Immoral people capitalizing on the innocence of others to attain their goals-a story as old as man. The Bible, history books, law books-all contain examples.
And when the innocent victim is young, the story is so much the sadder . . .
Janet Baker, a single, attractive young heir to a sprawling, rich California estate, is the victim of immoral people. She finds herself caught in a web of depravity and perversion she never dreamed existed. And, after being forced to suffer one humiliation after another at the hands of some ruthless, brutal convicts, she becomes little more than an obedient animal, catering to the whims and fancies of her captors.
SPREAD-EAGLED FARM GIRL-the shocking story of an innocent girl learning the sordid truth about human nature. A story with a lesson for our uncaring society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"You want to fuck bad, don't you?" the six-foot-three, black-haired farm hand muttered under his breath as his bare knee slid onto the bed. He chuckled as he reached down and slid his fingers under the elastic waistband of her sheer white panties.
"I.. . " Janet Baker stopped then bit her Up. The tall brunette decided to lay quietly, enjoying the sensation of the bed linen feeling like hundreds of feathers stroking her. She rocked her firm buttocks first to the left, then to the right as Chuck Granger steadily pulled the damp briefs down over her creamy thighs to her ankles. Janet inhaled sharply when she felt the cool air in the bedroom contact her hot puffy labia.
"Forget the talk, babe. I can see how hot you are," Chuck said, dropping her wrinkled parities to the floor next to her bra and dress. Janet sighed happily, reaching down and running her slender fingers lightly over her inner thighs. She loved the tickling, hot flash-like sensations that movement always produced. "I'll do that," the big farm hand said, moving his hand over her furry mound, then lowering it with maddening slowness.
Touch me! she screamed to herself as she watched that huge, calloused hand descend toward her quivering pussylips. She wanted to order Chuck to fuck her brains out. But he wasn't like the other twenty hands on her farm. Chuck was an independent man, one who preferred to give orders rather than take them. What was frustrating was that he was usually right.
"I want to fuck," Janet moaned, hating herself for admitting it. Almost immediately the brunette felt Chuck's fingers brushing her pussy curls. She felt her belly quiver uncontrollably with spasms of delight. The wiry pubic curls were pulled back and forth by Chuck's roving hand. That light tickling was producing cuntal ripples more powerfully than a sharp direct palm contact would. Janet closed her eyes and rolled her head to the side, ashamed of the lustful emotion she knew was showing on her face. She thought she could be the sophisticate and act a little more worldly in the sack. Here she was acting like the teenaged virgin hot to trot. "Mmmmmmm," the woman groaned through her tightly clenched teeth, bending her knees and spreading her thighs as Chuck lowered the heel of his palm gently to the bottom junction of her pussylips. That subtle pressure made Janet's stiffened clit throb.
"Take a good look at this mother, honey. It's gonna split through those snatch-lips of yours pretty fuckin' soon," Chuck rasped.
Janet loved the powerful, obscene language Chuck was using. She was feeling waves of hot, mind-crushing sensuality wash over her writhing naked body. Towering above her was the muscular, sweating bulk of Chuck Granger. It all blended into a feeling of wanting to be degraded. She opened her eyes and took another good look at the big man's cock jerking above her flat belly. Janet's heart pounded wildly as she saw the thick, flanged tip pulsating with desire. A tiny drop of jizz dangled from the slit at the end as the thick, blue rope-like veins wrapped around the shaft throbbed in time to Chuck's rapid pulse. Janet remembered how many times she saw the big man working near the house and how many times she speculated as to how hung he was. Never in her wildest daydreams did she believe she'd find out.
"God, please," Janet cried, wrinkling her forehead with desire as she rubbed her fingers more anxiously along the flushed sides of her pussylips. Janet's large, rounded titties jiggled with her rapid rubbing movements as they glistened with sweat under the late afternoon sun. Her nipples poked invitingly into the air.
To tease her more, Chuck grabbed the red/purplish head of his dick, gleaming with pre-cum juice, and whacked it fast between his thumb and forefinger. He moaned as he felt his nuts rising up and pressing against the big fat root of his dick.
Janet's eyes widened as she watched the big man's prick swell with that sudden stimulation. She dug her thumbnail into her clit while the rest of her fingers feathered teasingly along the quivering edges of her outer cuntlips. Hot fuck oil frothed out from the dark slit between her labia, oozing over her fingers and onto her wrist as the big-titted brunette worked herself up to a big orgasm. It would be the first in a long, long time.
"Now," Chuck said simply. But Janet knew what he meant. She couldn't believe this was finally happening. After all these months, finally....
The brunette pushed out her arms and pulled up her knees as Chuck moved quickly in between her thighs. His fat, eight-inch long dick poked out of his hairy groin and pointed at her snatch. She flattened her asscheeks against the sweat-stained mattress and tilted her pussy up as Chuck rocked forward and down.
"Yes, yes, yes," Janet moaned as she felt his hot muscular weight pressing down on her. She moved her hands around his broad sides and locked her fingers around his neck. She clung to him, feeling her long, hard nipples scrape his curly chest hair. His hand slipped under her back and down, pushing further and further until his fingers were caressing the smooth, downy skin of her buttocks. Janet gasped, then dug her head into the soft pillow as she felt his calloused thick fingers running down her right asscrack. He pushed down even further with that probing hand until he was stroking that sensitive area of flesh joining her asshole and pussy. The brunette cried out with delight, half-laughing and half-sobbing with emotion as she rocked her thighs back and forth.
"Ohhh, you feel soft and smooth, baby," Chuck whispered. He nibbled at her lobes, tickling her ear with the tip of his long tongue as he hunched his muscular thighs back and dragged his cock across her pussylips a little. Janet felt her snatch stretch wide as she pushed her legs further apart and forced her fat cuntlips to peel back.
"OHHH! OHHHH!" was all Janet could say. She loved that wiry, half-scratchy touch of his chest hairs on her tits and belly. The tough male texture of his skin aroused not only her nipples, but her pussy as well. She babbled meaningless phrases out and was stopped only when Chuck moved his mouth from her ear to her lips. Janet moaned again in his mouth, spreading her lips and working her mouth against his. She soaked up the bristly feeling of his stiff beard as torrents of hot spittle oozed into her sucking mouth.
Then Janet felt that hot, drooling, bulbous dickhead slip down to the center of her slit and start to push in. She pulled her knees up higher, pushing her legs in and moving them lightly back and forth against Chuck's heaving body. That knob was sliding in. One inch, two inches, three. She rolled her head around on the pillow as she felt her cunt stretching around the huge blood-heavy shaft. It sank lower and lower, greased down by its own leaking cum and her bubbling pussy juice.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Janet cooed as she felt Chuck's fat balls touching the edge of her snatch-lips. The knot of tight wild sensation spun in her belly. Janet rolled her hips uncontrollably as the cock in her pussy seemed to grow with each passing second. Suddenly the bit man seemed to go crazy over her body. His hands were everywhere; squeezing her pussy, trailing over her asshole, kneading her tits. She felt her pussy contract, its muscles snapping shut, squeezing Chuck's cock.
"Gonna shoot," he warned.
Janet's eyelids fluttered open when she heard him. She rolled her hips up, scraping the red tip of her spasming clit harder against his pounding pecker. His hairy balls slapped noisily against her upturned ass. He bounced the moaning brunette up and down with his wild forward thrusts, shoving her thrashing body up toward the banging headboard as the jizz in his swinging nuts packed tighter and tighter into his big rod.
Janet couldn't think any more. Her mind seemed to buzz. The heavy, hairy sweating mass of Chuck's groin slapped against Janet's upturned ass, making her cunt wrench in unbelievably powerful spasms. She dug her fingernails hard into his back, raking the hairy, tough skin with them as she scraped her aching nipples against his chest. She was coming. ,She could smell her hot pussy juice vaporizing under the intense sexual heat searing the two of them as her snatch gripped onto Chuck's stabbing dick. There was a violent shudder. Then Chuck seemed to stiffen. Janet held her breath, suspended in that delicious zone between climaxing and working up to orgasm.
Then it broke loose. Chuck yelled out something, then buried his face in the pillow next to Janet's as his big thighs slammed brutally against her reddened crotch. The brunette heard the pistoning strokes. She could almost see them as flashes of vibrant colors flaming in front of her glazed eyes. A mountain of lust suddenly swelled up in her crotch. Her hips churned, the noisy slurping of her cunt-juice spurting onto the wrinkled, stained sheet filling her ears. Then that mountain in her belly and pussy turned into a volcano, erupting and spurting lava-like sensual explosions as she heard herself scream as if in a distance.
Another monstrous wave swept over her as she bucked viciously under the ramming strokes of Chuck's prick. She felt his cum leaking out of her hot hole and oozing down into her asscrack toward her bunghole. Her fingers pulled the big man down harder against her thrashing body, dragging him even deeper into her cunt. Janet closed her eyes and let the tapering waves of her climax overwhelm her.
"Smooth, baby, smooth. I always knew you'd be good and smooth," Chuck murmured as he rotated his hips gently in small circles. His softening dick churned teasingly around in Janet's slackening cunt, sending a few more ripples of delight through her hole until the brunette dropped her legs in exhaustion and moaned happily. She stroked the back of Chuck's thick neck, drinking in his hot body heat through every opened pore of her body.
"You don't know, you don't know. . . "Janet was going to tell him how much she'd needed a cock in her. It had almost been five months since her last good screwing. She'd never been a promiscuous bitch. But fucking was always a part of her life. Raised on this farm, Janet had always managed to sneak one of the local boys into the barn to give him a piece of ass he'd only dreamed about. Those nights, she thought, squeezing her long, tapered legs against Chuck's hairy thighs and rubbing her smooth skin against his body hair. All that loose hay and scratchy stubble would work into her asshole and cunt while a bug-eyed farm boy would sling his young dick-meat into her tight cunt-hole.
Then Janet got restless for the city and left the farm for San Francisco. She did the usual thing young people did in the late sixties-dropping out, dropping acid, smoking pot, attending orgies in North Beach. Somewhere in all that Janet managed to pick up a degree in art history at San Francisco State and even get a job at a junior college in
Walnut Creek across the bay. Her life gradually began to normalize. The orgies stopped; the drug scene disappeared from her life. Soon she was a dedicated young teacher working part-time on her master's.
Just as she seemed to be establishing herself, Janet received word that her father died. Besides the shock of facing death in her immediate family, Janet had the additional problem of what to do with the farm. It was a sprawling thing, blanketing the rolling hills north of San Francisco with acres of grain and pasture land. Her mother having died fifteen years before, Janet was the sole surviving heir to this prosperous land.
Even more disturbing was what the young teacher found when she arrived at the farm. Her father had mentioned his workers once or twice in letters. But Janet never paid too much attention to the business end of his letters. Now she discovered to her dismay that her father had been employing inmates from a near-by minimum security state prison. Besides paying them almost slave wages and thus saving an incredible amount of money, Janet's father enjoyed the idea that he was helping these men.
That was fine for her father. But for Janet, the set-up was unsettling. However liberal the state was in this new program, it still kept the men cooped up at nights without women. When Janet moved to the farm and started managing it, she was aware of the looks she got every time she walked near the men. They resembled hungry wolves looking at their kill before devouring it. She could feel the tension mounting in the air-not only coming from them, but radiating out of her own body as well. The pressures of settling the estate and learning how to run a spread as large as her father's was exacting, leaving no time for Janet to enjoy herself.
Just about when she was at the breaking point of emotional and sexual frustration, Chuck Granger walked into her life. He'd responded to an ad she'd placed in a trade journal advertising for a good foreman. She felt herself losing control over the men. They talked back to her, sneered, even made occasional obscene remarks and suggestions. What terrified the brunette was that she was listening to them more seriously. Janet realized she couldn't lose control of the situation. She'd be lost if she did. Chuck came in and turned things around completely, not only for the inmates who worked the fields and machinery, but for Janet as well.
"You've been wan tin' somethin' like this for a long time. I know. I can smell it. All those men out there can smell it. That's why you'd better be pretty damned careful around here when you're alone," Chuck said as he pushed himself up and stroked her tit with his big fingers. "Those men out there just have themselves to play with."
"But they're at a minimum security . . . " Janet started to say.
"I don't give a fuck what the state calls it," Chuck said grimly. "That place is almost as bad as the federal pen-worse, 'cause they don't have the guards and guns to stop those guys. I hear talk around here. These men look at you and all they see is pussy-free pussy."
Janet felt her body shudder as she thought of that wild, hungry look she'd always noticed in the man. Chuck, she knew, was right.
"I don't like leavin' you alone whenever I go to town for supplies," Chuck said, rolling slowly away from Janet and throwing his big, hairy legs over the edge of her bed. This was one of the evenings when he had to run into town to check on an order for a special fertilizer Janet had made a month ago.
"Don't worry. I lock the doors and I've got a gun," she said softly, feeling touched by Chuck's rough protectiveness.
"Just watch it," he said, bending down and picking up his white cotton jockeys. "These guys are close to the bustin' point. It won't take much to set them off. Especially that guy Jack Frazer. He's the leader of the pack in prison and out here," Chuck said, sliding his shorts up to his thighs and flopping his dick into the crotch pocket. "When these guys cut loose, it's gonna be like watchin' an overfilled dam collapsing."
Janet pulled the top sheet over her naked body and smiled at Chuck as he dressed quickly. She appreciated his concern. But the brunette felt confident she could control the situation.
"Damn! this floor's cold," Chuck said, hopping to the bed and sitting down roughly as he started to pull on his socks.
"Daddy was never one for frills," Janet said with a depressing sigh. She'd been so busy running the farm she hadn't a chance to fix up the house. Her bedroom was her father's; one single bed with an iron-barred bed board, a green metal clothes locker, all sitting on a cold, green-tiled floor.
"I'm off. I'll be back in a couple of hours. Then I'll show you what real fuckin' is," Chuck said, buttoning up his Levi's and flashing her a broad smile before he ducked out of the bedroom.
Janet giggled as she heard the front door close loudly. The heavy crunch of Chuck's boots against the loose gravel drive surrounding the one-story farmhouse sent chills up and down her spine. The brunette squirmed down under the covers and pulled them up to her chin, closing her eyes and thinking of that fucking she'd just received. Her skin still tingled from the rough sanding of the big worker's hairy skin. She could still feel his fat dick scraping the sensitive, slick walls of her pussy as it swelled up and spat out its load of jizz.
Sighing happily, Janet closed her eyes and started to sink into unconsciousness as the sun sank below the horizon.
"Chuck," she murmured to herself as blackness settled over her mind and she fell asleep.
* * *
The brunette had no idea how long she'd been asleep when she woke up suddenly.
"Who's there?" she asked sleepily as she found herself listening intently. Janet opened her eyes and pulled herself up on the tiny bed. She could barely make out the outline of the large clothes locker opposite her bed. A soft, pale light from the half moon outside fell from the high narrow window to the right, illuminating her room with a ghostly glow. Everything seemed quiet. But something told the woman there was something wrong-terribly wrong-in there.
"Who's there?" she asked nervously, raising her hand up to her throat protectively. She thought she could hear soft, steady breathing sounds sifting through the thick night air surrounding her.
Janet slid down the bed. squatting tensely on the edge. Her firm ass pressed down on the soft mattress as she scanned the room for signs of movement. The opposite end of her room was completely in darkness. Janet laughed nervously as she peered into that soft blackness, wondering if anything was lurking there just waiting to leap out and destroy her.
Silly, the brunette thought, dismissing her fears as foolish. Suddenly Janet heard a distinct, soft scraping sound coming from the other end of the room. She felt her face flush hot and perspiration trickle down her forehead as she now made out an apparently shapeless form floating out of the darkness toward her. The breathing sounds she'd made out before roared in her ears now and sounded thick and heavy.
"Oh, God!" she gasped, sliding her ass backward on the bed toward the iron headboard and tucking her legs protectively under her thighs as the shape moved closer to the bed. Janet tilted her head back and whimpered in terror as his head shot into the dim beam of moonlight. The let out a gasp of horror as she saw two glistening eyes peering out from behind a ski mask.
"Bitch," she heard him murmur as he reached out and grabbed her tightly by the throat with his right hand. Janet felt his fingers digging into her flesh, his nails slicing into the hot skin as the pressure against her vocal cords and windpipe increased. She tried to scream out for help but could only let out a thin, hissing sound from between her parted lips. She felt her mind spinning from the lack of oxygen as his iron grip increased. A dull ache shot from the base of her neck down to her shoulders as he proceeded to slowly strangle the brunette.
