"Well, well," a masculine voice laughed out when Jim led Becky through the front door of the large cabin. "Look who finally got here. I was beginning to think Jim had found something better to do down the road a piece!"
Becky froze halfway through the door, unwilling to go any farther. Since there hadn't been a car parked in front of the cabin, she had thought she and Jim had been the first to arrive. She was still filthy from having been fucked in the road, and Jim hadn't allowed her to put on her clothes. Instead, he had pulled from her baggage a long knit sweater that reached almost to her knees. Beneath it, nothing covered her body except grime and dirt. She had been counting on some time for a bath and a few minutes to repair herself before the other two couples arrived.
When she glanced across the room toward the voice that had greeted them, her muscles turned into stone. Staring back at her were the faces of the men she had seen in the car as Jim had pumped his cum into her cunt!
"Oh, God!" she gasped.
"Nope," the blond man replied. "I'm Bill and this is Tom. Although it probably wouldn't hurt if you would get into the habit of thinking that way. It might make things easier all the way around."
Jim laughed, joining in the merriment of the two other men. Becky glanced over at her husband, confused at what the three of them found so funny.
"Don't worry about it, Becky," he said, smiling harshly at her. "You'll find out soon enough, probably in just a few minutes."
"Where are your wives?" Becky asked.
She knew their wives had accompanied them since she had seen them in the car. She wasn't anxious to face the two women, but something about their absence bothered her.
"They're hanging around up at the other cabin," Tom answered spryly and the three men had to pause for another howl of laughter.
Again, Becky was left totally bewildered at what had prompted their reaction. So far, nothing that had been said had struck her as the least bit funny, although the three men obviously differed.
Bill was a lean, sinewy man who stood a couple of inches over six-feet tall. His blond hair was shaggy on the back and sides, and he reminded Becky of a tall surfer from the beach. Beside him, Tom was at least six inches shorter and built more like a football player, his swarthy skin speaking of a Mediterranean heritage.
Besides the job the three men shared, Becky wondered whether they had anything in common. If she had known then what bound them together, she would have turned and run as fast as she could.
But she didn't know and she lingered too long, actually moving a couple of feet into the room. By the time Bill walked across the room and stood in front of her, her chance for escape was gone.
Bill reached out and placed his fingers on the lapel of her heavy sweater. "You've got yourself a pretty little girl, Jim, but she's got smudges all over her face. It looks like she's been playing in the dirt."
"You think that's bad," Jim said, "you should see the rest of her."
"Don't mind if I do," Bill replied, then suddenly ripped open the front of the sweater.
Becky had been holding it closed with her hand instead of buttoning it, since she had planned to discard it as soon as she was safely inside the cabin. The material tore from her fingers and gaped open the length of her body. Heavy tits, smeared with grime, popped into view and quivered on her dirty chest. Red cunt hair was matted with dried sweat and jism and both her knees were skinned.
"She's still got cum running down her legs!" Bill sneered as he glanced down at Becky's inner thighs. "You must have really pumped her full of it when you were fucking her like a dog in the street!"
Becky thought she would die from shame. She had held onto the faint hope that the men wouldn't recognize that she had been one of the naked fucking bodies on the road. But not only had they recognized her, they had caught her with the proof streaking down her legs. She felt so humiliated that, for a second, she didn't realize that Jim was standing by letting the other men look at her naked, dirty body.
"Get me out of here, Jim," she finally whined, trying to tug the edge of the sweater out of Bill's hands. The blond man held on as his swarthy friend walked over and took a closer look at her tits and cunt. "Jim, please!"
Becky turned to look at her husband. She was shocked to find that he had moved away from her side and was leaning across the doorway at her back. With his body filling the doorway, there was no way Becky could get outside until he moved.
Distracted now from the two men in front of her, Becky felt the sweater yanked to the side. Her balance gone, she tumbled toward the floor with Bill pulling the garment free. She rolled to the wood planking of the cabin, dirty and totally exposed. One of her arms crossed her chest, hiding her tits, while her other hand dove to her cunt. Her fingers spread, trying to cover her pussy from the men's frightening stares.
"What's going on?" Becky wailed, glancing from one man to the other.
Finally, her eyes lit on her husband and the grin on his face chilled her to the bone.
"Things are changed around now," he told her with a sadistic smile. "I've practically begged you for the past year to break down and fuck and suck with me like a wife should do with her man, but you still keep up with a prissy, bitch shit about not liking it and wanting to stay in control. Well, I'm tired of asking and you're not in control any longer! Bill, Tom and I all got to comparing notes at work and we found that we were all in the same boat. All three of us had wives that thought their pussies were untouchable pieces of gold. So we've spent weekends for the last month getting these cabins ready and now have two weeks of vacation together. Before anybody leaves this place we're going to melt those three hard-metal pussies and recast them to what we want!"
"Leave me alone!" Becky cried and scrambled to her feet.
