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 . . .
Debbie Waterfield, the young girl in this book, is the victim of immoral people. A young teenager, 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, she becomes little more than an obedient animal, catering to the whims of her captor. DEGRADED STEPDAUGHTER-the shock-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
"Stop it! Please, please, don't hit me with that thing again!"
"You little whore! I'll teach you to let boys touch you again!"
Debbie Waterfield shrank back from her step-father, the back of one hand covering her mouth while the other was stretched out in front of her little pussy.
"Slut! Nothing but a little slut! That's all you've ever been," the big man murmured drunkenly, wiping spittle from the comers of his mouth. He folded the black leather belt, slapping the loop smartly against his thighs. When Debbie stiffened at that cracking sound, the broad-shouldered man grinned at her idiotically.
"Please, please, nothing happened!" the young teenage blonde wailed, her eyes wide and blurred with tears. Oh, how she wished her mother were here to protect her! But she was in the hospital with a kidney problem, brought on no doubt by the many beatings she'd suffered lately at the hands of her second husband. "He was just here to help me study!" Debbie screamed.
Debbie looked at the mess on the floor . . . scattered papers, notebooks, textbooks, pencils. She and Donnie Beddingfield had been close together at the time her stepfather burst into the living room fresh from the bar, reeking with the stink of stale beer and cigarettes. Ohhh, the things he called her in front of Donnie. And she barely knew the young man. How she blushed with shame as Donnie picked himself up, tried to explain, then shrugged and left the home.
And now her stepfather stood like a huge black specter in front of her, his frame filling the room, pushing her back against the wall. He'd hit her several times across the arms with his belt. And now it appeared as if he were going to continue his beating. She remembered the screams of her mother as they filtered up to her bedroom at night. Now it was her turn to cry out.
"They all say that when somebody catches 'em," he slurred, grinning broadly, revealing his uneven, yellow-stained teeth.
Debbie shivered with terror and revulsion. She felt her shoulder blades and asscheeks press up against the wall. There was nowhere else she could go. Her stepfather had blocked every escape route with his body.
"Now, I'm gonna teach you a lesson ... a lesson you ain't gonna forget. Gonna keep that hot little ass of yours quiet and cool," he muttered, swallowing hard. Debbie watched as her stepfather's eyes grew small and narrow. "I ain't gonna hurt you . . . too much," he added, chuckling, enjoying himself immensely when he saw the growing terror his stepdaughter felt. Jack Burns had always disliked his stepdaughter . . . disliked her and lusted after her the day he married her mother. When she refused to change her name to his, he decided to declare a silent war on the family. He'd put her mother in the hospital with his drunken rages against her supposed "pride." Now he had the daughter alone and he was going to take advantage of it.
Debbie waited for the next blow to come. Maybe then she'd have an opportunity to run around him, into the street, anywhere away from him. !
"Little bitch!"
Jack jerked his free hand out and grabbed her hair suddenly. The blonde teenager screamed, reaching up with both hands and digging her fingernails into his wrists. Debbie heard her stepfather cry out, heard him swear at her and tell her to stop it. But still he didn't let go. Laughing harshly, the big man hauled her away from the wall, pulling her like a sack across the room while the girl shrieked, clawed, and stumbled forward.
"Stop! Owwwww!" Debbie shrieked.
"Fuckin' cunt," he slurred, hauling her around the living room couch. Debbie stumbled over one end table and found herself losing her balance. The pain in her scalp around the roots of her hair was awful. Now she was suspended in mid-air by her hair, her legs kicking about uselessly. Debbie screamed, begging her stepfather to let her go. The big man relaxed his grip, sending the girl crashing to the floor.
"Ohhhh!"
The blonde teen reached up and rubbed her scalp, sobbing quietly. What kind of madness was going on? The room spun dizzingly around her as she tried to regain her bearings. Her stepfather stood some three feet away from her-tall, broad-shouldered, unshaven, grinning down at her, his black greasy hair hanging sloppily over his forehead while saliva flecked his moustache. There was an animalistic look about him now that seemed both so strangely exciting as well as terrifying.
"Gonna pay attention to me now?" he said, his eyes glittering with triumph and power. At this moment, Debbie's eyes dropped to his crotch. He was hard! Oh, God, she could see the tubular outline of his cock pressing against his tight, faded jeans. He was stiff, hard, hot for her. The girl had always suspected her stepfather had a thing for her. But this confirmed it! Debbie felt her throat tighten and dry as she pressed her hands against the thick carpeting and slowly scooted away from the crazed man.
"Yes, yes," she managed to whisper. Oh, if only she could humor him for the moment, humor him and get back to her room. She'd pack fast, get away from this awful man before he really hurt her.
"Yeah, sure," he muttered, wiping his face again. Suddenly, Jack reached down again, grabbing her hair and jerking her close to him. Her mouth struck the side of his boot, the force of that move cracking her lip. Debbie tasted blood as she howled out with terror. Jack growled like an animal-and suddenly the young woman's escape plans evaporated under her growing terror. The horror of what she was now a part of surged through her like electricity.
"Oh, God, help!"
"Shaddup!" Jack barked stepping back and jerking back his right hand. Debbie tensed, seeing the belt swing high over his head. He advanced, letting the girl slide back to the opposite wall. When she lay cringing and moaning, half-covering her face while staring at him in mute terror, he snapped the belt like a whip.
"Ohhhhh!"
Debbie saw his hard-on pressing against his pants. She could make out his dick-head, could see a stain darkening his Levi's just where his bulbous cock-tip throbbed. He stared at her like a sewer rat, hungry, ready to pounce and devour her.
As Debbie trembled, he smiled more broadly, his thick lips pulling back across his teeth. Even as she flattened herself against the wall, tucking her legs under her taut little ass, the big hand came down. She screamed, twisting her head just in time as the belt slashed across the base of her throat.
"Unnghhhh!"
Debbie jerked forward, lying sprawled on the floor as her flesh burned. The force of that blow made her head throb.
"Cunt!"
Jack slipped his boot under her chin and jerked her back up. Debbie cried out as her head struck the wall.
"Please, please, don't . . .oh, God, don't hurt me like you hurt Mama," Debbie pleaded, gasping in lungfuls of air. Sweat rolled down from her forehead while her heart pounded like a triphammer in her chest.
"Don't you ever say that again," Jack threatened hoarsely, his face darkening.
Debbie smelled his foul breath and twisted her head around. Tears of despair filled her eyes. What was he going to do to her? The girl felt this scene was coming to a climax soon. All this terror, all this shoving around was only a prelude to something far more horrible.
"Come on!"
Debbie whimpered. Was he going to rape her? Oh, God, to lose her cherry to her stepfather! And yet this beating, this intimidation had done something to her, had revealed a strange dark force just starting to stir in her mind and body. As odd as it seemed, Debbie started to become aware of a sexual thrill intensified by the fear she felt.
Jack let her cry for a moment, holding her head in both hands. But the excitement in the room built rapidly. He breathed more heavily, slowly moving one hand down to his crotch and rubbing the ominous bulge. He seemed to be considering whether or not to savage her. Then he made up his mind.
"Oh, what are you doing?" the girl wailed, her eyes widening. Jack was unzipping his fly slowly with one hand. Oh, God, he was going to fuck her!
Debbie felt a rush of white-hot fear and excitement flash through her mind and body. Her flesh grew hot and moist while, oddly enough, her pussy started to tighten and throb. What was happening to her? Her face registered the confusion and fear coursing through her mind.
"What do you think? Man, I've been wantin' to fuck you since I married your mama. You don't think I ain't jacked off in the fuckin' bathroom thinkin of that fuckin' little twat of yours?"
Debbie's mouth opened wide in horror at this admission. These past three years had been nothing but a poor joke on her mother!
"Well, now I'm gonna quit just thinkin' about them tits and ass and pussy of yours. I'm gonna find out just what you're like in the sack."
"No, no!"
Debbie tried to scramble to her feet, tried to get away from this awful man. But he was too determined, too strong for her. Jack reached down and shoved her back to the floor while sliding his pants down. She saw in a flash the thick black bush of his cock-hairs, his thick-muscled hairy legs, and a fat cock that looked as if it should swing between the hindquarters of a horse. He was so thick and so long! Jack grinned, observing the girl's obvious surprise over his physical endowment. Debbie could see his coconut-sized balls were taut, riding high, pressing against his fat dick-root. The sour odor from his unwashed crotch made her sick. And yet at the same time, it triggered a strange response in her cunt, making it tight, hot, building an electric thrill that made breathing difficult. For a moment, the girl wanted to reach out and touch it, feel that mass of dick-flesh throbbing between her fingers.
Debbie sobbed, shaking her head back and forth, trying to drive out those devilish thoughts from her mind. This was her stepfather, her mother's husband. How could she be thinking something like that with her mother lying in a hospital bed. The blonde teen pressed her back harder against the wall, her fists clenched and shoved down against the floor. Debbie was dizzy with fright.
Jack shoved his Levi's down to his boot tops. The girl could feel her sweat sticking to her blouse, trickling through her pussy-hairs and wetting down her jeans. Fear tightened her scalp. The young woman felt her flesh crawling.
"Yeah, good fuck. Man, I ain't fucked something as pretty and young like you for a long time."
His words made her shiver with excitement. The young woman felt her cunt dripping with juice, bursting with sexuality, ripe for his picking. When she moved her ass just slightly, Debbie could feel her blood-filled bloated cunt-lips rubbing together. Tiny electric sparks seemed to shoot out from her stiffened clit. Her clothes stuck uncomfortably to her tits and pussy. Her tits swelled her nipples taut, straining against the starchy material of her bra. A spasm jerked through her cunt, making her clit tingle oddly. Ohhhh, how could she be feeling this at this moment? What was wrong with her?
Jack backed up for a second, taking her in with his blazing eyes. He raised his hand over his head. It came down, cutting the shadows on the floor. Debbie screamed, trying to cover her head.
The hand came down on her head, the belt flying away from Jack's fingers and striking a lamp. She moaned, falling to one side. With more obscenities, the big man wrapped his fingers around her hair and, as she groaned, dragged her to the center of the living room.
"Please, please, don't do this," she muttered, too terrified and weak to protest.
"Man, you want this as bad as I do," Jack said, letting the girl go.
"Oh, God, you're going to ... to rape me," she stammered, her eyes wide with terror.
"Man, I'm gonna slip this cock into you so hard you won't piss for a week!"
Debbie cried out and once more tried to escape. But Jack moved quickly, blocking her path, knocking her back to the floor with his knees. In a flash, he was on top of her, his legs pinning hers to the carpeting, his crotch rubbing against hers while his hands pawed her tits. The young woman struggled under him, jerking from side to side, trying at times to roll him off. Ohhh, his weight drove the breath from her lungs. Debbie tried to scratch at his face. But Jack had anticipated that move and pinned her arms down to her sides, threatening her with more belting and slapping if she tried to get away or pull him off. "Ujnghhhhh!"
Debbie shivered, feeling the big man's greasy hot lips pressing against her throat. He was trying to kiss her! She felt his tongue lapping at her neck, going down toward her shoulders then moving back up.
"No, no, I'll bite it off if you . . . mmmmfff!"
Debbie's stepfather shut her up by cementing his mouth tightly to hers. The young woman screamed into his throat, her eyes wide, her lips peeled back. She could feel his teeth scraping against hers while he dry-fucked her. His fingers hurt her tits as they squeezed the resilient flesh through her blouse. He struggled with the buttons, then gave up and ripped the garment from her body. Debbie cried out again, clamping down her teeth on his upper lip.
"Owwww!"
Jack jerked his head up, felt his lip with one hand, glanced at the small amount of blood on his fingers, then slammed his fist down against one side of her skull. Debbie screamed out once and then fell silent. She was hovering between consciousness and unconsciousness, propelled there by the force of that blow.
The big man took advantage of her temporary stupor. He found her bra strap and pulled hard. The girl remained passive for the moment. But when she heard the tearing sound of her halter and felt her big fat tits spring free, Debbie fought through the haze dulling her mind and screamed out again. Her stepfather! No, she couldn't let this horrible thing happen.
"Stop!"
But Jack was too far along to quit now. A bomb falling through the roof couldn't have stopped him. The big man moved his gnarled hands up to her tits, digging his fingers into her soft flesh, flicking his thumbs over her long red nipples. Debbie groaned, rolling her head from side to side, trying to tell herself how awful, how terrible this was. But something inside her was telling the girl another story. Jack's big masculine body was exciting her terribly. Her tits swelled even more while her nipples throbbed maddeningly under his brutal touch. He took the nubbins in both hands and pinched them, rolling them like peas back and forth while working his palms over her tits. Debbie threw her head to one side and let out a strangled cry. Oh, God, what was going on inside her brain? Why was she accepting this man? Why was she turning on, actually hoping he'd go further with his brutal sex-play?
"Just like your old lady . . . man, you love get-tin' knocked around even when you're screamin' your lungs out."
At that point, Jack pulled his hands away from her nipples and dropped his head, still moving his thighs from side to side. The blonde teen could feel Jack's long dick pressing against her jeans, sliding up and down against the thin faded material, heating up her already overheated crotch.
"Gonna suck them tits. Been watchin' 'em all fuckin' year and now I'm gonna suck 'em."
Debbie yelped at the first contact of his mouth over her nipples. She felt his moist warm lips caressing her taut tit-tips . . . felt his tongue slowly circling the surrounding flesh teasingly, making her actually arch her back and offer her tits up to him. Jack saw the reaction and smiled in triumph. He had turned into her lover now. He had made the reluctant blonde teenager give herself freely to him, even to beg him silently to fuck her.
"Yeah, good, hot tits," Jack whispered tightly, dropping his mouth and engulfing one tight nipple completely.
"Ohhhh!"
Debbie wallowed her shoulders against the carpeting, feeling the big man sucking hard until his cheeks caved in. At the same time, he slipped his tongue around and around the nubbin while alternately pinching and rubbing her other nipple.
Debbie thought she was going to piss in her jeans from the growing excitement. She struggled back, moving her hips from side to side, spreading her legs apart and hooking her ankles over her stepfather's while he slurped and sucked at her nipples.
"Ohhhhh, God, God!"
"Hot fuck, baby, hot fuck," Jack muttered, moving his mouth to her other tit and sucking hard. Debbie tried once more to fight off her stepfather. But her resolve to escape had disappeared under her rising sexuality. She had a far stronger force to fight other than her father ... it was herself!
CHAPTER TWO
Debbie twisted under her stepfather, sliding her hips from side to side, groaning as he moved his sucking mouth from one spit-slicked nipple to the other. Ohhh, how hot and hard his dick felt pressing against her dampened crotch panel. He reached around her ass with one hand, fumbling with the buttons and zipper of her jeans. She felt the material loosen around her waist, felt it sliding over her flesh, down, down around her knees. She cried out once more, trying to keep her pants on, shoving her ass hard against the carpeting. But her stepfather's body weight kept her from squirming away.
"Good, baby, good, I'm gonna ream out that tight little pussy of yours . . . gonna find out if you're the goddamned virgin you been screamin' you arc."
"Don't ... oh, don't . . . do . . . this to me," she stammered.
Debbie felt her jeans working lower, sliding over her asscheeks, gathering around her ankles and knees. She felt her stepfather's rough hands working under the elastic waistband of her panties, sliding down over her ass and around to her crotch. Hot flashes of lust shot through her cunt when she felt his fingers begin to caress the silky membranes of her pussy-lips.
"Ohhh, ohhhh!" she cried, the cords of her neck standing out while she closed her eyes and bit down on her lip. He was touching her . . . there, rubbing her cunt-lips together, squeezing the slippery, rubbery edges until creamy foam seeped out and wet down his hands. Debbie hunched back, digging the heels of her feet into the thick carpeting, twisting, thrashing, loving every second of what was happening to her now. Yes, yes, let him do what he wanted to her. All thoughts of her mother, of society's morality faded from her mind. All she could think of was that wonderfully hot and juicy feeling in her crotch.
"Yeah, fuck it out, baby, work that ass around, show me how much you want my dick up your pussy," Jack muttered between his teeth. He was pleased with the way things had turned out. For a second, he thought he'd have to rape his stepdaughter to satisfy the hot throbbing between his legs. But now he watched as she bucked and jerked under his body and saw he'd have to do little to restrain her. From a shrieking victim, the teenager had quickly turned into a sex-hungry maniac.
"Oh, ohhhhhh!"
Jack dipped one finger in her fuck-slot, scraping the slick folds of her cuntal throat with the jagged fingernail. Debbie cried out, her eyelids fluttering open while her legs shot apart. She felt she was all cunt . . . hot, dripping wet pussy wanting something to hold on to, grab, pull in-fuck!
"Fuck you, bitch," Jack muttered, dropping his head back down on her nipples and holding her tightly by the wrists. His teeth tore at her nipples. Debbie cried out again and again, feeling his hair sweep across the bottom of her throat. She felt his sweat dripping from his forehead and chest, running down into her cuntal crack and mixing with her pussy oil. Her thighs flexed voluntarily. Raising her ass high, Debbie pressed her belly against his shirt front.
"Ohhhh, please, please, don't hurt me," she pleaded. Now that Debbie was certain her stepfather was going to fuck her, she thought about all the pain and blood she'd heard went along with the first fuck. Men, she was told, had to be gentle with a woman who had never fucked before. Her stepfather, gentle? Gentle, as he tore at her nipples, pawed her thighs, ripped her garments while hurting her legs with his knees? Ohhhh, he'd probably laugh as he drove his dick through her cherry.
"Hurt? Baby, you're fuckin' beggin' for it. You're wet for it!" Jack gasped.
To illustrate his point, Jack reached between them and slipped his fingers farther down, pinching her bloated cunt-lips together, working more juice out of them until his grip slipped.
"Fuck, you're so hot and wet I can't get a good hold on your cunt," he muttered, going back to her tits and sucking her nipples until the blonde teen thought he would rip them from her tits.
"No, no, you're lying," she panted, unable to catch her breath. But the girl knew he was right. Her flesh burned. Her mind was going wild with all sorts of unnatural thoughts. She wanted his mouth on her thighs, bruising her cruelly. She needed those sharp teeth now scraping her nipples tearing at her clit, sucking on her, making her come and come until she dropped from exhaustion.
"Man, baby, you're hot and good," he repeated, backing away and staring at her. Debbie couldn't control herself any more. She wanted to pull back. The girl cried once, but he wouldn't let her go. He held her wrist with one hand, keeping her fingers away from her crotch while he jammed his palm between her legs, forcing them wider apart, cupping her cuntal mound and pressing the soaked nylon deep into her juicing pussy-crack.