"Please," she pleaded in a tight, hoarse whisper as she raised both hands and tried to claw the killing fingers away. Janet struggled with the powerful man who only laughed at her efforts to save herself. Gradually her desperate struggling grew weaker and weaker. She felt the strength slowly seeping out of her body as she slipped into unconsciousness. Janet was only aware that the man was pushing her down onto the bed while he kept up the pressure on her throat.
Suddenly he released his grip. Janet turned her head and raised her hands to her bruised throat, gasping for air. She coughed and inhaled sharply as she heard him chuckling.
"Little fuck pig. Gotta teach you a good lesson," the man said.
Janet felt a scream building up in her belly. She rolled to one side and slid against the wall, cringing against the cold plaster as she tried to make out who was attacking her. The woman tried to see if he had any of the familiar features of the workers on the farm. But the soft moonlight and her own terror seemed to blur the outlines of the man's physical features. Even his voice seemed unfamiliar, although Janet could tell he was purposely whispering to cover his identity.
"Please let me go," she whined, reaching out to push him to one side. It was useless. He pushed her roughly back down on the bed, then raised his hand and gave her an open-handed slap across the forehead, stunning her into immobility.
"That's only a sample," he said as she reeled back onto the bed. She sat sprawled on the sheets, her long legs dangling over the edge as she felt the man's thick fingers crawl up over her belly toward her tits. Janet shivered with terror and revulsion. While she breathed heavily and whimpered, he just laughed and traced his fingers over her nipples, squeezing them brutally until Janet felt herself growing faint from the pain.
CHAPTER TWO
Janet twisted like a snake in the man's hard grip. He wrapped the top sheet around her wrists tightly, pinning them to her hips while he started sucking at her neck. Janet groaned, her legs hiking up and kicking at the big man's feet while his hot lips slid down her shoulders toward her jutting titties. The brunette moaned again as she felt him sliding his hands down to her waist, his fingers digging greedily into her soft flesh.
"Fuck. I can smell that ol' cunt juice comin' out," he said.
Janet groaned with wounded pride and pain as the unknown man bit hard into her tit flesh. His big, powerful teeth dug in just above the top of her right nipple, making the brunette throw her head back and bang it hard against the wall. Her fingers dug helplessly into the twisted top sheet as the pain ripped through her body.
"NOOOOOO," she screamed.
As if on cue the man pulled back. Janet tensed as she saw that right hand rise again. He smiled, his thick lips protruding from the slit at the bottom of the wool mask. When she lay cringing against the wall again, he advanced. Janet trembled realizing he had the hungry, fixed stare of a sewer rat. Her hands were still tangled in the wrinkled top sheet. Suddenly the brunette felt the man's hands sliding around her waist, roughly kneading her tender skin and pushing her back on the squeaking bed.
As she trembled in terror, the man's lips pulled back across his teeth in a leering, almost insane smile. Janet flattened herself into a tiny ball on the bed. Her hands were finally free and she covered her crotch with them. For a second the brunette had the feeling he was going to lunge forward and rip her to shreds with those powerful, gleaming white teeth.
"Ott, no!" Janet moaned as she saw that hand go up again. It came down so quickly Janet didn't realize what happened until she heard the crack and felt the sharp pain across her cheek.
"OHHHHHH," she cried. The blow's force made her head throb all over again. Her head snapped back, cracking loudly against the wall behind her. Janet groaned again and tried to pull herself up. But the man grabbed her hard by the shoulders, shaking her body violently until her tit slapped loudly against her chest. Janet's head rolled from side to side as she tried desperately to focus her vision and attention on what was happening. She felt him pull her several inches down from the far edge of the bed and thought he was going to fling her to the floor. Instead he shoved her back suddenly, sending her crashing on the mattress with such force her body bounced several times before finally resting quietly.
"Now," he said decisively.
Janet's eyes were accustomed to the dark now. She watched with mingled fascination and horror as the big man slid off the bed and stood spread-legged only inches away from her. She could make out his form now-big-framed, menacing, destructively powerful. His lips twisted again into a smile as he reached down and unbuttoned the fly of his dirty jeans. She could smell something like gasoline now and guessed it came from his soiled Levi's.
He reached the last button then peeled them open. Janet peered closely at his crotch. She could almost feel the sexual heat radiating out of that crotch.
The big man moved slowly back into the dim moonlight, and Janet could at last see what hung between his legs.
"OHHHH," Janet gasped. The man reached down and was stroking his fiery erection, lazily teasing himself as he stared down at Janet's big tits. He moaned softly, his hand sliding up the length of his hard cock shank. He was giving his cock a gentle pressure until the vein traversing the length of that eight-inch shaft rose up and pressed against the hot, tight-fitting dick skin. Even in the dim light Janet could make out a drop of cum clinging to the end of that stiff prick. The big man ran his fingers over that drop, squeezing out another while he slicked down his rod with the seminal lubricant. Filming his cock over with the cum, the big man made it glisten in the moonlight.
"That's gonna stick in you, babe. That's gonna split them cuntlips apart and make you feel like you're gonna bust apart."
She watched silently as he let his jeans fall to his ankles. Janet sobbed and pressed her bare back against the wall, her fists clenched tightly and pressed protectively against her chest. The brunette wasn't a virgin. But Janet had always expected and received gentle, loving treatment from her sex partners. This was the first time she'd ever been brutalized in this humiliating, low way.
Why doesn't he do something? Janet almost screamed to herself. She felt the hot sweat drench her arm pits and furry crotch.
The big man raised one leg, then the other, stepping slowly out of his jeans. Janet moaned softly as she saw the silhouette of his cock sway lazily back and forth with every movement he made.
Then he stepped closer, his fat cock swaying back and forth as he reached up and quickly unbuttoned his flannel shirt. Shrugging it off, the man stood towering above her, naked except for that grotesque ski mask covering his face.
Janet felt her tits swell with excitement as a spasm passed through her body. It slammed through her cunt, making her clit tingle with a strange, sharp kind of excitement. It was a different kind from what she felt with Chuck. As her pussy juice gushed out from between her cuntlips Janet realized the man was right when he mocked her about her snatch. As much as she hated to admit it, the brunette knew he was right when he joked about her wanting his dick. It was craving that both startled and excited Janet.
Suddenly the man's hand came down, his fingers wrapping around her long brown hair. Slowly he backed up, pulling forward and forcing her to rise to her feet. She screamed out loud, then felt his free hand slap hard against her open mouth and prevent her from making a sound louder than a muffled groan. Her eyelids quivered as he dragged her to the center of the room. The big man let go of Janet's hair when he had her positioned. The brunette groaned with relief and swayed backward as he pawed her big tits.
"Oh, God!" Janet moaned as the big man dropped to his knees and thrust his face against her white jugs. His teeth tore at her nipples while his powerful fingers dug into the flesh of her buttocks. Janet wanted to scream out loud. But she remembered the slaps she'd received when she tried to escape or cry out for help. No one could hear her.
"Ummmm," he groaned, digging his fingers harder into her bruised flesh. Janet tried to keep her balance, gritting her teeth together and throwing her head back in horror as she felt those teeth gnawing into her tender nipples. The cords in her neck stood out as she felt the man's fingers sliding up to her belly, then trailing down the hot skin to the first line of pussy hairs outlining the top of her cuntal mound. With his right hand the man was slipping around to her ass. Then he pushed to the center of her firm buttocks, trailing his fingers down her narrow asscrack, pushing them down toward her puckered bunghole while he continued chewing at her stiffened nipples.
"Don't," Janet cried out helplessly as she felt him kneading her butt-cheeks roughly, sliding his fingers closer and closer toward her shitter. At the same time he slid his face down to her crotch, pressing his nose into the damp, dark slit between her labia inhaling the pungent odor of her pussy juice. Janet twisted helplessly as she felt her cunt spasm deliciously from the pressure against her snatch. He was shoving his nose into her pussy, burrowing it into her snatch and moaning at the same time. The brunette's clit throbbed gently as she felt the top of his nose brush and scrape against the edge of her fully erect clit-shaft.
Then he pulled away suddenly and rose to his feet, holding her right wrist with one hand while he jammed his palm between her legs. He forced her thighs wider apart, cupping her crotch with his palm. He squeezed gently, increasing the pressure slowly and steadily. Janet threw back her head, moaning louder and louder as she felt her cunt spasm under, that grip. She hunched forward, willingly impaling her cunt on his right thumb.
"Hot to trot, slut?" he asked in a husky whisper. Janet could only moan out an incoherent answer.
He pulled his hand around to the side and stroked her hot, sweaty thighs. The brunette sighed with relief as she felt those motions unsticking her cuntlips, letting in some cool air into her exposed pussy. She swayed, then cried out as he threw her back. This time Janet didn't feel the cold, hard floor slapping against her buttocks. She squeezed her thighs together, feeling the sexual electricity in her slit. Her tit swayed and jiggled from the impact of the landing, the violent movement of her jugs sending strange tight pleasurable sensations to her nipples and twat.
"Swing on that dick," the big man said, moving quickly up to her and reaching down. Janet groaned helplessly as she felt the fingers of his right hand slip through her long brown hair, then close tightly around several strands. He yanked up and forward, dragging her head painfully forward until her face crashed against his hairy, hot groin!
Janet didn't do anything for several seconds. She could feel the hot, leathery sensation of his heavy, cum-filled balls resting against her cheek. She could feel the jizz churning in those tough, hairy sacs while the big man's cock jerked against her forehead. In some strange way, that position was one of the most comfortable and exciting she'd ever been in.
Then he moved, sliding his hips back and dragging his long cock across her face before its tip finally pushed at Janet's compressed lips. He jerked up on her hair harder, forcing her to open her mouth in pain. With one quick movement he jerked forward, sliding the full length of that thick, eight-inch cock into Janet's mouth.
The brunette tried to pull away. She felt that mass of hot, throbbing flesh pushing all the air out of her mouth and lungs, choking her with its mighty mass while her own spittle trickled down her throat and nearly drowned her. But the big man held on tight, rotating his powerful thighs slightly and churning his prick in her mouth while he kept yanking at her hair.
Janet gagged again as that pulsating dick pushed hard against her tonsils and tried to slip down her throat. Her tongue came out to try to push the invading dick out. But the big man only seemed to enjoy her struggles. His stiff rod slid easily past the tongue and buried itself deep in her mouth with another powerful thrust.
Janet felt her face flush with shame and struggle while her cheeks puffed out from the incredible cock mass rammed inside her. Her nostrils flared and her eyes bulged as the big man started mouth-fucking her. His heavy, hanging balls slapped against the bottom of her chin as his fucking rhythm grew faster and faster. The long, thick groove under his flared cockhead beat against the top of her tongue.
The brunette could taste something warm and salty gradually filling her mouth as she tried to adjust her jaw. The pain at the roots of her hair strangely seemed to die away as she concentrated on the man's ramming cock. She could hear the wet, gurgling sounds she made as that dick slipped in and out between her full red lips.
With every breath she took, Janet could smell the hot, pungent scent of that man's sweat as it trickled down his powerful hairy chest, over his flat heaving belly, and finally down through the thick matting of cock hairs that sanded roughly across her hot, flushed cheeks.
"UNNNNGH!" the man cried, pulling his cock out of Janet's mouth as quickly as he slipped it in. The brunette leaned back, resting her rounded buttocks on the balls of her feet. She turned her head up and watched as the man wrapped his fingers tightly around the throbbing dick-shaft. Janet almost felt a flush of pride as she watched him squeeze that big rod. He was trying to keep from shooting that thickly packed jizz. He was the rapist; and she'd managed to blow his cool.
"Fucking bitch pig! You like to get your mouth full of cock, don't you?" the man said savagely as he finally brought his body under control. Those words, coupled with a definite menacing tone accompanying them, made Janet cringe with horror. She moved her knees backward, sliding toward the bed away from the towering rapist. He looked like some kind of grotesque animal out of Greek mythology. His beautiful body glistened in the dim moonlight while that ugly head peered down at her as if it were going to devour her.
"Oh, God, please, don't. Oh, don't hurt me," Janet whimpered as she sensed something changing in the air. "No, no," she cried in a tiny, tight voice as she tried to stop the chain of lustful thoughts building in her mind. As much as she feared the man, she lusted after his prick.
Suddenly he flung himself down on her belly, crouching down in a squatting position, then rolling forward and sliding on top of her. Janet groaned in terror and desire as she felt herself being pushed back to the cold floor.
The brunette knew she should have been outraged by this attack. She should be fighting with every ounce of strength she had to push the big man off her naked, writhing body. But something deep in her was betraying her. Janet felt a former unknown lust flooding her body with a forbidden warmth that melted every ounce of resistance she could muster. As she felt his stiff, wiry body hairs stab into the pores of her hot, sweaty skin; as she felt his hot dick rubbing desperately up and down the slick, puffy gash between her violated labia; as she felt his balls sliding across the trembling, smooth skin of her inner thighs, Janet knew she was lost. As much as she fought and screamed for him to stop, she was really wanting more of the same.
"Yeah, slut. You want this dick. Shit, you want it so bad you wanna shit on the floor. Well, I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to piss for a week," the man said gruffly in her right ear, opening his mouth and biting down on her fleshy lobe as if to emphasize his point.
Janet groaned with pain, then squeezed her asscheeks together and hunched up. That movement forced her cuntlips to pull apart, peeling back and letting the full length of the man's fat rod slide in partially and rub against that sensitive area of membrane between the outer and inner labia. She groaned again as she felt his fat dick rubbing against her erect clit.
"No," Janet moaned. Tears oozed from under her tightly closed lids. She felt a hard, throbbing pulse leap through her throat. Her jaw tightened and she clenched her teeth as she felt her nipples stretching and stiffening even more against the hot roughness of the rapist's hairy, pressing chest. Spasms of lust ripped through her heaving belly as she felt her stomach churn and turn over with desire. Her cunt trembled and contracted periodically as that fat rod worked its way deeper and deeper into her hole.
"Fuck," he grunted, lifting his hairy, muscular thighs up in the air and dragging his dick across her furry slash. She felt his weight press down until she could feel the hot, spongy mass of his dickhead plowing through the mass of her tangled blonde cunt hair. The cords in her neck stood out as she rolled her head from side to side, groaning softly to herself.
His chest pressed her full titties into two flat fleshy hills as his cockshaft burned through her pussylips. Then it was burrowing deep into her cunt with incredible speed and strength. The force sent shock waves through her pussy, into her tits and belly. It made her head ache and her brain numb with surprise and delight.
Janet tilted her head back and closed her eyes, stretching her mouth open wider and crying out something incoherent, almost primeval, as she felt the big dick slip all the way in her. Her pussy gripped his hot cock-skin like a vise as he lowered his face to her neck and started biting her sensitive skin. His powerful belly slid across hers on a thick layer of sweat. He raised his thighs up, pulling his cock halfway out of Janet's hole. She could feel that pulling sensation turn her pussy into a pulpy, hot throbbing mess of sex-flesh as his cockhead pressed against her inner cuntlips. He slammed into her again, stretching her cunt open again. The continuous, rapid-fire raping was driving her crazy, raising multi-colored lights in her brain and filling her ears with the sounds of thunderous explosions.
"Ugh. Ugh. Ugh," Janet cried with each forward thrust. His thick, hairy legs wrapped around hers, pinning them down to the cold floor as his body ground and slammed mercilessly into hers. She felt her pussylips stretched and pounded flat by the heavy fucking blows. Her shoulders and back ached from the pressure as his fucking became harder and more frenzied. Suddenly she realized her hands were sliding up over his powerful, heaving shoulders and were coupling together behind his back. She was pressing down, pulling him harder onto her hunching, thrashing body as he fucked her mindless.
He was fucking her harder, faster. And as he savagely ripped into her body, Janet felt the scalding pain develop into something stranger and more powerful than that brutal pain in her violated snatch. He panted harder and more unevenly as Janet gripped his dick with her pussy. She felt her muscles tense as her clit throbbed.
They collided over and over, grinding their bodies together in a mindless battle. Janet was crying and whimpering now. But this time her cries were those of greed and hunger, not pain and terror. She held him more tightly than before, digging her sharp fingernails into his tough skin as the first bursts of cum burned into her pussy. Janet cried out as she felt his cock jumping against her sensitive cunt walls. She held on for life as he thrust forward, driving his cock up her slit and spilling his hot jizz into her hole. The brunette wailed and whimpered, raising her buttocks off the floor and grinding her hole against the hairy groin as she tried to come.
