wetting herself as he squeezed her erect nub. There was so much pain mixed with unholy pleasure! The young blonde had never felt anything like this before in her life! Her neck veins pushed against her flesh as Vickie screamed again and again.
"Oh. God, stop, stop it, you're killing me!" the blonde teen shrieked, her head tossing from side to side. Tears oozed out from under her lids while more sweat coveted her twisting body. Scott kept reaming out her pussy with his fingers, watching her buck and thrash more frenziedly. Then with another grunt, the young man pulled his hand out with a squishy pop.
Vickie relaxed, but only for a second. Scott had his hands around her. He was telling her how he was going to drive his dick into her snatch, how he was going to fuck her until she wouldn't be able to piss for a week!
"Get ready for it, baby."
Vickie clenched her thighs, feeling a strange electricity in her slit. The terror was growing, and yet so was the lust bubbling like lava in her cunt. Scott, however, was too interested in the girl's body to worry about her reactions. He was a wild animal, a beast who had managed to trap his prey and now was going to devour it.
"Unnngh!"
Scott flung himself on her belly, growling and grunting while Vickie tried to prepare herself. Her mouth was drawn tightly over her teeth. Her jaw tightened. She bit her lower lip and turned her head, unable to watch the young man as he overpowered and degraded her.