Without thinking, Debbie shoved her hips down, accidentally imbedding her stepfather's thick thumb in her pussy. Jack grunted, satisfied at her sexuality. He shoved his thumb in deeper at a sharp angle, finding her swollen clit and crushing it under his nail.
"Aiyeeeee!" Debbie shrieked. The young woman was thrashing around the floor insanely. The pain and the incredible pleasure nearly knocked her unconscious. She was panting like a dog now, her neck veins distended. She fought to keep back another cry of terrified agony.
Jack pulled his hand away. It slid out of her snatch with a soft, sucking noise.
"Oh, no, no! Oh, God, what am I doing?" Debbie moaned, rolling her head from side to side. Jack was back to her pussy, moving his hand under the elastic legband, purposely toying with the outer edges of her pussy-lips, making her twist her body around trying to better feel his fingers in her cunt.
"You'll find out soon, babe. Gonna loosen you up real nice. Betcha you never thought of makin' it like this."
With those words, Debbie's stepfather reached around, hooking his fingers around the girl's panty waistband, and pulled. Debbie cried out feeling her pussy exposed. But Jack didn't give her a chance to think much about what was happening.
"Oh, no, no, nooo . . . !"
She was naked, stripped. Somehow, her stepfather had managed to peel off her jeans, her panties, leaving her completely exposed. Debbie gasped, jerking her hands over her bare pussy.
"Don't ... oh, wait, ohhhh . . . !"
Jack knocked her hands away, sliding down, down, licking her belly, tonguing her navel, sliding farther and farther down her belly, wetting down every square inch of her white shivering flesh.
Debbie inhaled deeply, feeling as if someone had set fire to her lungs. Jack moved his head from side to side, burrowing deeper between her outer cunt-lips. She felt the hot cuntal juices oozing from the deepest, most secret parts of her slit. The tickling of his sucking was wild and delicate, yet savage. She had never thought it possible that a man would want to put his mouth against her musky little slit. But Jack was enjoying doing what he was doing, growling, mumbling, sliding his tongue in and out of her pussy, sucking at her slick pussy-membranes until she started wiggling her taut little ass back and forth, hunching into his mouth, wishing he would do . . . something, anything else, something that would satisfy that tight-itchy ache throbbing in her cunt. "Ohhhhh!"
Jack was licking deep into her cunt, searching for a hotter place than before. Ohhh, how he made her twist under him, reach up with her body, wish she could somehow help him. Then the girl felt him rimming her cuntal mouth with the tip of his tongue. She stiffened in embarrassed terror. But once more, the thrill of sexual excitement washed over her, blotting any thoughts of self-consciousness away from her mind.
"Ohhhh, no, oh, God, what are you . . . what are you doing?"
"Gonna make you feel real fine," he gasped, drooling.
Jack was exploring her, softening his approach for the moment. He'd always wanted to have her in this position, completely helpless, pinned to the floor, a victim to his every desire. Now he had her, and the crazed man wanted to relish his victory as long as possible. His big fingers cut into the muscles just above her knees. He spread her apart inch by excruciating inch. She felt as if she were already split apart. And yet the tension added to the steady friction of his mouth against her cunt.
Without thinking, Debbie started moving her hips. It would have been impossible for her not to.
She clawed at the carpet and tossed her head from side to side. She felt her hairs tangle around her throat. And then Jack was pushing his head up, kissing her belly. When his hot tongue snaked into her navel, she shivered uncontrollably and dug her nails now into his thick head of hair. No, he wasn't a rapist now. The girl didn't fear him at all! Ohhhh, how she wanted her stepfather now, wanted him with every inch of her thrashing young body and pussy!
Ohhh, how weak she felt. Jack slid back up on top of her, cementing his mouth to hers, kissing her wildly, thrusting his tongue deep down until he was scraping across every inch of her mouth. Debbie felt floods of hot cunt-juice wet her cunt-lips. Her stepfather ran his fingers lightly along the haired-fringes of her cunt-lips. Debbie closed her legs. But his touch brought a moan from deep inside her and she spread them apart, letting him find her clit. He rolled a thumb back and forth until the girl found herself clinging to his neck like a drowning kitten. She was whimpering, begging him with short little grunts ... for what? Debbie didn't know. She'd never been in this position before.
"You like being eaten out like that, baby? You like feelin' my mouth on your cunt?"
Debbie groaned with happiness. She couldn't talk any more. She didn't care what he did. Everything he did was wonderful, made her feel so good and hot! Her breathing was out of control.
"Yeah, you like being bottom girl, gettin' your pussy licked," Jack muttered, rolling her ass up with both hands while he parted her cunt with his tongue and brought her down until the girl heard her soppy cunt-lips fitting over his chin.
"Ohhhhh, God!"
Debbie was high, dizzy, falling through a fiery world of passion. Ohhh, how she felt when his teeth cut along the edges of her inner cunt-lips. She snapped her head from side to side and groaned.
"Uh . . . uhhhh . . . ohhhhhh . . . !"
The gasps tore from her throat. Jack's fingers were rubbing the sensitive places of her thighs. Debbie had gone wild when he sucked her cunt. But now she thought she was going to fly through the roof while he fingered her cunt and sucked it at the same time. Her pussy convulsed, snapping shut on his invading fingers. The young woman was drooling, tossing her head from side to side, barely able to keep conscious. Never before in her life had she imagined something so wonderful could exist. Ohh, how her mother had lied to her about sex being so dirty and unnatural. No, it was the most wonderful, natural thing in the world. The fact that it was her stepfather fucking and sucking her in the middle of the living room didn't bother Debbie now. No! All she could think of were his fingers, those wonderful, caressing fingers and that mouth driving her up the wall.
"Yeah, move it, baby," Jack whispered.
Debbie could hardly keep still enough for the big man to give her enough friction. When the tickle became too teasing, the girl forced herself to quit bucking and thrashing so her stepfather could eat her cunt better while he worked his fingers into her snatch. Ohhh, how wonderful it was when he dug against the soft lining of her cunt, shoving his knuckles against her slick cuntal folds. Debbie felt she no longer had control over her body. She could feel her pussy-muscles tensing, contracting, pulling at Jack's working fingers, trying to actually suck them in. Ohhhh, what kind of madness was this? She felt as if she were coming, coming with a feverish fury. No, no, she didn't want to reach climax this way. It was almost like jerking off. No, in spite of her former fear and revulsion, Debbie now wanted to be fucked . . . fucked by her own stepfather.
"Need dick, eh, baby? Want a real man's cock stuffed up your pussy?"
"Uhhhh . . . !"
"Yeah, honey, I'm gonna shove this prick up your twat 'til you can taste the cum in your goddamned throat!" Jack muttered.
Debbie felt Jack slow down his dry humping and position himself for the fuck. His knees slid forward until they pressed against her firm asscheeks.
The young woman sucked in a deep breath and held it, closing her eyes and praying to God that the pain wouldn't be too bad. She could feel his big, glossy cock-head moving up, up through her wiry pussy-hairs, up toward her cunt-hole.
"Oh, God, God," the girl murmured, feeling his hot and hard rod pressing against her puffy cunt-lips. Jack grunted, closed his eyes and pushed down and forward. Debbie spread her knees farther apart, feeling her pussy-lips flatten back and his throbbing cock-head slip in. Ohhh, God, it was ... it was awful, wonderful, strange!
Debbie threw her head from side to side, clawing at the rug, raking her stepfather's hairy back, going wild as he slipped inch after thick, throbbing inch into her wet pussy. Nothing that big had ever been inside her snatch. Once or twice while in bed, Debbie had dared to slide a finger or two in her pussy and feel around, stroking her clit at the same time, thinking all sorts of dirty, exciting things while she brought herself off. But this, this was something straight out of heaven!
"Hhhhhrrrr! Ohhhh, yesssss!" she hissed between her teeth.
"Yeah, I knew you'd go for it. That little Miss Prissy-Ass routine didn't hold water with me," Jack said, shaking the sweat off his forehead before driving another inch of cock into her slick cunt-hole.
"Oh, fuck, fuck!"
Jack pushed his fingers through her blonde hair, held her face and kissed her violently. Debbie gasped for air, wanting to be violated even more by her stepfather. Jack sensed her need for violence and shoved down hard, pressing his dick-head against her cherry.
"No! Ohhhh!" Debbie cried out, her body stiffening. She opened her eyes and stared with fear at her stepfather. He was smiling down cruelly at her while rocking his thick-muscled hips from side to side. She could feel his rod working around in her tight wet hole, reaming her out, massaging the tense muscles surrounding her cuntal mouth until they gradually relaxed. Then he snapped his hips, pressing his dick-head against her cherry, forcing it to stretch, nearly tearing it apart.
"Fuck, relax, damn it!"
But the old fears of pain and bleeding crashed down on the moaning, twisting girl. Debbie fought back, forgetting about all those wonderful sensations she'd been basking in seconds before. How could she get that awful, fat thing out of her cuntal hole? He was already one third of the way in, his cock shoving hard against her cherry. In a second, he'd rip away her innocence, turn her into a whore.
"No, no, take it out! Oh, God, take it out!" Debbie shrieked, her face turning red while she flailed her fists against her stepfather's chest.
"Fuck you!"
Jack ignored the girl's pleas, shoving forward a third time. "Yahhhhhghhh!"
Debbie screamed, arching her back, digging her shoulders into the carpeting while every muscle of her body stiffened and spasmed. It felt as if someone had driven a steel spike through her pussy, pounding it up to her belly. The young blonde teenager felt her cherry give way to Jack's fat long cock ripping into the sides of her snatch while his fucking dick slid down, down into the dark, velvety lower depths of her pussy.
"Oh, baby, yeah, yeah, just relax, just relax," Jack said, sliding his prick in until he felt her pussy-lips fitting around his cock-root. The big man stayed quiet for a while, stroking the sides of his stepdaughters face, subtly moving his hips from side to side until the girl seemed to come to.
"Oh, wh . . . what happened?"
"Come on, honey, you know fuckin' well what's goin' on," Jack said laughing. "You wanted cock and, man, you got it. How does it feel now?"
Debbie felt as if she were splitting apart. She lay on the floor quietly, breathing heavily but regularly, afraid to move. The throbbing pain that had nearly knocked her unconscious was slowly ebbing. Gradually, the blonde teen was aware of a stuffed feeling, a filled sensation that was far from unpleasant. When Jack began to move his hips around with more intensity, Debbie moved her ass in a counter rhythm.
The big man smiled. His stepdaughter was ready for the final round of fucking.
CHAPTER THREE
Debbie's cunt stretched wide and the ring of pussy-muscles went tight. A shot of pain made the young woman gasp. Would she feel more pain? Debbie thought that after her cherry was torn away everything would be all right.
"Relax . . . man, relax and you'll enjoy this as much as I do."
The young woman bit her lower lip and concentrated on her pussy. At the same time, Jack reached down with one hand and slowly rubbed his fingers around her tight cuntal muscles. Gradually, Debbie felt her cunt slackening, accepting her stepfather's huge donkey-sized dick.
"Ohhh, yes, yes! Oh I feel sooo . . . weird!"
"Man, that's fuckin' good. I like to hear that," he muttered. She felt Jack reaching down, pressing a finger into the squishy mess where her cunt flooded hot juices. He traced around the bottom of her slit, found the tensed, aching muscles that guarded her cuntal mouth. Then Jack let his cock-head rest against the spot he was touching. Ohhhhh, how wonderful, how caressing that touch was, how it helped her relax even further!
Debbie felt his cock slipping around inside her cunt. She dared move her hips now, changing the angle her pussy made with her stepfather's huge dick. He was halfway out of her pussy when her cuntal muscles spasmed and tightened down. Jack gasped, his body shuddering violently.
"Shit, that's somethin' else. I ain't known too many broads hot enough to do that," he commented, smiling down at his stepdaughter. "Just don't try to cut it off."
Debbie could tell her spasm had passed. Her pussy-muscles relaxed, letting go their hold. Jack eased his dick out, then slowly sank it back in, pushing aside the gushing, hot folds of her cunt. He was going slowly, maddeningly slowly.
"Baby, you're fine," Jack whispered, dropping his head and nuzzling his face in the nape of her neck.
In answer to his comment, Debbie moved her hips, feeling his dick-head gouging the walls of her pussy. He was moaning now, touching her asshole, moving his head down to her tits and sucking on her nipples while increasing the speed and intensity of his fucking.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
Debbie felt her pussy-muscles spasm violently. They clamped down on his fat shaft just behind the flared tip. Debbie went wild, tossing her ass around with feverish movements. Jack for a second sounded as if he were strangling. Ohhhh, how she loved that sensation, how she enjoyed feeling her pussy grabbing that fucking rod, milking it while it plowed through her snatch. Rape? The thought flashed through her mind and almost made her laugh. Maybe at the start of this spree her stepfather had been guilty of forcing her. But now the young woman was helping him, encouraging him, begging the older man to fuck her harder.
"Man, can't hold back . . . can't . . . !"
Jack was going wild now. Debbie felt the fury of his fucking increase to a level that nearly hurt her. She bit her lower lip as she felt her nipples grow stiffer. Spasms of lust attacked her belly and pussy.
"Uh . . . uhh . . . uhhh!" Debbie cried out with each fucking thrust. He slammed into her, stretching her young freshly plowed cunt. Multicolored lights popped in front of her as she spun dizzyingly closer and closer toward climax.
"No, no, ohhhh, God, no!"
Debbie was teetering on the brink of climax. She felt that maddening moment getting closer, the time when she'd be inches away from flying off the handle. As Jack rode her, Debbie tightened up, her pussy clutching, grabbing at this hammering cock. The older man groaned as the girl started matching his wild pistoning. They banged over and over, their thighs grinding and hammering together. The cries that now were torn from Debbie's throat were those of greed and wild, sexual hunger.
"Uhhhghhhh!"
Jack's body stiffened then jerked wildly on top of hers. Debbie felt something hot and wet scalding her pussy-walls, burning into them like acid. Ohhh, he was shooting off, spraying his jizz in her hole. That thought drove her over the brink. With a wail of lust and defeat Debbie came.
"Ssshhhhhahihhh!" she hissed. The girl jerked her legs high and flung them around her stepfather, pounding his kidneys with her heels. She held on as he shoved forward, driving his cock deep up her slit, spilling squirt after spurt of his cum into her hole. Debbie thought she was going to die. Her chest was so tight, her mouth so dry, her throat so constricted she could hardly suck in air.
"Yeah, yeah, shit, baby, work it on out," Jack grunted as the girl thrashed and grunted and danced her shivering asscheeks over the carpeting.
Debbie's come was long and agonizingly intense. At times, the blonde teen thought someone was stabbing her in the snatch. But finally the spasms passed and the girl relaxed, feeling every ounce of strength and resistance evaporate from her body.
She didn't know how long the two of them lay together on the floor. Finally, Jack pushed away, grunting, sliding his softened dick from her pussy, searching for his pants that had slid off during the savage fucking.
Now Debbie realized what had happened, saw the evil she'd done to her mother. All the wonder of her first fuck evaporated under the crashing sense of her guilt. Ohhhh, how she deserved to be punished, to be whipped. Automatically, her eyes focused on the belt her stepfather had used on her at the beginning of this sex spree. How she deserved that beating now! And how she wanted it, wanted it almost as badly as she wanted that fucking earlier. No, no, that was sick, perverted. With a strangled gasp, Debbie covered her face with both hands, sitting up, resting her back against one wall. Ohhhh, why didn't her stepfather go back to his bars and leave her alone with this horror?
"Yeah, baby, your old lady's gonna be laid up in the hospital for a long, long time. That means lots of time for you and me to fuck."
The words made Debbie shiver. Alone with her stepfather? She could imagine him coming to her every night, forcing himself on her. And what was worse was the possibility that Debbie would welcome him, open her arms and legs up to him and let him do whatever he pleased. No, no, she couldn't let herself sink that low, couldn't let herself insult her mother that way.
"Please, leave me alone," she said in a soft voice.
"Yeah, sure. You'd better go clean up," Jack said, wiping spit off his moustache with the back of his hand.
The young woman staggered to her feet, bending down and gathering her torn bra, blouse, jeans and panties in both hands. She held them protectively in front of her tits and cunt, walking to the stairs, keeping her eyes focused on her stepfather as he swaggered, actually swaggered to the TV room. Ohhhh, how she hated him. How she loathed his foul breath, his hairy chest and legs. And yet how good he made her feel with his dick. Debbie closed her eyes, resting against the stairway handrail and gathering enough strength to go up to her bedroom. No, no, this couldn't happen again . . . not with him, not in this house! She had to run away, get away from this man until things could somehow straighten themselves out. Her school, friends, mother-she'd have to abandon everything to save her sanity.
With that resolve in mind, Debbie climbed the stairs, dragging her shadow behind her. How good her room looked when she opened the door and stood in the dark.
"Oh, my God, what have I done?" she cried out to no one, slamming and locking the door behind her, dropping her tattered, stained clothing and throwing herself on the bed. Curling her fingers into fists and beating them hard against the mattress, Debbie sobbed hysterically for several minutes until exhaustion blessedly took over and she fell into a deep, satisfying sleep.
The next day Debbie skipped school, calling in and telling the attendance office she had the flu. Her stepfather had already gone off to his construction job in downtown Newark. Now the blonde teen stood dressed by the large front window sipping a glass of milk thoughtfully. Outside, the dawn had turned the snow into small mounds of crystal. The dark slate roofs of the single story homes across the street were trimmed with snow. A gray slush covered the streets and sidewalks. It must have snowed lightly the night before. Of course, she wouldn't have known if an atomic attack had been suffered by the city last night. Thoughts of her first fuck made the blonde shudder. Milk splashed from her glass, wetting down her wrists and fingers.
Debbie sighed and turned from the peaceful suburban scene. Could she actually leave this home, her home? What right did her stepfather have in driving her away? Yet Debbie knew she had to run away at least temporarily until somehow she could straighten out the confusion in her mind. Already she'd packed. The young woman had an aunt in Albany. But with little money, Debbie couldn't afford even a bus ticket. Hitching! As much as she hated the idea of taking a chance on the highway, she saw little chance of anything else to get her out of this place. She couldn't tell her friends she was leaving, couldn't explain to them the reason for her flight. No, this had to be something she did on her own. When she was safe at her aunt's home, she'd call her mother and make up some story to quiet the woman.
