I am sending E-Mail via a Commodore 64 Computer with
360K RAM.  I can not run windows or fancy decoding
utils.  Eudora E-Mail would not run on my computer so I
need plain text stories only.  My modem is 4800 bps.  It
is probably time for me to upgrade.

Here's a story you may not have read. . . .


    +++++++  It's not about violence, it's not about sex.  +++++++
    +++++++++++++++    It's about violent sex."    +++++++++++++++


Archive-name: MED-Chcknhwk1-1
**********CHICKENHAWK:  CHAPTER 1   "Karen"  **************

I'd been hunting chicken at the New York Port Authority for about six
months when I picked up Karen, fresh off the bus from Chicago, a
runaway from one of the rich 'burbs that circle that city.  She wasn't
really my type; she was at LEAST 14, maybe 15.  Long curly brown hair,
almost frizzy really, a handful of freckles splashed across her nose,
and it was one of those damn smashed little Irish pig noses, but at
least her skin wasn't that awful dead white like so many of them have.
Big round firm tits; I could tell that even with the expensive down
jacket she was wearing, and she had a really tight little ass, and
slim hips, too slim for a girl really.  Hell, a woman.  If they can
drop a kid, I say they're women.

*I* usually go for the younger ones, 11, 12 years old, nice blonde
hair, big and fleshy, that healthy farm look.  When I'm in the mood
for female flesh and not boymeat, anyway.  But I was in the mood for
something different that afternoon, and this girl, whose name she said
was Karen, had runaway written all over her, from her duffle bag to
her nervous darting glance, like someone was trailing her, and like
she'd never been to New York before.  Which she hadn't.  Shit I'd bet
my left nut she'd never even been to Chicago before she changed buses
there.  But she looked athletic, and so damned upper-middle-class,
that I wanted her, BAD.  The biggest part of my kick is making them
*come*, the prey, making them buck like they never knew they could,
flopping franticly like a fish out of water, shaking and twitching
like they might never have another orgasm in their insignificant
little lives, as they gyrate, my fat dick buried deep in their loins.
The power, of making some punky little brat writhe in ecstasy while
they twist on the spit of their own pride and drown in humiliation,
making them KNOW in the pit of their groin and the base of their brain
that pain = pleasure = pain, and I'm their fucking GOD, because I
control it all, man, there's no bigger rush.

So I sidled up to her, I was dressed real nice, conservative little
blow-dry haircut, smelling sweet, looking like some college asshole,
like I always do when I'm out jailbaiting.  The kids that think
they're tough get this idea I'll be an easy mark, and the stupid ones
think I'm safer than the sleazier looking pimps who start salivating
at the sight of fresh chicken.  The pimps hassled me at first for
muscling in on their turf, but since I started doing commission work
for Nunzio's crowd, they leave me the hell alone.  I don't know what
happens to these kids after I deliver them to Nunz' and I like it that
way.  He's offered a couple times to let me in on a bigger piece of
his scene, but I get my kicks and he pays me a couple bills or more
for each kid I deliver, depending on how pretty they are to begin with
and the condition I deliver them in. I try not to mark them up too
bad, though a couple times I've gotten a little carried away.  That
kid Gary, I think he said he was on his Jr. High wrestling team, from
like Iowa or Ohio or Idaho or somewhere.  Christ, Nunz' didn't want to
give me 50 bucks for that one after I'd had my fun...  but that's
another story.

"Hey, Good to see you!"  I said to this ripe little Karen chick,
taking her arm and leading her to the down escalator.  Startled and
confused, she fell into step with me.  "Don't look back, honey," I
whispered conspiratorially.  "Those two men, the PR in the overcoat
with the gold tooth, and the black guy with the hat, they're pimps."
I glanced over my shoulder at Hector and Big James and winked.  "You
want a burger?" I asked her. "You look hungry."

She smiled at me, perfect white teeth.  Rich kids' teeth.  Braces,
good dental care.  "I thought New Yorker's were supposed to be rude
and unfriendly."

"I didn't grow up here," I smiled back at her, smiling inwardly to
myself.  It was always so easy.  "I'm from Delaware, but I'm studying
Social Work at Columbia.  You looked lost, and those guys..."  I
shuddered, for effect.

We were at the coffee shop at street level by then; it was
mid-afternoon, still too early for the commuter crush, and I bought
the girl a burger, some fries, and a coke.  She told me her name was
Karen then, and that she'd left Chicago to find work; she wanted to be
a writer, and New York was where you did that kind of thing.  I guess
because she thought I was a social worker she felt like telling me
about herself.  She said she was 19 (yeah, uh huh.  And *I'm* 19
too..)  and was tired of the midwest "phoniness".  Doris, the waitress
at this overpriced greasepit gave me the evil eye and dropped the
plate with my tuna sandwich from about 2 inches above the table so it
landed with a crash.  I picked the limp lettuce off the day-old bun
and swore at her.

