2 comments/ 14621 views/ 0 favorites Truth Or Consequences, L.A. By: Evita The car rolled slowly along the quiet streets. When you’re looking for fun you shouldn’t go too fast, in case you overlook something. Pete was holding the steering wheel casually with one hand, his left arm dangling out the open window, a cigarette between his fingers. Tapping in tune with the music that blasted at full volume from the loudspeakers. Nice evening. The weather not too hot, but still enough for the girls on the sidewalk to wear only skimpy dresses or shorts. A lot to look at. Just what he wanted tonight! ”Hey!” The yell from the back seat made him turn his head, looking at the two guys sitting there. Enrique stared at him with his usual pettish look on his face. ”Why the hell we’re goin’ so slow?! Let’s get the fuck on with it!” Pete took a deep breath before answering. Sometimes he just wanted to slap the younger man silly for always complaining, no matter what they were doing. ”I’m really sorry, professor! But we’re out here looking for some fun, right?! And how the fuck do you think we’ll find it, if we’re racing down the boulevard like friggin’ idiots?!” The guy beside Enrique, Johnny, howled with laughter and slapped his thighs, enjoying the dumbfound look on his friend’s face. Pete looked at the girl sitting in the front seat beside him. She sat quietly starring out the window, but he knew that she hated it when he was making her brother look like the fool he was. Hell! Only proved that being stupid didn’t run in the family! Angelina knew that speaking up against her boyfriend wouldn’t be the right choice to make! He didn’t slap her too often, but if she ever raised her voice to him …. He reached over to let his hand run slowly from her long, dark brown hair, over her bare shoulder to her left breast, pinching her nipple lightly through the thin fabric of her low-cut top. She winced, but didn’t say anything and didn’t turn her head to look at him. So the bitch was in a foul mood tonight? Well, she’d better be a little more forthcoming once they got back home! He turned and looked out the windshield again. Far too few people out tonight! And most of them someone they knew. No fun in sight! No FUN! Suddenly he caught sight of a man that came jogging towards them. A black-and-white dog was running beside him, tail wagging, ears flying and tongue lolling out of its mouth. From time to time the man looked down, smiling and running a hand over the dog’s back. Pete made a face. Yawn!! So idyllic it made you wanna puke! As they were slowly passing the running man, Johnny shouted, ”Hey! That’s the dude from that stupid TV-show! You now …. ’24’! That’s fuckin’ Jack Bauer, man!!” ”Yeah!” Enrique said. ”I’ve seen some of it. He’s really cool, man! Shoots about ten terrorists in each fuckin’ episode. And if he’s not killing them, he’s beating the shit out of them!” He looked back through the rear window. ”Too bad we’re not in that show …. Then maybe he could get HIS ass whooped for a change!” Both men in the back of the car howled with laughter. Angelina turned to look at them for a second, then turned back to stare silently out the side window. Pete sat for a moment staring out the window, then suddenly slammed his fist down on the steering wheel. ”That’s it, man!” The others starred at him. ”Why don’t we go see if he’s really so fuckin’ tough, or if it’s all stunt work!” He laughed out loud and quickly turned the car around. In a minute they’d caught up with the running man just as he was getting off the main street, heading towards a small, green area. It would be an overstatement to call it a park, but at least it had grass and a few trees that made it possible to close your eyes and dream of being outside the city, if that was what you wanted. Pete stopped the car in a flash and jumped out, heading after the man and the dog. The two other men scrambled out, too, and ran after him. ”Hey, what the fuck is goin’ on, man?” Johnny shouted. ”What are we doing here?!” Pete didn’t reply but started running, and the two others followed him as they always did. He was the leader, so there was no point in asking if he didn’t want to answer. Behind them Angelina had stepped out of the car, too, but she was staying behind. Leaning against the car and hugging herself as her eyes followed the three young men running between the trees. ”Hey!” Pete yelled as he kept running, the other two a bit behind him. ”Wait up, man!” The man jogging in front of him turned around, looking inquiringly at him. But he stopped, getting the dog to sit down beside him. As the three young men caught up with him, slightly panting, the man said, ”Hi, how are you? Were you talking to me? What can I do for you, man?” He smiled but kept a distance to the three men. He stood seemingly relaxed, but Pete could tell from his stance and body language that he wouldn’t be an easy target. Great! ”You’re that guy from TV, right? That Jack Bauer dude?!” he said, stepping a little closer. Johnny and Enrique knew what to do, just old habit after all the previous times they’d whacked someone, and they moved slowly to get behind the two other men. ”Well, you could say that, I guess,” the man in front of Pete said, smiling. ”But actually my name is Kiefer Sutherland. And I’m not out chasing terrorists tonight, I’m afraid. Just taking my dog for a walk.” He scratched the dog behind the ears and it leaned its head against his thigh. Pete made an almost imperceptible gesture with one hand, and all three of them closed in on Kiefer. ”So .