My old school chum Larry lives in the dirtiest house I ever saw. He never cleans it, and doesn't often clean himself either. It's a wonder there aren't rats running about the place. He was given the house when his grandpa died, but straightaway Larry turned it into a party palace for everybody and anybody. The parties were mostly a group of drunken guys hanging out together and not doing much else, but one particular party stands out as something pretty special. It was the night we raped and tortured Karen Kretzmer.
It started on the evening of Larry's twentieth birthday when he decided to throw a party, but nobody turned up except Karen and me. She was a wild kid of eighteen who got expelled from our high school for taking drugs. After that she got hooked on cocaine, before graduating to heroin. By the time she turned seventeen her life was a mess and she got turned out of her parents' house. She sold herself downtown every night but never had enough money to feed her habit, so she stole purses and landed in jail. There she got put through some kind of detox and came out looking more like her old self. Her long blonde hair was clean and her lovely sweet face lost that zombie pallor.
For a while she seemed to pick up her life and even got engaged to a guy who wore a suit, but then she started taking heroin again and soon spiralled back down into the gutter. Larry always felt sorry for her and had a massive crush on her, even when she became a hollow-eyed ghost. He reckoned he could turn her life around, if only she'd be his girlfriend. Poor Larry had never had a girlfriend and was regarded by most females as a weirdo. He was a big overweight loser who generally got laughed at wherever he went. Even Karen sniggered about him behind his back, and poor Larry knew it. I was a sort of friend to him, and he confided in me that he was still a virgin.
So there we were on his twentieth birthday, just the three of us, sitting on an old sofa in Larry's house, watching TV and drinking beer. Karen looked really sexy in tight jeans and a skinny black T-shirt, but her skin was very pale and she had dark circles around her eyes. Larry had bought her the clothes that same day, having found her crawling along a ditch on the edge of town. He took her back to his house and told her to take a bath, wishing he'd drilled a hole in the door so he could spy on her. I had the hots for her too, especially that night, mainly because I'd recently been dumped by my girl and I was desperate for a fuck. I spent most of the evening staring at Karen's bra-less tits, wondering if she'd trip out on heroin so that I could lift up her T-shirt and give those cute orbs a squeeze.
By ten o'clock we were all pretty drunk and before I knew it I fell asleep. How long I dozed I can't say but I woke around midnight and found myself alone on the dirty sofa. I heard a kind of muffled yell from upstairs and went to investigate. When I reached Larry's bedroom I just froze and stared.
I couldn't believe what I saw. Larry was standing naked at the foot of his tattered king-size bed, a massive erection poking out from below his fat belly. Karen lay stretched out on the bed, on her back, her wrists and ankles tied with rope to the four corners and a cloth stuffed into her mouth. She too was naked, and her washed-out blue eyes looked really scared. At first I laughed, thinking it was a game. But something in Larry's expression told me that this was no joke at all, and only then did I see the glowing cigarette in his hand. So what? you might ask, but Larry doesn’t smoke and he hates the taste of nicotine.
I said something like: Shit, man! What the fuck are you doing? But Larry just grinned and told me to shut the door. I did as he asked, but I guess part of me wishes now that I hadn't. Hell, I was so drunk I couldn't think straight. As I closed the door I realised that my cock was bulging in my jeans. Larry noticed it and invited me to join his birthday party.
“Why the hell am I doing this?” I asked, grinning as I took off my clothes.
“It's OK”, said Larry. He was right. Of course it was OK. The house stood all alone in a field and was two miles out of town.
“Cool it, man!” I yelled. “Don't do anything stupid with that cigarette.”
But it was too late, and the whole thing just blew out of control. Larry got on the bed and lay next to Karen. I got on the other side.
“Oh man, she's so fucking sexy!” I said, and I ran my hand over her tits. They were white as snow and as firm as peaches, almost as if she'd had implants, but I knew they were real. Her eyes were saucer-wide when she turned her head to stare at me, a muffled noise coming through the gag but fuck knows what she was trying to say. When tears started tumbling down her pale face I felt sorry for her, but things had already gone one step beyond and there was no going back. Larry told me she rejected him again, after I fell asleep, and that now he was going to punish her.
“Why not just fuck her and let her go?” I suggested.
But Larry shook his big fat head and said she needed to be taught a lesson. I didn't know it then but he was already secretly planning to keep her in the house as his sex slave. All I wanted to do was give her a good fucking and get out of there. I figured she would never call the cops because they all knew she was a drug-crazed hooker. They would have laughed at her if she cried rape.
After squeezing her tits for a while I moved my hand down to her cunt and stroked the blonde hairs around her slit. Karen tried to struggle but the ropes were so tight that all she could do was squirm her slim body in a sexy kind of way. My cock got so hard when I saw her wriggle, especially when her back arched up from the bed after I put two fingers inside her tight slit. I expected a hooker's cunt to be loose after taking a dozen hard cocks every night but maybe some girls are just naturally tight. Anyway, it felt good, and I asked Larry to hurry up and fuck her.
But he had other ideas. His hand came up to her tits but it was the one that held the cigarette. I watched in amazement as he pressed the glowing tip against her left breast, just below the pink nipple. Karen screamed a muffled yell into the gag and tried to squirm away from the pain, but Larry just pressed harder. When he withdrew the cigarette his eyes widened in delight as a circle of burned flesh reddened on her skin. Karen lay writhing on the bed, whimpering into the gag, her blonde hair thrashing from side to side. Maybe the beer had whacked my brain but, boy, was I turned on when I saw her wounded titty. A weird tingle ran through my cock and I pressed the hard shaft against her quivering thigh.