"Nooo, NOOOOOOOO!" she cried, jerking her body back and forth crazily. Her cuntal muscles contracted, snapping the long ring of pussy tightly around the man's still squirting dick. Janet's legs jerked up, then in, banging hard against the rapist's sides as she felt one throb, then another rip through her clit. Her juices flowed freely out of her slit, mixing together with the big man's spurting cum. Janet cried meaningless phrases over and over, babbling happily as her orgasm swept over her.
She held on to him tightly even after she felt that last squirt of cum spatter against her pussy walls. As much as he'd humiliated and brutalized her, he'd shown her a sexual plain of delight she'd never dreamed of. Of course she was terrified, wondering what he was going to do to her now. At the same time the brunette found she couldn't let go of his almost overwhelming masculine force on top of her.
"It's all over, slut," he finally grunted out, pushing his body up and dragging his softening dick out of her tight hole.
Janet felt her hair stand on end at the sound of those words. She felt sure he was going to strangle her. The brunette whimpered deep in her throat as she watched him raise his hand high in the air. Then his big palm sliced through the air. She closed her eyes just as it slammed across her right cheek. What followed was merciful darkness.
CHAPTER THREE
Janet didn't say anything about what had happened to her that night to Chuck when he came-back. When she came to, the brunette had to keep telling herself that what had happened was real. She'd been brutally raped by some maniac who nearly killed her. As she crawled off the floor, Janet pushed the tangled mass of hair from her eyes and tried to put everything together. She thought of his voice, his build, his big, fat cock that drove her crazy. Who was he? He resembled Jack Frazer. But Janet couldn't be sure. If she accused him of something like that, it might ruin his chances for parole. Even if they found him innocent, his privileges away from the prison would sharply, if only temporarily, be curtailed. Then he might take out his frustrations on her if he hadn't done so already.
But what if he were the rapist? Janet held her head in her hands and moaned with confusion. Her body hurt; her mind spun around and around as she thought of the degrading experience she'd just undergone. Besides, how could he get out of the compound undetected. It was minimum security. But there were guards surveying the perimeter constantly. If he tried sneaking into her farm, surely he'd be detected.
Janet's train of thought was interrupted by the sound of the pickup truck turning into the drive. She stood up, stumbled toward the bed and pulled the sheets back on before climbing back in. She didn't want to tell Chuck what happened. She'd been raped. She felt angered as well as degraded by her attacker. But at the same time Janet knew she'd been highly excited by the rapist's brutal attitude and actions. The brunette didn't want him returning and confessing to the police about how much she enjoyed the fucking. She'd never be able to hold her head around the farm after word like that got around.
The following day went smoothly for Janet.
None of the workers showed any signs they knew of what happened the night before.
While Chuck was busy checking out the large well pump behind the house, Janet decided to confront Jack Frazer to see if he was the man who attacked her. Even though she was still uncertain as to whether or not report what happened to her, the brunette felt a compelling drive to discover the identity of her rapist. She had to know, even if she didn't tell the authorities.
Asking one of the workers as to Jack's whereabouts, she learned he was in the kennel building, checking out three new German shepherds that had been shipped to the farm several days ago. They were bought by Chuck to be used later for breeding purposes, another one of her father's sidelines.
"Mr. Frazer," Janet said, stepping into the warm, humid building. The smell of stale urine and perspiration shot up her nostrils. She tried not to make a face as she walked up to the muscular inmate who was standing in front of several tall, iron cages. Barking, snarling shepherds pawed at the thick metal bars as she looked down at them. Janet had thought of giving up the breeding idea after she'd sold off the last dog in the kennel. But Chuck had convinced her to keep up the project. It was a money-maker according to him. Possibly so.
But looking down at the dogs snapping at her, Janet wished he hadn't bought them.
"Beautiful, aren't they?" Jack asked, hardly noticing she'd walked in.
Janet turned and stared again at the dogs who were barking and howling in their cages. Physically they were beautiful. But they were acting as if they suffered from rabies.
"Yes, I suppose they are," Janet said, turning away and staring at Jack. She scrutinized his physique carefully, remembering the man who'd raped her the night before. She was almost sure the rapist had a build similar to Jack's. Still, Janet couldn't be sure.
"They'll be damned good for breeding or guarding. I used to breed dogs, Miss Baker, you know that?" Jack Frazer said, turning around and looking hard into Janet's eyes.
The brunette gasped out loud and had to force herself to stay calm. His eyes bored into her head like two laser beams. They had that same intense look her attacker had. Chills rippled over her goosefleshed skin as Janet stammered idiotically in front of him.
"Something the matter?" he asked, a smile snaking across his thick lips.
"N-no," Janet stuttered, turning away from the prisoner and fighting for control.
Jack went back to the dogs, talking to them. Then quickly he raised his foot and kicked the top of one of the cages. Immediately, the imprisoned dog jumped about wildly, banging his furry, muscular body against the iron bars as his powerful, spit-flecked jaw snapped the air, then chewed at the iron bars. His eyes rolled about in his head as he jumped up again and tried to snap at Jack Frazer's kicking leg. Janet wheeled around and saw the inmate's face twisted into a mask of insane delight. It was like looking into the pits of hell.
"Good to get 'em shook up like that. Makes 'em know who's master," he said thickly, obviously forcing himself to be civil with her.
Janet stepped back and stared at the big man. His broad, square shoulders suggested a raw, crushing power-the kind that nearly destroyed her the night before. His thick waist was pure muscle. She could see it rippling even with his clothes on. Jack's large, square jaw; his long, straight Roman nose; his high forehead; his bushy black eyebrows -everything suggested a raw, destructive power about to wash over and ruin anything it came in contact with. The brunette felt threatened and intimidated just standing next to the big man. She felt she had to leave.
"Going so soon, Miss Baker? I thought we could sit around and talk about the dogs or something," Jack said in a sneering tone of voice. Janet blushed hotly, wondering if the remark were completely innocent or a sneering mockery.
"I'm sorry, but I'm busy. Some other time, perhaps," she said over her shoulder as she walked briskly out of the kennel. As she walked toward the farmhouse, Janet thought she could fee Jack Frazer staring at her, his eyes peeling away her clothes as she crossed the wide courtyard.
* * *
"There they go," Janet said softly as she peered out the living room window and watched the inmates climb into the personnel truck. Every evening at seven the truck came from the prison to take the workers back to the compound. The brunette sighed with relief, pulling the drapes shut and sliding off the couch.
"You seem a little up-tight," Chuck said, looking up from the desk where he'd been working on the books for the past two hours. Janet had an accountant who did the complicated money balancing. But more and more Chuck was taking over the day-to-day financial management. He was slow, mathematics not being one of his better accomplishments. But Janet somehow liked the idea of a man like Chuck taking over the ranch. She found him honest, hard-working, and certainly a comfort in bed.
"I'm beginning to agree with you about the inmates. I guess I'm not as trusting as my father was," Janet said, shrugging her shoulders guiltily as she strolled lazily across the thick living room rug. Chuck put down his pencil and stood upk smiling at Janet. His open face and broad smile suggested not only that he was glad she finally agreed with him about the workers, but also that he had something else on his mind besides farming matters.
"We can talk to the authorities later about changing the arrangement," Chuck said. Janet smiled at his use of the word we. It was almost as if he'd moved lock, stock and barrel into the farm and her life.
"Yes," Janet said absently as she found herself peering deeply into Chuck's blue eyes. She felt the room swaying around her as he moved around the desk and walked forward. Janet felt him slipping his big arms tightly around her waist, drawing her body hard against his while he tilted his handsome face down and pressed Ids thick lips against hers. The brunette swallowed his tongue greedily, pressing her thunderous tits against Chuck's chest as she felt his groin sliding up against her crotch.
She tilted her head back, pulling away from the big man's lips and gasping happily as she felt him nipping her neck gently. He drove his mouth down into the cleavage between her tits, tracing down her jugs with his thick tongue while he fumbled for the zipper of her tight-fitting jeans.
"Yes, yes," Janet cried, twisting her body around in his powerful grip. Chuck had unleashed a fire in her, fed more by the brutal rape. Her mind burned with uncontrollable lust as she felt him peel her clothes off and force her down to the floor. The brunette watched with delighted expectation as Chuck pulled off his shirt and Levi's and knelt down next to her.
"Get on top, baby," Chuck said, lying down and pulling Janet over his thighs. The brunette had never tried this position before. But now Janet was game for anything.
Carefully Janet squatted down, her cuntlips peeling back from the crouching position then slipping tightly around the fat, drooling head of Chuck's upright cock. The two of them closed their eyes and moaned as Chuck's prick eased into her cunt.
"Oh, God, I like this," Janet babbled. It was different being on top like this. At first she made a few awkward movements, not used to what kind of motions would bring the ultimate satisfaction to both her and Chuck. Then in a few minutes Janet saw how she could rock and bob her body so that his cock would pull out of her clinging cunthole while rubbing against her throbbing clit-shaft. Janet shuddered with hot delight as she felt her frothy juices bubble out of her hot tunnel and grease down Chuck's knobby, thick cockshaft.
"Oh-h, baby. You're a real pro," Chuck murmured as he reached up and tweaked her nipples with both hands. He was lying very still, his eyes closing tightly and his jaws set hard as if he were holding something back. Janet closed her eyes and let her cuntal sheath slip down to the fat root of his prick. She didn't want the big man to come yet. She still had some way to go. Yet just thinking about Chuck's roaring cock was pushing her rapidly up to climax.
"AHHHHHH," Janet sighed as she rolled her ass around when she settled all the way down on Chuck. She pushed down and back with all her weight, feeling a delicious pressure deep inside her pussy.
"Oh, baby, take it easy. Don't move around so much or I'm gonna shoot," Chuck warned.
"Oh, God, I can't help it," Janet said, looking down at the beads of sweat popping out on Chuck's forehead. She lowered her face until her big tits tickled across his hairy chest. They kissed again, fighting with their tongues as Janet squeezed her cuntal muscles one more time. Then she lifted her body, rocking forward until the bulging cockhead was inside that powerful ring of muscles surrounding her cuntal opening. Janet made those muscles tighten again. Chuck moaned loudly, arching his back up from the floor. Janet felt a thrill of power surge over her as she squeezed again.
"Touch my balls," Chuck groaned out.
Janet moaned, then reached down and cupped his hot, leathery sacs. She thought she could feel his cum bubbling inside, pushing harder and harder into the tube that ran through the center of his cunt-embedded prick.
"I'm gonna shoot, babe. Oh, fuckin' Jesus, I'm gonna pop!" Chuck said in a strained voice. His eyelids were clamped shut and his ass was pounding the floor, hunching up and driving his dick harder into Janet's gripping pussy.
The brunette matched his upward thrusts with downward ones, slamming her body down and crying out as she felt her titties slapping deliciously against her heaving chest. She couldn't keep her ass still now, riding his jerking rod up and down.
"God, I think I'm coming, too. Oh, God, I know I am!" she said, throwing back her head and shaking it violently from side to side. Her long brown hair whipped across her bare shoulders and flopping tits as sweat burned into her tightly shut eyes. Janet cupped Chuck's balls harder. Suddenly she felt his cock jerking uncontrollably between her clenching cuntlips. She could feel the fat dickhead expanding. Then there was a hot wash of something spattering inside her. Janet leaned forward and jerked her trembling thighs up, sanding her clit-shaft against Chuck's shooting rod. Bending forward, the brunette glued her lips to his as she felt herself coming with the big man. Their strangled cries mixed with the wet sounds of wild fucking as spasm after spasm ripped through Janet's cunt.
* * *
Chuck had driven off an hour earlier to the prison to talk with the authorities. He and Janet had decided to arrange for a gradual end to the inmates working on the farm. Luckily the warden was there when Chuck called.
Janet felt a little guilty about throwing these men off her farm. Yet there was something threatening about them. And there was that brutal rape she'd experienced, something she was determined not to tell Chuck. Although she had no proof, Janet was almost certain one of the prisoners, possibly Jack Frazer, was responsible. In some way he'd managed to get off that security area and break into her home.
Everything considered, Janet decided to strike while the decision was still hot and firm in her mind. Chuck's insistence that the farm was making enough money now to support legitimate workers helped.
Janet thumbed through a magazine a little nervously now, glancing up at the clock and noticing it was seven o'clock. It was already dark outside and Chuck wasn't back yet. Normally being alone didn't bother her. But this decision of hers, coupled with the vivid and humiliating memory of her attack just a few hours ago, made Janet understandably edgy.
Getting up to turn on the television, Janet suddenly heard the German shepherds barking wildly in the kennel.
Somebody's out there, Janet thought, freezing in her tracks. She spun around and ran for the desk, pulling open the center drawer and taking out her father's .38 pistol. She backed away from the door, reaching behind her for the. phone. It might be Chuck, Janet thought suddenly. The dogs barked at anything. He might have pulled up by the barn that was next to the kennel to check out the reaper.
Walking slowly to the door, Janet unbolted the latch and poked her head out in the night air. "Chuck?" she called out.
There was no answer. Janet called out his name again, then noticed a faint glow coming out of the half-opened barn door. The brunette sighed in relief, guessing Chuck had come back and went to the barn first. She laughed at herself for being so nervous, then started walking across the empty yard toward the large red wooden barn.
As she reached the center of the open space, Janet felt something cold, steely, almost inhuman clamp down on her forearm. The gun fell to the ground as she was yanked back and down.
"Oh, no!" Janet cried in horror as she looked up and saw that all-too-familiar rapist's face staring down at her through the ski mask.
"You say one word and I'm gonna break those arms off. You'll be keeping a hospital bed warm for a long, long time," he said, yanking her roughly to her feet.
Janet couldn't say anything, being frightened into silence.
"Inside," he said coldly, shoving her through the cold night air toward the barn.
"OHHHHH," Janet cried as she stumbled into the barn and fought to keep her balance. There was a hurricane lamp sitting on an overturned wooden keg next to the wall. Adjusting her vision to the dim light, Janet saw eight men walking out of the shadows toward her. Some of them wore ski masks like the man behind her to protect their identities. Others wore stockings pulled -tightly over their faces. It was as if she were living through a hellish nightmare as the men stepped closer and closer toward her.
CHAPTER FOUR
"No," Janet protested as she was thrown from man to man. They all formed a tight little circle around her, tossing her from one to the other as if she were a volleyball. The men terrified her. They all laughed and called her obscene names as they pawed her shamelessly, tossing her off to one another brutally. Janet's long hair whipped across her face as she staggered crazily across the bam, whimpering helplessly.
"Stupid bitch," the former rapist said, stepping into that circle and grabbing Janet just as she was being hurled away from one man. He turned her around like a puppet then began stripping her clothes off. She gasped loudly, jerking her hands in front of her in a vain attempt to cover her naked tits and cunt. She felt the eyes of all those perverted men riveting on her pussy and boobs as she watched her former rapist throw the torn clothing over near the door.
Janet shuddered from cold and fear, pressing her arms tightly against her big, hanging tits. She closed her thighs, bending one leg around the other to cover her snatch-lips. Her skin puckered up into gooseflesh as she heard filthy comments about her body being made by all the men.
Janet stood quietly in the middle, closing her eyes and hoping nothing would happen. She knew it was a crazy thought. But she prayed anyway. Opening her eyes, she watched as the men started moving closer toward her. She squeezed her arms in tighter, trying to make herself as small as possible as the human circle tightened itself around the moaning brunette.
Then one of the men made a move. He reached out and laughed, making an obscene remark as he tried to pry her right hand away from her tits. Janet shrank back and gasped, backing away from him and into another man. She wheeled around as she felt a fist plow into her asscheeks. She watched in terror as hands were raised as if to strike a hundred blows across her body.
"Please, don't," Janet pleaded as she dodged one blow and ran back toward the other end of the circle. She felt like a trapped animal, running away from one threat only to throw herself into the arms of another. The men's eyes danced with sadistic pleasure as they watched their prey flutter helplessly in front of them. Her big tits jiggled with the violent movements she made. Her bare asscheeks bounced as she slid on the cold dirt barn floor, ducking and running away from the howling men. How all. this noise could go on undetected was a mystery for Janet as she groaned and cried for help.
"Slut, come here. Hey bitch, bitch, whore," the men cried out alternately. She turned around and around, spinning out of control as she looked wild-eyed for a place to escape. The cold, overwhelming lust coming out of these men almost made her faint with horror.