"Oh, God!" she sighed, rubbing the cold glass against her forehead. Then shrugging her shoulders, Debbie put down the milk and marched up to her bedroom, slipped on a thick winter jacket, picked up her small tightly packed suitcase and walked away from her home.
For the next two hours, the young woman walked down the crowded streets of outer Newark, heading north toward the string of outerbelt freeways leading to upstate New York. In front of a large shopping center, Debbie put her suitcase down, stood on the curb and began thumbing. Several people stopped during the next hour. But they were going only a few miles away. As time passed, the girl's optimism about successfully picking up a ride dimmed. She grew colder as morning passed into afternoon. Thoughts about returning home popped into her mind and she shook them out. No, she'd rather stand out here all night taking a chance rather than face her horny stepfather one more time.
But her poor success made Debbie desperate. The possibility of her being outside all night slowly began to become a reality. She thought of herself alone and shivering. And what if the police picked her up? Oh, God, what would her stepfather do to her then? Perhaps she could call her aunt and have her uncle drive down and pick her up. It was a desperate plan, but . . .
Just at that point, a large brown van slowed some twenty feet behind her, pulling over to the curb and stopping.
"Hey, need a lift?"
It was a little past three. The skies were graying over, promising more snow. Debbie peered into the darkened van and saw three young men sitting in the front seat. A black cloth hung behind them, separating the rest of the van from the driver's section. Normally, Debbie wouldn't have accepted a ride from these men. But it was getting colder and she was getting more desperate.
"Where are you going?" the second man asked, pushing a skiing hat back and revealing a thick head of blond hair.
"Albany," Debbie said, feeling her heart skipping a beat. They were all so handsome.
"Whew! Well, we're headed that way. Can take you about twenty miles away from it," the black-haired driver called out. At the same time the door opened.
"I'll help you with the bag," the one closest to the passenger door said, stretching out one hand. He's so strong, Debbie thought as he hauled her in.
"Just slip back there, it's less crowded. Name's Jim, by the way . . . Jim Smith. That there's Bill Alworth and Lee Van Deever," the driver said, pointing out his buddies as he shifted back into gear. Debbie mumbled hello, climbing over the front seat, parting the black curtain and settling down on the thickly carpeted floor. She huddled in one corner, sliding the suitcase next to her and using it for an armrest. She sighed with happiness as the van lurched forward and sped north up the highway. Escape! Perhaps not from her own newly discovered sexuality, but at least from the temptation to use it. Maybe at her aunt's home she'd find some peace ... at least some time where she could think out the problems facing her.
With these and other thoughts, the young blonde slowly dozed off. When she awoke some hours later it was dark. They were still going down the highway at a good clip. Bending over, the young woman slid to the back of the van and peered out the rear window. Several headlights shone behind. Debbie wondered what her stepfather was thinking now. Surely he'd come home and found her gone. What would he tell her mother? Well, that was his problem. Soon, she'd be in Albany and could phone her herself.
"Comfy back there?" she heard one of the men shout out. They must have heard her stirring around.
"Yes, thank you. Where are we?" she asked, crawling back toward the front.
"About one hundred miles from Newark," the driver Jim said. At that, Debbie felt the van slowing down, then turning off the highway.
"Where are we going?" she asked, feeling the first sense of nervousness since she hitched. Thoughts about perverted drivers filtered back into her mind.
"Oh, down the road a bit. Lee has a place up here somewhere. We're dropping him off before going on."
"Oh."
The three men picked up her tone of nervousness and started explaining their move a little further. "We play in a band . . . just got back from a gig in New York ... the Village. But ain't much goin' on now, so we're splittin' up for a while. Me and Bill live close by up north ... but Lee there's different."
The three of them laughed strangely and Debbie settled back down, satisfied with the explanation. I can always run, she thought to herself as the van lumbered up the narrow road.
When it stopped again, she heard the engine shut off.
"Come on inside and get warm. We'll get a beer or somethin' and go on," Jim said, pulling back the black drapes.
Debbie shrugged. She thought it would be all right. They seemed like nice people. And if they wanted to take advantage of her, they certainly would have tried something by now.
She stepped from the van and looked around. Tall pines grew almost up to the tiny log cabin's walls. They were in the middle of a forest ... or so it seemed. She could hear nothing but their own breathing. The snow was nearly two feet deep. It covered everything-the cabin, the ground, the sagging tree branches. A full moon silvered the landscape while above thousands of bright stars sparkled against a black sky.
"Come on. It's freezing here," Jim said, rubbing his hands briskly together and running up to the porch.
The others followed, Debbie bringing up the rear. She heard the door open and saw the light flick on. How warm and inviting it seemed. She felt the first pleasant feeling glow through her for a while.
"Oh!"
"Don't worry about him," Jim said, bending down after Lee shut the door behind Debbie, turning on the furnace. A large black and gray German shepherd shot for the tall thickly built blond, his pink tongue hanging out of one corner of his mouth. He jumped on the big man, barking loudly, his dark brown eyes sparkling with good humor.
"I've got some neighbors down the road who look in on Champ here when I'm gone. It's been a month, eh, boy?" He ruffled the dog's fur, hugging him tightly while the others raided the refrigerator. Debbie sat down on a wooden chair and looked around. It was a hunting cabin with few comfortable furnishings. She couldn't believe this was Lee's living quarters.
"Beer?" Bill offered, stretching out one hand.
"No, thank you," she said, growing slightly uncomfortable as the others continued to drink. She sat quietly, listening to their talk about musical gigs that didn't pan out.
After nearly an hour passed, the blonde became anxious, wondering when they were going to get going. The cabin was growing hot. She had taken off her jacket and now slid the long sleeves of her blouse up to her elbows. Bill and Lee were getting drunk and Jim was faring little better. She couldn't imagine them getting on the highway like that. Debbie was about to say something when Jim turned to her and leered.
"How about a little prepayment for the trip to Albany?" he asked, his eyes narrowing while a sly smile crossed his lips.
"What?"
An icy feeling of terror crept across her mind as she shrank back in her chair.
"You heard him," Lee slurred, leaning against the chair his buddy was sitting in.
"Yeah, a little action, you know?" Bill added, rubbing one hand over his crotch while putting his beer on the table.
Debbie's eyes widened. Oh, God, she was in the same position she'd been in yesterday with her stepfather. But this time she was trapped by three men! Behind her, she heard the dog growling.
"Please, I ... I don't . . . don't want to. Please, I have to visit my aunt in . . ."the young woman begged, tears springing to her eyes. Was there no one in the world she could trust?
"Yeah, they all don't wanna. But man stick a hot cock in 'em and they cry 'cause they're so damned hot," Jim said. The others laughed.
"I won't!" she cried, getting up so quickly Debbie knocked the chair over. The German shepherd scrambled to his feet, barking loudly while Debbie grabbed her jacket and shot toward the door.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Hey, man, don't be such an uptight chick," Jim said, running his fingers through his thick head of black hair. Oh, how much he reminded her of her stepfather. And that look in his eyes, that animal hunger that glittered like a strange light as he stuck one hand across the door, barring her escape. Debbie backed away, hugging her jacket, wondering how she could escape. Oh, how stupid she'd been to think she could handle herself hitchhiking.
"Yeah, we figured you out to be a real party girl . . . you know?" Lee said, sniggering while rubbing his fingers thoughtfully across his moustache.
"Sure, man, we figured you to be a real hot chick . . . you know, runnin' around the country like, lookin' for action. Man, we can give it to you. Ain't too many chicks in the city that can say they ain't been satisfied by all three of us," Bill added. He was the largest by far . . . tall, broad-shouldered, square-chinned, looking more like a construction worker than a musician. It was him Debbie was most afraid of. She winced as he started approaching her, drawing her arms closer to her side.
"Hey, that ain't bein' cooperative. Maybe she's the kind who likes a little convincin'," Jim said, his white teeth flashing under his moustache.
"Yeah, the type who screams she's a virgin, 'til you slip your dick in and find out she's as big as the Holland Tunnel," Lee said, laughing loudly.
"Let me go!" Debbie insisted, flushing a deep red. How dare they talk about her like that.
"Hey, man, you ain't goin' nowheres 'til you take care of us," Jim said, his smile fading slowly as he slipped both hands over to his crotch and gathered the faded Levi material between his fingers. The others did the same, closing the circle tightly around the young blonde teenager.
"No, no," Debbie said, her eyes flashing from one to the other. They were after her, wanting her, wanting to fuck her. Oh, God, this was far worse than anything her stepfather had done. "Nooooo!"
Debbie twisted around and bolted for the door. Bill blocked her move, side-stepping and throwing his arms out. Debbie jerked to a halt, her eyes widening as she watched him drop one hand to his crotch and unzip his fly.
"No, no, I won't!"
Debbie screamed as he came at her. She felt one hand slip around her waist, drawing her closer. She could feel his breath on her throat. Oh, God, she had to escape. Twisting one arm free from his grip, she curled her fingers and scratched her nails across his face.
"Aghhhhh!"
Bill jerked back, letting the blonde teen go. Five small rivulets of blood oozed from the marks she made on his cheek. His eyes blazed hatred as he smoothed his fingers over his injured face, turned them around and stared at the blood on their tips. She could hear his breathing increase while the others moved up quickly behind her. Bill was still blocking her escape route to the door.
"Goddamn it, you're gonna pay for this, baby," he muttered, shaking his head from side to side and staring angrily at her.
"Hey, chick, you really blew it this time."
In a second, Debbie felt hands all over her, pulling her away from both the door and Bill. They were tearing at her jacket, stripping it from her shoulders while keeping away from her kicking feet. She flailed out at them, kicking, screaming, calling out for help, doing anything she could to keep them at arm's length.
But they were too strong for her. They laughed at her, kicked her in the legs, jabbed her in the ribs, slapped her ass, pushed and shoved the girl around the room until she was sobbing and crying out in confusion. Everything spun around her. Terror choked off her breathing at times.
"Man, let's strip 'er. Ain't no fun playin' with her like this," Bill said, rubbing his injured cheek, walking up to a small wall mirror and checking out his injury. He glared back at Debbie who was struggling with both men.
"C'mon over to the bed."
She felt two hands slide under her arms and drag her behind the chairs and table in the center of the one-room cabin. Bill moved from the mirror behind the two men, pushing back a tattered drapery separating one section of the room from the other. Debbie twisted her head around and saw a large double bed with a patchwork quilt covering it.
"No, no, no!" The young woman struggled wildly, her eyes bulging out while she kicked futilely at her attackers. Lee was behind her, pinning her arms to her lower back while Jim moved to the front.
"Sure, you want it, baby. Man, I can smell that hot pussy-juice now, can't you, Lee?" he said, reaching down and flipping open the button of the girl's jeans.
"Yeah, good and hot," the young man whispered, dropping his head and nibbling at the blonde teen's neck. Debbie closed her eyes and shivered, gritting her teeth together as she felt Lee grab hold of the zipper tab and pull down all the way.
"Yeah, strip 'er," Bill said, watching angrily behind Lee.
Debbie jerked her head back when Lee pushed his knee into her asscrack, lapping at her neck and throat with his tongue and lips. Lee, meanwhile, had completely opened her Levi's, pushed both hands into the parted halves of her trousers and spread them farther open, shoving them down to her knees. The blonde teen screamed, feeling the cool air striking her naked thigh-flesh.
"Nice panties," Lee commented, his eyes growing wide as he saw the dark patch of cunt-hairs through the thin silky white nylon.
"C'mon, get 'er naked!" Jim said impatiently.
"Stop, oh, God!" Debbie wailed.
"Man, hot enough to bake a cake," Lee said, cupping his hand under her crotch panel and squeezing gently. Debbie's legs shot apart while she sucked in a deep breath. Lee was working the soppy nylon into her fuck-slit, rubbing the silky material around the sensitive lining of her cunt. She moaned involuntarily, feeling her nipples getting good and stiff. The young man's fingers were doing magical things to her pussy.
"Yeah, nice tits, too," Lee said. Jim reached around and unbuttoned the girl's blouse, tearing it from her shoulders, then reached up and unfastened the snap on the back of her bra strap. Debbie felt the halter loosening around her shoulders, then slip off. Flushing bright red, she saw Bill's eyes widen in approval when her big tits fell free and dangled on her chest. She was stripped completely except for her wet panties clinging to her thighs.
"On the bed!" Bill growled.
"No, no," Debbie cried, struggling helplessly in their grip. Jim moved around at the last minute while Lee shoved forward hard. Then all three fell on her, pawing her body, kissing her, sucking her tits, pinching her thighs-until Debbie was screaming in pain.
"Hey, let's all three fuck 'er at the same time," Jim suggested.
"Yeah, probably could get a whole bunch'a cocks in that hole," Bill growled, pushing the others aside while rolling between her legs. Jim and Lee moved to either side of the thrashing young woman while Bill knelt between her thighs, his eyes glittering while he reached up and started pulling down her panties.
Debbie struggled, pushing her ass deep into the mattress. But that technique hadn't worked for her stepfather and it wouldn't work here. Bill curled his fingers around the elastic legbands of her briefs and tugged hard, licking his lips in excitement as her blonde curly pussy-hairs came into view.
"Yeah, yeah," he said, sliding her juice-soaked panties off her ankles. Bill stared hotly at the girl's swollen cunt-lips. Then, reaching down, he spread her lips and entered her cunt. The tangled hair tickled the flesh between his thumb and index fingers. Bill watched as the girl responded to his touch, working her ass frantically across the bed, her tendons sticking out against the flesh of her inner thighs while she panted and sobbed. Ohhh, how wet her pussy and thighs were. And at the big man's light touch Debbie felt a strange hot tingling become more and more intense. She was going out of her mind.
"Ummmm!"
He was jacking her off. He pushed his finger against her clit, rubbing that tiny nubbin until the blonde teenager made sounds as if she were strangling.
At the same time, Lee was kissing her hard on the mouth, drilling his tongue down, down until it was practically in her throat while Jim moved down lower, working on her tits. Debbie was surrounded with cock. She loved the sensation of men all around her, their hands pawing her young body, their tongues laving spit all over her tits, chin and lips. And between her white shivering legs Bill was crouched, moving his fingers wonderfully over her hot, dripping-wet pussy.
"Gonna see how good somethin' hot like you tastes," Bill said, bending down and opening his mouth. Ohhh, he was going to eat her out just like her stepfather had. Just the thought of having a pair of lips moving over her pussy-labes drove her wild. Debbie moaned, throwing herself back and forth on the mattress while Bill closed his lips over her snatch. He took the whole thing inside, his teeth sinking into her fleshy lips while his tongue stuck into her hole as if it were a cock. He sucked on her like a leech, eating her cunt until the blonde was trembling and moaning, twisting her ass up to her face. At the same time, Jim sucked hard on her tits, biting her nipples teasingly then caressing the hard tips with his tongue. Debbie jerked her legs free of the two men on either side of her, scissoring them over Bill's bobbing head. She loved the sensation of his tongue sanding over her clit-shaft. Oh, God, she thought she was going to come right in his mouth.
"Yeah, good," he muttered, sliding back from the writhing girl. "C'mon, let's strip and get down to business," Bill said, unbuttoning his flannel shirt. The others backed away, quickly shedding their clothes. This was the time, Debbie thought, she could get away from them. They were half-naked, thinking of her and trying to get out of their clothes at the same time. She could catch them off-guard, grab her clothes and bolt for the door.
But she was aroused now, weakened by her own sexuality. It happened all over again-the short breath, the tightness in the chest, the dryness of the mouth, her weak knees. She was betrayed by her own body.
"Yeah, good hot pussy!" Lee commented, stepping out of his dirty cotton jockey shorts, revealing a thin nine-inch cock, hard and hot. He scratched his dangling balls, running his fingers through the light blond cock-hairs. The sweet smell of fucking hung like a perfume in the room. The scent of sweat, cum and cunt-juice was like an aphrodisiac to all of them. Debbie couldn't have run even if they backed away and gave her a real chance. She wanted them ... all of them at the same time! Now she could feel the hardness of Jim's body pressing into her as he held her tightly. Debbie didn't try to fool them now. They could all tell she was hot, ready for a fucking, wanting them desperately. She threw her arms around his neck, sobbing hysterically with lust as she felt her hard-tipped tits rubbing over his hairy chest. The girl could feel his dick pushing up against her body just a few inches above her cunt.
"Nooooooo!" the girl moaned as his thick prick-tip suddenly moved up to her hole and shoved in.
"Yeah, fuck 'er good. C'mon, turn 'er around so we can see them tits movin'."
"Doggie style," Jim muttered, pulling out for a second and backing away while he slipped one hand around her waist and moved the reluctant girl around until she was kneeling, her face away from the three men. The young dark-haired man moved back behind her, hooking one arm around her waist while holding onto his hard thick dick with the other. She felt his greasy cock-head rubbing teasingly over her bloated cunt-lips, touching her rubbery juice-slicked labes lightly, then suddenly shoving in, making her snatch-muscles spasm then clamp down hard on his throbbing cock-knob.
"Unnnghhhhh!"
The girl snapped her head from side to side, her long blonde hair whipping over her knuckles. He draped himself over her body, resting his head against the back of her neck, kissing her hard, fingering her hanging tits while slowly fucking her doggie style.
The sensation was weird, almost overpowering.
In this position, Debbie felt his dick scraping hard against the ceiling of her slick fuck-hole. There was constant rubbing pressure against her hot clit. Ohhh, how wonderful getting fucked this way was. She sucked in lungfuls of air, closing her eyes, feeling her flesh crawl with excitement as Jim fucked her harder and faster.
"Man, you think she sucks dick?" Lee asked.
"Find out," Bill suggested, working his fingers slowly over his cock. He wanted the girl all to himself.
"Yeah."
Debbie felt the mattress sagging in front of her. Opening her eyes, she saw a thick six-inch cock erect in front of her. She smelled the slightly sour odor coming from the young man's crotch.
"Suck it, baby. Open your fuckin' mouth and take that mother," Lee growled.
As he spoke, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and jerked up and back, forcing her head up and her mouth open. Debbie didn't have much of a choice. Tears of shame and pain rolling down her cheeks, the blonde teenager felt his dick rubbing against her face, over her closed eyelids, then down, down over her nose, upper lip and finally into her mouth.
"Mggfffffff!"
It was awful. There was a salty, bleachy flavor to the young man's cock. And oh, if only he'd let go of her hair. She thought he was going to tear it from her scalp and snatch her bald.