"Christ Doris, how many times I come in here I tell you no freakin'
five week old limp, grey lettuce?!"

"So sue me," she muttered, her back to me as she walked back towards
the kitchen.  "Is yr limp wrist too fuckin' weak ta pick it off??"

I wanted to hit her.  I imagined her head exploding from the impact of
a baseball bat I'd swing straight and true at the base of her skull,
bloody bits of brain and bone shrapnel spattering all over the place,
declaring my revenge.  Instead, I smiled at the girl, Karen.

"Hey, welcome to Noo Yawk, kid," I laid on my best Bronx accent for
her.  She laughed out loud.

We ate, she talked a little, mostly about music, bands, MTV, stupid
crap.  I asked her when she graduated high school and she stumbled,
while she tried to remember how old she'd said she was, and calculate
what year she would have graduated.  She was pretty hungry, and wolfed
that burger down.

"So listen, since you just arrived, why don't you come up to my place,
you can shower, read the paper for want ads, a place to stay."  She
looked kind of nervous, so I babbled on.  "You can shower or something
if you want, freshen up.  I need to study, I have an exam tomorrow."
God I was a good liar!  I'd been using this rap for a while though,
had practice.  The older ones, you have to be pretty quick, some of
them are smart.  Before she knew what was happening, we were in the
lobby of Nunzio's hotel on 43rd and 8th, just across from the bus
station, over one of his "Adult Arcades".  This Karen girl was
starting to look kind of scared; Times Square will do that to fresh
meat; it made her look a lot younger, and I was already getting hard
thinking about all the fun I was going to have between now and the
time I handed her over to Nunz's boys.

"It's not the greatest place," I reassured her in my best college
asshole jive.  "Social workers don't make a lot, and this city'll kill
you financially.  I'll probably move to Jersey after I get my degree,
like everyone else."

She looked a little happier, but she didn't like the way Vito, the fat
slob that ran the desk days, was eyeballing her.

"Don't mind Vito," I said, as he handed me the key to my regular room
they kept available for me.  I didn't pay any rent, it was a perk I
got as an `employee'.  "There's plenty of worse creeps in this city
than him."  I thought I heard Vito choking as we picked our way through
the debris lining the hallway.

***

I pushed her into the room ahead of me; it was dark, a windowless
interior room, and though the rest of the hotel reeked of puke and
stale cum, I kept this room clean; I had a real nice apartment in one
of the better parts of Brooklyn, but I spent a lot of time in the
room, and I hate filth.  I fumbled with the light switch, pretending
the bulb was burned out, while I reached in the drawer of the little
table next to the door for the morphine kit.  I'd only od'd a kid once
after Big James, the black pimp I knew from cruising Port Authority,
put me onto the trick of doping up the kids to get them nice and
docile.  Shit, one dead junkie runaway, more or less, in the Big
Apple, nobody cares.  And you don't want to have to mark them up too
bad, it spoils their value for a good couple days, sometimes weeks.
Plus, with them doped you don't have to worry as much about getting
kicked in the balls.

I popped her a hit in the butt, through her nice tight jeans,
pretending to stumble in the dark, as she yelped and started to get
scared.  I was done being nice; I *had* the stupid little cunt now,
right in my own damn hotel room.  Look, I make no apologies, this city
eats morons alive.  Darwinism in it's purest form.

I bolted the door, locked the deadbolt and dropped the key into the
drawer where I kept my fix kit, flipped on the light switch and
tackled the little cheerleader poonie, throwing her onto her back on
the bed that filled most of the small room.  Landing heavily on top of
her, I pinned her arms above her head and held her there while I
slowly rolled my hips, grinding my crotch into hers, through our heavy
winter clothes.  This little fox, she let out a blood-curdling scream,
but the locals weren't going to mind, and if they did they weren't
going to say anything.

I slapped her across the face, and smiled at her, enjoying the
hand-shaped mark that was blossoming on her left cheek.  She screamed
again, and started crying.  It was incredibly erotic.

"Why are you doing this?"  She whimpered patheticly, the effects of
the dope making her weak and pliable as she made these pathetic
attempts to free her arms from my grip.  I hadn't given her enough to
put her out, though. I like them feisty enough.  It's no FUN if they
don't scream and struggle a bit; otherwise you might as well torture a
corpse, and I'm not THAT sick.

I slapped her again, because I felt like it, and locked her arms in
the cuffs I had attached to permanent rings screwed into the wall just
above the head of the bed.  She pulled against the restraints, and
started really bawling like a little kid then.

