Wildlife 1

She was going to kill Kevin.

The SOB might be her big brother, but he apparently knew less than she did about finding one's way around the big bad woods at night, and she knew exactly squat.

"I knew this was a mistake," she grumbled, yelping when yet another slender branch snapped out of the darkness to welt her cheek. "OW!"

This "great idea" of Kevin's--a camping trip in the middle of nowhere in the middle of July-- had turned into a joke the minute they'd arrived at what he considered to be the ‘perfect' site, only to realize an hour later that he'd forgotten tent stakes. And bug spray.

And matches, and fuel for the camp stove.

And supplies for S'mores.

All the other stuff she could forgive. But not having graham crackers, marshmallows and chocolate bars had been the last straw. And now they were lost--in separate counties by now, she assumed--and she was exhausted. She didn't want to admit to herself that it had been her bright idea to split up and look for shelter. They did carry cell phones, but hers was already dead. Giving up on finding her brother, Liz had spent the last hour looking for some place she could lie down to sleep without worrying about bears, bobcats and skunks.

Shoving through some thick brush, Liz stumbled out of the woods and into a nice wide clearing. Toward the far side of the clearing near the tree line, a squat, solid looking little cabin appeared like the gift of a desert mirage.

"Ha!" Liz shouted triumphantly. She might know next to nothing about surviving in the wild, but she was fairly damn sure that skunks couldn't turn doorknobs. The place was dark and apparently deserted--at least for now--and she was in lost camper heaven.

Stomping up the two solid plank steps to a narrow porch, Liz made enough noise to warn any creatures that she was coming, and nearly cried when she found a bed, a couple of musty old quilts, a tiny, questionable bathroom circa 1950, and even a fireplace. Twenty minutes later she was curled up on the mattress she'd pulled in front of the fireplace, in bra and socks and panties, but despite the heat, having a little fire, to ward off the bleak of night. Once her head lay on the pillow she was asleep.

"Hey! Wake the fuck up!"

Liz jolted from sleep, crying out at the hard jab in the back of her thighs and flipping to her back to find that the jab had come from a kick, delivered by a pointed-toe western boot attached t a very tall male.

"W--what?" she stammered, still groggy. The fire was nearly out and darkness still reigned outside the window. "I'm...sorry. This must be your cabin...I was lost and--"

"Well, you can just get up and get lost again, you trespassing little bitch."\

"S...sure. I'm sorry!" Liz insisted, pulling the quilts around her while grabbing for her jeans, T-shirt and shoes. She managed to get to her feet when the cabin door opened and she turned toward the sound of a new voice. Another man.

"Well, what the hell---?" the new man snapped.

"We got us a trespasser," the kicker grumbled. "She's leaving."

Keeping her head lowered, Liz took a step toward the door, opting for the door and changing outside in preference to being between these two strangers any longer. The one near the door was older, well over six feet tall and dark haired, with steely eyes who looked to be in his fifties. The other was similar in looks, but younger.

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to--"

A hard hand shot out to prevent her escape. "Well, don't be sorry, ma'am," the elder man said gently. "I sure as hell ain't. You're a real nice surprise."

Liz finally looked him in the eye--she couldn't help it; she had to know if what she thought she'd heard had been real.

It was real. His grey gaze drilled into hers, fairly smoking with lust.

"No." Her voice was helpless; a whisper so raw it hurt her throat.

He smiled; his hand tightened on her bare upper arm. "Drop the clothes," he told her firmly. "And the blanket."

Liz's hands convulsed on her belongings. "Please...don't," she whispered, panic whistling through her bloodstream. "I'm begging you."

"Well, you ain't yet," the steel-eyed man assured her. "But you will. Before we're through with you, pretty girl, you'll be on your hands and knees, begging. For more."

A nasty little snicker from behind her had Liz looking over her shoulder to the boy standing there, his posture menacing. He was 19 or 20, maybe, and slightly taller than the other one.

"You thinking what I am?" the tall boy mused.

"I dunno," the older one replied, taking Liz's shoes and jeans and shirt and tossing them aside. "What're you thinking, son?"

SON. Oh, god. Liz cringed.

"I think the bitch makes my cock hard." Leering, he slid his hand down to cup the obvious bulge in his jeans, rubbing himself suggestively.

Liz closed her eyes, turning away. She opened them again suddenly when the quilts were ripped from her hands.

"Don't!" she pleaded. Then screamed, "NO!" as four insistent hands tore the quilt away. Free from the cloth and ‘daddy's' hand on her, she whirled, making a hard run for the door, only to be grabbed and slammed into a wall, face first.

"Don't try it," a hard voice growled at her ear. "I'll fucking kill you, bitch."

A single sob escaped Liz's throat. She heard herself blubbering...begging not to be hurt but it was as if she weren't really here; everything started to feel more nightmare than reality. The hard young body behind her--the son--pressed her harder against the wall. Liz gasped at the size of his cock, pressing through his jeans and her thin panties like a slab of hot steel.

"You're gonna love this," he hissed in her ear. Then, grabbing her tits, he pulled her backward, turning her and shoving her toward the fire. Without pause he stalked toward her where she stumbled across the mattress.