"Yeah, get that fuckin' tongue movin' around it," Lee gasped, finally loosening his grip on her hair and holding the sides of her skull lightly. He flexed his thighs, moving his cock slowly back and forth, in and out of her sucking mouth. Strings of drool oozed out from the corners of her tightly closed lips. His balls rolled forward, lightly slapping her chin while her cheeks puffed out every time Lee shoved in his big cock.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
Debbie sucked in air with a whistling sound through her nose. She felt the bloated dick-head sliding over her molars, over her tonsils, at times touching the back of her throat. This had to be the ultimate humiliation, the ultimate submission forced on a woman ... to suck a man's cock! The blonde teenager dug her fingernails into the soft mattress, tearing at the material, feeling her mouth stretched almost painfully by the fast oral fucking of Lee's prong.
"Christ, she's good and hot," the blond stud muttered, tightening his grip on her head.
Debbie wiggled her ass teasingly, increasing the friction of Jim's dick in her sucking fuck-hole. While she tongued the cock filling her mouth, the young woman concentrated also on the dick reaming out her snatch. Jim was going crazy behind her, holding tightly onto her body his powerful thick muscled hips jerking up and down, sending his shaft spearing into her musky hole faster and faster. "Nnnghhhh!"
Debbie felt his thick long rod shoving fast into her in short, jerky strokes. Oh, God, was he going to come in her that fast? She was just getting warmed up. Oh, no, he couldn't leave her high and dry like that. The girl felt her pulse racing, felt her heart beating so hard she thought she was going to have a cardiac arrest at any second. And oohhh, all the time his shaft rubbed crazily against her clit, pushing it down into the tender, moist surrounding flesh, rubbing her little clit until the girl felt herself very close to popping off.
"Man, give it to her," Bill encouraged.
"Can't stop!" Jim cried, closing his eyes, his face wincing as if he were in pain.
"Shoot it man!" Lee whispered hoarsely, his face streaked with sweat. The big man slowed down his mouth-fucking, studying his fucking buddy, watching the girl's ass bob up and down, gobbling up the blond stud's dick. He could feel the teenager's tongue going wild around his rod. Yes, the girl was hot, eager, curious, willing to try anything right now.
Debbie heard Jim's pants and gasps and let him do what he pleased. She felt the dark-haired man's dick-head sliding easily back and forth on the thick film of oil and frothy cuntal juice. "Shiiiitt!"
Jim cried out, digging his fingertips hard into the girl's side until they left long red marks on her flesh. Debbie cried as she pushed her ass back. Ohhhh, she wished he weren't going to come. And yet there was Bill standing behind him, ready to take over. What did it matter who was inside her? Debbie could only think of how wonderful it was going to be to climax, to feel her cuntal walls buckling with heat, sucking, milking the dick inside her when her climax roared through her confused mind.
"Now!" he shouted. Jim pushed his rod as far up the girl's pussy as he could get it. His nuts squeezed and cut loose, pumping thick creamy knots of spunk into Debbie's snatch.
"Mmmmmfff!" the girl cried, her grunts and screams muffled by Lee's mouth-fucking dick. She wiggled her ass, rubbing her clit over Jim's dick. More and more jizz filled her snatch until some of it ran out and trickled down her thighs. Yes, more cum, more spunk . . . Debbie needed it! And when she felt the young man shiver then slide off her, the girl knew more was on the way.
CHAPTER FIVE
"C'mon, Bill, I'll shoot off while you fuck 'er," Lee said, keeping his cock from sliding in and out of Debbie's mouth until his partner got into position.
"Ain't had sloppy seconds for a long time," he said thoughtfully, glancing down at her tangled cunt-hairs and the thin river of cum oozing from her slit. "But guess I don't care much. We been pals a long time, shared more than this," he said, looking up and grinning at Jim who was rubbing his fingers over his soft cock.
"Yeah," the young dark-haired stud agreed.
"Then take this dick, honey, take it you goddamned little bitch."
Debbie felt him shove his rod deep into her fuck-hole with no ceremony. His tight-skinned cock slid in easily on a film of his buddy's cum mixed with Debbie's pussy-juice. His own fuck-oil was running thick, slicking down his shaft and greasing down the thick head of his cock. Bill threw his head back while his hairy ass shoved down quickly, feeding his prick in and out of the girl's eager pussy.
Debbie could smell his pussy-soaked cock. Ohhh, she was sucking Lee's dick eagerly now, gobbling it up as if she were a starving woman and this was a banquet. The girl could taste more cum washing around in her mouth. The salty flavor oozed down her throat, making her swallow hard, making her hunch back wildly to Bill's powerful thrusts. He was more brutal than Jim, totally in control, digging his callused fingertips into her flesh and kneading it painfully while pounding her cunt with his groin.
"Mmmmmffff!"
Debbie's cunt was flaming with lust. While she sucked one guy, she felt the other going nuts behind her. The blonde teen felt Bill's dick getting longer, thicker, hotter, ballooning out, jerking in the slick darkness of her pussy.
"Christ, this number's better 'n the whores I've had in the city," Bill commented, reaching around and grabbing hold of the teen's swinging tits. Debbie cried out with pain as she felt him pinching the tips hard between his fingers. She felt chilly flashes of sexual heat tear through her cunt. Her flesh sang with sexuality.
"Mmmmmmm!"
"Man, I can't hold back any more," Lee said in a strangled voice, his head hanging back while he pumped his dick-meat harder and faster into her sucking mouth. And then the girl felt Bill's dick hit the load of cum from Jim's cock. Ohhh, how this one's thickness and hardness thrilled her pussy-walls. He fucked her like some crazy animal, reaming her out, getting her hot enough to hunch back against him, hot enough to make her pussy-muscles tighten around the shaft of his dick and hold on hard.
"Can't stop now, can't stop . . . !" Lee cried, his head shuddering while his chest heaved mightily up and down.
"Cut it loose! Fill her fuckin' mouth with your goddamned jizz!"
Bill grunted other obscenities in her ear while he shoved his rod deep into her fuck-hole.
"Mannnnn!"
There was a sudden increase in the bleachy flavor of cum in her mouth. Then the girl realized Lee was coming, blowing off in her mouth. His body shivered, swaying drunkenly from side to side while his fingers worked over the sides of her head. He shoved forward one more time, burying the full length of his spurting dick all the way in her mouth. His balls jiggled over her chin while the hairs surrounding his cock-root tickled her nostrils. Debbie sucked in air desperately through her nose to keep from suffocating. More and more squirts of jizz shot down her throat. Finally, the cum slackened and ended, Lee pulling out, wiping the tip of his softening cock over her lips.
Bill smiled, shaking the sweat off his face, fucking the wild girl faster and harder. His strokes became longer, deeper, more animal-like. Debbie tightened up her cunt-walls, squeezing Bill's dick more intensely. She could feel his fat cock-head as it worked its way down into her hole. And then the tremors began deep in her cunt, rippling quickly up to her clit. It was the climax she'd been waiting for, the orgasm of the century.
"Ohhhhhhh!" the young woman cried, her mouth free of prick for the first time. She spat out the mixture of cum and spit onto the mattress, sucking in air through her mouth, wiggling her ass back and forth, nearly sliding off Bill's stiff, throbbing rod, going wild as her pussy-walls spasmed violently.
"Fuck, comin'!" Bill cried. "Ohhhhh, ohhhhhhh!"
Bill grabbed the girl's thighs hard and fell forward, hammering his dick in and out like a triphammer. Debbie closed her eyes tightly, her mouth opening as she gasped for air. The knot in her belly slipped a little, then unravelled completely. Hot flashes tore through her snatch as the fiery sensation of climax exploded in her pussy.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!"
She felt a load of jizz blast into her pussy. Ohhh, how wonderfully painful it was for her hot, sore, stretched cunt to come now. The orgasm was so intense, Debbie nearly passed out. Her clit throbbed and beat until she thought her heart would stop. As the cum shot into her snatch, the young woman gasped for air. Oh, Lord, this come was more intense than her first time with her stepfather. What had happened to her?
"Un-fuckin' believable," Bill panted, reaching down and rubbing his fingers around her slick cunt-lips. He wiped his face with the back of one hand while he caressed her asshole and fuck-slot with the other.
"Yeah, she's a regular bottomless pit," Jim agreed, smiling sleepily at his buddy.
"You wanna fuck again, baby? You wanna get a lotta cock-meat into you?" Bill asked, slowly pulling his dick from Debbie's slackening cunt.
The blonde girl shivered, feeling her pussy-walls close in behind his retreating cock-head. She lowered her head until her brow touched the mattress, her shoulder blades jutting outward while her elbows sagged. No, no, she couldn't face them, couldn't admit to the failings of her own morality.
"No, no, oh, God, please just take me back to the highway and . . . and let me get back," Debbie moaned, hiding her embarrassed face in the pillow.
"No way, babe," Bill said, glancing at his buddies and saw they agreed with him. "We wanna see just how hot you are."
Debbie collapsed completely on the bed. She heard them shuffling away, closing the tattered drape behind the bed. They were drinking some more, laughing about her, talking about the way she sucked, about the way she fucked. Debbie realized she was the best amusement they'd had after a bad year with women and jobs.
"Oh, God, God," the girl moaned, twisting around, staring up at the dirty ceiling, covering her shivering body with the quilt that had been knocked off during their wild sex play. What a horror! And she'd encouraged them, loved what had happened to her.
"Oh, what have I done?" she asked herself out loud, covering her eyes with one arm and choking back sobs of remorse and guilt. The taste of Lee's jizz still clung to the roof of her mouth and tongue.
Her pussy was moist with the spunk from Bill's and Jim's dicks. What kind of slut had she turned into? Only two nights ago she'd been innocent, a virgin, completely untouched. And now she had more experience than the most slovenly whore at her school!
Debbie didn't know how long she'd lain in bed, feeling more dead than alive. Images of what happened darted in and out of her mind as she slipped into a light sleep. Fucked . . . fucked and sucked in the most foul way! She had tried to escape from her stepfather, his foul desires, and from herself. And instead, Debbie had run to a place where it appeared her darkest lusts would be appeased.
"Oh!"
The sound of the drapes shooting back snapped her from her light sleep. She could tell from the way they swayed and from the way they smelled that the three men had been drinking heavily. They wore only their Levi's and smiled greasily at her. Gasping, the young woman grabbed the quilt and pushed it nervously against her chin.
"We wanna see just how far a little hot number like you's gonna go."
Debbie glanced with horror at Bill. He held an open can of beer and leered at her. The others were behind him, also staring laughingly at her.
"Wh . . . what are you going to do?" she stammered, afraid for her life.
"Don't worry. You ain't gonna get hurt . . . much," Bill said, throwing the beer can to one side and grabbing the quilt. He tore it from the bed, exposing the girl's naked body. "Man, you smell like an old crotch," he said, wrinkling up his nose and laughing. Debbie flushed deep red.
"Oh!"
The big man grabbed her wrist and hauled her from the bed. Debbie stumbled after him, crying out, pulling back, realizing there was little she could do to stop whatever they had planned for her.
When she entered the large room, the young teenager saw the German shepherd standing by the table, his large bushy tail wagging slowly from side to side. At first, Debbie thought nothing of this, more frightened of the men surrounding her. She shrugged her shoulders forward, covering her tits and cunt as best she could, feeling terribly exposed and vulnerable.
"Got a friend who wants to meet you," Bill said, glancing down at the animal.
"What?"
"You know, meet you," Bill repeated, smiling. "You liked to fuck doggie style. Well, now you're gonna do it with a real mutt."
Debbie looked with disbelief at the men. Were they kidding? She stared at the dog, now seeing him in a different light. Did they really think they were going to make her take on . . . him?
"Come on, baby, down on hands and knees . . . you know, just like you did with me," Bill said. The others sat back down around the table, putting their feet on the top and drinking their beer while they smiled at what was going on in front of them.
"No, oh, please, God, not . . . not this!"
Horror ran through her mind. What kind of awful things were they putting her through? She shook her head in disbelief, putting her hands to her forehead and fighting back the sobs. They were crazy and drunk. No, she couldn't let them do this to her.
"I won't! You'll have to kill me before ..."
Bill advanced, his face growing somber, almost murderous. Debbie's eyes widened as she backed away, her ass touching the wall. It was the scene with her stepfather all over again ... a man advancing on her, wanting to force his cock on her. As terrible as this was, Debbie felt her pussy tighten, grow wet, wash out the cum still lodged in her hole.
"Come here, baby, come here and do what I say or I'll beat the shit outta you," Bill growled threateningly, his big fingers closing into two hamhock fists.
"No, no," the girl whimpered, her defiance growing weaker under the big man's hard gaze.
No, she couldn't let. herself fall like this, do something with . . .oh, with a dog.
Bill grew tired of waiting and jerked out one hand, wrapping his fingers around her wrist and pulling her across the room. Debbie stumbled over the animal, pitching forward, finally crashing to the floor.
"Ohhhhh!"
Tiny splinters from the dirty floorboards pierced her flesh as she slid past the table and chairs, rolling onto her back.
"Go on, get'er, boy," Bill said, slapping both hands together.
The German shepherd moved behind her, barking and panting, his tail wagging back and forth while his cock started to grow rigid and edge out of its furry sheath.
"Oh, no, no, I . . . won't," she muttered between her clenched teeth. The young woman raised herself up on her elbows, shaking her head, watching as the big dog lowered his head and glowered at her. Shivers ran up and down her spine, making her skin pucker up with goose flesh. He approached her, his wolf-like eyes narrowing, making her think she was about to have her throat torn out.
"Oh, God, help!" Debbie cried, twisting her head around and looking pleadingly at the three men now sitting casually around the table drinking their beer. But she could see there would be no help coming from that quarter.
The German shepherd stopped at her feet, opened his powerful mouth and started licking at her toes. At the first wet touch the girl screamed, jerking her legs apart. She scooted away from the animal, her hands slipping along the dirty floor while her terror-stricken eyes focused on the tracking animal. Debbie looked desperately around for something to grab, something to hit the animal with to keep him away.
"Nooooo!"
The dog moved in once more, slobbering his tongue over her crawling flesh.
"Oh, come on, baby, enjoy it. You know you ain't gonna get away from here 'til we seen some action," Lee said, crushing an empty beer can with one hand and tossing it in a corner.
Debbie tried to kick the animal away, shout at it, wave her fists at it. But Champ pursued her relentlessly around the small room, his head down, his tail between his hindquarters now, his tongue hanging from one side of his mouth with saliva dripping from it.
"No, no."
Her cries were weaker now. The horror of what was happening faded somehow from her mind. The terror had triggered another, more powerful feeling in her mind, making her pussy hot, tight, wet, achy once more. Bill was right. She was a slut, a whore, something that could find no satisfaction. And now an animal ... a goddamned animal tracking her as if she were his prey ... or his mate!
"Oh, God, go away!" the girl cried. And yet the blonde teen felt a strange hot wetness radiate over her cuntal mound. He was licking the soft flesh behind her knees, making her thighs ripple with tension and excitement. Debbie closed her eyes and set her jaw firmly, the cords sticking out from her neck as she tried to ignore the rising fever in her pussy. But still her hot, tight fuck-slit was throbbing, pulsing with tension and anticipation. She could hear the men laughing at her, encouraging the animal to attack her.
"Ohhhhh!"
Debbie felt her clit growing stiff, beating out a familiar rhythm of sexual excitement. Her pussy-muscles were cramping, forcing her pussy-lips to wink shut. That same lush, swampy feeling she'd felt with the men and her stepfather returned once more. And this time it was with Champ.
"I can't ... do this!" she said, shaking her head from side to side slowly. If only she could get away . . . away from the dog, from the men, from herself! But the dog wouldn't let her go, licking at her ankles and calves persistently, his dark brown eyes always trained on her. Once Debbie raised one leg and kicked back at the animal. But the shepherd ducked, moving around, then darting in front to take advantage of the girl's position. Oh, God, he looked like something straight from hell. His eyes seemed to glow while his white fangs glistened. She felt his breath against her legs, against her thighs. "Oh!"
He pounced now, his toenails digging into her upper thighs. Was he going to rip her to shreds? The young woman felt a thrill of terrified excitement when the animal dropped his head once more, moving up, up toward her fuck-slit. Debbie didn't dare move a muscle now. He was well between her legs, close enough to tear up her pussy or rip out her throat.
"Don't worry, babe. He ain't gonna hurtcha as long as you cooperate," Bill slurred, opening another can of beer.
"Go on, lick'er off," Lee said.
Debbie watched as the dog's pointed snout edged closer and closer to her pussy-thicket. She felt his soft doggie-fur tickle the insides of her thighs. Already the girl could feel his breath tickling through her cuntal hair, making her pussy-lips convulse with tension. Debbie sucked in more air desperately.
Then it happened. Champ shoved forward after sniffing the air between his nose and her snatch.
She stiffened, snapping her head back as the pressure and coldness of the animal's nose made her snatch convulse. Oh, God, if only she could find the courage and strength to pull away. But her body felt strangely heavy. Every move she made was an effort. It seemed so much easier just to lie there and wait for the dog to make the next move. "Ohhhhhhh, God!"
The German shepherd moved down slightly, opening his maw and twisting his head to one side. He started licking her lightly, touching her upper inner thighs, pushing his tongue against the bottom junction of her cuntal lips. The young woman heard him slurping up her cunt-juice, drinking in the pungent fuck-oil while growling deeply.
"Please, p-p-please ..."
The horror had begun. Whatever she might have thought at her stepfather's home, this event and those to follow would be far worse.
CHAPTER SIX
Debbie moaned as the animal's snout drove into her hot hole. Oh, God, if only she could find the strength to roll away. She heaved to one side, digging her nails as best she could into the wooden floor and moving several inches away. But Champ pursued, growling all the way, burying his maw once more in her cuntal thicket. The blonde teenager cried out, grinding her teeth together, shutting her eyes tight, trying to drive out the thought that a large animal was between her legs licking her, screwing his tongue into her snatch.
"Oh, God! Oh, God in heaven!" Debbie cried, sucking in another ragged breath. When would this be over?
Then the German shepherd moved down slightly, opening his mouth and twisting his powerful head around. Debbie felt his teeth scraping over her thighs. He opened his mouth, drawing back a little and nipping at her flesh. The young woman cried out, her eyes fluttering open while she shoved down at the animal. Oh, he was going to kill her, tear out her throat just as she'd feared.
"No, no, get away, oh, God!" Debbie screamed, finding the strength to jerk her legs away and tuck them under her ass. She staggered up and stumbled toward the door, her hands outstretched. The animal barked and ran after her, his head tilted up, ears pinned back, teeth bared.