"Let me go," she sobbed, tears running across my handprints on her
face.  "I'm not really 19, my parents are looking for me, you'll go to
jail"

I just laughed at her.  "Bitch, if you were REALLY 19 I wouldn't have
picked you up.  What are you, 14?  15?  I bet you're in high school
already, you're already older than *I* like."  I was sitting up on her
now, my butt resting on her hips, straddling her.  We were both still
fully dressed, coats, shoes and all.  I shucked off my jacket and
carefully placed it on the chair next to the bed, and I pulled off my
shoes which were muddying the bedspread and placed them on the mat
next to the chair.  No matter.  I always burned the bedclothes after
each one of these encounters anyway.  I unzipped her down jacket and
pulled up the fluffy pink sweatshirt she was wearing, while she
squirmed and begged me to stop. With that damn jacket though, it
wouldn't go up very far, so I left her there and retrieved a pair of
scissors from the bathroom drawer.

She started crying again as I cut the expensive down jacket off of
her, no doubt worrying that her mom would kill her when she found out
her new jacket had been ruined.  The thought of some rich bitch
sitting in her kitchen in some suburban mansion out of some John
Hughes movie, fretting over her pumpkin's whereabouts made me smile.
I pulled the ruined garment off of Karen, trailing feathers that I'd
have to clean up later, and proceeded to hack off her fluffy pink
sweatshirt with the purple teddy bears.  It might come in handy later,
so I folded it and placed it on top of my jacket on the chair.

She was left wearing just a bra from the waist up, and it wasn't much
of a bra, her nipples jutted sharply through the thin fabric, and it
offered no support.  I'm not good at describing tits, I like girls
without them, but these were pretty nice, they were medium sized, just
a little more than a handful, but they were firm, not those disgusting
sloppy wiggly kind, and they had a sprinkling of freckles across the
top where the sun must've hit them in the summer, like her nose.  I
chopped at the contraption with the scissors and yanked it from her
body and tossed it into the waste basket next to the dresser.

"Nice boobs kid," I leered at her.  She closed her eyes and tears
started leaking from her again.  I grabbed her left tit by the nipple
and pulled upward as far as it would stretch, then slapped the side of
her breast, hard, with my left hand.  She screamed, and I repeated the
procedure on her right tit.

I sat back a moment.

"Look at me, you little whore."  I commanded her.  When she didn't, I
pulled the hair on the top of her head so her neck was at a right
angle to her body and with my free hand I grabbed her left nipple and
again pulled up as far as it would go.  "If you don't open your eyes
and look at me right now, I'm going to cut this nipple right off."  I
didn't know if I really meant it, but it worked, her eyes flew open
and she stared straight at me, then at her extended nipple, then back
at me, her pupils dilated in terror.

"Now listen up," I told her.  "You're MINE now, and you'll do what I
say as soon as I say it, or things will get ugly.  I'm going to do
whatever I feel like doing to you, and by the time I'm done with you,
you're going to beg me hurt you, beg me to fuck you, and you'll really
*mean* it."

Karen shook her head, and tears flowed from her face.  "I won't." she
moaned.  "You can't make me.  My parents will find you, you'll go to
jail."

I shrugged, and climbed off of her prone form.  She moved lazily, the
morphine dulling her senses.  Now was not the time to threaten pain;
she couldn't feel much of it, wouldn't for a few hours yet till the
dope wore off.  Humiliation would still work though, just a plain
old-fashioned rape.  Time later for the heavier stuff that would
really get my 'nads pumping.

"You ever been fucked?"  I asked her, as I pulled her shoes and socks
off and worked her pants down.  She didn't struggle much, just
whimpered.  I snipped the scissors above her precious titties every
time she moved and that quieted her down.

"Well?!"  I barked at her.  "Anybody stick their meat in your box??"

"yes,"  she whispered.

I smiled, as I pulled her panties off, imagining someone just like me,
riding a younger version of this girl, imagined a big fat cock like
mine tearing into her fat, hairless, pre-pubescent pussy.  Jesus she
was hairy now though.  I'd have to shave her before I'd be able to
fuck her.  Curly brown hair covered her mound, though thankfully it
didn't extend too far between her legs.

"Who fucked you?"  I asked conversationally, "Your big jock boyfriend?
Your daddy?  The boys' gym teacher?"

I abruptly thrust two fingers into her tight dry cunt when she didn't
answer me, and she yelped and used her legs to push away from my
probing fingers.  It was time to get serious.  Using plenty of the
silver duct tape I bought in volume, I bent her legs at the knees,
taping each leg in half, and with a considerable amount of physical
effort I managed to run a band of tape around her midriff so that her
legs were bound securely to her torso; her cunt, asshole, and buttocks
now lewdly exposed for my pleasure.  I returned from the bathroom with
my shaving cream; menthol, it would burn a bit.  I lathered up her
pussy and began scraping away all that disgusting evidence of her
maturity.  She whimpered and moaned, asking me why I was doing it,
complaining that I was hurting her, that the shaving cream burned, but
I noticed that her clit spasmed involuntarily as I continued scraping,
and I asked her again who had porked her.