Liz screamed when he fisted a hand in her hair, jerking her into position so that she was on her knees on the hard plank floor before him.

"No...please," Liz moaned.

The fist in her hair tightened. "Open my pants," the boy in front of her ordered, shaking her hard when she hesitated. "Open my fucking jeans!"

Liz's hands were shaking and pale against the faded, well worn denim. It took her three tries to get the snap undone but the zipper was easy. He put his free hand over hers on the tab, hurrying her. Then, ignoring her, he shoved at his jeans and briefs, forcing them down over his hips. His cock sprang up, a full, thick eight or so inches crowned with a smear of precum. Wrapping his free hand around the base, he shoved it at her lips.

"Suck it!" When she only moaned again, mouth closed, he slapped at her mouth with his dick, wiping precum all over her mouth. "Open your mouth and start sucking, bitch," he growled. Then he pulled her hair until she opened her mouth to scream; instead he stuffed her full of his beefy erection, pulling her forward hard by her hair to bury himself in her mouth and throat. Making animal sounds of satisfaction at having subdued her, he put both hands to her head and immediately began slamming his cock in and out while she whimpered, trying to breathe.

Liz fought, but the little bit of air she could gasp between fucking thrusts of his big cock, she quickly felt herself growing limp as she neared unconsciousness. Still, even that blessed darkness eluded her, remaining always just out of reach as she was forced to pleasure the boy's pulsing shaft.

"Unh....oh, yes, baby," he hissed above her, watching his own cock sliding out, only to disappear down her slick, wet throat again as he shoved forward. He was rock hard, horny and dying to feed this little bitch a big helping of hot cum. "You love suckin' cock, don't you, whore?" Forcing his meat deeper into her, he threw his head back, crying out in pleasure. "Keep goin', slut...you're gonna drink every drop!"

Liz could feel the hot excitement of him; could feel him trembling, his cock twitching and throbbing hard against her tongue. She knew he was nearing his orgasm and dreaded the thought of having to swallow his cum. Blinking tears away, she saw the other one out of the corner of her eye. ‘Daddy' was sprawled out in an armless wooden chair, his jeans and white shorts down around his ankles, shirt open, knees spread obscenely wide. From the thick black thatch of hair between his thighs, his cock jutted up and out; he had one hand on his balls, squeezing, and the other jerking himself off as he watched his son raping her mouth.

Liz tried not to gag but as Junior pumped, she could feel saliva running out at the corners of her mouth and she was making rough, wet gurgling sounds as she took him against her will into her mouth and down her throat. Suddenly, Junior stiffened, grabbing her head in a viselike grip and impaling her onto his cock as hard and deep as he could go, closing off her air.

"Oh...god...SHIT!" he yelled tightly. "Fuck...." Spasming wildly, his hips bucking against her face, he exploded, shooting thick hot streams of cum down her throat.

Liz had to swallow. By the time Junior backed away, moaning with satisfaction, one hand playing with his still hard cock, she was gasping for breath and coughing, her mouth filled with the taste of his cum in place of his cock. Falling onto the mattress, she greedily sucked in air and on every breath came the smell and taste of it. She had only a moment before Daddy was shoving at her, forcing her onto her back, pulling her hair to get her neck at the edge so her head was off the mattress, her throat aligned for him. When she struck out at him, he slapped her so hard on the side of the head that she tasted blood with his son's cum and while her ears were ringing, Junior whipped off his belt to tie her hands behind her back. Then she was put back into position, this time with her arms pulled painfully behind her.

Daddy mounted her face. Kneeling at her head, he played with himself while Junior used a hunting knife to cut away her panties and bra. Then they were laughing obscenely, four hands and two greedy mouths and tongues and sets of teeth grabbing, nipping and sucking her tits and forcing her legs apart to play rough fingers between her legs. Fighting to twist away from them earned Liz a hard punch on her inner thigh.

"Okay, little girl," Daddy rasped, breathing hard with excitement. "Now you're gonna suck my dick. Be real nice," he said threateningly, "or I'll fuckin choke you with it." Putting one hand on her forehead, he shoved her head back as far as it would go while forcing the hot, bulbous head of his cock to her mouth. Finding her resistent, he let go of his cock and hit her across the tits before pinching her nipples hard.

Liz arced up in pain and took him. Opening her lips, she numbly resigned herself to sucking him off and eating his cum. Daddy began sawing in and out of her mouth in a ruthless rhythm that slammed him deep at each stroke. Fortunately Daddy wasn't as long as his son, but he was thick- -an overwhelming mouthful of cock. Liz ate him, disgusted by his lusty grunts and the filthy way he told her how good she was at it.

"Make the bitch cum for us, boy," Daddy grunted heavily as Junior shoved open Liz's thighs, lowering his mouth to her pussy. "I want her to cum with my dick in her throat. I want her to remember how much she loves gettin' raped."

Liz closed her eyes, crying desperately as she felt Junior's thumbs parting her lips; his hot, wet tongue delving into her for a first taste.