Becky slammed into her husband's body as he continued to block the doorway. Her legs jammed against his heavy thigh and his arm caught her under the chin. It was just like someone had slugged her, and her naked body reeled back into Bill's clutching arms.
The tall, blond man whirled her around and drove a fist deep into her gut. The air in her lungs exploded outward, and her eyes, were blinded from bright lights igniting in her mind. The muscles of her stomach felt as if they had been ripped apart and she folded up around his fist.
A long arm curled around her waist and she was lifted free from the floor. Her body draped over the masculine arm like a blanket being carried to a bed.
"You've got a feisty little bitch," Bill said to Jim, "but she's as dirty as hell. Why don't we carry her out in back and wash her down with the hose?"
The three men thought that was a marvelous idea, and Becky didn't care. Her gut was still cramping furiously from the blow, and her eyes had refused to clear. Her mind was locked into a terrifying nightmare and all she wanted was to wake up.
But the water from the hose cured her of any doubt about whether it was all a dream.
Bill had used his belt to tie her upraised hands to the low branch of a tree, then the three men stood back as Tom held the water hose and turned it on. An icy stream spurted from its end and shocked her tits with its biting cold.
"No!" she screamed as the freezing water blasted onto her body.
The stream began on her chest right between her tits then ran down onto her stomach. Everywhere the water went it seemed to burn with its icy touch. Never had Becky known that fire and ice could cause such similar pain.
The sun was still high in the sky, but the mountain air had a nip that was totally uncomfortable. When Becky's naked body was hit by the cold water pumped from a creek, it felt like she'd been plunged into ice.
Her shrieks echoed through the trees as the stream of cold water found her tits again. The water battered into her left tit, making her nipple try to hide in her flesh, before sweeping over to her other tit. The color of her tit quickly faded as the shocked blood retreated until her flesh was almost gray.
Then the water pulsed into her face like a never-ending blow from a hand. Its coldness quickly stole her breath as some of it splashed up her nose. She gasped, parting her lips, and her mouth was flooded by stinging cold. Her teeth ached before the water finally departed, washing upward into her hair.
Her eyes stung from the dripping water and Becky could no longer see. Her wrists were cut by the rough leather of the belt. The water parade descended until it washed at the insides of her legs.
Then, for a few seconds, it was gone and Becky prayed that it was over.
"Nnngghh!" she grunted when the icy water struck her in the middle of her back.
The pause had only been to allow Tom to walk around her so he could punish her from the ear.
"Look at her squirm!" Jim exclaimed. "That little bitch never moves like that when I've got a cock up her cunt!"
"Maybe she just needs a the practice," Tom guffawed in reply. "Let's see how she moves when I wash, off her ass!"
No matter bow hard she tried, Becky couldn't keep from thrusting forward with her hips when the icy stream roared into the crack of her ass. The pressure that battered her asscheeks and shithole came from the end of the hose being held only a couple of inches away. She shrieked as the wrinkled rosebud of her shitter puckered even more. A shattering chill ran from the base of her spine clear up to the back of her head.
"Noooo!" she cried, thrashing against the belt holding her hands high over her head.
Her shoulders ached from the punishing weight as her hips and legs jerked forward. But still the icy slap of the water followed her, never moving from the crack of her ass.
"She's coming clean," Bill said. "But we've got to get ol' Jim's cockcream washed out of her cunt. Come on back around here, Tom, and let's shove that water fountain right up her tight, young pussy."
"Don't do that!" Becky screamed, but her protests were to no avail.
The stream of water left her ass as Tom walked around to the front. When he stood before Becky, he pulled the hose up to his body and held it at his crotch. Her eyes had cleared enough to see that it looked like a long, slender cock. The pressure of the water weaved the nozzle around like the head of a snake, and from its mouth burst a stream of cold mountain water that rose almost to Tom's head.
Becky groaned as he lowered the end of the nozzle and moved it closer to the ground. Hands grappled between her legs from the back as her husband reached through to pry open the lips of her cunt. Becky was horrified that he would actually help, then her thoughts were blasted away by the crash of ice water into the delicate, spread flesh of her pussy. It felt like a torch had been shoved up between her legs to eat away at her cunt.
The pressure was unbelievable. Becky felt like her cunt was being hammered. And when the nozzle was shoved into the mouth of her cunthole, her whole insides were shocked. It was like gallons of thundering water were being poured into a narrow cave to bloat and swell its, tender walls. She jabbered meaningless sounds until the torture was finally taken away.
Becky was exhausted. Every ounce of her strength had drained away with the icy water. She felt as if she had run a hundred miles only to be beaten and pounded when she stopped. Her body sagged heavily on the leather belt, as the strap cut deeply into her wrists. She hung, miserable, in the small clearing between the cabins as the water was finally turned off.
"Well, at least she's clean," Tom joked as he rejoined his friends after twisting off the faucet.
"Yeah!" Bill hissed with fire in his eyes. "Almost clean enough to fuck. Hey, Jim, you mind if I feed your bitch's pussy some long, hard cock?"