"You don't really want to make me mad when I have a razor at your
pussy do you?"  I asked her.

"uncle larry"  she whispered.

"Uncle Larry," I repeated.  "So Uncle Larry shoved his big hot dick
into
your tight little box.  Was he the first?"  I asked her.  She was
sobbing uncontrollably as I described her encounter with this
relative.  "Did he bust your cherry?"

"N-n-no no no no no," she choked, "he he he...  he let his fr.. his
friend Bob do it the very first time in my... in my... while he did it
.. d-d-d-did it in in in my m-m-m-mouth,"  she wailed.

It was an old story, I heard it from all these little pukes, their
father or some uncle or neighbor or priest or rabbi or little league
coach had been poking them in one hole or other so they ran away from
home.  Some people think it's evil, but fuck that.

"So Uncle Larry and his pal Bob took turns grinding your pussy while
you sucked the other one off.  I bet you liked being a shish kebob,
huh?"

"NO!," she screamed in denial. crying and twisting as I scraped at her
cuntlips with my razor. "I hate them I hate you!"

"...twisting around with one fat dick jamming your tight little hole
and another one fucking your mouth." I continued on, ignoring her
protests.  "Your uncle's big fat dick sliding down your throat,
shooting his hot milky sperm into your mouth, while his friend humped
your horny little ass and came inside you.  Did anyone else ever get
it wet in your cunt?"  I slapped her now smooth, naked mound
playfully, wiping off the excess shaving cream with her ruined
sweatshirt.  She was young enough; her cunt lips, thankfully, were not
yet swollen and sagging with the ravages of old age.  God there is
nothing uglier than an old pussy.

When she didn't answer, I pinched her little clit painfully hard and
twisted till she cried out.

"No!" she wailed, her bottom lip quivering childishly, tears rolling
down her face, no doubt remembering her uncle's bone pistoning in and
out of her tight young twat while his friend's meat ravaged her wet,
gaping mouth, choking off her air passage.  I heard that chicks come
harder if they can't breathe when they're being reamed.  Time enough
for that experiment later.  I slipped my fingers back into her pussy.
Just as I expected, it was quite wet now as I reminded her of her
previous humiliation.  It was always this way with the slutty little
brats I picked up, they swore they hated it, at the same time they
were creaming all over themselves, as they remembered being nailed;
same way with the boys, they'd tell me Uncle Ralph had poled out their
butt every Friday for three years, they'd scream that it hurt like
hell when I stuffed mine in for my share, but their dicks would be
dancing against their bellies, begging for more.

"Is this how much you hated it?"  I pulled my fingers out of her box
and smeared her juices on her her upper lip. She twisted her head and
shrieked in revulsion.  I leered into her face as she continued
sobbing.  "I bet you BEGGED them to fuck you, I bet you slurped their
dicks every chance you got, sucking on their cocks and gulping down
their hot sperm like it was your mother's titty I think you rub
yourself every night thinking about big fat cocks grinding into your
cunt I think you fucked your cunt back at your Uncle Larry and
imagined it was really your DADDY's dick inside you."

She was howling hysterically, sobbing wildly, thrashing her head from
side to side and twisting her bound body as much as she could, as I
detailed my version of her past, all the while her cunt continued to
form it's juices, her clitty twitching ever so gently in it's newfound
nakedness.  I had to have her then, I'd gotten myself too hot,
describing her childhood.

I pulled off my pants, folded them up and placed them on the dresser
along with my underpants and socks, though I left my shirt on, and
quickly jumped on the bed and mounted her.  She wailed pitifully as my
shaft sunk deep into her teenaged cunt; I thrust hard and fast and
deep, with such force that the crown of her head slammed into the wall
with a resounding thump, and she screamed again at the shock.

Her pussy was tight enough; I had never found a virgin yet, and I'd
fucked girls as young as eight; but *this* girl's pussy was used to
the feel of cock.  I was pretty sure from the way she sobbed as I
described her Uncle and his friend balling her that it had been a
regular event, probably once or twice a week, and she fucked me back,
in spite of herself.  I managed to catch a violent rhythm, slamming
into her, her agonized shrieks peaking each time the swollen head of
my dick traveled the length of her tight young cunt and banged into
the entrance to her womb, her back arching as her head slammed into
the wall.  The other guests at this "adult hotel" knew better than to
complain about one of Nunzio's employee's making too much noise, even
if it sounded like someone was being dismembered.