… are you as tough as you look? Or are you just some wimp using stunt guys, like all other Hollywood-stars?!” Pete stepped up to stand with his face just a few inches away from Kiefer’s, while Johnny and Enrique stood on either side of them. To his surprise the other man didn’t look away or even flinch, just looked him squarely in the eyes. As he got no reply, Pete raised his voice, ”Huh?! Are you gonna answer me, man? Or do we have to test you?!” ”Actually I do most of it myself,” Kiefer answered, ”But I can’t see how it could be any of your business, and I don’t have to prove myself to you ….” His voice that had been friendly a moment ago now was cold as ice, and the look in his green eyes showed pent-up anger. ”I’m afraid you’ll have to!” Pete sneered, at the same time taking a swing at Kiefer’s jaw. He was surprised when he hit only air where Kiefer’s face had been a moment ago – and even more surprised when his left arm was grabbed from behind and twisted painfully up his back. ”Let’s not make this into a situation ….” A dark whisper in his ear, ”Just go back to your car and let me finish my walk. OK?” Kiefer yanked his arm a little more, making him groan. Then he abruptly let him go, pushing him forwards as he did it. Johnny and Enrique stood with their mouths agape, looking for some sign from Pete. He screamed at them, ”Don’t just stand there! Kill that mother-fucker!” They hesitated for a moment before closing in on Kiefer. They stood staring each other down for a few seconds, and then the two young men attacked at the same time. Kiefer quickly kicked out with his right leg, connecting with Johnny’s knee. The sound of the knee cap fracturing was nauseating and Johnny went down screaming, clutching at his leg. But Enrique had taken advantage of the situation and was now behind Kiefer, grabbing him and pinning his upper arms down. Kiefer tried to free himself by slamming the back of his head against Enrique’s face. The young man howled as he felt the bridge of his nose breaking, but he managed to hold on. Now Pete was in front of them, his face a thundercloud. ”Who the fuck do you think you are, ass-hole?!!” His fist punched Kiefer in the pit of his stomach, knocking the air out of him. ”Let him go, Enrique! I wanna take care of this fucker myself!” Reluctantly Enrique let go of Kiefer’s arms. A mistake! Kiefer turned around quickly, slamming his knee up into the young man’s crotch. Enrique just uttered a muffled grunt as he fell to the ground, clutching at his genitals. A second later Pete’s fist landed a devastating blow to Kiefer’s back, hitting him right in the kidneys. He went to his knees and then tumbled down on the grass to lie on his side, gasping for air. His head was swimming, and he fought to not pass out. He knew all too well what was likely to happen if he did. Suddenly he felt a cold nose on his cheek and a warm tongue licking his face, a whimper coming from somewhere above his head. ”Oh, Molly!” he groaned. ”Today I really wish you were a pit-bull in stead of a Boarder Collie .…” The dog lay down beside him in the grass, whining and nuzzling him, clearly waiting for him to get back on his feet. Then he heard a woman crying at the top of her lungs, ”No, Pete! Don’t do it! Please, don’t! What if somebody sees us! You wanna go to jail again?!” He managed to open his eyes and saw a young, Hispanic-looking girl come running through the trees towards them. He saw her grabbing Pete by the elbow. ”Please, Pete! Don’t hurt him! He’s done nothing to you!” ”What the fuck are you doing here? Keep your mouth shut and get back to the car!” Pete pushed her away from him roughly and turned his attention back towards Kiefer, who was still lying on the ground in a foetal crouch with Molly at his side. Enrique was to his feet again, still holding his crotch, but screaming with anger, ”Kill that mother-fucker! He just about smashed my dick!” Angelina was almost crying now, turning from Pete to her brother. ”No! Please! Let’s just go, OK? You attacked him. He had to defend himself!” She moved to stand between Kiefer and the two angry men, holding out her arms towards them. ”Please, don’t ….” she sobbed. Suddenly the angry expression on Pete’s face changed to a mean smirk. He stepped forward, grabbing Angelina by the arm. ”What’s the matter, baby? You got the hots for this guy?” Angelina looked up at him, confusion in her eyes. ”What do you mean, Pete? I just want you to leave him alone!” She tried to free herself, but he held on to her arm, squeezing it until she whimpered with pain. ”No, you never poked your nose into our business before! I think you want this mother-fucker!! What do you think, Enrique?! You think your sister wants some Hollywood-prick up her cunt?!” He turned towards Enrique with a wicked grin on his face. Angelina’s brother looked a little shocked at his gang-leader, but then reluctantly nodded his head. ”Well, guess we better make sure you get it then! This could be fun, actually! And we don’t have to rent a porn-flick for tonight!” He turned Angelina around roughly, at the same time tearing her top all the way down, exposing her young breasts. ”Get