Then she heard someone walking up quickly behind her. It was the leader of this howling group. He reached up and grabbed several long stocks of her silky brown hair, pulling her backward and down toward the ground. Janet had a feeling she'd be lost utterly if she sank to her knees. Fighting the pain and pressure, Janet gritted her teeth and stood her ground as the men laughed at her efforts.
Still gripping her hair, the man reached around her thighs and rammed two fingers into her twat. The suddenness and violence of the insertion made Janet gasp out a groan of surprise and pain. She felt her belly and cunt muscles clamp shut, her thighs clenched. As she yelped out again, Janet found herself grinding her hips hungrily against his hand and spearing fingers. While the men goaded him on and insulted her, she was willingly throwing herself against him.
"OHHHHHH" Janet cried as she felt his fingers roughly probe her cunt. He reamed her fuck tunnel out carelessly, then jerked his hand away and pulled it up quickly. Before she knew what was happening she felt him jam his hand in her mouth. The brunette could smell and taste her own cunt juice as she gagged from the pressure. Janet choked on the vile smell and taste as the men surrounding her laughed brutally.
Then the hand was gone from her mouth. Janet felt herself shoved forward toward two tall men standing directly in front of her. They caught her by the shoulders and held her tightly with their powerful hands. Pushing her head down to their waist level, they held her arms still as the brunette felt the heavy weight of her hanging boobs pull at her chest and shoulders.
Janet didn't have to wait long to find out what was going on behind her. She heard the sound of leather sliding against material and guessed the man was removing his belt. There was a pause, then the sound of something hissing in the air. He slapped her ass with his belt, making it tingle with pain as her butt-cheeks burned from the sudden attack. He struck her again, this time harder than before. Waves of hot agony rippled across her downy asscheeks, shooting through her tits and teasing her pussy. Janet groaned, tilting her head down limply as the long brown hair dangled in front of her eyes. She heard another hissing sound and braced herself for the searing pain.
"AHHHHHHUUUNGH!" Janet cried, her body jerking forward and her muscles tensing as that leather belt sliced more painfully than ever across her puckered ass skin. She struggled in vain against the two men who were holding her tightly between them. Her eyelids fluttered open and her eyeballs bulged out as a fourth slash cracked across her buttocks, this time coming dangerously close to that sensitive skin joining her cunt and shithole.
"Try this one," the man granted.
Janet felt a fifth blow sear her ass. Her knees buckled as she threw her head back, making her long brown hair whip across her shoulders and the upper portion of her back. The strokes came faster and harder now. With each stroke of the belt she felt herself growing weaker. What will she had was disintegrating. Her moans turned to helpless, animal-like whimpers as the cracks merged into one another. Soon Janet felt herself becoming one throbbing sensation of agony.
"OHHHHHH," Janet wailed in a long, low sob as she felt herself sinking to the dirt below. The two men continued to hold her tightly by the forearms as the belt kept slicing across her asscheeks. Her head hung limply down on her chest as Janet felt her arms strain at the shoulders. Slowly the burning pain died away and was replaced by a tight, numb feeling that spread from her buttocks to her cunt.
A surprise stroke caught her across the upper back, the pointed tip of the leather belt curling around her right side and biting into her tit. Her belly quaked and she gagged at the unexpected pain. Her arms stretched high above her head as she swayed on her knees from side to side, pulling helplessly in a vain attempt to get away from her torturers.
"Little bitch looks like she's gonna pass out," the man with the belt said as he signalled with a quick jerk of the head for her release.
Almost immediately the two men holding Janet let go. Janet pulled her arms down and covered her tits, curling herself up into a tiny ball and rocking back and forth in an effort to comfort herself. The tightly packed cold dirt made the soles of her bare feet ache. She felt horribly exposed in this barn, an unwanted center of attention in the middle of this leering circle of masked sadists. The brunette hid her face from the laughing crowd, then turned her head slightly up to take a good look at her antagonists. They were all well-built, athletic men who reminded her of the prison help that worked on her farm. Janet was by now almost sure of this. A few remarks she'd overheard the men make suggested they knew her and the farm.
"OHHH, GOD!" Janet cried as she watched them run their hands up and down their hardened cocks, grinning at her through their masks. The long red marks and welts across her lower back and ass started to sting her now. They made her eyes fill up with large, hot tears as she thought of the white tender skin covering her full ass and how it must look now.
"Hey, Jack," one of the men said, throwing something large over Janet's head at the man who'd been beating her with the belt.
Jack! Janet spun around and stared wildly at the big man towering over her. She'd been right in her suspicions! Somehow he'd managed to get over here to the farm last night and rape her. And now he brought his buddies along to do these terrible things to her body. Chuck was right. These prisoners had desires and lusts building up in them for possibly years. When they finally burst, they took the form of sick, terrifying actions.
"That's right," Jack said, looking down at Janet and smiling as he guessed her thoughts. The brunette looked at his right hand and saw he was holding what looked like a cat-o-nine-tails. The workmanship was sloppy, like something made in a prison workshop!
"I've played along with you. Now it's the real thing," Jack growled as he snapped the multi-headed whip. The thick air was filled quickly with the sharp crackle of the leather thongs that sprang out of the short, hard handle.
Janet felt her skin crinkle up in horror as she fell back on her ass. Her fingers dug at the hard ground as she started to scoot back from the approaching man. The others in the circle stepped back to give her more room. Obviously they were enjoying this little scene and wanted it played out to the fullest.
As Jack moved slowly across the floor toward her, Janet wiggled away. She could feel particles of dirt working their way into her asscrack, invading her bunghole and pussy as she kept sliding away.
"Come here, baby," Jack crooned, his eyes fastened on her like two laser rays. "Come on and get a taste of my little friend here," he said, cracking the weapon menacingly again against his boot.
Janet let out a long, low whimper as she tucked her legs under her buttocks and sprang quickly to her feet. She stumbled forward, running blindly across the dirt floor as the sound of derisive cat-calls and laughter rang in her ears. Her hands waved frantically in front of her as if she were trying to brush away the horror surrounding all of them. She felt something rough and cold crash against her and realized she'd run into one of the barn's wooden walls.
No escape! Janet was trapped. There was no place for her to run to any more.
Jack laughed. "I'm a little tired playing catch with you," he said, raising his hand high over his head. Janet covered her face with both hands, knowing well what to expect from the big man whenever he took that pose.
Janet didn't have to wait for long. As she turned, her arms trembling as she tried to cover both her face and hanging titties, he brought the weapon down. It bit the flesh along her ribs. The woman screamed and jerked backward, slamming hard against the wooden wall. Janet felt splinters stab into her shoulder blades and sliced buttocks as the back of her head banged hard against the planks.
Jack swung the multi-headed weapon high over his head again. The various leather knots spread apart in the darkened air like some kind of exotic flower, then appeared to come down at her in slow motion. They sailed inches away from her widened eyes, chewing into the flesh along her full hips.
Janet shrieked again. She threw her right leg across her left, sending her body spinning around until its backside was facing the big man. The two gaping wounds burned as she sobbed and clawed at the wooden wall hopelessly. She pressed her belly against the cool planks for some kind of comfort as she heard the whistling sound of the lash coming down one more time.
"Ohhhhhh," Janet wailed as she felt the leather thongs bite into the old wounds on her butt-cheeks. The brunette rolled away from the wall, staggering along its length and digging at the rough planks as she tried to keep her balance. Another blow and another gnawed into her tender flesh. She was spinning around and around now like a top in slow motion. The air cracked with the sharp, cutting sound of leather against sweaty flesh. Her head rolled around her shoulders as her hair swirled out like a brown feathery cape.
Finally Janet lost her balance and collapsed exhausted to the dirt floor once more. The big man grunted, wiping the rivers of sweat from his forehead. Janet knelt on her hands and knees, her head hanging down as she opened her mouth and let out a series of long, low moans. Her skin quivered as she swayed slowly back and forth. The brunette wondered how much longer could she take this kind of abuse without passing out.
To be unconscious! How Janet wanted to feel herself slipping away to that black world, away from these brutal men who seemed bent on torturing her to death. She tried with all her might and will to faint. But Janet realized she was too strong a woman. All this humiliation and pain was actually breeding a feeling of hate and resentment in the woman. While they tried to rip down her pride and self-respect, something inside Janet was defying these men, vowing to get back at them at any cost.
"I've gotta loosen her up a little," Jack snickered.
Janet started to turn around, wondering what new kind of torture he had for her. She watched as he undid his belt, reaching down and unbuttoning his fly. Janet cried out in fear as she saw that big dick he'd used against her pussy the few nights before spring into view. Her cunt trembled with fear and excitement as Jack teased his fat dick into full hardness.
The big man enjoyed Janet's terror. He let go of his cock and walked quickly over to her. Bending down, he slapped her on the mouth. Janet shuddered and fell backward from the force of the painful blow. She could feel something warm and salty trickling down into her mouth and knew he'd split her lip with that smack.
"Get down on your fuckin' face and shove that ass up," Jack said as he raised his foot and placed it hard against her upturned ass. Janet groaned as she felt the thick, cold heel working its way into the tight asscrack. She was afraid he was going to try to work it into her bunghole. Automatically Janet tightened her ass. She knew he was going to screw her in the ass.
The brunette sobbed out a choked cry of horror as she did as she was told, lowering her face to the foul-smelling dirt while raising her ass and tilting it upward as best she could. Janet had never been fucked in the butt before. She'd heard of how women and men had been injured when the ass fucking was too rough. The brunette shuddered again, knowing full well that gentleness was not one of the big man's stronger points.
"Ohhhh," Janet cried as she felt Jack's big hands crawling over her welted back. He worked his calloused fingers across the painful skin, chuckling whenever he dug his dirty nails into the welts or cuts and made Janet cry out in agony. His fat, blood-heavy dick jerked lazily up and down with throbs of delight.
"UHHHHHHHH!" Janet cried out again as she felt the big man jam three fingers suddenly into her cunt, running them hard against the slick membranes of her pussy walls. He grazed her sputtering clit with the rough tip of his thumb, working it over the rising tiny shaft as he slicked down his fingers with her thick, foamy fuck oil.
Jack pulled out his fingers then moved them up until they were pressing against the brown puckered skin of her tiny shitter. He was sticking two lingers into her asshole, stretching the tender slick lining of her bung-chute as he slipped the second knuckle past the tight outer ring of ass muscle.
Janet said nothing, moving her face over to her wrist and biting down hard on the skin. Her arms trembled as she felt a warm, scraping sensation firing up her ass. He was slipping a third finger in her rectum now, turning his hand around and around in reaming, churning motions to stretch her anal canal.
"That's enough prep," Jack grunted, pulling his fingers out of her ass and crawling forward a few more inches on his knees. He placed both hands on either side of her upturned ivory welted mounds, pushing down and spreading them apart as he hunched his big fat dick forward. Janet groaned as she felt a rush of cool air suddenly blow into her hot asshole. Then there was the sensation of something hot and greasy pressing down against her asshole.
"OHHHHHH," Janet screamed in an increasingly high wail as she felt a ripping, aching feeling tear her buttocks then rip into her belly. Her thighs agonized horribly. Her belly quivered. Her head throbbed violently as the fat spongy cockhead pushed past the tight sphincter muscle and started digging its way down into the woman's bowels. She cried and sobbed, knowing no one would help her as she felt more inches of Jack's thick hot dick-meat push into her. There was no wonderful sensation of ecstasy. There were no throbs of delight spreading to her pussy. All Janet felt was pain-pure, raw pain raking at her shitter and radiating to all sensitive parts of her body as the big man kept throwing more and more of his cockmeat into her ass.
"Ugh," Jack grunted. His fat dick-root pressed against the ring of her bunghole now. Janet cried out one more time, shuddering as she felt his hot leathery balls resting against her butt-cheeks. Through the roaring in her head she heard the sounds of the men standing around her and the man.
Jack didn't sit still long. Soon he was stabbing her with his dick, pile-driving his cock into her musky shitter. His big hips slammed mercilessly against her buttocks, the force of the forward thrusts pushing her face harder into the dirt. Janet felt her forehead scraping along the cold ground as Jack's grunts became more excited and higher.
"UHHHH," Jack groaned as his swinging nuts spat out their hot jizz into his ass-embedded cock. Janet screamed in disgust, closing her eyelids tightly and pounding the dirt with her clenched fingers as the big man dumped his load into her butt.
CHAPTER FIVE
Janet closed her eyelids one more time and stifled a sob that bubbled up to he. lips. The foul, sickening taste of the rag shoved deep in her mouth made her want to vomit. But the brunette knew she'd only choke on her own puke. They'd love that to happen. She could imagine herself drowning in that thick, yellowish bile as the men watched and laughed.
After her ass-rape, Janet found herself being roughly lifted to her feet and dragged like a dead carcass to a twelve-inch iron hook. It hung from an inch-thick manila rope that was fastened to one of the barn's overhead wooden crossbeams. Under the hook several of the men bound her wrists and ankles tightly together, tying her hands to the bottom curve of the cold hook. Shoving an old sweat rag into her mouth and fixing it with another rag tied around her face, the men then hauled the hook high in the air, dragging Janet's sagging body with it. The brunette sprang to life only when she felt the weight of her body almost pulling her arms out of her shoulder sockets. Her arm and chest muscles strained to the breaking point as the men hauled her higher and higher into the air. Finally they stopped, fastening the rope on a wall hook and leaving her toes several inches above the ground.
Janet didn't pay too much attention to what happened after that. All she could think of was the growing agonizing ache in her shoulders and arms and the bitter taste of that mouth gag.
"Okay, bring her down," Jack said to two of the men as he crossed his big arms across his chest and stared hotly at her. Janet shuddered at the order. As painful as her position was, at least she was safe from any kind of fucking. Her ass still throbbed from the brutal fucking Jack had given her an hour earlier. As she felt her toes touch the cold dirt floor, the brunette wondered when this nightmare would end. Surely they had to leave before morning. This couldn't go on forever. Janet wondered what time it was as the two men untied her hands from the large hook. She moved her eyes from left to right quickly, searching for any kind of clue as to what they had planned for her next.
But the men refused to give up any hint. They all stared mutely at her as the two men untied her ankles, then pushed her roughly to the center of the barn. Janet wondered what had happened to Chuck. Her mind spun around dizzily as she thought of the kind of torture and humiliation that had seared her body and spirit in the past few hours. Chuck, Chuck, she thought desperately.
The two men held her tightly while Jack stepped out of the barn. Janet held her breath, looking from one man to the other as she waited expectantly for the inmate to return. She was sure something horrible was about to happen to her.
"UHHHHH," Janet said, twisting her wrists against the ropes biting into her skin as she saw something that shocked her. Her knees quivered and her mind grew light with horror as she saw Jack lead in one of the German shepherds Chuck had purchased for breeding purposes. It was the one Jack had teased earlier that day; one she was sure he was going to use for breeding purposes of his own.
Janet stared at the snarling dog. His dark gray fur seemed to be standing on end with excitement. Janet felt her belly turn over as she watched the inmate pull the dog in on a long, brown leather leash. Jack stopped just in front of her, giving the big dog a silent command to sit. The brunette watched the shepherd warily as he squatted down on his muscular haunches, his long pink tongue hanging out the corner of his pointed muzzle, dripping with spittle. Janet saw his powerful belly heaving up and down with excitement as his forepaws quivered with tension.
"You're a real bitch, bitch. This should be natural for you," Jack said, reaching up and wrapping his powerful, thick fingers around her neck. Janet groaned as she felt him digging into her throat. He wheeled her around like a top, spinning her faster and faster until he pulled down and sent her crashing into the dirt.
Janet grunted as she lost her balance and rolled over and over on her sides. Her brain spun dizzily around in her head as she finally stopped on her back. Gradually the brunette was aware of something hot and wet licking her face. She opened her eyes and found herself peering at the big dog. He towered over her head, his jaws leaking hot spittle that trickled down to her forehead. Janet shuddered and let out a low groan through the filthy rag. She wriggled her ass and tried to escape the licking of the big animal.
"Looks like he likes you, baby," Jack snarled as he walked over to her and placed the heel of his boot against her side. With a quick sharp kick he sent her rolling across the dirt floor again. This time Janet could hear the dog snarling and barking wildly behind her. She pulled her head up when she stopped rolling and focused her eyes on the big animal. Jack was still holding him tightly by the leash. The growling shepherd's body quivered with uncontrollable passion as his sharp, crisscrossed teeth glistened under the dim lamp light. His rubbery black gums were stretched back from his mouth and flecked with foamy dots of spittle as a series of strained growls filled the barn. The leash strained from the weight of the pawing shepherd. Barking with an insane and lustful rage, he jerked repeatedly on the restraining leather, lunging again and again as he tried to get at Janet.
