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(Karen is a bar bitch. She has been kidnapped and taken by boat to an island in Lake Superior.
She has been dragged behind the boat, exposed to the sun and raped. Her kidnappers, a group of camping, fishing friends are now taking her to their island.)
AN ISLAND PARADISE
Karen was now curled up on the deck of the boat crying and sobbing. She had submitted to our needs and we were now headed to our campground on the island. The bar tramp was hoping that we had been satisfied and the worst was over. She was obviously delusional; the worst was yet to come.
Jack and Phil pulled her out her little ball.
“Fucking Slut, the fun is just beginning.” “Wait to see what is waiting for you on the island.”
Jack slapped her ass. “We are going to have some fun with that ass.”
We watched while the two entertained themselves tormenting her, pinching, prodding slapping.
Karen kept trying to roll up in a ball to escape. Tears were running down her eyes. When would this ever end?
We circled our small island to be sure we had no unexpected guests and then docked at our small inlet.
We grabbed Karen and pulled her up. She was shaking from the sun exposure.
We got off our boat with Karen. She was sniveling, crying, begging that she be set free. Why was she brought here? What is going to happen to her?
As we approached the campground Karen tried to run and needed to be dragged along. She was horrified at what she saw and was screaming and pleading. Our fun was just beginning. Our friends had been busy preparing the camp for our guest and we were going to explain things to her.
THE IMPALING POLE
We had prepared several “pleasure” stations for Karen. We led Karen to our first station. It was an impaling pole. Rounded at the top and smoothed the first foot we explained how we would hoist her over the pole by a rope over the tree limb and then lower her onto the pole.
Then logs would be attached to her legs to weigh her down and she would be impaled on the pole sliding down first on the smooth upper portion and then onto the rough lower art until the tip came out through her mouth.
She was on her knees, pulling, crying.
We tied her to the pole. “How does you lover feel Bitch?” Karen was hysterical now, sobbing and crying, begging even more. We laughed and tormented her. I loved to look right into the eye and see the horror in her face. I untied her from the pole and I tied a rope under her arm pits and then around her back and we raised her over the pole.
Slowly we lowered her toward the point of the pole. She was screaming and thrashing, kicking her legs and flaying in the air. Jack and I grabbed her legs and guided her toward the pole till she could feel the tip on her cunt.
Everyone was hooting and shouting and yelling to impale the bitch. We let her down so the pole was inside her cunt a couple of inches. She pulled up and we pulled her down over the pole again. We teased her with the pole. She was begging, I would have loved to let the fucking slut slide down the pole. I don’t think I can imagine anything hotter that a bitch impaled, completely helpless but we had other plans. We pulled her up off the pole and dropped her down to the ground.
THE CROSS
Karen was led her to the cross. She was pulling wildly trying to get away. The cross was made from the rough wood of pine limbs. We tied her arms at the wrists to the cross beam and raised it into place on the upright, then securing her legs, even as she tried so hard to pull away. The cross was not high and I stepped up on a small step so I could be level with her. I kissed her. “Would you like to be nailed now?” The other guys were laughing and chanting. “Nail her. Nail Her.” I was so hard thinking of her nailed to this cross. I was up against her body.
Karen was totally exposed to me, fully available.
She was pulling and pushing. He breathing was hard and labored. Her face was contorted with pain. I had my hands on her tits and then my fingers inside her.
I kissed her. ‘Fucking bitch we are going to nail you to the cross.” Karen was frantic. There was no position she could find that was comfortable and she was having trouble breathing normally.
I pushed my cock into her. I was pushing hard against her causing her to rub up against he rough cross. She cried as the rough wood of the cross chaffed against her skin as I raped her hard. I would stop for a moment and look at her terrified face. Then I would plunge into her hard.
I was so hard inside her. I laughed at her and spit in her face. “Fucking slut, ready to be nailed?”
I have dreamed of having a bitch on the cross. It started in 8th grade with Mrs. Graf. We didn’t know the term them but she was a real MILF. I loved coming to class every day and watching her lovely body.
I dreamed of ways to torture her. My favorite was to think of her on a cross and me fucking her. I was hard through most of the day and couldn’t wait to get home to jerk off thinking of her. As I was screwing Karen on the cross all I could see was Mrs. Graf. Lovely, crucified and being fucked.