that sissy on his feet and tie him to that tree over there!” He bent down, grabbing the waistband of Angelina’s shorts and pulling down both shorts and panties at the same time. Angelina stood paralysed for a moment before she tried to cover her nakedness with her hands, tears streaming down her face. ”Please, Pete! Don’t do this! Enrique, make him stop!!” She turned towards her brother, who by now had Kiefer back on his feet again, dragging him towards the nearest tree and tying his arms behind it with his belt. Enrique looked back at her, his eyes shining with rage. ”No! You go to work on that wimp! I bet he doesn’t even have a dick!! And if he does, just bite it off him – for what he did to me!!” He kicked out towards Molly, who tried to get between him and her owner. ”Get away, you damned mutt, or I’ll cut you in half!” Kiefer lifted his head. ”Please, don’t hurt my dog! She won’t do anything if you don’t hurt me .…” He looked down at the anxious dog and cooed softly, ”It’s OK, girl. Daddy’s right here ….” Pete laughed out loud, ”Well! The problem is, man … we ARE going to hurt you! Enrique! Get that fuckin’ dog and tie it to a tree somewhere! Use the leash! We’ll play with it afterwards!” Enrique obediently took Molly and dragged her to another tree, tying her up there as she whined and barked in frustration, pulling at the leash to get back to Kiefer. Pete walked slowly up to the tree, standing as close to Kiefer as possible without actually touching him. Their eyes locked. After a while Pete’s eyes began to flicker. The fact that Kiefer’s eyes showed no sign of fright, only anger and aggression was really frustrating. Something he had never experienced before. To bolster his own courage he took his switchblade knife from his pocket, flicked it open and pressed it against Kiefer’s crotch. ”Now! You’d better know how to use that piece of meat of yours and make my girl happy, or I’ll cut it off!” He saw the flicker of pure hatred in Kiefer’s eyes and stepped away from him, grinning. ”Come on, Angelina! Get your butt over here and get him ready! Show us how good you are at givin’ head!!” Both Pete, Enrique and Johnny, who by now had crawled to where the other men were standing, laughed out loud as Enrique gave Angelina a rough push in the back towards the tree. The girl walked slowly forward, looking down, tears running down her face, not even trying to hide her nakedness anymore. She had witnessed her brother and her boyfriend do a lot of bad things before, but they’d never dragged her into it. She reached the tree and stood still, her naked body just inches away from Kiefer. ”Come on, you slut! Get started! We don’t have all night!” the brutal calls came from behind her. She dared lift her head a fraction and was amazed to see Kiefer looking sympathetically at her. ”Oh, God! I’m so sorry! I don’t know what to do ….” she whispered, not daring to move a limb. Kiefer cast a quick glance at the three young men standing about twenty feet away from them. He bowed his head towards hers and whispered, ”I guess our best chance to get out of this is to do as they say ….!” ”But how?!” Angelina said, still crying. ”They want me to rape you!” ”We’ll help each other …. Just don’t be frightened of me. I know that you are just as scared as I am. I won’t hurt you, I promise!” He tried to catch her eye, saying half-laughing, ”Try to forget that they’re even here …. Or think of this as a movie set, with them being the directors!” Though she was shivering with fright Angelina almost laughed, but she still wasn’t able to move. Again she heard Pete’s rough voice behind her. ”Get on with it, bitch! Get those pants off him! That’s usually no problem for you! I know that!” A roar of laughter from the three young men followed his words. Angelina looked at Kiefer as she reached for the waistband of his sweatpants. ”I’m sorry …. ” He nodded slightly, smiling encouragingly at her. With her eyes closed she started removing his pants, pulling them all the way down his legs and getting them over his sneakers. She heard a soft hiss from behind, the men there swearing under their breaths. Hesitantly she lifted her head and looked up at Kiefer’s naked manhood. Well, evidently it wasn’t as small as they’d hoped for! She got to her feet again, leaning against Kiefer’s body. ”What do you want me to do?” she whispered in his ear. He answered her by turning his head, catching her mouth in a gentle kiss. Without thinking her hands went up to cradle the back of his head as she returned the kiss. She felt his lips, warm and soft, nibbling at her upper lip. And then his tongue, pressing lightly to enter her mouth. She opened her mouth to him, her tongue meeting his. He kissed her deeply for a long time, then took her lower lip between his own, sucking gently at it. He moved his mouth from her lips, kissing her cheeks, her closed eyes, her chin and the soft skin of her throat. Her eyes were still closed tight, fervently wishing that this wasn’t happening, but her heart was pounding in her chest and her breath became more ragged as he kept kissing and licking every part of her that his bonds allowed him to reach. Her hands left the nape of his neck, moving to his shoulders. She could feel the strong muscles working under her palms as he unconsciously fought to free his hands to be able to touch her. She let her