"See how much he wants you?" Jack said. "He gets that way whenever he sees something treated like a pile of shit, I guess. And that's just what you are, babe," Jack hissed. He walked over to her, holding tightly onto the leash and leaned down. Wrapping his fingers around her long hair, he jerked her hair and almost pulled it out by the roots. Janet felt her eyes ass with tears of pain. "You're just a pile of hot, stinkin' shit. And you'll never get us out of here."
How did he know about what she and Chuck decided? Then a horrible thought struck her. Could they somehow have overheard their conversation, or heard Chuck talk to the warden? And if so, was Chuck still alive? Janet couldn't think any further than this. Jack was letting out the leash slowly as the big animal growled and headed for Janet. Soon he was almost on top of her. The massive furry head dropped. His tongue shot out, spattering her hip with spittle. Janet screamed through the dirtied rag, jerking up and pushing backward on the dirt as she tried to get away from the animal. She wanted to roll over on her belly. But Jack stood next to her, kicking her hard on the side whenever she started to turn over.
"Spread those legs and let the animal get a good taste of your snatch," Jack said, raising his leg and bringing it down slowly between her tightly clenched thighs. Janet shuddered as she felt the cold leather of his boot come in contact with her skin. Reluctantly she spread her legs, pushing them about two feet apart and thus exposing her twat to the quivering animal.
"UHHHHH," Janet groaned as the big animal edged his way between her legs. She tilted her head up and turned her face away as she felt his forelegs brush up against her inner thighs. Then Janet could feel the big animal's hot breath curling around the matted, kinky curls covering her soft pussy mound. She shivered with horror as she knew what was about to happen. "OHHHHHH," the brunette moaned as she felt that cold, wet curious nose press up against her cuntlips. She shuddered. Her belly shook with revulsion. The woman wanted to snap her legs together and destroy the animal. But Janet knew that such a move would probably anger him and send him gnawing onto her exposed pussy. Whatever was going to happen next, it couldn't be as bad as that.
"Get a lick of that wild snatch, boy. Come on, get lickin' on it," Jack encouraged the animal.
Janet closed her eyes and let the hot tears fall freely onto her flushed cheeks. She'd never felt this low before. She was a respectable woman, coming from a fine family and receiving a decent education. She was a professional. Janet kept telling herself that over and over as she felt the big German shepherd's hot tongue start sloshing in and out of her pussy.
"OHHHHHH," Janet cried, lowering her body completely onto the ground with weakness and frustration. She dug her shoulder blades into the dirt and rolled her head back and forth as the dog started licking her pussylips savagely. Janet gave up fighting completely. She opened her glazed eyes and saw Jack peering down at her. He'd taken his dick out again and was jerking it off directly above her head. She didn't care. At least he wasn't sticking that thing up her ass or in her cunt.
Gradually the brunette felt her pussy warming up to the animal's insistent licking. There was something caressing, even gentle and caring about that tonguing that seemed to soothe her frenzied mind. Janet pulled up on her knees, spreading her thighs further apart to give the dog more room. At the same time that spreading motion helped peel back her cuntlips, exposing the sensitive layer of tissues between her inner and outer lips. The dog immediately found it, shoving his hot tongue into the area and digging at the quivering flesh.
"MMMMMMM," the brunette moaned, closing her eyes and digging the back of her head into the dirt as she felt the large dog's tongue sloshing carelessly in her swampy hole. She could feel the dog's hot fur brushing against her quivering legs as streams of warm doggie spittle trickled down from the bottom junction of her cuntlips, through her tight ass-crack to her shithole. The German shepherd's rough tongue sanded across her puffing labia, peeling them back with every upward lick, exposing the dark, musky hole behind. Janet groaned with forbidden ecstasy as that cold animal nose nuzzled the slicked-down cunt-hairs covering her cuntal mound.
Janet gasped from the unbelievable tickle that was racking her pussy. Hot/cold delicious chills of sexual excitement rippled through her writhing body as the dog's licking became faster and more frenzied. Janet rolled slightly to the left, then to the right, rocking her body back and forth as she felt the big dog .slather up her box with his spit. He sloshed up to her clit, rubbing its sensitive surface with the tip of his tongue, then moving back down to her hot, juicy hole.
"Look at him go," Jack said, running his fingers faster and faster, up and down his dick-shaft. A few of the other men followed his example, jerking their dicks out of their pants and frigging wildly as they watched the groaning, bound brunette being licked off by the German shepherd.
Licked off by a damned dog, Janet thought to herself in her burning brain. She'd heard of it happening to women. But Janet always thought of such things as obscene jokes; of something men made up to cheapen the image of women. She never thought she'd actually be welcoming something like that to happen to her.
"UHHHH," Janet cried wildly through the filthy cotton cloth in her mouth as she felt another scalding pressure of the powerful tongue peel her cuntlips apart one more time. He was stabbing his nose in her hole now, forcing the passage into a wide tunnel with his pointed snout. He growled deep in his throat. The vibrations of the low sound made her pussy vibrate in response, sending her clit into tiny spasms of delight. Her cunt was aching from desire and lust. Janet spread her legs even further apart, hoping he'd stick his entire head in her fuck channel. The brunette didn't care any longer about who was watching or what she was being forced to go through. All she knew was that something hot, wet and wonderful was stimulating her pussy, making her forget the horrible humiliations of the past few hours.
"Lickin' the split," Jack said, laughing lewdly as he rubbed his cock closer to a climax.
Janet groaned louder. The big dog pulled out of her grabbing hole. His tongue explored higher along the insides if her thighs again. She could feel the spittle cooling on her hot skin as the dog bathed her lower torso completely in a thick layer of saliva. Janet hunched upward, wanting some kind of friction in her pussy again. Her snatch muscles were contracting, shutting her pussy tunnel hard with nothing to grab hold of. The woman rolled and sobbed as she jerked her knees upto her tits. The shepherd growled with excitement and lunged once more at the hairy, glistening surfaces of her cuntlips.
"OHHHHHH," Janet cried as the dog seemed to go crazy. He gouged his claws against her thighs and stuck his long nose once more up and down the flooded slick folds of her pussy. Janet lifted her head up and saw her own hot juice wetting the fur around his mouth. His hose glistened with it. His tongue lolled sloppily over her cunt, spearing into the hot slit between the puffy labia and sliding up to her quivering clit shaft. Janet lowered her head again and dug it into the dirt. She never felt this worked up in her life. And to think that a dog was doing this to her. She could hardly believe it.
"Okay, baby. You've had enough of the cunt-licking for a while," Jack said, signaling a man to pull the dog back.
Janet growled in frustration as she felt the dog's tongue being jerked out of her pussy. She could hear his own growls of furious frustration as the man dragged the dog away from Janet's slicked-down snatch.
"You dig the animal, hull, babe? You really like to feel his doggie tongue slide up and down that fuckin' snatch of yours. And you were so worried about protecting that precious pussy of yours from me. Shit! You're no better than a fuckin' whore," Jack said, sneering down at her. He raised his foot suddenly and brought it down against the side of her face. Janet groaned in terror as she felt the cold, smooth surface of the sole of his boot press down.
"UHHHHH," she groaned in abject horror as the sole of his boot dug into her tender skin. A dull, throbbing ache began to tear at her forehead as Jack continued to press down.
"Don't worry, babe. I'm not gonna kill you," he said, apparently guessing her thoughts.
Jack pulled his boot away, then slipped the toe under her side and rolled her over on her belly. "Get that ass up again."
Janet knew she couldn't argue with him. Sobbing, feeling ashamed and filled with hatred at the same time, the brunette painfully shoved her buttocks high in the air. She dug her elbows into the dirt, closing her eyes and trying to fight down the horror that was rising to her throat.
"See that hot little pussy, boy? She really wants your cock," Jack said in a cooing voice to the shaking animal.
Janet sobbed out loud, her mouth twisted open into a raw, red sore as she heard Jack describing in detail what was going to happen to her. She turned her head around and peered around her upturned thighs. She saw the big dog glaring hotly back at her, his sides heaving and quivering. Between his powerful hind haunches was a long, thick red prong slipping out of its gray furry sheath. Its pointed red tip dripped a slow but steady stream of white doggie cum. His furry, tight little balls jiggled with every upward jerk that knobby prick made. Her body was shaken by another spasm of terror as Jack reached up and stroked her cuntlips.
Then it happened. Janet saw the dog scramble up and bolt forward in a greyish streak of lightning. She cried out in horror, then turned away quickly and grit her teeth together as she heard the dog scramble behind her. There was a rush of air, then a groan of satisfaction followed by something hot and furry suddenly crashing down on her back.
The sores on her back and ass sang painfully from the sudden onslaught as Janet felt the big animal's forepaws slip around her sides and dig into her lower belly. At the same time she could feel his slippery, smooth rubbery hot cock pressing against her exposed snatch-lips. The brunette choked down the sharp-tasting bile that was rising up from her churning stomach. She was sickened by what was happening to her. The terror of being fucked by this near-rabid animal was augmented by the revulsion of having an animal's cock slipping inside her pussy.
"Oh, oh, ohhh," Janet moaned as she felt the big dog's heavy haunches pressing down on her ass.
His hind legs danced crazily behind her as he tried to slip his cock into her pussy. She cried out loud, wriggling her ass in an attempt to keep her snatch away from that probing dog-rod. The men enjoyed her futile thrashing, laughing and even shouting encouragement to her as the dog growled in frustration.
Janet slid forward on the dirt, crawling on her elbows as she felt the animal's cock start to slide up to her pussylips. Her hair stood on end as she felt the dog's hot, furry snout brush up against her right ear and his warm spittle ooze onto the back of her neck. She cried and sobbed in vain as the dog moved along with her.
Then her screams stopped as she felt something move behind her. There was a harsh growl followed by a stabbing sensation in her cunt. Janet screamed, then collapsed to the dirt as the big dog finally slipped the full length of his knobby cock in her snatch.
CHAPTER SIX
Janet nearly fainted from the suddenness of the German shepherd's fucking. Suddenly she felt his bristly fur tickling her pussylips while his tight little balls rubbed frantically up and down her upturned asscheeks. The brunette grunted in horror, closing her eyelids tightly and fighting down the desire to scream. She clenched her fingers into tight fists and dug her nails into her palms as she felt that massive animal weight pushing her down into the dirt floor. Her stomach churned one more time as she felt something hot, bumpy and slick sliding in and out of her pussy.
She knew it was that dog's cock reaming out her cunt. Janet tried to cry out something, but ended her cry with gagging, choking sounds. Her mouth tasted of sour bile.
"Fuck 'er good."
"Hey baby, like your dog meat?"
"Hey, cunt. Go on, swallow up that fuckin' dog's prick."
They all hooted insults at her, taunting and laughing at her plight as the big animal growled with lust above her. Janet moaned, pushing her face in the dirt and crying out with disgust.
"UHHHHHH!" she groaned as she felt something large and greasy bump up against her outer cuntlips. It was that big know she'd seen earlier on the animal's cock. It bulged mightily just in front of his fat dick-root. The German shepherd growled, readjusting his position nervously behind the crouching brunette and hunching forward more frantically as he tried to work the big knob in.
"Nooooo," Janet cried, beating the ground with her fists, then opening them and clawing at the dirt with her fingers as she felt the dog tear away at her pussy with his cock. His hot fur bristled against her slick labia as he lowered his head and rested his drooling jaws on the brunette's shoulder.
"Go on. Wiggle that ass. Let him know you want him," Jack said mockingly.
Janet wailed as she felt the shepherd's big paws slide up and rake over her tits. He hunched down and forward harder, driving that big slippery knob harder against her pussylips. Janet's eyelids fluttered open and her eyes bugged out as she felt something giving way under the big animal's insistent pressure.
She felt the ring of tight muscles guarding her pussy hole cracking open, breaking down as that fat knob plunged further and further into her cunt. The crouching brunette cried out, then felt the air rush out of her lungs as that knob plopped into her cunt. Her cuntlips clasped his cock, trapping the whining animal's fat prick inside. Janet's nostrils flared while blood rushed to her puffy cheeks. She gasped for breath while she felt her body suddenly flush out into a hot burn. Her vocal cords tightened, pushing the veins out in her forehead and neck. Finally she was able to scream. It started long and low, deep in her belly, then turned into a high-pitched wail that echoed through the barn.
"Whew, baby," Jack commented, digging his fists into his powerful hips and raising his eyebrows while he looked down at her. "When you get turned on, nothing can stop you."
Janet couldn't hear him. The air in her lungs burned as she fought to remain conscious. That big knob buried inside her fuck-hole was stretching her pussy membranes to the tearing point. She felt the nerve-endings in her cunt sputtering with something halfway between agony and a strange, excruciating kind of delight. The dog sensed her dilemma and stopped his fucking, humping motions for a few seconds. The two of them, crouching woman and fucking dog, seemed frozen in time. Then tiring of the wait, the big dog started hunching down again. Janet cried out as she felt that fat knot rubbing back and forth in her violated snatch. She swung her head back and forth, whipping the backs of her clawing hands with her long brown hair as she shrieked for pity.
"Keep on askin' God to help you. He's about the only one around here who will," Jack said mockingly as he kicked the side of the woman's head.
Janet groaned from the sharp pain that kick created and turned her face away from the grinning inmate. She covered her ears with her hands to blot out the mocking and obscene cheers the other men were making as the big dog fucked himself into a climax.
"Oh, oh, God, help me! God, won't s-somebody come and h-help m-m-mee!" Janet wailed as she felt the German shepherd wrap his paws more tightly around her belly. Janet sucked in a deep breath and held it as she felt his slick cock vibrating furiously inside her pussy. She knew he was about to blow his jizz inside her. Janet steeled herself for what was about to become the most humiliating thing that could ever happen to a woman. She could sense the air of delighted expectancy the men had as the big animal threw back his head and let out a long, high wail of unspeakable delight.
"He's doin' it. He's actually dumpin' his fuckin' load in 'er," several of the inmates said as the big dog jerked his body down hard onto Janet's upturned buttocks. The brunette groaned deep in her throat, burying her face in shame in her hands as she felt the steady, long squirts of jizz splattering against her cuntal walls. She felt her pussy filling up with the thick cream, then the spunk trickled out from between her stretched labia and ooze down her trembling thighs. Janet felt sickened by the thought of what was going on behind her. She couldn't imagine anyone getting turned on by such a vile act. But yet those inmates were surrounding her, rubbing their cocks, jerking off as they watched the big dog spill his jizz into her pussy.
Finally it was over. Janet opened her mouth and let out a sigh of relief as she felt the dog's cock stop jerking against her slicked-down cuntal walls. The animal licked the back of her neck in appreciation. Janet wrinkled her face up in disgust and tried to pull away from the lapping dog.
"Aw, he just wants to show you how happy he is," Jack said, reaching down and forcing Janet to look up at him. She saw his cock still stiff and rigid, red and rubbery in his hand. He bent his knees and shoved forward, pushing the dick in between her lips. "You suck that dick and you suck it good. You try any funny business and I'll throw you like a hunk of raw meat at those dogs. He may like fuckin' you. But I know he'll rip you apart if I want him to, baby. I've been trainin' those fuckin' dogs for the past couple days. I know what they can do," Jack said as he pushed forward and drove his fat dickhead into her mouth.
"MMMMM," Janet protested in a low groan. But she was helpless. She had to do what he said. The brunette closed her full red lips around that thickly veined dick, pulling back while she fluttered her tongue against its sensitive underside. All the time the dog still had his dick buried inside her cunt. He'd stopped shooting his spunk. But somehow no one bothered to tell him he should let go of her. He kept up his fucking-motions even though his cock wasn't as hot and stiff as it had been minutes ago.
Jack's dick slid quickly over her teeth and rammed hard against the back of her mouth, threatening to slide down her throat. The brunette nearly gagged. Hot spittle ran out her mouth and dribbled down her chin as Jack hunched forward again and sent his fat dick ramming into Janet's tonsils. His big balls slapped noisily against the bottom of her chin. The thick, pungent odor of stale sweat and piss mixed in with the odor of his drooling jizz and drifted up Janet's nose as the big inmate ground his smelly hairy crotch against her flushed face.
Janet could still feel the animal's slick, knotty dick still sliding in and out of her pussy. Didn't that damned dog ever give up? Janet remembered seeing two animals fucking in the alley when she lived in San Francisco. They seemed to stay coupled for hours. She felt a groan rising up from her belly as she thought of being rammed in the snatch by that growling shepherd for hours.