"Get'er," Bill shouted.
"No, no, noooo!" Debbie's fingers wrapped around the doorknob and she pulled without success. The lock! Oh, God, she was trapped. "Lemme out!" the young woman screamed, clenching her fingers into two fists and beating like a madwoman on the door. Below her, Champ circled menacingly, barking loudly, worming between her legs, nipping at her ankles, making her dance about the doorway and slap downward, screaming for help.
"Just sit back and enjoy it, baby," Bill said, taking another long swig of his beer and grinning sheepishly at the desperate girl.
"Yeah, ol' Champ here's been with a couple of girls. He likes'em to be a little stand-offish at first," Lee agreed.
"Oh, God," Debbie moaned, turning around and looking around for somewhere to run. The men only shifted their positions in their chairs, drinking their beer, grinning like fools while she fought for her life! "Ow!" Champ bit a little too hard on her right ankle, nearly piercing the flesh. Debbie screamed loudly, stumbled and fell back onto the floor.
Curling into a tight ball, the blonde teenager kicked out her hands and feet, trying anything to keep the approaching animal away from her. But Champ ducked, careful to avoid her legs, moving in. His growling increased. Debbie stopped her hysterical moves and lay on her ass, her eyes focused on the big dog. He rushed in, head dropped, tongue lolling out of one corner of his mouth.
"Nooooo!"
Covering her face with both hands, she turned over on her belly. The dog was mad. He'd surely kill her now.
But the German shepherd had other plans for the young woman. He jumped on her ass, making Debbie cry out. But the animal realized she was terror-stricken and stood atop her without making a move for several minutes, letting her calm down. Slowly, Debbie regained some of her senses. She felt a wave of hopeless despair wash over her. No, there was nothing she could do to prevent the dog from fucking her. That desperate attempt at escape was silly. The big animal had only run after her and nearly hurt her. "Ummmmm!"
Champ accurately measured the time when Debbie would be most receptive to his lapping moves. The pressure of his cold nose against her ass made the blonde teen cry out with a mixture of delight and nervousness. Champ snapped, backing down between her legs and dropping his head between her thighs, nudging in an upward position. Debbie knew what he wanted and rolled over.
"Man, he's got the little bitch trained," Lee said, impressed by what he saw.
Debbie lay there, legs spread widely apart, torso propped up on her elbows while she watched the animal start his licking spree. He slathered her inner thighs with his long, dark-pink tongue. A lush heat began to spread over her cunt and belly. Debbie groaned, letting her head fall back. She moved her hands up her body and squeezed her swollen tits, rubbing her fingertips over her nipples. She was actually exciting herself, giving in to the animal's wonderful tongue. Yes, yes, it was wonderful ... it was the best thing that had happened to her here. Champ didn't want to hurt or humiliate her. He had his own needs. All he wanted to do was satisfy them. There was something wonderfully straightforward and honest about that, something that appealed to Debbie. Quickly, she began to enjoy what the German shepherd was doing to her cunt. "Ohhh!"
How strange it was to have heat and coolness over her belly and cunt at the same time. The heat came from her own sexual furnace, stoked to an explosive heat by the animal's consistent licking. The coolness came from the evaporation of the dog's spit as more and more doggie-saliva dripped onto her red, puffy pussy-flaps.
Champ growled again, moving his snout out of her hole, then pushing it back in, twisting his head from side to side, actually trying to screw his maw into her hole.
Debbie dragged her knees up to her belly, feeling them sag apart, giving the shepherd more room to lick her off.
"NNnnnnghh!"
Debbie glanced down, watching the dog's tongue slather in and out of her hole. The girl saw her blonde pussy-hairs sticking together with doggie-spit, plastered against the hot red flesh of her cunt-lips. Her skin glistened with the animal's hot saliva. Ohhh, she was covered with it, bathed in it! Debbie shivered, tossing her head around, feeling her long blonde hair splash across her face and throat. How horrible. And yet how great it was to feel his tongue sliding regularly in between her cunt-lips, peeling them back and gliding into her hole to caress the inner slick folds of her cunt. "Ohhhhh!"
Debbie sank back onto the floor. Her fingers clawed at the dirty wood while her ass moved back and forth. She rocked to one side, then to the other, scraping first one cunt-lip then the other against Champ's fangs. The girl moaned loudly, feeling his long sharp teeth gently cutting against her snatch. Spittle oozed down from her twat, oozing into her shitter. The blonde teen opened her mouth to cry out. But it was as if her vocal cords were paralyzed. Every muscle in her body tensed and pulled as the German shepherd shoved his furry snout farther into her pussy.
"Oh, God, th . . . there, there!" Debbie cried, kicking one leg in the air as a particularly strong spasm shot through her pussy. Champ was scraping the furry top of his muzzle against her clit. It was wonderful. Debbie felt she was sailing off the floor, floating in a brightly colored world of orgasm.
"Oh, no, nooooo, don't stop!"
Debbie was begging the animal shamelessly to keep on licking her clit, to keep on rubbing his snout against her red-hot clit-shaft. But the big dog directed his licking elsewhere. The blonde teen felt his tongue sliding down her buttocks, worming into her tight asscrack, actually caress the pink wrinkled flesh of her shitter. Debbie jerked one hand down to her ass and shoved the dog's head away. No, no, she couldn't get much pleasure from his licking that way!
Champ growled in confusion, then moved back to her good-tasting juicy slit.
"Ahhhhh!" Debbie cried with satisfaction, a gentle smile crossing her face. She felt his tongue skewering her pussy, scooping out gobs of cunt-juice then stabbing back into her swampy cunt-hole. The girl went crazy, thrashing on the floor, her arms and legs kicking out while the dog pursued her, keeping his forepaws placed on her thighs, letting her go wild for a moment, then settling back down between her shivering legs and continuing to lap up her flowing fuck-sauces.
"Man, when she gonna make it? Fuck, I thought she'd pop off by now!" Lee commented.
"Hey, man, when she comes, the fuckin' ceiling's gonna crash in," Bill said.
"Ohhhhh, God!"
Champ changed his tactics, pulling back his head, twisting around, opening his mouth and sinking his fangs gently into the bulging tendon between her snatch and thigh. That light painful sensation mixed wonderfully with the growing itchy ache in her cunt. Debbie shivered, squeezing her asscheeks together, rocking back and forth, anything to get rid of the cramp in her belly and ass-muscles. "Ohhhh!"
The German shepherd let go, pushing back to the girl's cunt and slathering it down with more spit. The slick clicking sound of his tongue against her pussy-lips echoed through the room. Debbie's moans grew louder and louder while her writhing body thudded continually against the floor. Small clouts of dirt clung to her damp flesh as the young woman slowly edged toward climax.
"No, oh, God, it's not right."
But Debbie didn't really believe that. In spite of some shreds of morality occasionally poking through her consciousness, the blonde teenager kept on, feeding her cunt up to the big animal.
"Man, she's gonna make it," Jim said, leaning forward after throwing another empty beer can over one shoulder. The other men also leaned forward, watching the young woman writhe and twist in front of them while their pet straddled her and buried his maw in her cunt. Debbie's big tits bounced together and jiggled as she cried over and over again for the animal to increase his licking.
She pushed her arms up and ran her fingers through the dog's short fur.
Then Debbie heard the dog's growling become deeper and more desperate. Glancing down, the young woman saw a blood-heavy funnel-shaped log bobbing between the shepherd's powerful hindquarters. It jerked back and forth with each movement he made. Champ dropped his head once more, this time licking down her lower belly up to her navel.
Debbie sobbed hysterically, raising one hand and covering her mouth. She couldn't take this tension pulsing in her cunt much longer. Sweat covered her body. She was exhausted, her brain burned out with the intense sexuality coursing through her body. Oh, God, when was she going to come. The animal would tease her cunt up to climax, then back away just as she was teetering on the brink, sliding his tongue down her ass-crack to her shitter, or moving up to her belly and drilling the tip into her navel. Debbie's chest heaved up and down, her nostrils burning as she sucked in more oxygen.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhhh!"
Debbie felt heated up like a bitch dog in rut. The animal's tongue sloshed noisily in and out of her fuck-slit. Ohhhh, how the girl loved that odd hot sensation glowing in her pussy now. Debbie instinctively knew she was only seconds away from a wild climax. But how many seconds? Oh, God, how long could she take this insane tongue-teasing from this dog? "Ow!"
Champ seemed to realize how close she was to orgasm and again he backed down, biting her thighs playfully again, sitting down and moving his thighs from side to side to ease the straining itch plaguing his hard cock. He dug his toenails into her upper thighs while sticking his long snout up and down her flooded slick cuntal folds. Debbie grit her teeth together and dug her feet into the floor, regularly hunching her twat into the German shepherd's face. She was going to come whether he wanted her to or not. Tilting her pussy at a sharper angle, the young woman made sure her clit rubbed continually over the furry top of Champ's pointed snout.
"Mmmmmm!" she cried happily, pumping her ass up and down, flexing her asscheeks while she fucked herself on the dog's maw. Her toes and fingers fanned out while her tits rolled together. Glancing down, Debbie saw the dog's black nostrils glistening with her pussy-juice while his pink tongue continued to loll sloppily over her cunt, parting her hot cunt-lips while it bathed her clit again and again. Yes, yes, he was getting into it now, making her come, realizing the girl couldn't wait any more. Ohhhh, how she shivered with heat while fucking herself on his snout. Hell seemed to explode in her brain.
Champ's cock jerked up regularly now as he stood and moved in for the sexual kill. Drops of pre-cum oozed from the pointed tip of his cock as he let out a high-pitched whine, then moved forward.
"No, no fuck!"
She pushed the animal away, realizing what he wanted. No, she couldn't let that happen. Getting licked was one thing. But having a dog . . . fuck you? Oh, no, no, that would be asking far too much.
Besides, what was happening was far too delicious to spoil with another sexual position. Her clit burned like a glowing jewel. Every movement she made on the floor seemed to increase the lovely tense, pulsing, aching sensation tearing through her pussy. The big German shepherd seemed to be all over her now. Debbie felt his forepaws scraping over her thighs, her belly, even her chest, while his hindquarters pranced all over the tops of her feet. Once or twice, the groaning teen thought she could feel his slick, hot, knobby cock brush against her thighs. But then Debbie cried out, jerking one hand up and pushing against the big dog to remind him she didn't want to fuck.
"Ohhhh!"
Debbie seemed to be swimming in an ocean of dog-hair, dog-cock, dog-tongue and dog-spit. His hot breath blew against her flushed cheeks, against her belly and against her cunt. The young woman felt something hot and slick brushing against her thighs once more and knew it was his dick! "Noooo!"
The dog whined in frustration. Oh, yes, yes, he'd just love to fuck her. And she could imagine the joy the men watching her would have if that were to happen. But no, she realized the dog would back down if she were firm enough.
And then the girl felt something hot and sticky streak across one arm and her right thigh. The German shepherd was coming!
"Oh, God!"
Debbie nearly retched, kicking back with one leg while pulling herself away. The big animal howled and whined, hugging her body while humping his dick against the floor. Another and another glob shot into the air, splashing against her left thigh. Debbie couldn't take this. Oh, she was being used as some kind of human rag while the animal jacked himself off.
And yet, in spite of the horror and revulsion she felt at the moment, the girl couldn't shake off the slow, agonizing climax she began to feel. Stretching herself on the floor, the girl let the orgasm wash over her. Ohhh, it wasn't at all the same as having a hot stiff cock inside her cunt. Closing her eyes, Debbie saw a million brightly colored lights pop off. The dog was still nearby, crawling up, hugging her body, sliding his tongue in and out of her snatch. But his former ardor was greatly cooled as his orgasm ebbed. "Mmmmmm!"
Somewhere in the background, Debbie could hear the men laughing and commenting on her performance. They were rating her as if she were a television show. Well, let them carry on. At this moment, the young woman was letting everything go, feeling the maximum amount of pleasure as wave after orgasmic wave washed over her clit, making her cuntal muscles cramp and snap down on nothing.
Good, she thought, curling up the corners of her small pretty mouth into a smile. She was glad the dog seemed happy, glad she was happy. Yes, happy for the first time in a long while. Ohhhh, how deliciously good this climax had been for her. No pain, no humiliation. Everything in her mind was colored over by a nice warm glow.
"Good show, baby, good show!"
The words brought her back to reality. No, nothing was good any longer. The thought of what she'd actually done flashed back to her. A dog! She'd actually made it with a dog! Debbie jerked up, fighting through the fog of sexuality that had temporarily numbed her brain. She looked loathingly down at her spit-slicked body and gagged. Dog-spit!
"Ohhhh!" Debbie cried, shivering in horror. She shook her hands, closing her eyes and screaming as she rolled on the floor, beating it with her fists.
"Man, let's clean 'er off before she goes nuts," Bill suggested.
"Yeah. Besides, who wants to fuck around with a cunt covered with doggie-spit," Jim said, shoving his chair back from the table and joining his buddies.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jim and Lee took the choking, naked girl from the cabin and dumped her into the courtyard. Debbie cried out, throwing her arms around her chest while folding one leg over the other to protect her pussy from the freezing cold. A light breeze blew her hair out from around her throat. What were they trying to do, kill her with exposure? And where was Bill? Whenever he disappeared, the young woman felt a shock of horror course through her body. She didn't trust him, the true ringleader of this sick group of perverts.
The cold wind bit into her sweating temples. Snow began to fall, sticking to her face for a second before melting. Debbie shivered, feeling an odd kind of freezing pain begin in the soles of her feet. She cried out as another small puff of the icy wind slashed between her thighs. Ohhh, how the cold wind whipped through her pussy-hair, raising gooseflesh underneath. What were they going to do to her? Oh, God, she hadn't counted on something like this. So far all her torture had been sexual and, in spite of all her fine resolves, she had actually enjoyed it in the end. But this was something else. Now all the girl felt was discomfort and terror. Were they going to leave her outside like this, stand by and watch her shiver to death?
"Move!"
She felt someone grip her shoulders and give her a push forward. Debbie stumbled, her arms flailing to regain her balance.
"Walk to the corner of the cabin."
It was Bill, his authoritarian voice barking in the peaceful night. Terror nearly overwhelmed her. She felt terribly confused, naked and vulnerable in front of these men.
"Stop!"
She didn't dare turn around and see what the big blond was up to. The girl heard some stumbling around behind her, some muted laughter, then the sounds of metal rubbing against metal as if someone were screwing something together.
"Yeah, it's hooked up to the hot water tank!" the girl heard Bill mutter. What was he talking about? "Turn around!" he said loudly.
Sucking a deep breath, Debbie did as she was told, feeling all at once a blast of hot water smashing into her rib cage. The girl opened her mouth in shock. Jim and Lee held a firehose, or what appeared to be a tremendously large garden hose, in both hands, training a stream of warm water over her body. Debbie struggled to stay upright from the initial blow. She skated and slid on the wet mud quickly developing under her feet. They were cleaning her off, having attached the outside waterline to the hot water heater to keep from freezing the girl to death while they had their fun.
"No!" she cried, putting both hands in front of her, trying to soften the blow of the harsh stream of water.
"It's like cleaning pigs for the market," Bill shouted over the roar of the spray. He stood to one side of the two men, his hands on his thighs, laughing at Debbie as she struggled wildly.
The girl glared at him, trying to summon enough strength to spit at them. But that thought drew concentration away from the water. The next blast caught her unaware, the stream splashing around her ankles. With a howl, Debbie found herself upended. She fell heavily to the ground, creating a powerful splash of mud. "Ohhhhhh!"
Sticky wet dirt covered her legs, arms, face and belly. It appeared as if she'd been wrestling in the mud. The girl cried out, shaking her arms in front of her, sobbing, feeling as if she'd fallen into the worst filth in the world.
The crying blonde pitched forward, trying to struggle to her feet. But Jim and Lee directed the blast of water at her crotch. The water hit like a hammer on her sensitive flesh, peeling open her cunt-lips and setting a flash of fire over her clit. Debbie doubled over, her mouth slackening as a blast of wild, erotic sensation nearly paralyzed her. She stretched out one hand, pushing her fingers in the cold soft ooze of mud in front of her. Dear God, what was happening to her? First a dog, now this! What kind of horror had the men opened her up to?
The water was just warm enough to make Debbie sweat. Then a cold breeze would pop up, making the girl shiver and think she was going to die from exposure. It was an odd combination of feelings as she rolled on her belly, trying to get her pussy away from the blast of hot water. Her hair tangled around her neck as she struggled against the force of the gushing hose.
"Hey, piglet, hey, you like to get washed down?" Bill asked, throwing back his head and laughing drunkenly. Debbie wished she could rip his face off . . . tear the flesh of all three who stood there, reeling drunkenly, hosing her down, watching her perform in front of them like some kind of circus clown. But they were all too strong for her. All she could do was wallow there in the mud, swearing at them, hoping they'd soon grow tired of their sick little game and let her go back into the cabin to dry off.
Then Lee and Jim shot the water straight up between her long white thighs. Debbie hunched back at it involuntarily, wrinkling up her forehead, asking herself why she'd done something so odd, so foul as that. She'd just come. And besides, this was just water. What in God's name was she turning into? The blast of hot water then moved against her asscheeks. And when it shot back into her sore pussy, the water reminded Debbie of a large tongue driving into her cunt teasingly, caressingly, just as Champ's tongue had done only seconds before.
Debbie gasped, her slick body moving over the wet dirt. She didn't want to fully face the stream of water, afraid the men would drown her with it. She tried to turn sideways, keeping her back to them. Her white flesh reddened as the water massaged life back into her chilled body.
Jim and Lee stepped around, directing the water against every part of her body. Debbie tried to keep her face and tits away. But there was little chance of escaping the water. She lay on the ground, all the muscles in her body working, tensing, turning her one way then the other as mud splashed all around her.
"No, stop it!" the girl cried, knowing full well anything she said wouldn't be listened to. The hose blasted against her tits, the droplets driving into the flesh of her nipples. The blonde teen felt her entire body responding oddly to this horrible massage. The outside heat of the water was matching the growing heat surrounding her cunt and nipples.
Debbie covered her face. The shame of feeling herself crawling around naked in the mud in front of this trio wanted to make her die. She couldn't fight back. It was impossible. She was defeated, a pig . . . yes, a pig, just as Bill called her . . . foul, dirty, perverted! She deserved to wallow around in the dirt with the men surrounding her, laughing at her, calling her all sorts of names.
