Marvin Cox
The violation of Linda
CHAPTER ONE
Linda Whitman could almost hear the whip slice through the air and sting her pussy. She stretched her legs wide and wiggled from the ropes she had applied to her ankles. As she did, the peach colored hairs that adorned her tiny, virgin pussy cooled. Throwing her head to one side and rubbing her cheek over the rough nap of the carpet, she gave a low, hungry grunt.
This was the third delicious orgasm she'd had in less than five minutes. And it had all started this afternoon at school.
Richard Wilder had grabbed her just before study hall and shoved her in a dark corner, at the end of the lockers. He had, given her an animal like smile then jerked his head forward, as if to kiss her. Instead, he spoke, his words chilling her to the base of her spine.
"When is someone gonna get a little dab of that pussy of yours?" he asked, his lips an inch from hers, his warm breath musky sweet.
"Don't," Linda managed to splutter out after looking for what seemed an eternity into those dead, icy blue eyes. "You… you're hurting me."
The boy lowered his right hand to her ass and pressed her hard against his middle. He held her throat with his left hand and increased the pressure. The look in his eyes became even deader, inhuman.
"I could take you right now, baby," he whispered, grinding his ass around. "I could stick this big cock in your little hole and screw you apart. You know that, baby?"
Linda thought her brain would explode. This couldn't be happening! Two minutes before she had been chatting with her best friend about her slumber party, and now…
Richard Wilder was well named. He was the wildest, meanest boy in school. Linda had avoided him, as she did most boys. Boys in general, and Richard in particular, were vile, smelly and made her feel uncomfortable. One day she had walked past the field house where the football team was listening to a lecture by one of the defensive coaches, she had seen several sweaty, half-naked bodies. Her throat had constricted, almost like now.
"I said, sweet, red-headed baby," Richard whispered, "I could drill my big prick in you're your little slit right here."
Linda couldn't speak. His large hand was tightening, cutting off her air. She felt the hallway spin slightly. Darkness seemed to billow around her like a fog. The worst part, however, was the way his… thing touched her. It was like some angry, pulsating snake. And from the way it felt against her skirt, it must be almost a foot long!
"I'll wait," Richard said softly, almost cooing. "I've got plenty of time to do you right."
When he finally released her, Linda fell back against the locker and grabbed her throat. She gave him a hunted look, then shot her eyes to the left. If she were quick enough, she could escape. Her feet seemed glued to the floor, however. She touched the bruise on her skin and felt something other than pain. The sensation seemed to throb downward, cutting into her guts like a knife.
She looked into those eyes and felt her heart thunder in her chest. Her ripened upturned breasts were heaving with excitement. It was almost as if she was looking at a boy for the fist time in her life.
Richard might be the meanest kid in school, but he was also the best looking. He had a shock of curly, blond hair surrounding an angular face, a large, well shaped nose, two, steel blue eyes, and a cruel gash for a mouth. His neck was knotted in muscles, as were his wide shoulders. His chest gave way to a waspish waist, narrow hips, and powerful, meaty thighs and legs. His hands and feet were a little too large, showing that he still hadn't reached his full adult height, although he was already well over six feet tall.
"Know what I'm gonna do to you, baby?" Richard asked, leaning forward and placing his hands on the wall, his forearms touching her shoulders. "I'm gonna wait, and then I'm gonna get you alone and screw the living fuck out of you."
Linda shook her head, repelled at the idea of having his huge, hulking frame over her body, that… thing doing…
She couldn't even think about it. "No," she whispered to him, to herself. "Gonna tie you up like the pig you are and shove a hot wad of cum right up your pussy," Richard added.
Linda felt her knees go weak, but worse, her pussy began to tingle, almost like when she diddled herself at night. But that's impossible! It couldn't be happening, here, now.
Gathering the last of her courage, she took a deep breath and pushed past him, darting her head under his arm. On wobbly legs she fled down the hall, not looking back.
It was then she heard his dark laugh, like the snarling growl of a jackal.
"Oh… Richard, do it to me again," she whispered softly, again thinking of the incident in the hallway. She remembered the rough touch of his hand, the way his thing… his cock pulsated against her middle.
She lay back and spread her legs a little wider, then thrust her hips up in the air. As she did, she jabbed her fingers between her legs, separating the loose folds of skin that draped the crack of her pussy. When the sucking, pulling sensation grabbed at her fingertips, she felt another raw blast of pleasure. She closed her eyes and wondered if a cock could make her feel this good.
"Oh! Oh!" she cried out as another thundering spasm of ecstasy swept into her body. "Cock! Your… cock, Richard!"
What had he said? He would tie her up and fuck her. She could almost feel the rough hemp cut into her flesh, feel his large hands tearing at her body. And then… then…
A hot wad of cum boiling into her pussy.
"Ohhhhhh!" she panted, rubbing her toes over the loose lengths of rope at her feet. "Do it, Richard," she gasped. "Tie me up and fuck me. God, fuck me to…"
"Linda!" a gasping voice cried out.
It took several seconds before Linda could even focus. Her climax had peaked violently, and although she had heard her brother's voice, she had no control over the raw convulsions. At last, with shame creeping around her like a damp fog, she jerked upward to a sitting position.
"Mike," she said, giving him a wild look. "I… I thought you were gone."
"Obviously," her brother said, his eyes running over her body. "Christ, I thought you were on fire… or something…"
"I was just, uh," she began, her words finally becoming inaudible, "alone here and I… that… is, I…"
Mike swallowed hard, wondering why it wasn't until now that he'd really noticed his little sister. Shit, was she a knockout!
At barely sixteen, her body was ripened and firm. And those tits! They were large and upturned, capped by pink, tasty looking nipples. Because they were so big, it made her waist look even smaller than it was. Her hips were rounded and creamy looking, giving way to long, shapely legs. But the most striking feature about her was that flaming red hair. It hugged an oval face, setting off the color of her emerald green eyes, then flowed down her back like a waterfall in slow motion. A patch of curly hair of the same color haloed her tight, oozing cunt hole.
"Oh… Jesus," he gasped, feeling his blood rise. He tried to look away, but found it impossible. Her very presence seemed to engulf him like the undertow of a tide.
Just as something was happening to Mike, Linda's mind was exploding with a million disjointed thoughts. And although he was her brother, she still couldn't help but notice how attractive he was, at eighteen, he had the body of a hulking, young giant. He had dark brown hair, cut short, and almost black eyes. He was muscular and tanned, his large forearms ribboned with veins. She noticed a tuft of silky, chocolate brown hair pecking from the top of his tank top shirt. It might be her imagination, but the thick bulge in his jeans seemed to grow larger, pulsate like an inflating inner tube.
"Mike?" she asked, licking her lower lip, her tone saying a thousand different things.
"Linda?" Mike replied. "Me… are you thinking what I'm… thinking?"