hands slide over his chest and around his waist to caress his back through his sweatshirt. ”Come on, girl! This isn’t a fuckin’ soap-opera! Get to work on his dick!” Her brother’s strained voice made her jump and her eyes flew open. The fright possessed her again, and not even Kiefer’s compassionate look could make it better. Tears slowly trickled down her cheeks again as she got to her knees in front of him. ”Suck him! Suck him! SUCK HIM!!” The cries from the three men behind her made her skin crawl. ”If you can’t make him hard, no one can, you fuckin’ cunt!!” she heard Pete yell. ”You’d better do your best, girl, or we’ll have to cut it off!!” She looked up at Kiefer in pure terror. He was standing with his eyes squeezed tight, every muscle in his body tensed up. His breath came in short, rapid gasps, but he managed to whisper to her, ”Go on! I know you can do it! Just pretend they’re not here!” Hesitantly she lifted her hands, gently caressing his manhood. Her right hand encircled the shaft, and the left cupped his testicles, squeezing them lightly. Pete was right. She knew how to do this .… He had taught her the hard way! She bowed her head, trying to stop the tears still trickling down her cheeks. She let her tongue touch the sensitive skin of Kiefer’s inner thigh, then slowly licked her way towards his genitals. At the same time she started moving her hand up and down the shaft of his cock. Softly at first, but then with more force and speed as she felt the blood starting to pulse through it. Her mouth reached his balls and she let her tongue play around, licking at them and sucking them into her warm mouth, one at a time. She heard him moan, and her tongue continued upwards. She followed a thick vein on the side of his cock, licking her way towards the head. When she reached it she let her tongue circle it, pressing down on the sensitive tip, before she opened her mouth wide to take the cock head into her mouth. As she started to move her mouth up and down the shaft, sucking hard and at the same time stroking it with both hands, she could feel it growing even harder against her tongue. Pete’s voice cut through the air, ”Hell! She did it! Enrique, your slut sister sure knows how to suck cock! Now let’s see if she knows how to fuck him, too!” He strode towards the two helpless people by the tree, the knife ready in his hand. When he reached them he shoved Angelina away, taking no notice of her as she fell hard on the grass. He put his mouth close to Kiefer’s ear and hissed, ”Now you don’t try anything, mother-fucker! When I take the belt away you just go lie down on the grass there quietly, or I’ll have to cut both of you! You got that, Jack?!” Kiefer snarled through clenched teeth, ”My name is Kiefer! This is no fucking TV-show, you ass-hole!” but at the same time he nodded his head slightly without looking at the other man. Pete moved behind the tree and loosened the belt holding Kiefer’s hands. As he felt his hands being free again, Kiefer had to use all his willpower to not rush the man behind him, beating him to a pulp. But the sight of the woman cowering on the ground in front of him helped him to stay calm, at least outwardly. He felt Pete’s knife prodding his lower back, and he quickly stepped away from the tree to lie down on his back in the grass. His heart was racing, rage filling him to the point that he could practically feel the bile in his mouth. He closed his eyes, fists clenched along his sides, waiting silently. He heard Pete again just beside him, ”What are you waiting for, bitch?! You were so hot for him a moment ago! There he is now, ready for you! So go fuck his brains out! Get on top of him, or I’ll slice him up!” He heard a strangled sob and then he felt Angelina’s light weight as she crawled on top of him, straddling his waist. Truth Or Consequences, L.A. He could hear Pete move away again and he opened his eyes to look up at Angelina. Her head was bowed so that he couldn’t see her face, but her shoulders were shaking as she cried helplessly. He reached up to caress her face, stroking back her hair and gently lifting her chin to make her look at him. ”It’ll be alright, I promise you .…” he whispered, just as Enrique walked up to them. He grabbed his sister’s buttocks, lifting her and shoving his fingers brutally into her. ”Fuck! She’s as dry as the Mohaw Desert! How’s she ever gonna take a boner like that?!” He nodded, half hateful and half envious, towards Kiefer’s cock that was gradually getting soft again. ”Please! She’s scared …. Just let me help her?” Kiefer said, still holding Angelina’s face between his hands, stroking her cheek gently. He looked directly at Enrique and the younger man at last turned away, stalking back towards the others. ”Angelina …. ” Kiefer said quietly. ”We have to do this. But if I move, they’ll hurt us. Please move up a little so that I can touch you!” She lifted her head to look down at him, tears rolling down her cheeks. ”Oh God, I’m so sorry this is happening! I’m so ashamed ….” she whispered, but at the same time she moved her body up a fraction. He raised his arms, the left going around her waist and gently stroking her lower back. His right hand reached up to caress her full breasts, his fingers circling the nipples that stiffened under his light touch even though Angelina was still sobbing. He let his hand slide slowly down her stomach, caressing her waist and hips. She heard his soft whisper, ”You’re so lovely, Angelina …. Please, forget the others. Just make love to me ….” She felt his hand getting ever closer to her sex. Finally his fingers touched her labiae, but light as a feather. He kept gently stroking her pussy and inner thighs, at the same time pulling her head down towards him, again kissing her softly and licking at her lips before his tongue invaded her mouth. Angelina was almost paralysed with fear. She’d always known that her brother and his friends were no good, but that they’d ever do anything like this! And that Pete, her boyfriend, would make her .