"Hey, bitch, come on, fuck the water! Man, you fuck everything else around here!"
"Yeah, come on, baby, get on it, ride it out," Jim taunted.
The incredibly heavy splash of water on her clit-zone and cunt-hole made Debbie's hips rise and fall shamelessly. She cried out in a mixture of pain, shame and frustration, letting her raised knees actually fall open and welcome the water. She tried to stop the crazy growth of her cuntal heat by holding her hands against the wet triangle of her pussy-hairs. Her hips still rolled like a boat tossed in a storm, her asscheeks sliding over the mud. She cried out, snapping her head back, feeling the cold mud oozing into her tight little ass-crack.
Every time Debbie put her hands over her pussy, Jim moved the stream to blast at her ass or her nipples. The waves of water bouncing off her rolling tits splashed into her nostrils and mouth. Debbie turned her head to the side, coughing and gasping for air.
Debbie couldn't hide the growing lust in her cunt. She knew she was sitting there, actually embracing the water. Oh, if only she could stop herself! She clenched her fingers into two fists and put them in her mouth, gnawing on her knuckles. No matter how much the hosing aroused her, she didn't want them to see her beginning to come.
"Ohhhhhhh, God!"
It wouldn't be long before the orgasm building up in her snatch went off. Debbie felt the tension in her crotch, felt that telling knot of lust slipping in her belly, felt that telltale chilly heat ripple through her pussy. Yes, yes, she was going to make it, climax with that damn stream of hot water hosing down her snatch. The young woman lay in the mud, feeling totally exposed to the rushing water. She hoped the men would stop when she started to come. If they kept on, the girl knew she wouldn't be able to stop anything they did to her until her climax tapered off.
Debbie twisted her hips, wallowing her shoulders and upper back in the mud as she let the water pelt her sensitive inner cuntal folds. It was starting to feel more and more erotic. The heat in her crotch grew more and more intense, sharpening as the water beat at her clit. Oh, God, God, she was going to have a big orgasm!
"Come on, baby, cut it loose," Bill muttered, licking his lips, watching the young woman thrash around in the mud some ten feet in front of him.
Debbie knew all the sweat and cum of the fucking and sucking orgy had been washed off by now. She wanted to feel that tremendous sensation again, that pulsing, vibrating sexual release that would make her teeth rattle in her head. She gritted her teeth, trying to force the peak to sweep over-poweringly over her body. "Ohhhhhhh, nooo!"
A quick movement of Jim's arm kept the water off her snatch. He played the stream over her tits, making her big mounds roll apart, then slap together as he directed the water back to her pussy. Debbie felt the tension ease in her cunt. Then the renewed blast sent it soaring higher once more. Jim and Lee were taking careful aim with the hose, making sure they toyed with the girl's clit enough to push her close to climax, yet far enough to keep her from falling over the edge.
"Oh, God, come!" Debbie moaned, jerking her head from side to side.
"You gonna make 'er do it?" Bill asked, turning to his buddies and shaking his head from side to side. He'd changed his mind, deciding to work the girl up, then keep her frustrated as he tried other sexual moves on her. Excited, frustrated, Debbie wouldn't protest so vehemently against kinky sex acts. She'd even be eager to try them out-anything to satisfy her pussy.
Once more, the hose blasted a hot stream across her belly and onto her tits. Debbie felt the water toying with her nipples longer this time, forcing the rubbery tips up toward her face. The full swell of her tits throbbed wildly under the hot flow. The girl curled her fingers in the mud, working her ass back and forth over the soft ooze.
"Mmmmmmmmm!''
Jim and Lee brought the flow back down to her cunt. This time, the blast opened the flesh around her clit. To Debbie, it felt like a huge mouth sucking and licking at the entire top of her cuntal mound. The teenager grunted and moaned, tensing herself, rubbing her thighs together, snapping her knees against one another, anything to hurry up her building orgasm. "Ohhhh!"
Debbie could have shrieked with frustration. Lee now played the hose between her thighs. Only the softer, reflected drops hit her snatch. The water bounced from the wet ground to splash against the undersides of her thighs. Debbie pushed her ass up, tilting her cunt down, spreading herself for the stream. Ohhh, how good it was to feel the thrill of the water blasting against her asshole and snatch at the same time!
"Eat it up, bitch!"
The force of the rushing water aroused every part of her body now. The young teenage girl had never felt such a weird, powerful sexual high in her crotch. Even the insides of her thighs ached for the release promised by the throbbing in her clit.
"Ohhhhh, ahhhh!"
It was there, just out of reach. Debbie shut her eyelids tightly, straining internally, lowering her thighs. If only she could grab it, hold onto it while her cunt snapped shut and came and came and came!
"Go after it, baby," Bill whispered, gritting his teeth and grinding his jaws.
Debbie needed to feel that hot stream on her clit now. The top of her cuntal mound seemed tied in knots of sexual hunger. She was waiting for the last push over the edge. Her hips rolled and circled around, searching out that last small bit of hot sensuality that would pitch her into a wild orgasm.
Then the stream stopped. Both Bill and Lee realized what was happening inside the young woman. They moved the stream away from her pussy, blasting it into her face, making her pitch back and gasp for air. They played the stream back over her pussy again. Debbie screamed, feeling her cunt clench like a fist. She could almost hear the slapping of her cuntal walls as they snapped down on nothing.
"Okay, baby, you've had enough," Bill said, signaling his buddies with a motion of one hand to stop their water play.
"No, oh, God, no!" Debbie screamed, digging her fingers deeply into the surrounding mud.
"She's clean," he continued, walking up to the muddied, frustrated young blonde. Debbie peered up heavy-lidded at Bill, her whole chest spasming. She heard the other two laughing behind him. She was almost totally out of control. Debbie wanted to scream. The girl was almost strangling on her sobs.
"Man, what do you want us to do now?" Jim asked, holding onto the hose and directing the stream against one side of the cabin while Lee ran over to the spigot and turned off the water.
"Just take 'er inside and let me work on her for a while," he said, studying the sobbing young woman.
Debbie's head lolled. She was so hot she could barely focus her eyes on anything. Oh, if only she could bring herself off, if only she could take care of that hot tight throbbing between her legs.
"Come on, hurry up, damn it!" Jim shouted over his shoulder, seeing the water pouring from the hose ebb down to a trickle.
"That was pretty smart . . . tying the hot water line into the outside spigot," Lee said breathlessly, running back to Debbie.
"Careful," Jim warned, picking his way through the mud up to the squatting teenager. "Don't wanna fall in with her. Hey, Bill, how about some rags?"
Both men picked the girl up and dragged her away from the widening mud pool. Debbie couldn't tell if it was hot or cold outside. Occasionally, an icy blast from the north aroused her from her stupor.
"Here you go, guys. Bring her inside," Bill shouted from the cabin, tossing several rags out the door.
Debbie was cleaned up, then carried back into the warm cabin. She felt her flesh relax as the hot air struck her body. Jim shifted his grip on Debbie's torso as he worked her through the doorway and into the large center room. He set her down while Lee slipped his arms around her knees and swung her around on what Debbie guessed was the table their beer cans had been on.
The blonde teen felt herself lifted once more, then set back down on the hard surface. She let herself dangle over it, her arms and legs hanging over the sides. The girl breathed slow and easy, trying to hide the nervousness fluttering in her belly and chest. The rising sexuality had calmed down somewhat. Her pussy had cooled off.
"Yeah, yeah, a good hot bitch . . . and she's even hotter now!" Bill said under his heavy breath.
Debbie felt fingers move around her belly, the touch making her flesh crawl with horror and revulsion and . . . yes . . . excitement! That working over with the hose in the courtyard had brought her up to a fever pitch. Now almost anything they did to her would be welcome if it would help her achieve sexual release.
"Let's see how much she can take," Bill muttered, motioning to Lee and Jim. Debbie felt hands pull her arms together above her head. Then one of the men picked up something that clanked, something that shackled her wrists to something hard and cold. For a second, the girl wondered why her feet and ankles were left untied.
Bill muttered under his breath, then heard the other shuffling around behind her head. The girl felt the table tipping. Letting her eyelids open a little wider, Debbie saw she was facing one of the walls. As the table tilted vertical, Debbie realized her wrists had been handcuffed together, attached to what she realized was an iron ring screwed into the side of the table. The next phase of her ordeal was about to begin. -
CHAPTER EIGHT
Bill walked in front of her, his thick lips peeled back. Rivers of sweat trickled down from his forehead, around his broad nose and down over his lips. Jim and Lee stood behind him, drinking more beer, laughing at her.
Debbie closed her eyes again. She thought of kicking him in the nuts with her unbound feet. That, however, would only merit more blows, something perhaps far worse. No, she would hang here, propped up against a wall, dangling in this strange position, hanging from one end of the upraised table, her feet nearly touching the floor. Ohhh, how her shoulders ached from the weight of her hanging body. "Ohhhhhmmphhff!"
Debbie doubled up, her knees jerking up to the base of her jiggling tits. Bill swung a doubled fist into her lower belly. The blow went into the soft muscles of her belly. The young woman gagged, the dull pain seeming to knot up her loins. Her eyelids fluttered and she looked at the big man with surprise and pain.
"Why, why are you doing . . . doing this?" she stammered, wrinkling her forehead in confusion. She stared at him, her mouth hanging open wide, gasping for more air. The blonde teen grunted, panic showing in her face. They were all drunk, growing less careful about how badly they hurt and humiliated her.
"Nice, nice," Bill said, wiping the sweat off his cheeks. "Real fine ... bet I could do a lotta damage to a pretty little body like that," he said, his eyes narrowing as he stared nastily at her.
"Please, don't do this ... to me."
Debbie shook her head from side to side, her arms and shoulders aching. She slowly lowered her legs, wondering what he would do to her next.
"Why not, baby? I mean, all you fuckin' cunts think all you gotta do is wag that little ass of yours around and we all come runnin', eh?"
"No, no, I swear it, I'm not like that," Debbie pleaded. Something had gone off in his head. What? Oh, God, he was going to take out all his frustration with women, with jobs, with everything-on her! She was the scapegoat, hanging helplessly there like a hunk of meat.
"Yeah, they all say that when they're in trouble . . . when they meet up with a dude like me who ain't gonna take that kinda shit from 'em no more," Bill said, dropping his hands to his trousers and slowly unbuckling the belt. Debbie watched in growing horror, not unaware of the rising heat in her pussy. Oh, he was going to hurt her, maybe beat the life out of her. Yet her cunt was heating up, getting wet and tight all over again. That hosing down outside had turned her into a bitch in heat.
"Don't . . . do . . . this," she pleaded desperately, watching the thick band of black leather slide out of his belt loops. Bill grabbed the buckled end, looping the belt and tapping it rhythmically against one thigh. Sweat poured out from under her arms, itching where it trickled across the sides of her tits.
"Yeah, sure, cryin' out that you don't like it and you're juicin' all over your fuckin' legs!"
It was true. Debbie couldn't control her own body. She felt the juice running down her legs, curling around her toes and falling to the floor. Bill said nothing further for the moment, lashing the looped end of the belt backhanded across the girl's belly.
"Unnghh!"
Debbie's head snapped to one side, a scream torn from her throat while her legs shot apart. Her body shot up from the table, then bounced back with a dull thud. Ohhh, how that sharp blow triggered a resulting sharp pain that radiated to all parts of her body.
"Bitch!"
He struck the belt once more across her belly, then moved up to her chin. The force of that blow snapped her head to the other side. Debbie choked down a scream. Had he scarred her for life? The young woman fought through the fog settling on her brain and checked mentally. No, there wasn't that sensation of cool air against wet flesh, a telltale sign that blood was present. The girl relaxed.
"Stupid little whore, hitchhiking on the fuckin' road and thinkin' somebody like us wasn't going to pick you up."
Debbie thought of her naivete and could have cried in frustration. Home! How the thought of her own room made her heart pound. At least there she knew people, could run to people, her mother! But here . . . ?
"Unnghhh!"
Bill was going wild, slashing the belt wherever he chose. Once, he slashed it across the girl's nipple, drawing out a sharp scream. The pain seemed to go on and on. She ground her teeth together, hating the big man in front of her, hating him and desiring him at the same time. Debbie wanted him to come close enough for her so she could kick his balls. Slowly, the girl screwed her face into a mask of hurt, gaining control of her mind. Wanna get fucked again? Wanna feel all them dicks in you? Or maybe you wanna get reamed out by the mutt again . . . maybe this time get his dick up your snatch, eh?" the big man taunted.
Debbie sagged in the cuffs. She felt her toes barely touching the floor.
"Fuckin' bitch! Like all women, you'll take on anything!" he screamed, jerking one hand back, then lashing out. "Ahhiyeyeee!"
Bill looked at her, licking his lips with excitement. He saw her pussy-lips growing thick, rubbery, dark red, folding over one another, almost moving on their own as her pussy grew hot and tense and eager.
"Look at 'er . . . man, she can't get enough of this, can you?"
At those words, Bill grabbed at Debbie's pussy, twisting the hairs and her bloated outer labes in his fist. The pulling, tearing sensation tore through the girl like a bolt of lightning. Debbie brought one knee up, wanting to jam it in his crotch, wanting to hurt him as much as he hurt her. "Ohhhhhh, God!"
His free hand slapped her face. Over and over again, open palm across her right cheek, back-handing her left, making her dizzy with fright and pain.
Bill worked her over with the belt again, slashing it across her face, her lips, her jiggling tits. Debbie struggled as best she could, dragging herself higher on the table. The edges of the cuffs sliced flesh from her wrists. Debbie felt her fingers growing numb. She screamed at the big man going crazy in front of her. He was taking out every frustration in his life on her!
As hard as Debbie tried to fight off Bill, she only brought on more pain and misfortune to herself. When she edged upward, the strokes of the belt shot over her nipples, burning the sensitive tips like a fire. And when she tried kicking him in the balls, Bill dug his fingers deeper in her cunt-flesh. Debbie knew his fingernails were tearing into the soft skin of her pussy-lips. Ohhh, how her inner labes were on fire . . . how her snatch burned in spite of the anger and terror she felt toward this man.
Bill lashed and beat her, grabbing more of her cunt. She squirmed higher on the table, peering over the big stud's shoulders, pleading for the others to stop him. Didn't they see their friend was going out of control? "Unnghhhh!"
Debbie felt him hunching against her thighs. She twisted her head around as he threw himself on her body, grabbing a fistful of her hair and trying to kiss her. Debbie opened her mouth and bit his fingers, swore at him, screamed at him. The pain in her crotch and his struggling against her body aroused her. Debbie couldn't tell whether the excitement of this animal was worse than the lewd heat growing stronger under her cunt-flesh.
"Ohhhhh!"
Bill's grabbing, twisting hand moved more slowly in her cunt now. Debbie moved her hips, but the movements were slower than before, sliding her ass back and forth against the table while Bill's fingers worked greedily over her slick cuntal flesh.
"Oh, no, no."
Debbie felt pussy-oil running out of her slit like a river of molten lava. And how deliciously good it was to feel the bulge of his cock against her thigh. Ohhhh, how hot she was! The girl hung from the cuffs, her small shoulders twisting to press her tits against Bill's hairy chest.
"Man, she's somethin' else," Bill said, pulling back and studying the hot, twisting little blonde teenager. no "Man, you knew that when you started. Remember how she turned on to Champ? And fuck, before he got that tongue in 'er, she was screamin' like a banshee!" Jim said, sneering at the moaning girl.
"C'mon, let's get 'er down and have some more fun with 'er," Lee growled impatiently.
They were all drunk, all aroused. Whatever inhibitions they may have had before were gone now. Bill reached up and unfastened the cuffs. Debbie felt the iron slacken around her wrists and her body slide down the rough tablet op to the floor. She caught herself in time, bending her knees then straightening them, bringing her arms quickly to her sides to ease the ache in her shoulders. Marks from the manacles marred her wrists.
Bill unzipped his pants, pushing down his Levi's to his knees. Debbie rubbed her wrists together, staring at his rigid cock, wondering what more he could do to her with that thing.
"Let's tie 'er up," Bill suggested.
"Yeah, hog-tied and fucked . . . why not?" Jim agreed, his smile growing broader.
Lee moved to "a chest tucked in one corner of the cabin and pulled out several lengths of rope.
"This'll do all right," he said, throwing three other pieces to his buddies while looping a twenty-inch piece of half-inch line. "This'll fit right nice right here," he muttered, dropping to his knees in quickly and sliding the loop over her left ankle, securing it with a double figure-eight.
"Oh, what are you doing?" Debbie cried out, her eyes growing wider as he tightened the rope around her leg.
"C'mon over here," Lee said, tugging the free end of line, forcing her to stagger to one side of the cabin where a vertical wooden rung ladder fastened to the floor led up to an attic crawl space.
"Up she goes," he said, tugging on the line. Debbie struggled, her arms shooting forward as she tried to keep her balance. Lee raised her leg perpendicular to her body, until her ankle was even with the fourth rung. Quickly, the young man tied a boatswain's knot, fastening her ankle to the wooden ladder. Debbie bent her other leg, throwing her arms about, staggering forward, afraid she was going to pitch forward or backward and wind up hanging grotesquely from the ladder rung.
"Come on ... we got to help out the little cunt," Bill said, getting behind the table she'd been tied to and shoving it forward. Jim helped him, the two of them twisting the furniture around. It was then the young blonde noticed the iron ring driven into the side of the table to which her wrists were fastened earlier.
"We don't wanna hurt 'er wrists too much," Jim muttered, noticing the red chaffed areas just above her wrist bond.
"Okay . . . well, let's tie her around the forearm," Bill agreed, taking out a long piece of half-inch line and wrapping it around the girl's arms. A double hitch insured the security of the knot.
"Please, oh, God, oh, God!"
Debbie couldn't stand the pain, the discomfort, the pulsing, the throbbing in her cunt. The men enjoyed watching her edge up to climax, only to back down once more. Her cunt was sore . . . sore as a raw wound. And still they tortured her, played with her body and mind.
"There we go," Bill said, stepping back to admire their handiwork. Debbie's right leg stretched out at a right angle to her body, secured to the ladder at her ankle by several double-hitched knots. Her arms were tied together just below the elbows, the fingers resting on the table while rope fastened her hands to the iron ring.
"Nice ass, good, firm, bet it wants a good plug-gin', eh?" Bill said, gritting his teeth as he ran his fingers over her asscheeks.