"Oh, yeah," Daddy huffed, squeezing Liz's tits. "You spread those legs nice and wide for my boy now, little girl. He's gonna get you off real nice. Oh, shit...you got a sweet fuckin' pussy. That feels real good, don't it, bitch?

Junior knew exactly what he was doing. No hard, dry finger thrusts or untutored tongue stabs--he used his mouth to wet her thoroughly before going to work on her clit. The first tiny spasm of pleasure hit Liz and she tried to escape his mouth by twisting and bucking her hips.

"That's it, boy!" Daddy urged. "Ride her pussy! Don't stop--the bitch's gonna cream all over your face!" Excited by the idea that his son was going to force her to orgasm, Daddy started jamming his cock into her at a furious pace. "C'mon, girl...suck it!" he growled, slapping her tits hard as he fucked her mouth. "SUCK MY DICK!"

Liz obeyed. Like a whore, she gobbled his cock, licking and sucking him the way he told her to. And all the while, she tried to ignore Junior's iron grip holding her thighs apart and his too- expert tongue working like a vibrator against her clit. After ten or fifteen minutes, Junior thrust two fingers into her wet pussy and she bucked hard as pleasure stabbed through her. The start of her orgasm made Daddy cry out, "Aw....fuck!!" and while she lay pinned by Daddy's cock and Junior's hungry mouth she came, her body jerking and bucking wildly.

"Yeah, girl...CUM!" Daddy yelled. "Yeah! FUCK!" And then he was shooting molten jism into her mouth, emptying his load while she screamed in protest around his thick meat, body twitching in the last seconds of her own explosion.

Before the first hot wave of shame finished washing over her, Daddy whipped his dick from her mouth and Junior got him to help turn her over. Unable to lever herself on her knees with her arms still bound behind her back, Liz found herself on her face on the mattress, her ass in the air. Behind her, Junior made some crude comment and Daddy laughed. Forcing her knees farther apart, Junior got into position behind her and before she could finish a moan of protest, his big young dick was shoved to the hilt in her cum-soaked cunt.

"You're a nasty little bitch, aint you?" Junior taunted as he grabbed her hips and starting fucking her hard, his balls slapping her ass at every thrust. "We got us a nasty little cock lover here, Dad."

Thoroughly ashamed and utterly humiliated, Liz simply lay there, arms pinned painfully behind her back, legs spread open, and her pussy being viciously pounded by Junior's thick, hard cock. The taste of his cum and his father's lingered in her mouth. She would just lie here quietly, she thought, and take it.

Then Junior slapped her ass. Hard.

"Wake up, bitch!" Junior demanded. Slapping her again viciously, he fucked her harder. "C'mon...I know you like it hard and nasty. I wanna hear you beg for it!"

Liz made the mistake of saying no.

Junior pulled out, grabbing her by her bound arms and pulled her up, making her scream as he forced her across the room, slamming her face down onto an old wooden table. Putting one big hand on her back, he held her down hard, kicking her legs apart.

"Stop!" Liz sobbed. Her legs were spread so far apart she was afraid she'd split in two. "Please..."

"That's right! Beg me!"

Liz heard the jangle of a belt buckle...Daddy's, she thought....only an instant before Junior whipped her across the ass with it.

"NO............AHHHOWWW....." Liz sobbed. "DON'T!!"

"Tell me you want fucked," Junior demanded. "Tell me you're a nasty little whore!" And he struck her again, whipping the backs of her soft thighs.

"YES!" Liz sobbed. "YES! I'm a whore...don't hit me anymore!"

He did, making her whole body jump, and making her scream.

"Tell me!"

"I'm a whore," Liz wept, desperate. "A nasty...slut... a cock loving whore!"

"What do you want, bitch?"

"Fuck me," she barely whispered.

The belt whistled through the air again...another stripe on her ass.

"OWWW!....Please," she sobbed. "PLEASE!"

"Please what, whore?"

"Fuck me...Please fuck me!"

"Louder, bitch...I don't think you really want it."

"FUCK ME....PLEASE! I want your cock inside me!"

She screamed again when he put his hands on her ass, spreading her wide from behind, and shoved his cock so far up into her pussy she nearly went over the table. And while Liz sobbed, Junior gave her the hardest, cruelest fucking of her life, laughing at her pain and making her beg him over and over.

Through the night, she was reduced to an animal. She was whipped and fucked; forced to crawl on her hands and knees to beg each man to be able to suck the cum from their engorged cocks. She took them in her pussy and her mouth and took their abuse, all the while having to tell them that she wanted it; needed it.

In the morning, when they finally kicked her out, nude, tossing her clothes out after her, Liz grabbed up her things, running for the edge of the wood where she could be hidden from their sight. There she fell to her knees, dropping her things around her, looking back at the cabin where her night of horror had just ended. Sobbing, her body sore and her pussy weeping cum from both men, she couldn't help what she needed to do. Sitting back on her thighs, she grabbed her own tit with one hand, squeezing hard before pinching the nipple, and shoved her other into her abused pussy. And there, just released from hell, she moaned and cried out as she gave herself one orgasm after another, head thrown back, body bucking with pleasure.
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