… She almost started crying again, but at the same time she felt her pulse beating faster, her whole body tingling as Kiefer’s hands and mouth touched her. Kiefer felt his fingers getting slightly moist as he continued to caress Angelina’s pussy, and he dared move his thumb up to find her clit, gently circling it and at the same time sliding his other fingers between her labiae to let one finger slip inside her. She moaned softly, and as he kept stroking and caressing her he could feel her getting more and more excited. She started kissing him more forcefully, reaching down to pull his sweatshirt up as far as possible, allowing her to kiss his chest and suck at his nipples. His breath was getting a little ragged as he continued to stroke her pussy, and he felt the blood pumping through his cock again. He whispered to her, ”They won’t wait much longer …. Go on, I’m ready for you!” She lifted her head and looked down at him, her face flushed, but the tears were gone. She moved downwards again, but this time all the way down to straddle Kiefer’s loins. Her eyes found his once more and he nodded, resting his hands gently on her hips. Slowly she lowered herself towards him, her left hand supporting her weight on his hip while the right hand was guiding his cock into her. As he entered her, they both moaned and she closed her eyes for a moment. But when she began moving slowly up and down his cock she lifted her head again, their eyes locking, pretending that there was nothing and no one around them. ”Yeah, man! This is way better than a fuckin’ video!” came the cry from behind. ”Live and in colour!! And your sister is the best fuckin’ cunt around, Enrique! Let’s get closer to the action! I can’t see the details from here!!” Pete’s voice brought Kiefer back to reality, and as he lifted his head a fraction he saw the three younger men closing in on them. Quickly he caught Angelina by the nape of her neck, drawing her close to his face. ”They’re getting over here! Take my balls in your hand and stroke them, it’ll help me stay hard enough. I’ll try to help you, too,” he whispered. ”And keep your eyes closed!” He let go of her head again just as Pete and Enrique came up to them. Johnny came limping behind them because of his injured knee. Kiefer could see Pete rubbing his crotch area through his jeans, and he quickly squeezed his eyes shut again. He couldn’t avoid hearing them moving around them, though. ”How do you like seeing your sister’s cunt being poled?” he heard Pete sneer right above his head. A grunt from behind Angelina’s back told him that Enrique had taken position there. He could feel the young man’s foot touching his own leg, and his instincts yelled at him to kick until the leg broke! ”Why don’t we have some fun, too? Might as well jack off all over them! Just to be sure somebody’s gettin’ off! Bet that mother-fucker can’t keep it up long enough to finish the job!!” Pete growled. A few seconds, and Kiefer and Angelina heard zippers being opened. They didn’t need to open their eyes to know what was going on around them …. Angelina had stopped moving as the young men came to stand around them, and Kiefer realised from the slight trembling of her body that she had started crying again. Carefully he reached for her, one hand stroking her lover back and buttocks while the other caressed her stomach, gradually making his way over her pubic thatch towards her pussy. At the same time he began moving very carefully in and out of her, pushing up against her and putting a light pressure on her buttocks to make her meet him. She lifted herself up slowly and sank down again over his cock, picking up his rhythm. Her right hand sneaked behind her to cradle his balls, stroking the soft skin and squeezing them gently in time with the movement of their bodies against each other. As Kiefer’s fingers were rubbing at her clit while his other hand moved from her back to caress her breasts, Angelina was shocked to find that although she was frightened beyond words, her body seemed to live a life of it’s own. Her heart was pounding and the blood was pulsing through her body, her pussy getting hotter and more wet by the minute. She couldn’t help letting out a soft moan of pleasure, but immediately she felt her brother’s hand grabbing her by the hair, yanking her head backwards. ”Hey, you fuckin’ whore! Nobody told you to enjoy this! Just ride that fuckin’ wimp until we tell you to stop!” He pushed her forward so hard that she fell onto Kiefer’s chest. She didn’t move back up into an upright position, just buried her face in his soft chest hair and lifted her hands to clutch at his shoulders as she sobbed. She heard him