Her pussy walls gripped my cock with an amazing heat, almost seeming
to suck me into her as I lurched on top of this little babe, my fat
rod ramming into her in a hard, steady rhythm timed by her head
banging the wall.  I didn't last very long this first time; but when
I'm in hunting mode I can get it up four or five times a day and the
firsts one's usually a quick one.  I could feel her belly tightening
beneath me as I slammed my shaft in and out of her snatch, slickly
lubricated with her own lust, and I knew she was going to come soon,
and I knew she would hate it more than if I simply caused her pain, so
I rode her high and deep, my rolling, fucking motions placing extra
pressure on her engorged clit.

She started climaxing then, whimpering and sobbing and thrusting back
at my driving thrusts as best she could, bound the way she was, her
cunt spasming around my turgid shaft pistoning between her legs, and I
started to come then too, and humped into her with all the force I
could muster; I leaned over her and sank my teeth into her left
breast, not breaking the skin, but leaving a nice red bite mark that
would last many hours.  Even as she arched her back and screamed at
the sudden pain in her tit, she came, as powerfully as any girl I'd
ever fucked up to that moment.  It felt as if her twat was literally
sucking the cum right out of my nuts as I shot load after sticky load
of my jism deep into her steaming box, her tit still gripped between
my teeth.  I pulled out of her as soon as I had shot my last load, and
standing naked from the waste down, my dick slowly softening, I cut
the duct tape to free her legs, ripping it from her body in several
passes, smiling as she screamed at the fiery pain of her flesh
seemingly torn from her body. I watched her belly and clit twitch
again as this last surge of pain caused another smaller orgasm to
course through her body.  I wonder what cruel trick of biology causes
pain and pleasure to be so easily confused?

I showered, whistling some stupid television jingle, cleaning our
mingled juices from my body, and put on a new set of clothes.  It was
actually quite some time since I'd first picked Karen up, and we would
need some dinner, some food to see us through the long night ahead.

I slapped her on the thigh as I left her there on the bed with her
arms still chained to the wall above the bed.  "You're a pretty good
lay, I guess you've had a lot of practice."  I gathered my coat and
gloves, put on my shoes and headed out the door.  "I guess I'm not too
bad either, from the way you were flopping around on the end of my
dick."

I stopped at the front desk on my way out to leave a message with
Vito.

"Tell Sal Wednesday, any time after, say, 8am. 4 C.  Kind of old."  It
was Monday now.  I'd have another day and a half to play; if I got
bored, she would keep till Sal came by to pick her up.

===End Part 1===

Archive-name: MED-Chcknhwk1-2



I didn't return to the hotel room until around eight that evening.
Karen had been cuffed to the bed for over three hours by then, and the
morphine I'd given her had worn off and she was looking pretty
bedraggled, sweaty and cold, her hair a tangled mess, lying nude in
that drafty rundown hotel, but she'd managed to squirm her body around
and I guess she'd used her feet to work some of the bed clothes loose,
so that the lower half of her body was covered with a rumpled mass of
sheets and blanket and bedspread.  I dropped my bag of toys and food
on the dresser across from the foot of the bed and hung my jacket in
the closet, careful to leave my shoes on the rubber mat next to the
chair so I wouldn't track filth around the threadbare but mercifully
clean carpet.  Vito thought I was insane, that I paid someone to clean
it every few months.

I went into the bathroom to take a piss, as I spoke to my prize
through the open door.  "Are you ready for some more 'looovvvin',
honey?" I drawled lewdly, walking back to stand next to her head with
my dick hanging limply from my fly.  I had taken off my flannel shirt
and was standing there in socks, jeans and t-shirt, fisting my cock as
I stroked her long curly hair.

"Get away from me!" she shrieked hysterically, "I hate you!  You're
EVIL!"  It was obvious from her swollen eyes and tear-stained cheeks
that she had been crying almost continuously while I'd been gone.  I
pulled the blankets and sheets from the lower half of her body and
tossed them into the bottom of the closet.

I needed something to get me hard; I knew a good belting would perk my
dick right up.  I remembered that she hadn't eaten since I'd bought
her that burger.

"I bought you a sandwich, I hope tuna's ok." I rummaged around in the
bag.  "And a coke, some chips, a pickle.  Kaufman's has the best
pickles, though I hear they're not really kosher."

I held one of the sandwich quarters to her face but she turned away
without speaking.  I grabbed one of her nipples and twisted, hard.

"You ANSWER me when I ask you a question!"  I barked at her as she
cried out.  I slapped her face and she cried out again.

"I'm not hungry," she squealed, as I raised my hand to strike her
again.