"Naw," Becky's husband laughed from behind her naked, suspended body. "Teach that cunt what it's like to swallow up somebody else's prick!"
Becky was horrified. Jim was going to let another man fuck her cunt!
She watched in fear as the tall blond man in front of her began unbuttoning the fly of his jeans. Slowly the material parted and a long, hefty cock sprang up in the gap. Yellow cock hair swarmed around its base as his prickshaft jutted into the air. Bill's prick was already raging hard from being turned on by the torture of her body with the water.
"No!" Becky shrieked, unable to tear her eyes from his fleshy cock-club. Bill's cock was every bit as big as her husband's, perhaps a little longer, as it jerked in anticipation.
The swarthy Tom reached down and grabbed one of Becky's ankles while Jim reached around and latched onto the other. They both lifted, dragging her feet upward and apart to spread her cunt for Bill's throbbing prick.
Becky tried to fight them, but she had no leverage. All of her, weight was on the belt around her wrists and her arms were ready to collapse. Pain shot through her hips and the insides of her thighs as they split her legs wide so they could watch the fucking of her poor, tender cunt.
Cold water from the hose still dripped from her pussyhair as Bill edged forward with the base of his cock in his hand. His pants were pushed down to his knees, baring his whole crotch to her frightened eyes. Heavy balls in a loose, hairy sac hung down the insides of his thighs. His battering ram of a cock jutted toward her, reaching out for her pussy with its swollen, shiny knob. So much blood had engorged it that his cockhead looked like a small fist with an evil piss-slit cut into its end. A small bead of glistening pre-cum dotted his pisshole.
"Please don't," Becky groaned.
She felt Bill's hard cockhead slide between her gaping pussylips and nose right up to her cunthole. Her husband and Tom pulled her legs even wider to splay open her pussy, and Bill rocked forward with his hips and drove his cock into the mouth of her cunt.
"Aeeeiii!" Becky screamed, sure she was spilt in two.
The water gushing up her pussy had washed out all of her natural juices. The coldness of the stream had shriveled up her cunt, puckering its mouth tightly, and Bill's brutal cock-thrust felt as if it had ripped her pussyflesh. Two inches of his throbbing fuck-monster prick were jammed into her tortured cunthole and there was nothing she could do but scream.
"Fucking, cockteasing bitches!" the blond man cursed, then slammed his fists into both of her vulnerable tits.
His clenched fingers drove far into her tender flesh, trapping her titflesh against the bone of her ribs. The pain was like two bombs had exploded on her chest, shooting needles of white agony through her neck and into her head. A second later, Bill's cock rammed fiercely, and he drove another three inches of thick prick meat into her cunt.
"Aaarggh!" Becky gargled senselessly.
Even her husband's fucking back on the road hadn't been half so brutal. Her hips felt pulled completely out of join by the hands on her legs, and her tits were gripped by agonizing fire. The flesh of her cunthole felt as if it was being ripped to shreds by Bill's prick that continued to drive into her depths.
"Fuck that redhaired, stuck-up cunt!" the short, dark man on her left called out.
"Punish my little bitch!" Jim snarled. "Beat her pussy into submission!"
He's enjoying it, Becky thought wildly, then groaned deeply when Bill's cockhead slammed into the closed end of her cunt.
Her husband was helping his friend rape her while she was bound like a dead deer to the limb of a tree. That was how they were treating her, just like a hunk of meat for them to ravage and fuck. Never had she been so frightened or so revolted, and she wanted more than anything to throw up. But each time she came close to vomiting, another thudding cock-thrust hammered it from her mind. Her cuntflesh was being battered into bruises by Bill's violent, fucking prick.
"Your wife's got a tight pussy, Jim!" Bill hissed as sweat ran down his forehead and cheeks. "It feels like a Goddamn hot mouth closed all around my throbbing cock!"
"Nooooo!" Becky groaned.
He might as well have been using his fist inside her for the damage that was being done. Her pussyslit was aching and sore from the battering. With her legs spread so wide, Bill's cock drove directly into her cunt and slammed against her tiny, tender clit.
"The fucking cunt is going to make me cum!" Bill suddenly shouted, rising on tiptoes to jam his cock even harder into the tortured girl's pussy.
The blow of his prickhead was so fierce inside her that it knocked Becky higher into the air. The belt holding her wrists suddenly slackened, then Becky paid the horrible price. Her weight cascaded down with the cock still lodged inside her and drove the end of her pussy channel hard against the end of Bill's raping prick.
"Aeeeeiiiii!" she screamed, as her guts exploded in pain.
"Here it fucking comes!" Bill shouted.
Hot male cum splattered against the bruised flesh deep inside her cunthole. Bill's cock swelled even more with every spurt. Waves of scalding, sticky jism rocketed into her tortured fuckhole, bathing her aching pussyflesh with unwanted cum. Bill's fuck-rod jumped and leaped inside her cunt as it poured out its heavy load. Finally, the torture of her pussy was more than Becky could stand. With a strange, marauding cock still raping her cunthole, the young girl passed out.
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