whisper, ”Come on, Angelina. You can do this! It won’t be long now, and I promise you that I won’t let them hurt you!” She didn’t believe him, but still his words comforted her and gave her the strength to get back up into a sitting position. As she raised herself again she opened her eyes a fraction. What she saw made her skin crawl. Pete stood with his legs slightly bent, straddling Kiefer’s face, his cock in his hand. His face was contorted with hatred as his hand pumped up and down his cock furiously. Clearly he wasn’t pleased with the way things were going. He had never been able to make Angelina moan or show any other sign of pleasure, when he was fucking her! Just as she was about to close her eyes again to avoid the frightening sight, she felt warm liquid hit her between the shoulder-blades. For a moment she was confused, but when she heard her brother’s groan behind her, she realised that he had cum and was spraying his load over her back. She sat there totally paralysed. This had to be a bad dream and in a moment she would wake up, realising that none of this had ever happened. And never would! But at the same time she saw Pete’s face contract in an ugly imitation of a grin, and seconds later he was shooting his sperm all over Kiefer’s upper body. At the same time he stared down at her, howling, ”See this, bitch! Now you know who to come to if you want your cunt filled!!” And then he didn’t say any more. The moment Kiefer felt the hot cum on his skin, he lost all control and just slammed his fist upwards. It connected with Pete’s still engorged cock, and the young man yelled as if he’d been stabbed in the heart. Within seconds Angelina was lying on the ground as Kiefer scrambled to his feet, turning towards Enrique and aiming a devastating blow to his abdomen. As the young man crumbled on the ground, clutching his stomach, Kiefer screamed at him, ”You monster! How could you do this! She’s your sister!!” Enrique had no time to answer, even if he had been able to do so, because just at that moment Pete grabbed Kiefer from behind, pressing his left arm around his throat in a effort to choke him. Kiefer slammed his elbow into the other man’s midriff, making him loose his breath and letting go of his victim. Enrique had gotten to his feet and hobbled towards the street and the abandoned car, picking Johnny up on the way. Just get going as fast as possible! Angelina didn’t even notice her brother’s exit. She sat on the ground, staring at the absurd scene in front of her. If it hadn’t been deadly serious, she’d been tempted to laugh. The sight of the two men was almost grotesque. One of them young and tall, slim, with a switchblade in his hand and his cock hanging out of his jeans. The other man older, shorter, but powerfully built, half-naked and armed with nothing but his fists and the rage that seemed to be steaming from him like hot vapour. Pete and Kiefer circled each other for a while, trying to find a weakness in the other man’s defences. But finally Pete made a lunge forward, slashing out with his knife towards Kiefer’s chest. Kiefer moved quickly enough to get out of the way of the deadly attack, but still the knife found a target. Slashing a four inch wound in his rib cage through his sweatshirt, which immediately went dark with the blood seeping out. He gasped, bending forward for a moment, but before he had time to get up again to continue the fight, Pete had left him. Running towards the street, following his friends, he bent down as he passed Angelina. ”So you liked him better than me, you fuckin’ cunt! Well, I’d better make sure you’re big enough for him!” and his knife hand slashed down towards her sex. Just a few seconds more and he would have turned her genitals into a bloody mess, but he was knocked forwards as Kiefer came flying at him from behind, sending him face first towards the nearest tree. The knife only made a superficial scratch on Angelina’s inner thigh, but she still cried out in shock. Pete looked back quickly, and then he headed at a dead run for the street and the car waiting there. He jumped into the car and it disappeared down the street at top speed. Angelina lay on the ground between the trees, huddled up in a foetal position, sobbing helplessly. She jumped as she felt hands touch her, but they were gentle and softly stroking her back. She heard Kiefer’s low voice, ”Please, Angelina! Get up and let me look at your wound. Don’t be afraid, they’ve left!” She opened her eyes and met his concerned look as he was bending over her. Slowly she got into a sitting position, still sniffling and shaking with fear. But then she looked closer at him, seeing the growing spot of blood on his sweatshirt. ”Oh, my God! Kiefer, you’re hurt! You have to get to a hospital!” His hand caressed her cheek. ”It’s all-right, baby. It’s not that bad. A few stitches and I’ll be fine again!” But she reached out and started to pull the sweatshirt over his head. He let her do it, lifting his arms to help her. When she saw the open wound at the side of his chest, she let out a strangled cry. She lifted her shaking hands, carefully touching the wound, trying to judge how deep it was. He was right, thank God, it was superficial and the bleeding was slowly diminishing. Without thinking she bent her head to kiss the naked skin of his chest around the wound. She felt