Larry burned her right breast in the same way, and again she tried to scream. I reckon she felt the pain quite bad, even though she was as full of beer as Larry and me. A third touch of the cigarette seared a crimson blotch on her flat belly, about midway between her crotch and her bellybutton. Then Larry dragged the smoking tip through her pubic hair, making the blonde bristles sizzle.
“Shit, this is amazing!” I hollered, and at the time I truly meant it. Larry grinned and handed me the cigarette.
“Burn her nipples!” he said.
I inhaled on the cigarette to restore its glow, blowing the smoke out of my nose. Then I pressed it on the pink aureole of Karen’s right nipple, a millimeter below the teat. The pain sent Karen into a writhing frenzy, but all she could do was twitch and stretch because the ropes still held her taut. Loud muffled noises gargled in her throat and without the gag I reckon she would have screamed the roof down.
I burned the other nipple and watched the sensitive flesh redden around the teat. Ash crumbled onto Karen’s trembling breast when Larry snatched the cigarette out of my hand. Grinning and chuckling, he hauled his fat body down the bed and leaned over her crotch.
“Hey, big man!” I said. “Don't you burn that sweet slit before I dip my cock in it.”
“OK”, Larry replied. “But you better be quick”.
I got on top of Karen and fucked her nice and slow, feeling her tight cunt gripping my cock as I thrusted in and out. I kissed her face and neck, licked her ears, stroked her blonde hair. My body pressed down on her tits, making her burned nipples even more painful. She began to weep, sobbing into the gag and moaning helplessly. I swear it was the best fuck I ever had and when I shot my jizz inside her I shouted at the top of my voice. If we weren't so far out of town I reckon the cops would have come to investigate my big yell.
I rolled off Karen and saw that she was still crying. Her eyes were tightly closed but teardrops dripped from her long eyelashes. By then I guess she feared we were going to kill her. Larry knelt on the bed near Karen’s thigh and started masturbating, rubbing his huge virgin cock furiously.
“Come on, Larry!” I said. “Don't you want to fuck the bitch?”
He nodded, but said he would fuck her after he used the cigarette on her clit. “Make sure the gag is real tight!” he added with a sly grin.
I tested the gag and shoved it further inside Karen's mouth. Her eyes gave me a strange look that made me turn away, and I sat up to get a better view of the action. Larry's chubby fingers held apart her cunt lips while he prodded the cigarette into the slit. I guess he had never seen a clitoris before so I helped him out by telling him to look for something that looked like a little pink bud. Larry chuckled when he found it, saying he thought it would be bigger.
Shit! I said, repeating it over and over as I watched him press the glowing cigarette onto Karen's clitty. Her body went as stiff as wire and her spine bucked up from the bed in a curving arc. A noise like gurgling came through the gag and I saw her eyes bulging in their sockets.
“Fantastic!” Larry hissed, feeling very pleased with his handiwork. I stared at Karen’s wounded cunt, my cock stiffening again as I rubbed the shaft slowly in my hand.
I watched as Larry continued to stub the cigarette on the flesh just below Karen’s clit, using her cunt like an ashtray. A sizzling noise came from the slit and again her spine bucked upward, her breasts thrusting high towards the ceiling, her slim pale body forming a perfect arch. Larry threw away the cigarette and heaved his fat body on top of her, squashing her down on the bed. She squirmed in pain, but Larry just laughed and eased his rock-hard cock deep inside her cunt.
The agony of being fucked in her burned slit was too much for Karen and she passed out, her eyes closing and her body turning limp. Like a slavering dog, Larry licked her face all over, his eyes wild with glee as he savored his first ever fuck. It didn’t bother him that he was losing his virginity to an unconscious girl.
He ejaculated after a dozen deep thrusts and rolled aside with a big satisfied smile beaming across his chubby face. I was ready for another fuck, so I crawled on top of Karen and pushed my aching cock inside her slick cunt, feeling Larry’s semen swilling around my spike as I drove into the warm flesh. I raped her a second time, relishing the sensation of each slow thrust, holding back my orgasm until the last moment. My hands were squeezing her firm breasts as I spurted my juice into her body and, like Larry, I was smiling when my climax ended. I lay on top of Karen for a while, kissing her mouth tenderly, admiring her loveliness and hoping she might open her eyes.
“Let’s go downstairs”, said Larry. “I need a beer”.
So we staggered down to the lounge, both of us still naked, and sat around for an hour drinking beer. We discussed what should be done with Karen, and whether she might go straight to the cops. The risk was small, but we needed to play the whole thing very carefully, so in the end we decided to keep her at Larry’s house for a while. Larry admitted that he was intending to kidnap her anyway, whether I agreed to it or not.
“I’ll put her in the cellar”, said Larry. That seemed a good plan, and it would mean we could fuck her whenever we liked, until we figured out a better solution to the problem. We drank some more beer, then went back upstairs, our cocks already half-erect and ready for another bout of sexy fun.
Karen was wide awake, her eyes staring at us when we walked into the room. Spreadeagled naked on the bed she looked helpless and vulnerable and totally gorgeous.
“Light up another cigarette”, said Larry.
THE END
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