Debbie moaned and shivered, closing her eyes and actually backing into the big man. She felt her pussy-lips move against one another, wink open and shut tight on nothing as Bill's fingers trailed over the hair-fringed edges of her cunt.
"Man, she's hot and ready to go," he said, glancing down and watching the bloated, dark-red labes chewing against one another.
"Yeah, you gonna fuck 'er?" Lee asked, staring at the girl's juicy cunt.
"You bet . . . but not where she thinks. Go on, let 'er suck your dick," Bill said to Jim. "Lee got a taste of her style before. It's your turn."
"Sure, sure," Jim said, narrowing his eyes for a moment as he tried to figure out how to slip his dick into her mouth. Smiling, the young man crawled onto the table, unzipping his pants and pushing them down while fingering his fat dick.
Debbie stared at the bloated silky cock-head inches from her mouth. Behind her, she could feel Bill's fingers toying with her cunt-lips, straying up to her clit and sliding up and down that sputtering sexual organ until she thought she'd piss from excitement. She rocked her body back and forth, at times feeling her left knee buckling when a particular strong spasm passed through her swampy cunt. Bill's jagged fingernails created strange wild spasms in her cunt. How she wanted to feel a dick ... a strong, hard dick reaming out her throbbing pussy.
As if he could read her mind, Bill grabbed his cock with one hand and started rimming her tense, eager cuntal mouth with his dribbling dick-head. Debbie felt the pre-cum drip onto her pussy-flesh. It burned like acid. Her pussy muscles cramped, contracted, forced her snatch to snap shut. Bill waited until her muscles relaxed. "Uhhghhhhh!"
Debbie struggled for consciousness as the big man kept rimming his cock-head around her pussy-hole while he caressed her shitter with his free hand.
"Yeah, good and hot. Come on, stuff her fuckin' mouth with your dick," Bill ordered.
"Man, yeah," Jim said, scooting forward on his knees, holding his shaft with one hand while raising her head with the other. Debbie barely had time to focus her eyes on the big prick before it jammed against her lips, bent at the middle from the pressure, then straightened out as the girl opened her mouth and took in the whole nine inches of the stud's cock-shaft.
"What about me?" Lee asked, working his fingers over the bulge in his Levi's.
"You had her before," Bill muttered, wiping his forehead with one hand.
"Mmmmmmfmfff!"
Jim shoved his prick all the way into her mouth, nestling his balls against her chin while he worked his hips up and down, feeling his dick-head scraping over her tonsils and touching the back of her throat. He heard her coughing, gagging, gasping for breath through her nose. Spittle oozed out from the corners of her mouth as she twisted her head around in a desperate attempt to get more air.
Backing down slightly, the young man caressed her face with both hands, pumping his hairy groin quickly, jerkily back and forth, watching his wiry black cock-hairs tickle her nostrils.
"Okay, baby, okay," Bill said.
Debbie felt his fingers caressing her clit, working up and down on the tiny sex shaft, making her think he was going to jerk her off. Oh, anything would be welcome at this point. She felt herself rising up again toward climax, feeling her body tensing, getting ready for the big blast.
Then suddenly she felt Bill's prick slide up, past her sucking cunt-hole, up to her shitter. She heard him spitting on his palms, guessed he was greasing down his prick-head with spit. But why? She was wet enough down there . . . unless he was planning to . . .
"Hang on, baby, hang on and relax," he said, gripping the horns of her thighs with both hands after placing his cock against her asshole.
"No, oh, God, no!"
Bill shut his eyes, his face reddening with the effort of ass-fucking. His dick-shaft bent at the middle while his muscles tensed.
"Ohhhhhhhhaaaiyeee!"
Slowly, the tight ring of her shitter-muscles gave way to the cruel onslaught. Bill gasped and held his breath, forcing his dick down deep into her asshole. With a loud cry, Debbie felt her sphincter finally give way, admitting the strange intruder. It felt as if her gut had ripped apart as his fat cock drilled into her virgin asshole. Oh, God-fucked in the ass while her pussy still jerked and twitched, demanding satisfaction!
CHAPTER NINE
"Mmnunmfff!'' Debbie cried, tears rolling down her cheeks as she struggled with the one leg to keep her balance. The ropes around her ankle and forearms rubbed her flesh raw as she was slowly being fucked in the ass and forced to suck Jim's dick. The big dark-haired musician slowly slid his prick in and out of her mouth, holding her chin with one hand while rubbing his taut balls with the other. He loved peering down at the girl, watching her lips pucker out as he withdrew his prick, then fold in as he slipped his cock back down her throat.
"Why don't you take care of her snatch? Just be careful of my dick," Bill said, glancing over one shoulder and noticing Lee's disappointed face.
"Yeah, yeah," he said, taking out his dick and working his fingers over it while sliding under Debbie's jerking body, turning around and dropping to his knees while pressing his lips against her cunt-mouth. Mmmmmmmm!''
It had to be one of the best feelings in the world for the young woman. Her ass was on fire. Her mouth was stretched to the tearing point. Every time she swallowed to keep from drowning on her own spit, she could taste the big stud's bleachy cum washing down her throat. And now Lee was under her, his lips sucking on her cunt while his tongue played around her clit. Three men around her, three dicks. Ohhhh, God, after all that frustration-to have this kind of hellish satisfaction was the answer to her unholy prayer!
Bill moaned, grunted and hunched his powerful thighs once more, burying more of his fat dick-shaft in the girl's asshole. He kneaded her white resilient ass-flesh with both hands, watching his cock slide slowly, steadily into her stretched asshole. At times, he gripped her ass-globes and spread them farther apart so he could see the wrinkled flesh of her shitter-lips pucker under the force of his thrusting cock. Debbie moaned, unable to speak because of that mouth-stuffing dick banging against the back of her throat Bill rolled his hips forward again and again, increasing the pressure against her shitter. Debbie had no idea that getting fucked in the ass could bring so much pleasure. Of course, a good deal of that pleasure was coming from Lee's sucking mouth and cunt-reaming tongue. The young woman bent her left knee, fitting her pussy more tightly onto the young man's mouth, feeding him as much snatch-meat as she could without pulling away from Bill's spearing dick.
"Yeah, fuck, I knew she'd turn on to this!" Bill said, pinching her ass, going slowly out of his mind with pleasure.
"Yeah, yeah, good fucking . . . man, I can't hold back too much more," Jim said, hammering the girl's mouth with his dick.
Debbie felt his balls swing forward and brush against her chin. He was sliding his hips from side to side, his dick-head pressing first against one cheek, then the other. His chest rose and fell mightily while sweat poured freely out from under his arms and down his chest.
Bill snapped his hips, making Debbie grunt with the shock. There was an incredible fullness in her shitter. And somehow that full, stretched sensation in her ass mixed with the sharper, more intense spasms in her cunt, creating a dual sensation that nearly knocked her unconscious with unspeakable pleasure. The girl struggled for breath, feeling the dick between her lips ballooning out. Slowly, the girl was losing what little control she had over her actions. Bill fucked her ass faster and harder, clamping his hands once more on her hips, holding her savagely. He rocked slowly backward, drawing his long, fat hunk of meat out of her ass nearly all the way. He stopped only when the blunt tip of his dick-head threatened to pull away from her stretched asshole ring. He stayed in that position, listening to his buddy's lips chewing away at Debbie's convulsing cunt. He held it there for a long second, then slammed forward hard, burying his meat to the balls up inside her ass. She felt his big, tight-pouched nuts swaying forward and slapping noisily against her butt-crease.
Bill fucked and ground his body against her, working so slowly the girl thought she was going to go insane with pleasure. How his dick was strangely drawing pleasure from her shitter. Below, Lee's mouth was sucking, his tongue scraping against the slick folds of her pussy-lips. At the same time, the young man moved his fingers around and around, fucking her pussy as if his fingers were several tiny cocks. "Mmmmmmffff!"
Debbie felt Jim's dick vibrating inside her mouth. There was a sudden rush of fluid. He was shooting off, cutting loose in her mouth. She felt the thick, white hot fluid ooze over her teeth, fill her mouth and seep down her throat.
"Man!" Jim shouted, throwing his head back, the cords sticking out in his neck while he thrust his dick faster and faster into her sucking mouth.
Beneath the struggling teenager, Lee was pumping his dick hard and fast, cum spurting from the tip while he sucked greedily on Debbie's snatch. The young woman thought she was going to die! She was teetering on the brink. And this time Debbie knew she was going to come. Nothing could stop her now. She gave herself completely over to Lee's sucking and Bill's asshole-fucking.
"Gonna shoot soon, babe, soon," Bill panted breathlessly.
"Ohhhhhh, nooo!" Debbie cried as Jim slipped his softening cock from between her lips.
Bill fucked, sliding one of his hands down under her ass. He could feel his buddy's tongue slipping in and out of her hole. Debbie cried out, her body stiffening, jerking from side to side. To feel a mouth and a hand working over her snatch at the same time was too much for her to stand. She grunted like a wounded animal. She was oozing pussy-oil freely. She could hear Lee's mouth clicking against her labes. That wonderful, timeless sensation of impending orgasm took over her body and mind. Brightly colored lights popped off in front of her. Oh, God, God, she was going to come . . . finally, after all this time of frustration, she was going to come! "Aiyeeeeee!"
Bill fucked, gasped and whimpered. Finally, his groans turned into low throaty growls. He cried out, cursing, his fingers gripping her asscheeks hard as his balls rose tightly against his fat cock-root. Hot jizz shot through his cock, blasting out of his buried cock-head and burning into her bowels. Debbie tensed, feeling her cuntal muscles clamp down on Lee's flicking, fucking tongue. Yes, yes, she needed something inside her pussy to completely satisfy her sexual hunger. But this was far better than nothing. The young woman rocked her body back and forth, bending her knee, lowering her cunt farther onto the big stud's sucking mouth while Bill filled her ass more and more with his lava-like jism.
"Ahhhhhrhhhgh!"
Her orgasm seemed to last for an eternity. When it was over, Debbie found herself supported from behind by Bill's powerful hands.
"Nice cum, baby, nice cum," Bill muttered, feeling the last throbs of his orgasm ripple through his asshole embedded cock.
"Yeah, real nice," Lee agreed, sliding out from under the half-conscious girl. He was disappointed that he didn't have more action than licking her snatch. But considering how things went, sucking her pussy wasn't bad.
"Now what do we do with her?" Jim asked, tucking his dick back into his Levi's and sliding off the table.
"See if the little bitch wants to go to Albany. I've had enough of her. Fuck, she nothin' more 'n a little slut now," Bill said, sliding back, slipping his softening cock from her shitter.
Debbie felt like a piece of dirt. The big man was right. They had turned her from a near-innocent into a street whore. She stood there in that grotesque bound position, one leg tied to the ladder, her hands stretched out in front of her, jizz dribbling out from her asshole and mouth while cunt-juice still oozed from her slit. Oh, God, what a pretty picture she must have made.
"Come on. Let's see how the van's runnin'. In this weather she freezes up easy," Bill said, hitching up his pants. The others dressed quickly, slipping on their winter jackets and stumbling out of the cabin. "Oh, yeah," Bill said, stopping in the doorway and snapping his fingers as if he'd forgotten something. "You guys go on," he shouted into the night. "This way you can play with yourself easier while we check out the van," he said to Debbie.
Bill untied the ropes around her ankle, lowering her leg, then unfastened the bonds holding her forearms to the table. Debbie sighed with relief, sliding to the floor and curling up into a fetal position.
"We'll take you to Albany, baby. You sure gave us one hell of a floorshow," Bill said, wiping spit from his chin, then turning around and walking out the door.
Debbie lay on the floor curled up for several minutes, afraid to move. Through the closed door, she could hear the men laughing and shouting. At times, the engine of the big vehicle turned over, only to cough and die. There would be muttered cursing, some shuffling, the sounds of tools clanking and clattering around, then once more the sound of the engine trying to turn over.
It was over ... or so she thought. They wouldn't touch her again. They'd dress her, throw her in the back of the van and take her on to her destination. But could she go on? Could she face her aunt or anyone who knew her? "Ohhhhhh!"
Her thoughts were interrupted by a cold sensation against one of her legs. Jerking away, Debbie saw it was Champ. He had been curled up in one corner, disinterestedly watching what was going on in front of him. He'd seen the girl tied up twice, fucked, sucked, beaten and he only yawned at her discomfort. Now that his masters were gone, the big German shepherd moved in, nuzzling her body, whimpering through his nose.
"Oh, oh, God, no, not this again," Debbie moaned, gathering the strength to get up and slide away from the animal.
But Champ was insistent, following her, dropping his powerful head, pushing up toward her dripping pussy. He sniffed at her hairy cunt-hole, catching the powerful scent of her overheated cunt and growing excited. The girl tensed as she watched his fur stand up on end. Oh, God, he was aroused, powerfully aroused. And she was far too weak to fight him off.
"No, don't! Go, go to your masters," she said weakly, trying to shove him away.
But Champ was stronger than she was.
"Oh, God, please, haven't I had enough?" she cried in a weak voice.
The animal pursued, circling her, sniffing at her ass, catching the odor of Bill's jizz, backing away, then moving back down to her cunt.
"Down, down," Debbie ordered.
But her words, had little effect on the German shepherd.
"A dog, no, I can't ever let it happen again," she said. Her fingers worked against the floor as she fought a rising tide of excitement in her mind. In spite of all that had happened, something deep inside her responded to the animal. Yes, she'd been fucked, sucked off, beaten. She was exhausted, her will broken, her pride stripped away. And still the young woman found the energy to respond to the big animal. There was an element of forbidden fruit here that perked up her will, made her want to do something with the shepherd. She felt drawn toward the wicked, terrible act. "No!"
But the word meant nothing ... to her, to the dog. The animal jumped up excitedly, drool from his tongue dripping onto her belly as he licked around in hot expectation. The girl cried out . . . more against herself than against the dog.
"Oh, God, God!"
Slowly, Debbie found herself enjoying the animal. In the end, she was actually guiding him upward, rewarding the German shepherd with a scratch behind the ears when he started to lick her tits.
"Oh, God in heaven, help me!"
But Debbie didn't really want any divine help. She loved the sensation of the animal's furry body pressing against hers, warming her chilled flesh. What a long way she'd travelled from the first time Champ violated her, overpowered her in front of those laughing men. Now she was actively embracing him, telling him where to lick her, encouraging him, caressing him. There was no getting away from the fact that this was no beast rape. Bill and his friends had cracked open the flood gates of her perversion. Debbie finished the work by prying them all the way apart now. "Oh, God!"
She wallowed her shoulders on the floor, breathless with the dog's eagerness. Yes, she belonged on the floor, in the dirt, wallowing in the mud as she had a few hours earlier.
"Mmmmmmm!"
Debbie closed her eyes, snapping her knees together, scooting back on the floor, rubbing the insides of her thighs against Champ's muscular, warm body. Yes, yes, the girl knew she was urging the big dog to excite her, to fire up her pussy once more.
Suddenly, Debbie froze. She felt his muzzle slip up inside one thigh and go right into her cunt. Champ growled and tossed his head. The sudden penetration of her pussy brought out a fiery shiver that spread quickly over her skin. The girl weakly rolled her body from side to side, letting out small, strangled sobs of unspeakable pleasure. Raising one leg, Debbie petted the hunching, licking animal with the soles of her feet. She laughed softly, feeling Champ's short fur tickling the sensitive places between her toes.
Debbie choked, trying to get the air back in her lungs. Champ was making funny growling noises as he plowed her cunt-lips open and ate the hot juice flowing out of her violated hole. Yes, she was hot, completely aroused, aroused after having been so brutally fucked and sucked minutes ago. She had turned into a bottomless pit of sexuality, a screaming maniac.
Debbie jerked and twitched on the floor as if someone had attached a live wire to her ass. Reaching down, the young woman touched the dog's pointed ears. His long muzzle plowed stickily in and out of her cunt-hole. She let out another shuddering groan from her throat. She was finally getting back her breath, but her shoulders hurt as they moved across the uneven, dirty cabin floor.
"No, nooo ..."
Her voice was only a hoarse whisper. The animal didn't make the slightest move indicating he would obey her. She finally closed her thighs, rubbing them against his body. Ohhh, how good those shivery spasms felt deep in her pussy. The dog closed his jaws down on her tender flesh as she cried out. Debbie felt his fangs going deeper as he rolled up his dark brown eyes and watched her reaction. Biting her thighs, making the flesh grow hot and tingly under his teeth . . . oh, yes, that was his style. Style? What was happening to her? Debbie was thinking of the animal as if he were human, as if he could actually appreciate something like foreplay . . . and could he?
When the pain became too sharp, Debbie screamed. He let out a small yip of triumph and wiggled his nose deep into her dripping cuntal cleft. The rough wetness of his nose and its surrounding short fur excited her clit. Oh, could Champ know what that little nub of flesh was? His sloppy, licking rape was so uncontrolled, so wild that he touched her everywhere. But then the dog went back to her clit, nuzzling it, rolling up his eyes and watching the blonde teen soar out of control.
"Uh, ohhhh!"
Debbie couldn't speak any more. She lifted her knees slightly, almost feeling like a dog herself. The sounds of Champ's mouth stroking her pussy was almost too much for her to stand. Debbie realized she was clutching at his body, pulling at his fur, screwing up her cunt to his maw. Without any warning, he began licking her belly, moving up to her jiggling tits, then back down to her cunt. Why was this animal's lapping so exciting to her? Oh, she couldn't think about it now. Later, when she was alone, atoning for all her sins, then she could think back on this night and wonder why she gave herself up to all these perversions. Right now all she cared to do was lie back and let the growling German shepherd take care of her pussy.
"Uh, oh, uh, uh, uh!"
Debbie's hips were moving. Champ was at her feet now, mouthing her toes and ankles. She could smell the pungent aroma of her sweat and cunt-juice drift through the air like perfume. She looked heavy-lidded at the big dog in front of her. What did he want of her? He was backing away now, whimpering, turning around in a circle, then moving back to her pussy. Was he tired of lapping at her snatch?
Debbie pressed up against him. For several more seconds, he licked her snatch, parting her cuntal cleft with his tongue, lapping down the wiry pussy-hairs. Then he backed down. One look at his hanging, stiff, knobby cock and Debbie knew what was on his mind. Dear God, he wanted to mount her . . . to fuck her!
CHAPTER TEN
"Huhhhhrrrr . . . ohhhhh fuck, fuck," Debbie groaned. It was so dreamlike. And if the men came in and found her humping the animal, found her with her legs scissored around his thick neck while hunching her pussy into his chewing maw . . . ohhhh, what would they do, what would they say?