"Fuckin' shit! I'm gonna blow," Jack said, wrinkling up his forehead and shutting his eyelids tightly together. Janet saw the big man's lower jaw slacken. His head was tilted slightly back and his entire muscular body swayed back and forth. Janet could feel the thick veins wrapped around his cock throbbing wildly as his drooling dickhead pulsated crazily. The thick knob contracted, sending a large blob of spunk spitting down into her throat.
"UNNGHHHMM," Janet groaned, feeling his jizz filling her mouth quickly. She could taste the saltiness of the jizz as it washed over her tongue, then pushed forward over her other teeth and finally spilled out from either side of her mouth. The woman sobbed, her belly heaving with each choking, stifled cry as the hot cum oozed down the sides of her face and dripped to the dirt under her hands.
The big dog kept hunching even though he'd shot his was only a few minutes earlier. When Jack finished dumping his load into Janet's mouth, he pulled back, drawing his softening cock slowly out. When his fat bulb popped free of the brunette's clinging lips, Jack flipped his cock back into his Levi's, then walked around to the woman's ass and gently pulled the dog away from her.
"Oh, thank God, thank God," Janet said, spitting what cum she could from her mouth onto the floor between her hands. She looked down and saw the white spunk blotting the soil under her. She shivered with revulsion and hatred as she watched those wads of cum slowly sink into the loose dirt. Janet looked around, spotting Jack standing directly behind her. She wanted to leap up and scar his face with her fingernails. She's been forced to commit an act that would be branded in her mind forever. She wanted to get back at him in any way she could.
"Hey, Jack, you think we ought 'ta get back?" one of the inmates asked nervously as he glanced at his watch.
Jack looked down at his wrist and saw it was ten o'clock.
"Why bother? They don't have the bed check 'til midnight," Jack said, scratching his groin lazily as he sneered down at Janet.
"Bed check?" she cried out. It sounded more like a boy scout camp instead of a prison.
"That's right, honey. They know how to treat us over there," Jack said, laughing nastily. The others joined him as Janet looked in disbelief at the crowd still surrounding her.
"It's so fuckin' easy to come over her it ain't funny," Jack started to explain, sauntering over to the brunette, then squatting down next to her head. Janet was still in a bitch-crouching position. She'd been so humiliated and degraded she didn't even want to change positions. Any move of her body seemed to make her situation even more disgusting than before. "You see, bitch, this is a minimum security place. Not many guards. And the ones they've got are so fuckin' stupid they don't know. half what's goin' on around them. They check on us a couple 'a times a day, but that don't make much difference. We know the routine. It's easy to slip in and out of the place without making anyone suspicious."
"Oh, God," Janet said, turning away and hanging her head limply down her chest. Her father had let these men on his farm to help them out and to get cheap labor in the bargain. They probably didn't think much about roaming out of the prison compound when he was living there alone. But when Janet showed up, they had a motive.
Another thought struck her now. They'd all drawn their cards. She knew who they were and what they were up to. They'd gotten their rocks off pretty much, using her up like some cheap slut. What were they going to do with her now?
"Oh baby, you've been real good to me," Jack crooned, running his fingers through her thick brown hair.
Janet shuddered again and pulled away from him, whimpering something high in her throat. The big inmate chuckled and kept stroking her hair.
"I saw you and that fucker Chuck makin' it that night. You don't know how many times I jacked off in the John thinkin' about your fuckin' cunt. And the way you paraded around here, thinkin' that snatch of yours was something so precious. Fuck," Jack said, turning his head to one side and spitting derisively on the ground. "That started it, babe. I went back to the farm, had dinner, then came back and took care of you."
Janet recalled the night she'd been raped. Her hatred for the big man increased.
"When I got back I told some of the guys about your great pussy. They had to come along and find out for themselves," Jack said, reaching up and wiping some spittle from his thick red lips. "You gave 'em a real nice show."
"Chuck?" she asked in a tiny voice, turning around and looking him in the eyes. The big inmate didn't say anything. But his face broke into a hideous smile. Janet shrank back, covering her throat instinctively as she knew what the smile meant. Her skin crawled with horror. What had they done with him? What were they going to do with her?
Jack got up and walked over to the wall adjoining the large entrance door. There was a long fire hose curled on a spike driven into the wood. Janet herself had ordered the installation of that hose, primarily because the barn, kennel and stables were so close together, yet without, adequate fire protection.
Now the brunette watched Jack and two other inmates uncurl the hose, then hold tightly onto the
sides of the thick material.
"Turn 'er on," he said over his shoulder, pointing the brass nozzle at her.
Janet scrambled around on her ass and covered her face protectively just as the first blast of cold water crashed against her body. The brunette felt herself being roughly shoved backward by the stinging spray. She felt the muddied dirt burrowing into her asscrack and shitter as she scooted backward, pushed by the water.
The men roared with laughter as Janet felt herself rolling over and over. She tried to struggle to her feet, but the stream of water hit her like a hammer across the belly, sending her back on her ass in the mud while a portion of that white cold stream peeled open her cuntlips and washed the doggie jizz out of her hole with one blast.
Janet doubled up, her mouth opening wide as the blast against her body and especially her sensitive cunt paralyzed her.
"Stop! S-s-stop!" Janet cried, rolling onto her belly and trying to get her pussy away from the stinging stream. Her long brown hair was slicked down by the water and clung to her neck and shoulders. Jack trained the water on her ass, laughing obscenely as he watched those gleaming globes tremble under the force of the spray. He moved the nozzle slightly to the left and shot the water directly into her asscrack. Janet howled with agony, jerking forward and rolling around in the mud like a crazed pig.
"Get her cunt," some of the men chanted.
Janet still struggled to keep her pussy free of the killing stream. But the force of the spray was turning her around. Her skin reddened as the roaring water blasted around her thighs. At the same time the woman began to feel a strange kind of arousal tightening her cuntal muscles. The water droplets were tickling her pussy, rubbing it up to a climax Janet thought was absolutely crazy. Orgasming with a stream of water? She ran her fingers hard through her slicked-down hair. Was she going crazy?
Her thinking caught her unaware. A quick blast of water to the side sent Janet crashing down and spinning around, exposing her cunt to the hose. The incredibly heavy rush of cold water on her crotch made Janet's hips rise and fall. She cried out in a mixture of pain, shame and lust as she found herself almost involuntarily welcoming the rush of water. Jack was careful not to let the full brunt of the heavy cold stream blast into her snatch. That would have ripped her pussy to pieces. At it was, the rushing water tickled her cuntal walls, spattering against her rising, unsheathing clit as the men laughed at their result.
"OHHHHHH," Janet cried as the splashing waves of water bounced off her tits and filled her nostrils and mouth. The woman turned her head to the side and coughed and gasped for air.
"Like it, baby?" Jack taunted, training the water on her tits and belly now while an occasional spray spattered into her churning cunthole.
Janet ignored them as unusual. She felt the unmistakable tension in her crotch that signalled the steady build of an orgasm. She closed her eyes and lay sprawled on the muddied dirt. She put her hands down on either side of her rocking thighs, digging her fingers into the soft wet dirt and twisting her hips, actually seeking out the thick stream of water. Its violent spattering was starting to feel more and more erotic. The tight, tickling, aching feelings in her crotch grew and grew, sharpening to a painful point as the water beat at her clit.
The brunette tilted her head back, rubbing it against the wooden planks of the wall behind her as she felt lower than she'd ever felt before in her life, She was literally wallowing in filth, driven to the wall of a barn by this pack of lunatic prisoners who were training a fire hose onto her pussy. What was worse, she was actually enjoying it!
A quick move of Jack's arm swept the water up across her tits, then back to her cunt. The sudden move from her pussy made the rising tide of sexual excitement slacken slightly. But the renewed blast shot it up higher than before. Jack was carefully aiming the hose, training it so that the stream wouldn't be painful or damaging-just hard enough to make her shamefully climax in front of all these men.
Once more the hose shot a stream across her belly and onto her tits. Jack turned the hose down, sending the hard spray into the dirt next to her left hip. Gods of thick mud spattered backward in every direction, covering Janet's hair and face with filth. The brunette squealed with disgust, raising her hands and trying to wipe off the mud that was coating her upper body. Jack laughed loudly, then moved the hose back to Janet, washing her off in seconds with the full force of the gushing stream.
"OHHHHHH," the brunette cried as the hose blasted a stream onto her tits now, forcing the rubbery tips up toward her face. Then he moved back to her cunt again, this time the blast opening the flesh around her clit. It felt like a mouth sucking and licking at the top of her cunt-mound. Janet groaned, tensing herself as she tried to hurry her climax.
Janet didn't care what the men thought now. She spread her legs, trying to make as much room for the invading cold stream as possible. She felt the thrill of the blast as it now shot down in front of her snatch, sending a thin clean spray into her asscrack and shithole.
"UNNNNNN," Janet moaned as she felt every no part of her body heat up with lust. She felt the need for sexual release. The top of her pussy was tied up tightly in hard knots of hunger. Her hips rolled and circled in the mud, looking for some last bit of friction to send her sailing over the edge into a hard climax.
"NNNNNNNN," Janet groaned, twisting under the force of that splashing stream as she felt her cunt clench like a fist. She could almost hear the slapping and gnawing of her cuntwalls as they clamped down on nothing but air and cold water. Jack played the icy stream even harder on the woman's snatch. There was another contraction that sent her pitching forward, then sliding down into the soft mud and twisting her muddied ass into the soft, wet dirt. She was moaning like a bitch in heat being fucked, the tearing waves of her orgasm making every muscle in her body tighten and freeze with unspeakable delight;
Janet was completely out of control now. She wanted to shriek and scream like a crazy woman. The water and gut-twisting burst of her climax tightened even her vocal chords. Her shrieks of ecstasy turned into strangled sobs of pleasure. She writhed on the filthy ground, groaning in delightful agony by the incredible climax ripping across her pussy. The sound of the rushing water still playing on her throbbing tits drowned out the laughter and obscene remarks the inmates were making. She rolled over, feeling the stream blasting against the spasming ring around her asshole. Janet choked down her sobs as she felt her breath drawn short by her come. Her head lolled around and around as her climax drained every ounce of strength she had in her body. Suddenly the stream of washing water stopped. Janet pitched face-forward into the mud, sobbing with humiliation and in exhaustion as the final waves of her strange climax swept over her drenched pussy.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Janet felt completely numb after the washing down and her subsequent climax. Jack had thrown down the hose and walked briskly over to her. She felt his strong hands slip around her waist and pull her out of the clinging stickiness of the surrounding black mud. He dragged her over to the barn door and threw her down, wiping the remaining filth off her shuddering body before he backed away and literally threw her to the wolves. Janet pushed herself up with great effort, her still-wet hair hanging in front of her eyes and clinging to her face. She looked like a savage, hunted animal peering at her tormentors as she stared hard at each of the inmates. Her fingers worked automatically, digging at the dirt under her hands as she watched them look uneasily at Jack. They were like the dog before-straining the leash, ready to attack her viciously at the first sign of approval from their leader.
"Enjoy her," Jack said, laughing as he stepped further back and nodded down toward her.
Janet groaned, scooting back on her ass as the inmates fell on her. Months, possibly years without a cunt to fuck drove them all into a frenzied pussy feeding. Janet cried out in horror as she felt a forest of fingers suddenly sliding over her, clawing at her titties; digging at her cunt, pawing her thighs, shoulders, arms, face as they all tried to drag her away to some private comer and spill their pent-up spunk in her. Their heavy, thick rancid breaths filled the air surrounding her, making Janet want to puke with disgust as their faced bent down and touched hers. The brunette shrieked, pushing her hands up and clawing wildly at their flushed, twisted faces. But nothing seemed to discourage them. She raked her nails across more than one set of cheeks, scarring the flesh and drawing blood as shards of skin rolled under her fingernails.
But her violent, futile defense only seemed to encourage the men more. She tilted her head back, sobbing and gagging as she felt a hand shoot up her cunt and start clawing desperately at her slick, sensitive cuntal walls. They were still sore from that violent climax brought on by the irritating stream of water from the fire hose. Soon they were all on her. She could see a jungle of waving stiff cocks sticking out at her. Some of them jerked wildly, puffing out and pulling back while they spat their revolting jizz into her face or onto her writhing body. Janet cried out and choked, closing her eyelids tightly and waving her hands desperately in front of her as she felt the hot, sticky spunk spatter against her skin.
One or two more inmates managed to crawl onto her one at a time, shoving their cocks into her hot cunt and grunting like pigs taking a shit as they rammed several times into her pussy, then fired their loads with cries of delight.
The wild orgy of rape went on for what seemed to Janet like hours. She cried and shrieked, finally collapsing into a sobbing, tired heap of defeat as the last inmate stuck his stiff prick into her cum-filled pussy and shot off.
"Ohhhh, you bastards," Janet hissed, pulling herself across the floor away from the satisfied, exhausted group.
"Still not through with you yet, baby," Jack said, jerking his head down at her in another signal.
Janet groaned, wondering what more they could do to her as two men slipped their hands under her arms and pulled her slowly to her feet. Jack walked over to the door and slid it open, motioning her to follow him as he walked out into the still darkness.
Janet stumbled forward, feeling the loose gravel of the courtyard scraping the tender soles of her feet as she followed the inmate. The evening looked so peaceful. She could hear the sounds of crickets. The lights she'd left on only a few hours before in the house still burned. Everything looked so peaceful and innocent. Janet almost had to force herself to remember that she was living through a nightmare, even though it seemed all she had to do was walk away and everything would be over.
"In there," Jack said, breaking into the brunette's daydream.
Janet shook her head, raising her hands and rubbing her forearms as she tried to drive away the chill of the night air.
"The stable?" Janet asked.
"In," Jack said, reaching back and wrapping his fingers around her forearm. Janet grimaced from the hard grip as she staggered past him into the darkened stable.
As soon as she crossed the threshold, Jack stepped in behind her and flipped on the light.
Immediately she heard whinnying and the stomp of heavy hoofs. It was the mare and her large, shiny black companion, a stallion her father had bought up in Montana during his last trip to that state, "Back 'em out," Jack said to two inmates who just walked into the warm stable.
The two men stopped in front of Janet for a second, turning around and smiling mischievously at her before they proceeded to the stall. Stroking the smooth, rounded shiny black hindquarters of the big stallion, the two men reached into the stall and grabbed him gently by the neck. They pushed backward, coaxing the snorting animal out of his stall.
Janet felt terror raging through her body as she watched the big animal move backward. His muscular sides quivered with each powerful step he took. She felt a sense of overwhelming animal power radiating out of the handsome horse's body as he slowly gave in to the two men.
"Back him out and bring him over here," Jack said as the horse's head finally cleared the edge of his stall.
Janet stepped back against the big inmate as she watched the two men turn the stallion around until he was facing her. The brunette sucked in a deep breath as she saw the huge animal's brown eyes seemingly focus on her quivering body. She saw his long, thick muscles rippling like waves on a wind-whipped lake under his black shiny skin as he plodded slowly toward her. The two men stopped pulling the horse forward when his head was only three feet away from her.
Janet closed her eyes and shook her head slowly back and forth. No. No! They couldn't want to do to her what she was thinking. It'd kill her. She couldn't take anything as big as that.
Janet shuddered, then opened her eyes and looked down at the big animal's cock. It hung like a thick, black wrinkled sausage from between his muscular hindquarters. With every nervous pounding step the big animal took, that dangling, huge cock jiggled and swayed back and forth. The woman turned her head away from the snorting stallion, wrinkling her face up in disgust as she stepped back.
Janet felt her bare, goose-fleshed buttocks brushing up against the bulging front of Jack's Levi's. His big hands were immediately on her thighs, stroking the trembling flesh, edging down and around her pelvis until his calloused fingers were toying with the outer fringes of her cunt hairs. Janet shuddered, then closed her eyes in terror and revulsion. She could still see the image of that horse nervously shivering and stepping back and forth in front of her.
"How'd you like to have something like that between your legs, babe?" Jack asked coldly as he clamped his fingers down on her pussy-hairs, then yanked back and pulled clumps of them out.
"OOWWWWW!" Janet shrieked, jerking forward from the sudden sharp pain. She instinctively lowered her hands and rubbed the sore area Jack had violated. She looked up at the stallion again and saw that her yelling and jerking around was only exciting him more. The two big, black nostrils flared as his large eyeballs focused on the helpless brunette. Janet shivered. Only now did she realize the intent of these men here. This was no scare tactic. They were actually going to make her screw this horse!