a shiver run through his body, and she continued her kisses over his chest towards his nipples, feeling them grow hard under the touch of her warm lips. She let her hands slide over his shoulders as she kissed her way up his throat. ”I’m so sorry, Kiefer! I just cannot tell you how ashamed I am that Enrique and Pete could do something like that ….” she whispered as she hid her face under his chin, not daring to look at him. His hands held her face firmly as he lifted it to force her to look into his eyes. ”Why are you ashamed?! You didn’t do anything wrong! You’re not responsible for what your brother and your boyfriend were doing!” He kissed her softly on the lips, then wrapped his arms around her and cradled her against his chest, rocking her gently as she cried. At last she had no tears left and she just rested silently, pressing her body against Kiefer’s. He was still hugging her, but his hands started moving slowly up and down her arms in a way that wasn’t just meant to comfort her. His mouth touched hers again, catching her lips and sucking at them as his hands cupped her breasts, caressing them slowly and teasing her nipples. She suddenly became aware that they were both naked and that their bodies were pressed against each other tightly. She gasped and moved away from him. He instantly stopped caressing her and looked at her guiltily. ”Oh, I’m sorry, Angelina! I’m so stupid! To think that you’d want to be touched after this! Please, forgive me!” He started to get to his feet, but she quickly reached up to drag him back to where she was half-lying on the grass. ”No, Kiefer! Don’t leave me! I want to be hold. I need it!” When he hesitantly knelt beside her again she let her hands slide from his shoulders down his chest and stomach, then resting them on his thighs. He looked at her, but finally he moved close to cup her face with his hands, kissing her deeply. They kept kissing for a long time, just enjoying the play of their mouths against each other. Tongues darting back and forth, nibbling at lips and earlobes, kissing cheeks and eyelids, licking up and down throats. Their hands were stroking naked, hot skin, caressing shoulders and backs, fingertips rolling hardening nipples, palms sliding over hips and buttocks until it felt as if their bodies were on fire. Angelina let her hand slide to Kiefer’s crotch, making contact with his cock. It was hard as steel, the blood pulsing through it against her palm. He moved away a little, whispering, ”No, Angelina! You don’t have to do this ….” but at the same time his fingers found her pussy, caressing her wet labiae and circling her swollen clit. ”I want you to make love to me! I need you to do it! Nobody has ever done it before!” she whispered as she let herself slide down to lie on the soft grass, her knees bent and her thighs slightly apart. Kiefer looked at her questioningly for a moment, but then he seemed to understand what she meant and followed her to lie beside her. He bent down to kiss and lick at her legs, starting at the back of her knees and moving slowly upwards. His lips were nibbling at her soft skin. His warm tongue left long, moist tracks along her thighs. When he reached the wound on her inner thigh left by Pete’s knife, he very carefully started licking away the blood there. She winced, but then felt how Kiefer’s soft kisses made the pain go away. His lips and tongue slowly moved further up her thighs and she could feel her pussy pulsing as the blood surged through her lower body, making her labiae swollen and wonderfully sensitive, her juices flowing from her. Her hands came down to grab his head, leading him towards the centre of her lust. His hands pushed her thighs further apart, holding them as he buried his face in her pussy. His tongue lapped at her juices, pressing between her labiae to reach as deeply inside her as possible, and then his mouth was on her throbbing, engorged clit. He licked at it very carefully, slowly. Circling it with the tip of his tongue, spreading her labiae with his fingers so that nothing prevented him from getting to every sensitive spot. Taking her clit between his lips and sucking at it gently, then more forcefully when he heard her moaning and gasping. Angelina’s head was swimming as pulses of pleasure rolled through her body. She had never experienced anything like this! When Pete was fucking her, it was a 5 minutes affair. Him thrusting violently into her, whether she was ready or not, then leaving her again as soon as he’d cum. That had been her perception of sex from the time she was 14 years old, and she had no idea that it could be any different. But now she felt a warm tingling in her pussy, an electric sensation starting at the base of her spine, spreading throughout her body like fire. She groaned and whimpered as she was caught up in the first orgasm of her life, feeling it almost impossible to breathe, her whole body shivering and her thighs cramping around Kiefer’s head as he kept kissing her pulsing pussy. Finally the fire subsided and she was able to breathe deeply, trying to get her pulse to slow down. She let her hands slide through Kiefer’s hair, caressing the nape of his neck as she did it. Slowly he lifted his head to look up at her before he moved up to lie beside her, still stroking his hands over every sensitive part of her body. Angelina was