"Suit yourself," I shrugged.  I wrapped the sandwich back up and put
it and the coke and pickle into the little mini fridge I kept in the
closet.  I pulled my belt out of my pants and stepped out of them,
folding them carefully and placing them in the dresser drawer. I
removed my underwear and tossed it into the bottom of the closet with
the bed clothes.

Doubling the belt in my fist I struck Karen square across the front of
her naked muscular thighs, blow after blow raising beautiful, wide red
weals all up and down her legs.  My cocked started to stiffen almost
immediately, hypnotized by her twisting arching torso flailing to the
tempo of the belt smacking into her legs, her shrieking, screaming
cries creating a lovely harmony to my rhythmic beating.  After a few
dozen blows had fallen, I stopped, and plunged my hand between her
thighs.  Her legs were nearly paralyzed from the pain of the tanning
I'd just given them; she offered no resistance; her knees fell open
lewdly, and my hand came up dripping wet.  Her eyes were screwed shut
and she was sobbing in long choking gasps, saliva drooling from her
mouth...  inviting me to slip my cock in.  Quickly, I released her
left hand from the cuff securing it to the ring in the wall and using
more of the duct tape from earlier that afternoon when I had bound her
legs, I secured the left arm to her side by wrapping a few loops of
tape completely around her body just below shoulder level, and just
above the elbow.  With her left arm secured I then released her right
arm and taped it too to her body.  The silver duct tape above and
below her breasts pulling at the skin made them jut out nicely, and
the silver tape wrapped in wide bands around her body was somehow
arousing.  Her arms were free to move from the elbow, but without
being able to use her shoulders, she could not gain any leverage to
push or strike at me.

Karen was still sobbing, the front of her legs a beautiful flaming red
mass of weals.  Grabbing her by the ankles, I spun her body sideways
so that she was laying crosswise on the bed on her back, her head
dangling back over the edge, her hair hanging to the floor.

"What are you going to do to me now?" she moaned, fear making her
voice quaver.  "Please don't hurt me anymore, I'll do whatever you
want, I promise."

I laughed out loud at her, and grabbed the back of her neck firmly
with my right hand, and pinched her little pig nose shut with my left.

"Of course you'll do what I want, bitch," I smiled, quickly jamming my
stiff meat between her lips when she opened her mouth in surprise at
the sudden loss of oxygen.  "You haven't got a choice."

I let go of Karen's nose then, and grabbing the back of her head for
more control, I bent my knees and thrust the head of my cock at the
back of her throat.  With her head bent backwards like it was, I had a
clear shot straight down her esophagus.  Muffled panicked choking
sounds came from around my thrusting dick as I slammed the full length
of it into her gullet, my hairy balls, swollen with lust, slapping
against her nose.  She was twisting and writhing, her throat muscles
spasming convulsively as I raped her face; her reflexive gagging
milking my cock like the most experienced slut's cunt.  As I continued
pistoning my dick in her maw, her thrashing increased in intensity,
her feet kicking involuntarily, and though I couldn't see her face I
imagined it was a beautiful purple hue, probably nearly blue.  Her
thrashing started to weaken, and reluctantly, I pulled my cock from
between Karen's lips and rubbed it around her face, saliva drooling
from it's length.  She choked and coughed, her breasts heaving as she
struggled to breathe after I had nearly suffocated her.  I was nowhere
near ready to ejaculate; I had slipped a studded leather cock-ring
around my cock and balls after I'd taken that piss, and I'd be rock
hard for at least an hour yet without coming.  I'd scored some really
fine crystal meth while I was out, too, and between the crank and my
natural psychoticly induced sexual frenzy, I'd be filling this little
tramp in almost every hole, non-stop, for the better part of the next
thirty-six hours; by the end of it she'd be begging me not to leave
her, to fuck her harder and longer and deeper, to be her master
forever.

Right THEN, though, my dick was threatening to jump off my groin and
crawl up the nearest hole by itself.  It NEEDED to fuck something,
anything.

Karen had started moaning, her voice rasping and raw from the recent
abuse of her vocal cords.  Going around to the other side of the bed,
I rolled her over on her stomach.  She screamed hoarsely as the raw,
whipped flesh of her legs made contact with the bedsheet.  I had
decided it was time to spread her knees on the spreader bar I had
made; leaving her there crying, I returned from the closet with the
bar, and climbed onto the bed, fastening first her left knee at the
one end of the bar, tightly buckling the strap secured there just
above her knee, and then fastening the second strap on the other end
so that her knees were spread almost three feet apart.  I then bent
her legs back at the knees, and securely taped her ankles to the backs
of her legs.  With her arms and legs  securely bound, she was
completely helpless, and at my mercy.  The spreader bar made a useful
means of hauling her around as well.