"Come on," Jack said thickly, reaching down and grabbing both wrists in one hand. She could feel his iron fingers digging into her tender flesh as he shoved her forward ruthlessly. Janet stumbled along reluctantly, kicking up tiny clouds of dust as she staggered closer and closer toward the stomping animal.
The two men who'd pushed the stallion out of his stall were still rubbing their hands gently over the curved, smooth surface of the big animal's buttocks. Janet looked under the powerful stallion's body. She could see that their caressing actions were having their effect on the horse's cock. It was actually lengthening under their touch. It stretched out the wrinkles until the black, tough cock-skin pulled tighter and tighter.
From the ragged, folded edge of the horse's foreskin, Janet could see something rounded and smooth pushing down slowly. It was shinier than any other part of the snorting stallion's body. The brunette's eyes widened as she watched that thick, meaty cockhead slide past the edge of his foreskin and pop into view. A long, wide slit dripped something hot and opaque onto the dusty floor. Janet shuddered and moaned deep in her throat as she realized the horse was getting sexually excited.
"Oh, please don't!" Janet begged. She sank downward, closing her eyes and letting out a long, high-pitched wail of despair as she felt Jack's hands slide under her arms and drag her back up on her feet again. The brunette could feel the muscles in her legs and shoulders tightening and knotting up as Jack dragged her forward.
"P-p-please," she cried, twisting her head around and looking pleadingly into the big man's eyes.
But Jack already knew what he wanted to do. Roughly he threw Janet down into the dirt. The brunette grunted as she slammed down onto the floor. Janet rolled backward and covered her face with both hands as the big stallion stomped wildly and whinnied in nervous anticipation. She watched as the two men who had been stroking the horse's ass moved around quickly, reaching up and curling their powerful arms around the near-stampeding horse's neck. She watched the big animal shake his powerful head and short in indignation as the two men successfully calmed him down. Her knees spread apart and she felt her body grow limp as Jack walked over to her and stretched his hand down toward her.
"Come on, babe. Don't fight it. It's too late," he said in an almost friendly way.
Janet shook her head violently back and forth, biting down hard on her lower lip while hot, burning tears welled up in her eyes.
"If that's the way you want it," Jack said. He moved quickly, reaching down with both hands and grabbing her roughly around the waist. Janet struggled with all her might, clawing at his face and kicking her bare feet against his ankles. The big inmate only laughed, turning his face away and keeping it that way as the shrieking brunette clawed furiously but helplessly. The two men kept the big stallion steady as Jack dragged the kicking brunette around to the animal's hindquarters. Janet opened her eyes and saw the long, swishing black tail flick back and forth nervously as Jack shoved her down to the ground with one bug push.
"You saw what the guys were doin' to him. You do the same," Jack commanded, stretching his hands down to his crotch and fondling that long, tubular bulge running across his groin and down his leg.
Janet looked up pleadingly at Jack, but saw she'd get no mercy. The brunette could see the two men still holding the big stallion tightly by the neck while they turned and stared hotly at her. Sobbing in revulsion and hatred, Janet lifted her arms. She turned her palms around then pressed them hesitatingly against the smooth, hot horseflesh.
"OHHHHHH!" Janet cried, taking her hands off the smooth skin and tucking her hands under her thighs as the big animal whinnied in surprise. His powerful hind legs stomped back and forth, nearly crushing Janet as she scooted back on the loose dirt of the stable floor. Janet's big tits jounced and swayed lazily across her dirt-streaked chest as she watched the two inmates try to sooth the nervous stallion. Finally the big animal calmed down and Jack indicated with a quick jerk of his head that Janet should go back to her stroking.
The brunette sucked in her lower Up and swallowed hard as she crawled back to the horse's hind legs. Stopping when the hairs of his still nervously swishing tail barely brushed her forehead, Janet reached up and started running her trembling fingers up and down the animal's foreleg. The stallion's tiny hairs tickled her skin as she trailed her hands across the shiny black skin.
"Oh, God," Janet cried, lowering her head until her chin pressed against her chest. The stiff hairs of the stallion's tail dangled in her eyes and against her nose and cheeks. She'd never felt this cheapened and degraded before in her life. How could something horrible as this be happening to her? It was like something out of an appalling nightmare. Her lungs burned as Janet's breath came in increasingly short, sharp gasps. Her body trembled, then swayed gently from side to side as she kept up her slow massaging motions. The brunette opened her eyes slightly, keeping them in a narrow slit as she glanced around the dimly lit stable. Through the blurring, hci tears, Janet could make out Jack's powerful legs, rising from the floor like two big pillars. As she kept on stroking the big horse's thighs, Janet felt a surge of incredible and powerful hatred sweep over her. She could have stuck a knife in his belly if she had one.
"Jesus, babe! You've really got him up!" Jack commented in a surprised voice.
The brunette had been concentrating on her own humiliation and anger and hadn't noticed much else. Shaking her head back and forth, Janet fully opened her eyes and stared between the big animal's black, powerful hind legs. Suddenly she was aware of a definite heat radiating out of the stallion's loins. His round, heavy fuck sacs dangled like two brown coconuts inches above her forehead. Slowly they were screwing up tightly against the fat root of the horse's dick. And that dork! Janet gasped, then snapped her head back until she found herself several feet away from the still-snorting stallion's pounding hoofs. It was fully stretched out, pointing slightly upward at an angle from the animal's heaving belly. He was fully aroused, snorting wildly and stomping around, waiting for something to wrap around that cock. Janet noticed Jack sneering down at her. She'd put off this moment as long as she could. But now it was time for her to put out. The men were waiting for her to screw that horse.
"You'd better slick that dick down before you try anything imagine with it," Jack said, digging his fists into his muscular hips and twisting his thick lips into a more obscene leer than before.
"What?" Janet asked.
"Swing on that cock, babe." Jack said in a thick voice.
Janet knew better than to argue with him. It was utterly useless to plead for mercy. The brunette bit down hard on her lip, then sucked in a deep breath as she silently prayed for strength. Fighting down the desire to vomit, Janet put down her hands and scooted slowly back across the dirt floor until her head was once more under the stallion's hindquarters. Janet sucked in another breath and was almost nauseated by what she smelled. There was the distinct odor of stale piss and shit shooting up her flared nostrils. Turning her head up the brunette could see tiny hairs covering the stallion's swaying nuts. Tentatively reaching up, Janet ran the edges of her fingers lightly across those hairs. She expected to be pounded instantly to death by the big animal's powerful hoofs. In fact, she wanted something like that to happen-anything to end this nightmare. Instead, Janet found the big horse apparently gasping and whinnying approval at what she was doing. Horrified and disgusted, the brunette pushed her head forward further, feeling trapped under the swaying stallion's muscular body.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Slowly Janet opened her mouth and pushed out her tongue. The buttoms of the stallion's balls lightly brushed the top of her head as she reached up with both hands and touched the animal's dork for the first time.
"Hey!" Jack cried out as the horse whinnied. His legs trembled, then pounded wildly about as he jerked his head from left to right.
Janet curled up into a tiny ball, shaking with terror as the inmates struggled to bring the stallion under control. When all the stomping stopped, Janet raised her head and started her actions all over again. Slowly she reached up and touched the animal's hanging, black, leathery dong. This time there were no frenzied stomping or nervous whinnies. Janet saw the big horse's belly quiver at her light touch. In the back she could hear his breathing grow shallow and irregular. But other than that, the big stallion was clam.
"Okay, babe," Jack said.
Janet inhaled deeply, then started running her slender fingers up and down the big horse's hot dork. She could feel the surface growing hotter and hotter as her fingers rubbed the animal up to a coma. The foreskin was still somewhat loose even though the animal's prong was fully hardened and extended. Janet could feel a strong, steady beat rippling through that leather-like trunk running between her fingers as she increased the speed of her teasing strokes.
"Oil him up," Jack ordered, now squatting at the side of the animal and squeezing his cock harder and faster. Janet could see he was fully enjoying this. His eyes were literally dancing in his head and his face was flushed red with excitement as he watched the helpless brunette service the stallion.
"Oh, God," Janet cried as she pushed her hands down toward the thick, glistening, meaty bulb that pulsed with every rush of the stallion's blood. The brunette sobbed one more time, trailing her fingers down the veined, tough surface of the stallion's dong until she could feel the slightly flanged edge of the dickhead. Janet closed her eyes and tilted back her head as she worked her fingers down around that slick, hot bulb.
"Ohhhh," she groaned, grinding her teeth together and setting her jaw tightly in an expression of grim determination. She moved her right forefinger across the slick surface of the horse's dickhead until she felt something warm and sticky trickle over her fingernail. It was a tiny rush of pre-cum oozing out of the piss-slit and sliding across her fingers. Janet felt her pussy quiver with revulsion as she moved the finger around until she could feel the soft edges of the animal's slit resting against her skin. Slowly she slid her finger back and forth, making tiny sawing actions as more and more cock juice flowed out of the gash. The brunette could feel the stallion's dick responding immediately, jerking and twitching hard against her clutching fingers while she continued digging her finger into the slit.
"Come on, honey. Don't take all night. Can't you see he's waitin'? " Jack said.
Janet heard laughter come immediately after he'd spoken. Lowering her head and peering through the trembling forelegs of the stallion, the brunette saw that most of the inmates at her farm had squeezed into the tiny stable. Some were squatting down, others were bending over, sticking their faced forward to get a better look at what she was doing.
"Come on," the others echoed.
Janet burned with shame and humiliation as she pushed her face forward until her nose brushed against the sensitive underside of the animal's dick. The big horse snorted one more time. But this time he didn't move. He wasn't sure exactly what was going on.
"Mmmmmmmn" Janet groaned as she felt her full, red lips come in contact with the disgusting hot, leather cock tissue. She could taste something sour and pungent flow into her mouth, and guessed it was some kind of revolting combination of sweat, piss and shit. She felt the bitter bile flowing upward in her throat and fought hard to force it back down to her belly as she started licking that dick.
"Swing on that dick. Go on, babe, suck that fuckin' horse cock until you make him shoot out his jizz on your tits," Jack said almost hysterically as he watched her licking.
The brunette moved her head down, trailing the tip of her tongue along the touch, hot dick surface until she felt the texture of skin under her lips change. It was smooth and hot. Janet knew now she was licking the stallion's cockhead. Then she was aware of something hot and salty trickling into her mouth. It was his cum, bubbling slowly out of that long gash and filtering down into her throat. The brunette choked out a cry, then grabbed her belly with both hands as she thought she was going to retch.
"Get on your ass and suck that cock," Jack said angrily, reaching forward and pushing her down into the dirt.
Janet cried out in surprise and anger as she fell onto her belly. The loose dirt dug into her cunt and tits as she slowly pushed herself up, then twisted around until she sat on her buttocks. The long, black dick hung down and pointed directly at her upturned snatch.
Janet let out a long sigh, then reached forward and grabbed the big dick between both hands. Sliding down on her ass, she hunched forward until the drooling horse cockhead was directly over her lips. There was no choice. She had to suck it.
"Look at her go!" Jack exclaimed.
Janet had opened her mouth as wide as she could, pushing her face up and closing her eyes at the same time. The brunette felt the hot, meaty surface of the stallion's cockhead slide past her lips and pop into her hot mouth. Janet slackened her jaws as much as possible, drawing back her teeth so as to keep them from digging into the sensitive, tightly-drawn skin. She tried not to gag as the salty, pungent-tasting cum trickled into her mouth and down her throat.
The throbbing veins beat against the brunette's stretched lips as she pushed her mouth higher and higher onto the snorting animal's dick. Tears of shame and hatred welled up in her eyes and spilled over onto her flushed cheeks as the cock slid deeper and deeper into her mouth. Janet tilted back her head, resigned to her fate as she finally felt the animal's hot cockhead banging against the back of her throat. Her head was tilted back and her long, silky brown hair flowed over her trembling shoulder and down her back. With her eyes closed, her mouth was stretched open as wide as possible. Impaling her was a long, hard, hot black rod, jammed down into her mouth and pressing hard against the back of her throat while the thick veins wrapped around that prong throbbed menacingly.
"Suck it, you bitch! Don't just sit there and wait for him to do somethin', " Jack said angrily, kicking the brunette brutally in the thigh.
Janet sobbed again and drew down her head, pressing her full lips against the hot sides of the animal's prong while she dragged her tongue along the hot cock skin. The stallion whinnied again. But this time it was a low, throaty kind of sound. He wasn't startled or nervous now. The animal was obviously in the throes of his own type of ecstasy, wriggling his rounded, muscular buttocks around in tiny, tight circles as Janet sucked him off.
"That's it, babe. I knew you'd love swingin' on that fuckin' dick. Look at her, guys. She's really eatin' it up."
Janet ignored the biting comments, concentrating on anything except what was jammed in her mouth and who was saying what next to her. She tried to think of Chuck, so tender yet passionate. Where was he? What, if anything, had they done to him?
Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden rush of jizz into her throat. Janet's eyes sprang open and bulged out as she felt herself gasping for air. It was as if she were drowning.
"OHHHHHHH!" Janet cried out, pulling back and letting go of the big dick. It swung free, swaying lazily back and forth like a flexible pendulum in front of the gasping woman. She grabbed her throat with both hands, lowering her head and making hard, retching sounds as she fought for breath. Above her the spit-slicked cock jerked and twitched excitedly.
"What's the matter, baby. Too much for you to handle?" Jack sneered.
Janet fought to gain control of her stomach. When she finally managed to catch her breath, she looked up and peered through her long brown hair that hung in disarray in front of her. Jack almost started back. Her eyes glowed like those of a caged animal. She looked like a dirtied wild woman, kneeling there under the groaning animal completely naked, her skin caked with sweat and dirt. Her brown hair looked like a mane, grungy and tangled. It clung to her flushed, sweaty cheeks. This is what she'd been reduced to-something little better than a cave woman.
"Okay, boys. Time for the finish," Jack said, sliding toward the brunette.
"Noooo," Janet cried, raising both hands and clutching protectively at her tits as the big inmate slid up to her. She leaned backward, shaking her head crazily and sobbing wildly as Jack grabbed her hand and pulled it roughly away from her tits. The two men who had held the stallion by the neck earlier, moved quickly up to Jack. Janet screamed and struggled, clawing like an animal at anything that came in reach as they turned her back over on her ass. The big animal towering above her stood peacefully, panting heavily and sweating with nervous excitement as the two men spread Janet's legs apart.
The brunette threw back her head and flickered open her eyes. Her mouth twisted open, emitting a long, low, loud animal-like howl of horror as they slid her under the trembling hindquarters of the big horse. The woman could feel more dirt particles working into her tight asscrack as they dragged her back on the stable floor. Jack moved behind her, sliding his powerful hands under her buttocks and thrusting her body up. At the same time the two men moved their hands from her legs up to her thighs to give their leader better leverage.
"Don't! DON'T! Janet cried as she felt her chin brush against the big animal's underbelly.
The men only ignored her, grunting short, sharp instructions to one another as they pushed Janet's exposed pussy closer and closer to the stallion's dangling dick.
Finally the brunette could feel something brushing against her left inner thigh. She raised her head, brushing her forehead against the horse's heaving belly. She saw that long prong pushing up against her thighs, bouncing along her smooth skin up toward the dark red slit between her legs. Janet's eyes bugged out even more as she felt Jack lower her torso while the two men spread her legs further apart and tilted up her cunt.
"Okay. Stick it in her," Jack said huskily, moving up and resting Janet's trembling back against his knees and upper arms while his hands clamped tightly around her belly. At the same time the two men pushed her up and forward. Janet cried out, tossing her head from side to side as she felt that hot, sticky cockhead press teasingly against her pussylips. The idea that she was about to be fucked by that stallion sickened her. Her mind buzzed frantically as she twisted and writhed helplessly. The smell of the animal's sweaty body; the still ever-present odor of all that stale shit and piss shooting up her nose; the sensation of Jack's powerful body pressed against her back; the feeling of those men's hands wrapped tightly around her widely spread thighs as they shoved her onto that dangling dick; all these sensations whirled wildly in her head as the brunette felt that thick, meaty dickhead peeling back her cuntlips and jamming into her pussy.
"Ohhhhh, don't! In God's name, don't do this to me! OHHHH, PLEASE, P-P-PLEASE!" Janet cried and begged, twisting in agony as her outer lips spread further and further apart. There was a sharp ache suddenly tearing through her groin, making her nipples sputter crazily as she felt that thick head slip past her labia and slids into her hole.