Suddenly, the girl realized the animal was rubbing the furry sheath of his cock against her calf and knee. He was humping forward with rapid, crazy movements. Each time he did so, his knobby red cock jerked, grew longer, thicker. Debbie hunched back, hitting downward, trying to brush away that ugly, funnel-shaped prick. Oh, God, was he really going to try to fuck her with it? He wheeled around in circles, bobbing his head up and down, licking her pussy, backing away, moving up once more, his eyes glittering with anger, with lust.
"God in heaven! Oh, God!" Debbie cried. It was still too dreamlike. She couldn't believe she was doing this, letting the dog . . .
"Ahhhhh!"
He was going wild, nosing her thighs, sticking his head under her thighs, pushing her up and around, growling furiously. Debbie shrank back, shoving the dog away with one hand while steadying herself with the other. What in God's name did he want?!
"Oh!"
He was biting her thighs again. But this time there wasn't the teasing gentleness as before. The young woman cried out again and again, not caring if the men came rushing in to see what was wrong. Oh, God, she needed help!
"Get away!"
Debbie slapped down, but Champ ducked, rushing in and biting down hard on her left ankle. The blonde teen let out a scream and twisted around, trying to crawl away from the growling German shepherd. That was just what Champ wanted her to do. He moved quickly, resting a forepaw on her ass and shoving his head forward. "No!"
Debbie reached around her right thigh and slapped at the big dog. But her reach was far too short. Champ shoved his nose into her swampy cunt, growling low, then jumping up on the girl without warning.
Debbie screamed, closing her eyes while curling her fingers and digging the nails into the soft wood. He'd won, got his way. He had mounted her. Now she could feel his hot, slick knobby cock rubbing against her thighs, inching up through her cuntal thicket, edging toward her hot slit. No, no, it couldn't be happening. She couldn't be the terrible subject of a doggie-fuck!
The blonde teen's flesh puckered up into goosepimples when the animal slipped his forepaws around her belly and hugged her tightly. Her shoulder blades jutted out behind her neck while her belly sagged toward the floor. Her tits jiggled and rolled, the stiff tips nearly touching the floorboards. Sucking in air until she thought her lungs would burst, Debbie cried out again and again, shaking her body from side to side, feeling her mind reel around in confusion.
"Ohhhh, noooo!"
Was she really doing this, bending down like this, offering her ass up to the dog? Had she capitulated voluntarily? Yes, yes-the shameful answer shot through her brain as clear as lightning. She'd wanted this all along, wanted to kneel down in front of this big dog and offer up her pussy, hoping he'd take it in his maw, ream it out with his prick.
"God!" she barked, her head snapping up as she felt the pointed tip of his cock slip up her cuntal cleft. He was nervously moving his hind legs, gripping her belly harder with his forepaws, his nails scratching her white flesh. Debbie sobbed, closing her eyes even tighter, waiting for her final humiliation.
It came like an explosion in her cunt. She felt the big dog trembling on top of her, felt his warm fur tickle her skin maddeningly, felt him growling as he tried to jam his dick into her. A steady, low growl came from Champ's throat while his body pressed harder against Debbie's. The blonde teen felt his cock move up and down her slit, then bend out away from it until his cock was perpendicular to her pussy.
"Ohhhhh!"
Debbie's belly bucked while she was racked with a series of waves of nausea. And yet there was excitement there ... a kind of excitement she'd never felt before. Debbie knew she was breaking all the rules now . . . perhaps even the few rules Bill and his friends lived by. She was a total outcast now, letting this animal fuck her. She jerked her body in quick, violent movements. Yes, yes, it was good, good having something hard, thick and hot reaming out her snatch. Debbie didn't care if that dick was attached to a dog's body. Yes, yes, let it fuck her, let it spear her cunt. Hot tears of joy rolled down her flesh as she wagged her ass back and forth, tilting it up, giving the animal a better fucking angle.
Champ whined on top of her. She felt surrounded by dog, smelling nothing but dog. Oh, God, yes, yes, the fucking was wonderful.
"In, in, in!" the young woman cried with each savage forward thrust. Her body shivered with the strong blows, her tits rolling forward, the nipples touching the floor. Champ was whining, his head flattened down between her shoulder blades while he tightened his grip around her belly. The tiny knobs stimulated every inch of her hot, juicing snatch. It was if she were being fucked by someone wearing a French tickler. "Ohhhh!"
Debbie groaned as she felt the dribbling jizz ooze from the dog's cock and wash down the slick walls of her pussy. Yes, oh, God, yes, she loved this, loved the sensation of all those tiny bumps on his prick tickling her clit, stimulating every nerve ending in her snatch, making her silently beg for more doggie-dick. What a wild sensation it was to have all those slippery bumps on his dick slip past her cunt-flaps and drive down into her snatch. "Oh, yes, yes, yes!"
Debbie was on the brink of climax. She sucked in deep breaths, her body trembling with excitement and anticipation. She clawed her fingernails across the floor, dragging her tits back and forth, arching her back, then letting it sag once more as spasm after spasm ripped across her pussy. Drool oozed from the corners of her mouth while her flesh glistened with sweat. The dog's furry body heated her already burning body.
"Ohhhhhh!"
That second preceding madness seemed to hang in the air. Debbie clung to it with all her strength. It was filled with promise, with a wild, uncontrollable achy itch that nearly knocked her to the floor. That second passed and the blonde teen was plunged into the fiery world of orgasm.
"Ohhhhh, nooooo!"
Debbie forgot who she was or what she was doing. All she could think of was that wild sensation tearing through her. She went crazy, hammering her tiny fists against the floor while she jerked her ass up and down, nearly knocking the growling German shepherd off her back. Hot flashes of sexual fever burned through her cunt. The entire world seemed to crash into her cunt, making her pussy-walls buckle in under the incredible heat and pressure. Debbie felt her cunt grab hard onto Champ's shooting cock, sucking it in, holding it so tightly that the big animal howled with fear. "Ohhhhhhh!"
The blonde teen couldn't believe feelings this powerful were possible in the human body. She felt her belly turning over while her mind flashed blank, white-hot with lust. Her head spun around and around as Champ's tiny furry nuts pumped more and more of his doggy-jizz into her pussy.
' 'Mmmmmmmmm!''
Debbie cried out again and again. There was that wild hot, wet sensation burning into the sides of her cunt as the animal finished up his climax. It seemed to last forever. She kept clawing wildly at the floor, fighting back the desire to go completely mad.
"Ohhhhhh!"
The red fog raised from her mind, leaving the girl half-crouched in front of the dog. Her forehead rested against the floor while her arms stretched out in front of her. She suddenly heard the van roar into action. The men had finally fixed whatever plagued the vehicle and now would be coming back into the cabin to fetch her.
"Get away, get away!"
Debbie jerked forward, shaking the growling animal off her back and scooting off into a corner.
She looked around wildly, finally finding a small white dirty cloth. Grabbing it, the frantic woman wiped the doggie-cum off her thighs, off her cunt-lips and out of her pussy-throat. Champ had trotted off into a corner, bent over and started licking his shrinking cock and balls. Debbie shivered with revulsion . . . more at herself than at the animal. How could she have let herself sink to this pit? "Oh, god!"
Shaking, she tossed the cum-stained rag back into the corner, sighing and leaning heavily against one wall. Footsteps came closer to the cabin door.
"Well, there she is," Bill said, rubbing his hands together. "Time to go, baby. The two of us are gonna take ya up to Albany. Lee'll stay here with his mutt 'til we get another gig goin'. Too bad you can't stay. You could keep 'em both company."
The others laughed. Debbie slowly got up, dressing as they threw her clothes to her-wondering if her nightmare was finally over.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"It's a shame to the family . . . a real shame you had to do something like that . . . and get picked up by those degenerates."
Debbie sat in the front seat of her stepfather's car, huddled into one corner, refusing to glance over at the angry man.
"And then to go to your aunt's house. Damn, do you know how long a drive it is to Albany?"
Debbie said nothing, her eyes blinking as the bright headlights coming toward them illuminated the car. It had been an awful few days. Bill and Jim drove her just outside of Albany then left her on the main road. She'd called her aunt who drove out to pick her up. But the older woman didn't really believe Debbie's story about family strife. Thinking the young girl was simply a runaway, she secretly called Jack while humoring her. It was only when she saw the bruises and heard the girl's sobbing confession about the three men who picked her up that the older woman began to believe the girl.
But Jack appeared the following day, cool, somber, ready to take Debbie back to Newark. The girl gave in, feeling there was nowhere left for her to go.
"Do you know how I felt when I got that phone call from her? And how I felt when she looked at me that way on the porch?" Jack hissed.
His voice was growing angrier. Debbie shivered, thinking of the kind of punishment that awaited her at home. Wisely, her aunt had decided not to tell Jack about the highway incident. She just mentioned the three men "tried" something with Debbie, but that the girl managed to fight them off and get away. The blonde teen smiled, grateful for her aunt's lie.
Neither of them said anything more as they sped south toward New Jersey. Debbie dozed at times. She was still exhausted, sore from the torture Bill and his friends had put her through. "Inside, young lady."
Debbie blinked her eyelids open and saw they were in the drive of her home. Oh, God, she'd slept for all those hours!
"Yes," she meekly said.
Jack was right behind her, nervously looking over his shoulder to see if any of the neighbors saw them drive in. Debbie stood to one side, peering into the darkened house, feeling a mixture of sensations as her stepfather unlocked the door and stepped back. Reluctantly, the girl walked in, not surprised at all when the door slammed and bolted shut behind her, or when she felt a pair of strong hands on her arms, shaking her viciously.
"You little slut! Causing me all this shame and sorrow. I'm gonna teach you ..."
Debbie dropped her suitcase to the floor, closing her eyes tightly, fighting back the tears. What had she expected? Surely, her stepfather could be no worse than Bill, Jim and Lee. Jack had started her off in the world of masochism, but the three young men had taken her through all the courses. Now she stood there while her stepfather called her all sorts of names, telling her he was going to beat the living shit out of her.
"And I've been preparing for it all the fuckin' time you been gone," Jack muttered, stopping his tirade, sucking in a deep breath and regaining some control. He took her by one arm and led her through the darkened living room, down the hall and into the kitchen. Debbie followed his lead like a living statue, her heart pounding more furiously when he led her to the basement stairs and flicked on the downstairs light. "Down."
The girl carefully descended into the cold, damp basement. When she reached bottom, the girl noticed a set of chains hanging some two feet apart, wrapped around two wooden beams in the ceiling. At both ends were attached open metal wrist cuffs. Debbie shivered, knowing full well what was on her stepfather's mind. She knew he expected her to be shocked. But this was simply a continuation of what had been going on for the past few days.
"Strip!"
Automatically, the girl unfastened her jacket, took off her mittens and boots, unbuttoned her blouse, then slid out of her Levi's. She was about to unhook her bra when Jack stopped her. Instead, he grabbed her right arm and led her to the hanging chains, sliding a box under them with one foot. Debbie obediently stepped up, holding her arms high over her head while Jack fastened the cuffs tightly around her chafed wrists. He silently took note of the many bruises on her arms and belly, staring at the girl, wondering if what her aunt told her about those three young men in the van was completely true.
Debbie felt the cuffs fit tightly around her wrists, the iron biting into her sore flesh. Jack stood on another box, tightening the two chains, adjusting them to make sure they were tight, pulling Debbie's arms up until they vibrated with tension when he struck either of the chains. Satisfied, the big man stepped down and picked up a black leather collar device. Attached to it was another long strip of leather with buckles, in the center of which was a black rubber dildo facing inward.
"This'll keep you quiet," Jack said, getting back up and fastening the collar tightly around Debbie's neck. The young woman protested weakly as the leather pressed against her windpipe. After her stepfather had attached the device, he reached around and pushed the second strap against one cheek. "Open up," he ordered. Debbie felt his fingers pressing against her lower jaw. She did as she was told. He slid the leather strap farther around to her lips, slipping the three inch cock-plug into her mouth, then finished attaching the leather headband to her skull, buckling it tightly around the back of her head.
"Mmmmmmfff!" Debbie cried, jerking her arms, swallowing with difficulty as the rubber cock shoved deeper into her mouth. The smell of the leather filled her nostrils. Jack stepped down, admiring his work.
"Yeah, this'll teach you some discipline," he muttered, raising one leg and pushing the toe against the box Debbie stood on. The young woman let out a groan, bending her knees, swaying from one side to the other in a wild attempt to keep her balance. He was going to kick the box out from under her, leaving her to dangle from the ceiling.
"Mmmmmmm!"
Jack toyed with the box, watching his stepdaughter jerk, snapping the chains with a loud clang as she fought vainly for balance. The big man chuckled, then kicked one leg hard. Debbie cried out, her eyes widening, her legs flailing out as the box tumbled out from under her and clattered to one side.
"Yeah, fight for it!"
Debbie cried out, snapping her head back, nearly choking on her spit. She bit down hard on the rubber cock, feeling the tendons in her arms and shoulders stretching to the tearing point. The girl dangled like a piece of meat in a cooler from the ceiling, her body twisting slowly to the right, then to the left. Debbie opened her eyes and stared at her stepfather. He'd taken down his trousers and was jerking off, his eyes glazed with lust as he kept staring at the helpless, moaning, bound young blonde teenager. Tears rolled down her cheeks . . . tears of shame, tears of anger, tears of self-loathing as Debbie realized just how much she was enjoying this horror. Yes, she could feel her cunt heating up, feel her nipples stiffening and poking out with excitement. The touch and smell of the leather pressing against her face, the sensation of that cock-gag rubbing against her tongue and the insides of her cheeks, the pull of her weight against her chained wrists . . . everything in this bondage scene excited her. And directly in front, jacking off his fat nine-incher, was her stepfather, highly aroused by the sight of his stepdaughter twisting helplessly.
"Ohhhhh, baby, you're hot for this, aren't you?" he asked, a little surprised when he glanced down and saw Debbie's cunt-lips bloat up in front of him, twitch with excitement, grow fat, rubbery and slick with dribbling juice. Jack rubbed his fingers over the tip of his cock, picking up pre-cum and greasing down his rod with it.
Debbie kicked out her legs, spreading them widely apart, feeling her cuntal walls rubbing against one another as she jerked like a speared fish. Jack took the lead now, reaching out and grabbing hold of her outer labes, pinching them lightly while rubbing his thumb over her clit. Debbie cried out, nearly pissing with excitement as spasms of unreal sexual electricity sputtered through her pussy. She could have howled with heat. The big man twisted her cunt-lips around, at times sticking one to three fingers inside her pussy-hole, grunting with satisfaction when he felt his stepdaughter's cuntal muscles contract and snap shut, trapping his probing fingers. Finally, the girl drew her knees together and rubbed them against his wrist, breathing with wheezing, whistling sounds through her nose. The cords stood out on her neck while sweat made her body glisten in the dim basement light.
"Fuckin' hot little slut," Jack muttered, dropping down and moving forward. He started eating her, moaning, muttering, sticking his tongue in and out of her hole, lapping up the pungent-tasting juices while still finger-fucking her. With his other hand, Jack slid his fingers around to her shitter, stretching her wrinkled asshole lips, driving in his index finger to the second joint.
Debbie cried, jerking her body forward, snapping it back, getting fucked from both ends while bound in that grotesque manner.
Jack scraped her pussy-lining with his tongue, squeezing her pussy to get more juice. Debbie thought she was going to faint from pleasure. She closed her eyes and saw wild images of the three men fucking her, images of the dog licking off her cunt, mounting her, holding her tightly while his knobby cock knifed into her tight, hot little cunt.
Jack kept on eating her out, chewing on her pussy-lips, at times biting her while he kept on shoving more fingers into her shitter. The blonde teen cried out in protest, but really loving the hot, stuffed sensation in her ass.
"Christ, fuck you, bitch," Jack muttered, pulling away and yanking out several of her wiry pussy-hairs stuck between his front teeth. Reaching up, the big man unfastened the chains hooked to her cuffs, holding Debbie up until she was completely freed of the bonds.
"Ohhhhhh!"
"I was gonna beat the shit outta you ... but I'm gonna let that wait 'til later," he said, holding her wrists pinned behind her while dragging her backward toward a mat thrown on the cement floor. Debbie wanted to cry out, but the leather choker and the cock-gag kept her from doing anything except moaning and grunting. In an instant, Jack was all over her. The knob of his cock pressed right over her clit as they wrestled like two maniacs on the dirty mat.
He was rough with her pawing her tits, sucking her nipples, biting her flesh, leaving teeth marks all over her twisting body. But that was what the girl wanted and needed. She had to be punished-disciplined for the sexuality rising constantly from the depths of her soul. And Jack, she was sure, would more than fit her need.
Debbie rocked her thighs forward, sliding her greasy cunt-lips over his dick-head. The girl squirmed, grunting, feeling wonderful as jack's cock squished into her swampy hole, pushing her sensitive cuntal folds apart as his prick sank deeper and deeper. A low moan seeped from her throat. Jack moved up to her face and kissed her passionately on the cheeks, lathering down the leather covering her lips, fucking her like an animal. His fingers grabbed tiny knots of her white flesh while his cock hammered in and out of her wet pussy.
The blonde teen swivelled her body around, fucking back at her stepfather, crying out wildly against the rubber cock choking her.
Then suddenly Debbie exploded, her mind blasting into tiny pieces. She screamed and struggled, catastrophic waves of orgasm tearing at her snatch. Debbie felt her cunt-walls grip down on Jack's dick as it sprayed out its thick, heavy hot load. Debbie felt she was all pussy as her snatch milked his spraying rod. Jack was crying out, biting her, punching her, shouting wildly.
Their mutual orgasm lasted for several minutes. When it was over, the older man rolled off his stepdaughter, catching his breath, telling Debbie what he was going to do to her to "teach her a lesson."
The blonde teen listened, this time without the horror she had the first time Jack came on to her. Yes, yes, she'd do anything he wanted her to, follow him into hell if he told her that was what she must do. Yes, she'd become the perfect daughter. She'd do whatever her father wanted her to do now. And to think so many girls didn't know the meaning of discipline. Debbie smiled, or smiled as much as she could with that cock-gag in her throat, while her stepfather gathered her up in his arms and carried her back to the chains. How foolish she'd been to run away. Now, as he refastened her wrists to the hanging cuffs, the young woman embraced discipline.
Yes, she'd serve Jack well ... as the perfect daughter.