When I had done securing her legs, I grabbed Karen by the hips and
pulled her to what would have been a kneeling position; her knees
supported her on the bed, her legs bent double, the top part of her
body resting uncomfortably on her breast bone and shoulders, her head
turned sideways.  She was crying softly and continuously, swallowing
occasionally; it was obvious her throat was still sore from it's
recent rape.  She attempted unsuccessfully to support some of her
weight with the free length of her arms.

"You ever been fucked in the ass?"  I asked her, as I pressed my dick
against the entrance to her pussy.

She wailed franticly, but bound as she was she could move only
imperceptibly. "Nooooo..."  She moaned, "Please don't put it in my
butt, pleeeeaaaase....."

I slapped her ass as hard as I could and thrust my raging boner into
her tight cunt.  The only lubrication she had right then was the cum
left in her from my first reaming, and she yelped at the dry burning
pain she must have felt as my fat hard cock opened her up.

"Answer my question!"  I slapped her again, pulling out and re-pene-
trating with a savage lust.  The speed I had taken while I was out was
starting to peak in my bloodstream and it felt like the entire essence
of my existence lived in the thick ten inches of muscle buried in this
teenager's small, tight pussy.

I lived to fuck.

I was thrusting my hips forward with as much force as I was using to
pull her hips towards me, each forward motion driving my cock into her
channel with a bone-crunching fury, my balls slapping forward to
tickle her clit as my hairy belly came in contact with her parted
ass-cheeks.  Karen had stopped actually shrieking and was making a
high, keening noise from deep within her.  I slowed my humping down a
bit as I noticed my cock bearing a thin coat of blood; my fat dick
must've scraped her dry channel raw.  I still expected to get a lot
more days use out of this one, and I also wanted to get a fair price
for her.  It hardly mattered if she were a little torn up or sore
inside, but she would be worthless dead or dying; she needed to be in
decent enough shape for someone else to get a rise out of her when
they fucked her. This was all before the AIDS epidemic, at least, or I
might've been worried for myself, with the blood and all.

I continued fucking her for another five minutes or so, according to
the clock on the dresser, the cock-ring and drugs keeping me hard and
preventing me from coming.  Her moaning had taken on a new edge, and I
suspected she was getting aroused, partly or largely from all the pain
I'd been inflicting with my dick.  I was getting tired from having to
support her, she was after all, probably 90 lbs. or so, even if small
for her age.  I pulled out of her, and let her flop forward on the
bed.  She lay there face down, not moving, nor crying much, breathing
softly.  I knelt down on the bed and stroked the perfect, smooth
creamy cheeks of her ass.  I spanked her ass for a few minutes,
watching it turn a lovely crimson, periodically thrusting my hand
between her legs to feel the moisture forming there, to pinch and
pull her pulsating button, the spanking arousing her more and more.

I re-entered her, flopping my full weight on her back and thrust my
cock into her now slickly lubed channel, her breath whooshing from her
lungs at the unexpected pressure.  She moaned and twisted beneath me
as my wiry pubic hair ground against her flaming butt cheeks, and not
surprisingly, she started grinding her ass back at me as she lay
pinned under my weight, moans of pleasure mixing in with the harsher
cries of pain.  I ground my swollen, engorged member in her pussy for
quite a while, exulting in the way her cunt, now spasming in the first
of many pain-induced orgasms, gripped and stroked my rod.  As the last
ripple washed over her body I pulled out of her, a small bit of the
original blood mixing with her own cum glistening on my cock.

Deftly, I flipped her over so she was on her back.  She stared at me,
rather wild-eyed, her knees bent underneath her then.  It must have
been uncomfortable, even painful.  She seemed to have lost a lot of
her fight after this last vicious banging and humiliating orgasm; I
think she was finally understanding how helpless she was to prevent me
from doing to her body whatever I pleased, and perhaps, like that old
joke, she'd finally decided to just relax and enjoy it.

My dick gleamed red in the light of the naked bulb dangling from the
ceiling directly over the bed.  I had strung some multicolored
Christmas lights around the perimeter of the ceiling shortly after I'd
been given this space, and I turned them on, extinguishing the
overhead light.

I smiled at Karen.

"You still haven't answered my question about whether you've been
fucked up the ass ever."  I crawled up her body so that my glistening,
rock hard cock danced over her face.

"No," she told me.  She didn't cry or curse me when she answered this
time.

"Good."  I smiled.  "I like virgin asses, they're nice and tight, and
it'll hurt like hell for you."

She whimpered then.  "Why do you want to hurt me??"  she moaned
patheticly.  "I'll do whatever you say, you don't need to hurt me"

I reached behind me and finding her little clit I gave it a painful
twist.  She jumped.

"You know hard you just came.  My dick is wet with your lust, you've
never come like that in your life, and I MADE IT HAPPEN!"  Something
about her question had stirred me up.  "Whether you like it or admit
it, it's TRUE.  Now lick my dick!"  I ordered her.