I fucked Karen harder and harder. After I came inside her I felt I wanted to do it again and again but the other guys had their turns. I had to control myself as I wanted to get the nails to crucify her for real. Her cunt was becoming sloppy with cum. The bitch was hanging from the cross with cum dripping down her legs.
Phil was the fourth guy and she started to moan while he was inside her. Fuck, I could not believe it.
This slut was going to cum while on the cross. This was better than any of us had thought.
Phil continued fucking her and she kept moaning.
Now the bitch was actually begging to be fucked. FUCK YEA. On the cross and begging for cock.
This is the way it should be.
Any ideas that Karen would not live up to our fantasies were put away. We so wanted to nail her but we had a long weekend yet ahead. We had other fantasies for our little fuck bitch.
ADD A LITTLE HEAT
We took her down from the cross and led her over to the cooking pit. The scrapes, bruises and abrasions were all over her back, shoulders and arms from the rough wood of the cross.
There was a long pit with upright poles at each end and a long pole between them. There was no fire in the pit but we tied Karen to the pole and placed over the pit. She was tied to the pole by her hands and feet dangling over the cold pit filled with branches. “Should we start the fire?” “Cook her, Cook the Bitch.’ There were many taunts and jokes.
Jack twisted her head over to the side. “Suck my cock or we start the fire.”
Karen was putty in our hands. She sucked his cock, begging and crying. Jack came on her face and then we started a small fire. “Oh no no.” “You have to better that that.” “I will, please, give me chance.”
We were all so hard watching her on the cross and now hanging waiting over the fire pit.
The ropes were biting into her wrist.
The bitch was so pathetic, begging for her life. She started to suck another cock as she could feel the warmth of the fire starting below her. She was desperate now begging to suck cock. Again cum shot over her face.
The fire was becoming more intense and heat was now causing Karen more distress. We pissed over her and the dripping fluid steamed up. As the fire was starting to get serious she was twisting and turning, trying to get away. We took her off the pit still attached to the pole. Her skin exposed to the fire had a nice pinkish tone. We got out the food and barbeque. Time to party.
BB & B -BLOW JOB BEER AND A BRAT
We turned the pole so Karen was now face up and propped it up against a rock so her head was higher. Phil straddled her face and lowered his cock into her mouth.
He had a beer in one hand and a brat in another.. Could a weekend be any better?? Phil drank his beer and munched on a brat while Karen was sucking on his dick. He took his beer and poured a little over Karen’s head. “Have a drink Bitch.”
We took turns with Karen. It was fun watching her trying so hard to please us.
SLEEP WELL BITCH
After we were done eating we decide to turn in for the night as we had a long day. We took Karen off the pole and placed a metal collar around her neck and chained her near the tents. I would awake during the night to moaning and grunting. One by one the guys would awake and make their way to Karen.
Finally I had to get up. Karen was on top of Jack. It was enticing sight on the moonlit night with the glow from the waning fire providing a warm tone. I made my way and straddled her butt.
I slapped her butt back and forth. Finally I began to push my dick into her ass. On this beautiful night I was double fucking this bitch with my friend Jack. Karen was desperate to try to please us, to avoid more punishment. This is what a whore does. She feels like she must but she really wants it all.
I got into a smooth rhythm as Jacks was below her fucking her pussy and I was above in her ass.
I was slapping her ass while Jack worked over her titties. I knew she was enjoying. I realized she was too much of a whore not too. A slut is a slut. I could feel Jack’s cock inside her. As we were double raping this slut she began to groan again. She was begging for more as our cocks were buried deeper inside her.
I couldn’t believe it. Karen was beginning to moan loudly. She was screaming and she was going to orgasm. How many orgasms could this slut have?
I had always believed that women really wanted it like this. They really want to be taken, forced, and raped. This is the natural process. This bitch was proving this. Thinking again about her having another forced orgasm made me cum in her ass. Jack came in her pussy and the cum flowed freely from her holes. What a fucking slut.
LONG DAY AHEAD ON THE BOAT.
As light appeared in the horizon we got up for a day on the boat. We tied Karen’s hands behind her back and gave her water in a dish with scraps in another. She would have to eat like a dog, like the dumb bitch she was. She had to grovel for her food and water. It would be a long day on the boat; she could not even imagine what was coming.
To Be Continued.
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