"ARRRGHHHH, N-N-NOOOOO!" Janet shrieked, dangling her head back and feeling a swirl around her in darkening circles as she thought her pussy was ripping apart from the tremendous pressure. Janet begged for unconsciousness. She felt herself sinking into some blessed faint.
"Wake up, bitch!" Jack howled, shaking her violently back and forth.
Janet snapped out of her semi-conscious state, only to feel something hot and big sliding deeper and deeper into her cunt. She stiffened her back, her belly quivering and caving in as she felt her snatch stretching more and more. The brunette knew a woman's pussy was elastic. But this thing shoving and tearing at her snatch walls was unbelievably large.
"God, please, please," she begged, but now her cries were only whimpers. Janet hung limply from the arms of her captor? as they impaled her body on that fleshy stake. Quickly, the brunette's overly stretched pussy swallowed up half of the station's fat dick.
"Let's see how far we can get it up her," Jack said.
The men shifted their positions, now sliding under the softly groaning brunette and actually pushing up on her trembling buttocks. They shoved more inches of the whinnying stallion's cock into Janet's pussy.
"Ohhhhhh, noooo. Don't, you're killing me! Oh, God in heaven, they're killing me!" Janet cried, jerking her legs and rolling her head back and forth as she felt the widening dick almost splitting her in two. She raised her head again and looked at what was happening between her legs. The big stallion's cock was almost three-quarters rammed into her pussy. It stuck out of her stretched cunthole obscenely, throbbing and jerking. Her pussy hairs bristled around that impaling dork while the animal's cockjuice bubbled out from her caressing pussylips and trickled through the jungle of her pubic hairs.
"I think he's shooting," one of the men said,-looking at the stallion's head.
Janet shrieked, hunching her hips down in a quick, sharp, protective motion. She wanted to pull her body off that excited animal.
But the brunette's sudden motion was too little and too late. With a loud, low whinny, the stallion continued dumping his steady, thick load of jizz into the shrieking brunette's pussy.
CHAPTER NINE
"ARRRGHHH! Oh, NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Janet screamed, closing her eyes and shrieking louder with every hot squirt she felt burning into her cuntal walls. She jerked up her hands and covered her face in revolted shame, digging her sharp fingernails into her forehead. She could feel the big stallion's cock throbbing against the stretched inner folds of her cuntlips as more and more animal jizz filled up her cunt. Her body bucked and heaved with every spurt of cum. Soon the brunette felt the big horse's spunk spilling out of her violated hole, trickling through the thick forest of brown, frazzled cuntal hairs and oozing down her thighs. Janet groaned with disgust and a strange sort of relief. It was over. The most horrible thing in her life was finally over. Every muscle in her body went limp as she felt that softening horse's cock sliding slowly out of her cunt. Jack and the two other men were letting her down to the ground.
"Ohhhhh," Janet groaned as she felt the fat, bulbous head slip out from between her labia. Her snatch closed slowly as the men dropped Janet onto the ground, then crawled out from under the animal. Janet painfully dragged herself out from under the stallion's forelegs just as the two men were leading him back into his stall.
"What do we do with her now?" one of the inmates asked as he glanced down at his wristwatch. Even in her painful, distracted state, Janet knew what this meant. They'd had their fill of fun with her. It was getting late. They had to get back to the prison soon or they'd be found missing. -She knew too much. They couldn't trust her. Janet closed her eyes and prayed to God that her death would be a painless one.
"Get her back in the house and dressed," Jack growled as he sneered at the brunette.
Janet staggered to her feet, brushing back her hair and walking toward the opened door before any of the men could touch her. If these were going to be her last minutes, she wanted them to be as controlled and dignified as they could be.
The cool night air felt refreshing after that stilling thick atmosphere in the stable. She shuffled quickly across the courtyard up to the wooden porch of her home. The men were close behind, watching her every move as she opened the door and walked into the brightly-lit living room.
"Chuck!" Janet cried out as she moved quickly up to the center couch. There, lying lengthwise across the large piece of furniture, was Chuck, tightly bound and gagged. She could tell from his large, surprised eyes that he wondered what happened to her.
"Hey, lover boy. Your girl's cunt's a lot bigger now, with that horse-dick stretchin' it out," one of the men said as Janet looked helplessly down at Chuck.
The brunette could have killed him for making that remark.
"Don't believe anything they say. They raped me, then . . . " Janet started to say.
"Save it for later, baby. Get in that bedroom and get dressed," one of the men said, reaching down and pulling Janet roughly off the couch. She groaned as he spun her across the living room floor, letting go and laughing as she staggered hard into the doorway of her bedroom. "I'd fuck you now, but you've got all that horse jizz in ya," the man sneered.
"You bastard!" Janet hissed, turning around and walking quickly into her darkened bedroom. She dressed quickly, throwing a tight-fitting, short, green print dress over her body as she heard the men relating in detail what had happened to her in the barn and stable to Chuck.
When she walked back into the living room she saw that they'd slid Chuck off the couch and propped him against the opened door. Chuck still had the gag on, although the men had untied his legs.
"He came back lookin' for you. We was waitin' for him in here. Jack figured he'd come back into the house for a little pussy," the first man said, motioning impatiently for Janet to follow. They pushed Chuck out onto the porch, dragging the brunette out closely behind him. Waiting in her pickup was Jack.
"Get 'em inside," Jack said, lowering his head and looking out the side window to make sure everything was okay.
"What about the rest of the guys?" the first man asked as he shoved Chuck next to Jack, then pushed Janet in after him.
"They're back at the prison. You got his hands tied good?"
"Like iron," the first man said.
"Shut the fuckin' door, then, and get back before they find you're gone. The guys'll cover for me till I get back," Jack said.
"You sure you can handle it alone?" the first man asked, slamming the truck door shut, then leaning into the cab. Janet thought she'd be able to claw at his face, then spring free and run for help. She took a side look at Jack. He was holding a .38 at her and Chuck.
"I can handle it," he said, reaching down and turning on the engine.
The blue pickup jerked forward, then circled around and headed toward the main road. Janet sat back in the seat, looking out at the peaceful, clear night as the truck bumped along the side road. She wondered what Jack had in mind for them. Looking sideways once more at the grim, set face of the convict, Janet was sure that he'd planned some kind of accident for them. That was why he'd asked her to get dressed. It would look like she and Chuck had gone out for an evening spin. Something happened to the truck. It went out of control, crashed and burned. No one would even guess what really happened. The true story was so incredible, Janet had a hard time believing it even now.
"Too bad I've got to get rid of you, babe," Jack said, his eyes glued on the darkened road ahead as he turned onto the main highway. "You're a damned good fuck, and give good head."
Janet blushed at his remark, feeling her heart pounding with shame as she felt Chuck stirring uneasily next to her.
"But you two know too much. We'll just have to look around and find somebody else to get our dicks into," Jack said as he shifted his position in the seat and stepped on the accelerator.
Janet could have screamed. Instead she sat quietly, racking her brain to think of some way to get out of this. She felt a new surge of strength bolstered by the revenge shoot through her body. The brunette gave a side glance at Chuck and noticed he was staring hard at her, trying to get her attention. Then he moved his eyes down to the floor. At first Janet thought he was making some kind of moral statement to her. She blushed, about to turn her face away from him when she lowered her eyes and saw what he was looking at. It was a screwdriver, rolling back and forth with the unsteady movements of the truck as it swerved rapidly along the winding highway. The occasional beams of light coming in through the windows from a few lights along the road glistened off the long metal shaft.
Janet looked carefully at Jack. He still held the .38 in his right hand pointed at the two of them. But the sudden twisting of the road made it almost impossible for him to keep a close watch on the two captives. Janet slowly lowered her right hand until it crept over the front edge of the seat. Jack was still closely watching the road. From the buildings that whizzed by in the night, the brunette knew they were heading toward the marble quarry down the road. He was probably going to dump the truck with them inside it in there. Quickly she jerked her hand down, closing her fingers around the cool plastic handle and pulling it up against her thigh without attracting any attention from Jack.
Slowly the brunette brought the screwdriver across her lap then down between her and Chuck. Working frantically but always keeping an eye on the inmate, Janet sawed the sharp tip of the screwdriver across the thick, tightly knotted ropes that bound Chuck's wrists together. As the truck sped faster down the highway toward the quarry, Janet could feel the rope fraying under her constant attack. Glancing up at Jack, the brunette saw the quarry sign ahead. She had to work quickly, or all their efforts would be in vain.
"Here we are," Jack said, glancing at the sign, then turning toward Janet.
The brunette quickly repositioned herself as she was originally, burying the screwdriver between hers and Chuck's thighs. The truck lurched to the left as Jack made a right turn. The sound of grinding loose gravel filled the cab of the pickup as they headed slowly toward the pit some thousand yards in front of them.
Janet looked quickly at Jack, satisfied that his attention was once more on the road. She slid her right hand back to the handle of the screwdriver and started cutting at the thick rope once more. Glancing out the front window she could see the white, high wooden fence that ran around the circumference of the granite and marble quarry.
Grunting with satisfaction she felt the ropes give way, freeing Chuck's hands. She pulled the screwdriver away and slid it under her buttocks as Jack started to stop the pickup.
"Well, it's been nice knowin' you. But-"
With lightning moves Chuck jerked his hands forward and clamped them hard onto Jack's. Janet screamed, covering her face as the two powerful men started fighting desperately in the tiny cab. She felt Chuck's feet kick her legs hard as he fought for leverage in his battle with the struggling convict. The two men grunted with effort as the pickup kept rolling forward.
"The truck!" Janet suddenly cried out, realizing finally that they were still moving toward the black hole in front of them.
Chuck jerked his head forward and saw they were only twenty feet away from the fence before them.
"Get the hell out of here," he said in a strained voice.
Frantic with terror, Janet jerked open the door. She pulled herself up off the seat and slid out, crashing to the gravel.
"My God!" Janet cried as she wheeled around and watched the truck suddenly lurch forward. Someone had stepped on the gas pedal. Janet staggered to her feet, watching in horror as the blue pickup traveled quickly toward the high white fence.
"No!" she cried, covering her mouth with both hands as she saw the pickup splinter through the fence and start to go over the edge. Just at that moment Janet saw someone scrambling out of the passenger's door and roll onto the ground. The front of the pickup jerked off the edge of the pit and tilted down. It seemed to be suspended for several seconds before the rear tires left the surface. Janet watched paralyzed as the truck shot off the edge of the quarry and sped downward toward the rocks below. In a few seconds she heard a loud crash, followed by a deafening explosion.
The black night air was suddenly illuminated by a bright, lurid red glare. The flickering light showed the brunette that it was Chuck and not Jack who'd escaped from the rushing truck.
"Oh, God, God," Janet cried out in wild relief, rushing up to the big man and throwing her arms around him as the fire roared below them.
* * *
The big man rolled his hips, his prick pushing against Janet's pussy. His fingers tightened on her shoulders. The brunette moved her pelvis up toward him.
"God, baby. This feels good," Chuck said as the knob of his meaty cock pressed against her clit. Janet sighed happily, feeling the electric charge seeping through her twisting body. She rocked her asscheeks from side to side, directing the end of his dickhead first against one cunt lip, then the other. Her tiny clit rolled under that pressure, sending more heat to her brain and cunt. Janet raised her hands and grabbed at his face, pulling his head against her throat. He sucked and bit at her neck, every nip sending flashes of crazed lust up and down her spine.
"I'm gonna split you apart like that fuckin' horse did."
The words bit into Janet's pride and made her want to throw Chuck off her body, out of her bedroom and out of her life. At the same time there was something brutally exciting about that kind of talk that raised her sexual awareness even more.
Janet rocked her hips forward, sliding the greasy cleft dividing her cunt flesh over his cockhead. She squirmed again, trying to slide onto the thick pillar of cockmeat. But her body seemed too tightly wedged between his body and the groaning bed to move.
The brunette opened her mouth and let out a low moan. Thrusting her thighs forward, Janet centered her cunt over the rounded tip of Chuck's throbbing dork. She rubbed her stiffened nipples against his broad, sweaty, hairy chest. With another low moan, Janet felt his cockhead spread her pussy lips apart, peeling them back as he started his entry.
That was all she needed. When the wide, flared head was still pressing against the outside of her cunt, Janet felt the steamy, belly-filling tension starting to knot up in her gut. She moved her hips from side to side.
Chuck grunted again, thrusting forward and upward. With one quick movement the head of his fat cock popped past the tense, eager ring of her cunthole.
"AHHHHHH!" Janet sighed long and low. She pulled his head close and welded her mouth to his. Her tongue dug wildly into his mouth. She rested on his prick, enjoying the feel of his knob just past the most sensitive part of her cunt. The ridge was stimulating the nerves inside her pussy. She contracted her cunt muscles, milking his dick lightly without moving her thighs one inch.
"Fuck me. Oh, God, your cock feels sooooo good there!" Janet cried, pulling away from him. The rising heat in her cunt made her start to move again. When she arched her back, Chuck pulled his cock outward until the ridge around the knob tugged at her pussy muscles. Each time Janet curled her spine and tried to swallow up more cock, Chuck thrust his cock forward until their groins ground together.
Janet was writhing wildly now. She swiveled on the bed, pressing her ass down against the wrinkled, sweaty sheets at one moment, then jerking her hips up and slamming her fragile body against Chuck's muscular chest and belly. Janet ground her clit against him, enjoying that sensation of stretching filling her cunt. The brunette moaned as the steady beat of his cockhead nudged the slick membranes of her tight-fitting pussy.
"Oh, God, I can't take much more!" Janet cried.
She felt herself stretching thin. She was vibrating inside like a bowstring. She dripped sweat as she felt herself all the way down on his big cock. The brunette moved her ass in circles, feeling Chuck's prick stirring her in sides like a big spoon.
The tension in her gut finally swelled up like a balloon.. Janet dug her sharp fingernails into Chuck's broad shoulders, dragging her nipples across his chest. She pushed up wildly. Her asscheeks flexed, then softened.
"Now, bitch," Chuck growled.
Janet tossed her hips uncontrollably now in time to the rhythmic beat of the big man's embedded prick. Then it happened. The hard, heavy jolt of Chuck's cum blasted against her cuntal walls. Janet wept and struggled, her flailing fists striking the big man as the near-catastrophic waves of orgasm ripped from her cunt and made every muscle in her body spasm. She kicked and clawed at Chuck while he pressed down and flattened her sliding, bucking ass with his jerking body.
"OHHHHHHHHHH," Janet cried. She was all cunt, wet and hot and clenching in every cell of her body. Janet milked at the jerking rod, bouncing up and down like a berserk robot. All she could think of and feel was that cock in her cunt, shooting and hard while his big calloused hands clenched her bouncing ass. Her head dug back into the bed and f her tits jiggled like pudding with the furious blasts of her cuntal explosion. Janet thought her orgasm would go on and on as that big, hard, strong cock stabbing into her finished spilling the heavy load from its fat balls.
"That makes everything a little better, babe?" Chuck asked after the two of them lay quietly together for several minutes.
Janet sighed happily, reaching up and toying with a thick curl of Chuck's hair that clung to his forehead. After Jack and the pickup plunged over the edge of the quarry, the two of them managed to get to a phone and call the police. It wasn't long before the rest of the inmates responsible for what happened to Janet were quietly rounded up at the minimum security prison farm and dispatched to more secure holding areas. For the benefit of all concerned, the exact details of what had taken place on that night were never known. Both Janet and Chuck decided to stay on the farm, hiring regular help instead of utilizing the prison labor her father had depended upon.
"You're gonna need someone around for a while who knows the ropes. You're not much of a business lady," Chuck said, sliding his hands down around Janet's big tits and tweaking her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
The brunette jerked back and giggled, happy that Chuck had decided to stay on. Of course, there was no real doubt in her mind. It was just that he knew all about what happened to her that night. Even though Janet knew Chuck realized she'd been forced to commit all those humiliating and unnatural acts, she felt embarrassed at times when she looked at him. The woman wondered if Chuck had really believed she was forced to fuck that dog and horse.
"I might need somebody like that around here for a long time," Janet sighed happily, curling up next to the big man's body. His hands sad around her waist and draw her closer toward him. His thick lips were sliding across her throat again while his cock was stiffening and pressing against her thigh. Janet drove the doubts out of her mind as she gave into Chuck's sexual insistence. Whatever negative feelings he might have concerning that nightmarish night, Janet was sure she could overcome in time. God only knows, she was sure they'd have plenty of it.