"It's DIRTY!"  she protested.  She turned her head away from my slick
hard member, and pressed her lips shut.  I grabbed beneath my legs
where I had been sitting on her breasts and pulled and twisted both of
her nipples.  Karen struggled hard to keep her lips pressed shut as I
tortured her tits, twisting her nipples and squeezing the globes as
hard as I could, but finally she screamed, and I slipped my dick past
her lips.  I grabbed her hair by the roots at the sides of her head
and began fucking her face again, while she twisted franticly, trying
to dislodge my dick from her mouth.  I imagined the taste of the blood
and funk from her cunt were a new experience for her.  Satisfied that
she had sufficiently cleaned the filth of her loins from my rod, I
pulled my still hard cock from her mouth and immediately clamped a
hand over it.  I leaned my face directly over hers and placed my other
hand on her throat, rubbing downward with gentle stroking motions.

"Swallow."  I whispered menacingly, as she stared wild-eyed into my
hard cold eyes, breathing heavily through her nose as my hand covered
her mouth.

"I have my hand on your throat; if I don't feel you swallow, I'm going
to bite your nipple off."  This time, I knew I really meant it.  I
moved back down her body and clamped my teeth on her swollen, sore
right nipple and slowly began biting down.  As I bit down harder and
harder, I felt her throat muscles ripple, once, twice, three, four,
five times, faster and more franticly, as my teethe threatened to
break the tender skin of her areola.  Reluctantly, I unclamped my
teeth.  I had to concentrate hard on not ruining her resale value, the
crank and cock-ring adding to my natural psychotic frenzy.  I lifted
my hand from her mouth, and laughed as she gasped a healthy lungful of
air and loosed a blood-curdling scream.  I suspected it was more fear
that I would bite her nipple off than actual pain that made her howl
this time.  I climbed off her body and grabbing the bar stretching her
knees apart, I spun her body so her head was then near the foot of the
bed, her knees near the middle of the length.

The Christmas lights gave a strangely macabre essence to the scene in
that hotel room, the multicolored lights tracing a festive pattern on
the silver duct tape, glistening brightly in the cold sweaty patches
that gleamed on Karen's nude, bound body.  I pulled a ball gag from my
bag of tricks and shoved it between her mouth as she struggled to
protest, fastening it securely behind her head.

"It makes the experience so much more... intense, if you can't cry
out," I explained, as muffled noises escaped from around the gag.  I
climbed on the bed facing her, bringing with me my paper bag full of
goodies, and grabbing the spreader bar between her knees, I pushed it
all the way up and back so that it was pressed flush against Karen's
torso, her little ass muscle and pussy and buttocks exposed to my
attentions.

At first, I just held the bar there as I knelt back on my heels and
rubbed and pulled and twisted on her little clit, my cock dancing
between her cheeks, watching as the little tart became more and more
excited, muffled squeaks of pleasure leaking out around the gag, her
hips rocking slowly, the fleshy lips of her young pussy periodically
rippling with the waves of yet another building orgasm.  I pulled a
jar of lubricant from the bag of playthings, and a long thin pink
rubber butt probe, and lubed it generously.  Slowly, I forced the
knobby end through the tight virgin bud of her asshole, still grinding
her clit vigorously with the palm of my left hand in a rolling fucking
motion.  I could tell she clamped the muscle down around the probe by
the resistance I met sliding it in, but the rolling waves of a
building orgasm conflicted with her desire to keep the intruder out of
her ass, and I slid the slim length in another two inches, where it
met more resistance.  There was no need to force the probe further, I
would use my hard cock to open her rectum up fully.  Her pussy was
dripping wet then from my clit-rubbing, and holding the bar between
her knees with both hands, I knelt up and thrust my cock into her
cunt, to gather the lubrication I would need to penetrate her tight
tight ass.  She humped up to meet my thrust, and moaned deep in her
chest; her lust belying the tears still rolling down the sides of her
cheeks.  I pulled out quickly and pressed the head of my cock against
the tight little button of her ass.  Letting the spreader bar rest
against my t-shirted chest, I grabbed the sides of her hips and leaned
forward, curling her legs back upon herself, her buttocks curled up
into the air as my cockhead pressed insistently at her anus.  The
moans in her chest had become higher pitched, and with a final effort
the massive head of my cock popped through the hard ring of muscle,
lodging in the soft warm end of her rectum.

"Loosen up baby, don't fight it," I cautioned her.  "You want it, you
can feel how wet your pussy is."  An involuntary moan of pleasure
escaped me as I sunk my shaft another two inches into her tight hot
ass, the hard tight rubberband of her sphincter muscle squeezing my