lying with her eyes closed, enjoying the feel of Kiefer’s hands, but then she became aware of the pressure against her thigh. She reached down to take his cock in her hand, gently stroking it and circling the sensitive head. She felt his body jerking and heard him sucking in his breath, but then he whispered to her, ”No, Angelina! You don’t have to! I just wanted you to feel good ….” She giggled a little, still letting her hand slide up and down the thick shaft of his cock. ”I do feel good! Better than I ever have before! But I want to feel more!” She looked at him, seeing the fire burning in his eyes. She kept stroking his cock, spreading her legs wider and using her free arm to draw him closer, trying to get under him. He buried his face in her hair as he whispered, ”Oh, God! I want you so much, but I’m afraid of hurting you!” She didn’t say anything, but her hand reached down to grab his firm ass cheek, squeezing it and then dragging him slowly towards her until he was lying on top of her, his hard cock between her thighs, pressing against her warm pussy. He lifted himself up to rest his forearms on either side of her head, his right hand stroking back the sweat-matted hair from her cheek. Looking down at her, he said in his husky, dark voice, ”Are you sure, Angelina? Do you really want this?!” She just nodded and captured his mouth in yet another deep kiss. Then she lost her breath for a moment as she felt Kiefer’s cock enter her pussy. He wasn’t violent in any way as she would have expected Pete to be. He just pressed slowly into her, until he couldn’t go any further. Waiting for a heartbeat or two, then retracting just as slowly. She felt as if her pussy was burning up and she grabbed his ass cheeks with both hands, forcing him to push into her again, more forcefully this time. Prompted by her actions and the sight of her flushed face, her eyes dark and burning, Kiefer began pushing into her a little faster. With one hand he was still caressing her face, shoulder and breasts, while he supported himself on the other to not crush her under his weight. Her hands remained on his buttocks, pushing down violently now, and she was moving her hips upwards to meet his thrusts. Then lifting her legs to encircle his waist, pressing him towards her. Truth Or Consequences, L.A. He felt how his own orgasm was drawing near, the pressure in his testicles mounting and warmth spreading through his body. He pressed his face against the soft flesh of her shoulder and moaned as his thrusting into her became faster and faster. Each time he pounded into her he could hear her gasp and whimper with pleasure, and her nails raked the skin of his back. ”Oh, God!” she panted. ”Come on! I’m so close! Don’t stop!” She moved her legs from his waist again, pressing her feet to the ground and lifting her body towards him. He moved his hand to her pussy, stroking her clit rapidly as he continued to ram his cock into her. His mouth was on her breast, sucking at her nipple. He felt her hands grabbing his shoulders, her nails breaking the skin as she arched her back, moaning and panting when another orgasm raced through her body. As Kiefer felt her violent contractions and her body trashing around under him, he wasn’t able to hold back anymore. His arms went around her waist, pressing her against him as his balls spasmed, his cock jerked and his cum spouted out inside her. He groaned, moving slowly in and out of her until every drop had left him. He lifted his head to look at her face. Her eyes were closed and her mouth half-opened as she lay panting. He kissed her, sucking her lower lip into his mouth, and she opened her eyes to look at him. She lifted her hand to stroke his cheek, letting her fingers run gently over his lips and then down his throat to his sweaty chest, feeling his heart pounding rapidly against her palm. Slowly he retracted himself from her and rolled over to lie beside her, but their hands kept softly stroking and caressing. Angelina moved slightly to rest her head on Kiefer’s chest, sighing deeply. ”What am I to do?! I can’t go back home, and I don’t dare go to Pete …. He’d kill me, if he found out what I’ve been doing!” Tears started rolling down her cheeks again. Kiefer enfolded her against his chest, hugging her tightly. ”You’re not going back to them! Tonight you’ll stay with me, and tomorrow we’ll start figuring out how you can start anew without them! There has to be a way!” His hands stroked her hair and she hugged him as hard as she could, hiding her head against his shoulder. Suddenly they both jumped as a furry cannonball came trashing through the bushes to land on top of them. ”Molly!” Kiefer laughed. ”Oh, thank God they didn’t harm you! Have you been as afraid as we were? Huh?!” He sat up and cradled the dog in his arms. ”It’s OK, girl. Daddy’s here!” Molly danced around them, dragging the gnawed-through leash behind her. ”Come on, girl! Help daddy find our clothes!” Kiefer got to his feet, leading the way towards the spot where their clothes lay spread out on the ground. Molly grabbed Angelina’s panties and came bouncing back with them in her mouth, tail wagging and ears flying. Angelina took the panties from the overjoyed dog, stroking the furry head in thanks, and glanced towards Kiefer, who was putting on his sweatpants. Maybe it would all work out OK after all?