It is difficult to judge what a person's reactions will be during a stress situation. The prisoner of war who gives in to his captors' demands, the kidnapped heiress who joins forces with her abductors-both must act without past experience to guide them. The end result can be either a very negative or a positive experience.
In RAPED YOUNG VIRGIN young Linda Gallager finds herself in just such a situation. Held captive by two sadistic men, degraded and sexually abused, she nevertheless finds within herself hidden resources, a strength of character she never realized she had.
Linda Gallager suffers through an unspeakably horrible experience, yet she comes through with her sensibilities intact, knowing she is more of a woman for what has happened to her.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Linda Gallager's lungs felt like they would burst from the exertion as the young eighteen-year-old bolted through the black night air. Her hands were stretched out in front of her, knocking away hidden branches that dangled down over the forest path and threatened to block her way. Behind her the terrified young blonde could hear the pounding sounds of feet drawing nearer. A tight, sick feeling gripped her belly when her right foot struck a buried rock and twisted under her. With a shriek Linda pitched forward and landed hard on her chest and hands.
"We've got her now," a voice cut through the silent forest.
"Go away!" Linda cried, rolling over on her firm little ass and drawing her hands protectively across her chest. Once again she could see the sneering faces of Al Benton and Chet Simpson. Her hazel eyes were filled with tears as the two large-framed boys of Linda's age stopped suddenly in front of the fallen girl. They placed their hands on their muscular thighs and looked down at her, staring at her full heaving tits that pushed out her torn white blouse into fine, full curves.
"We're not going anywhere until we get from you what we get from the rest of the girls," Al said, sinking down next to her and trying to slide his arm around her small waist while running his thick fingers through her long, silky golden hair.
"Stop it. You're drunk," Linda cried, drawing one hand away from her titties and slapping Al's hand away.
"I've been watchin' you-the way you wash your father's car; the way you slide them legs of yours around, bounce those titties...." The boy couldn't go any further. A strange light glowed in Al's eyes. Quickly he wrapped one hand tightly around her waist while he locked the other over her mouth.
Linda gagged, feeling the coarse sweaty palm of his hand pressing so tightly against her lips she thought he would break her front teeth. Her head was suddenly twisted around, then pressed back until she felt the rough woody surface of an oak tree behind her. There were sounds of soft laughter-Al and Chet congratulating themselves on their latest catch. Then came the sounds of light jingling. Both boys had been bare from the waist up when Linda had passed them that evening on the road coming from her aunt's home to hers. She had felt uneasy then, quickening her pace when the boys stared silently and sullenly at her, then finally breaking into a wild run when they chased her. And now....
"Oh God!" the girl cried, hot tears welling up in her eyes. Al's fingers twisted around in her hair, pulling roughly on it. They forced the girl's eyelids to flutter open while a searing pain shot through her brain. Linda could feel Al rolling on top of her, his knees pushing out and forcing hers apart. It was then the girl realized that soft jingling she'd heard before was the sound of his belt buckle being unfastened. His Levi's were pushed down around his ankles. In the faint moonlight filtered by the thick cloud overhead, Linda could see Al's white flesh. A shiver of terror and strange excitement rippled through her body.
"There. That's better. Not so much yelling and twistin'," he said thickly, his wet mouth slobbering all over her earlobe. "We're gonna give you a nice gift for bein' such a nice girl." Linda kept on shaking, but stopped trying to choke out a cry for help. There wasn't a house around. She was halfway between her aunt's home some two miles back and her parents' house another mile down the country road. The thick forest separating the two lonely homes would block out any of her cries. With a sob of despair Linda resigned herself to what she knew would be a night of horrors.
"Now for a little of the action," Al murmured. His breath stank with beer. Linda thought she would faint. But she had to stay conscious. She had to know what they were doing to her.
With a quick move Al loosened one hand and moved it quickly until the girl felt it sliding under her thighs. Linda jerked up, pressing down with her buttocks and trying to twist around to escape those probing fingers. Al laughed softly, then pinched her hard with his thumb and forefinger. The blonde squealed like a stuck pig, then squealed again when she felt his hands running excitedly over the front of her body, feeling bits of flesh through the blouse that had been torn in her desperate escape attempt.
When Al's fingers ran under her skirt and tried to move between her thighs, Linda drew her legs together and pressed them hard against one another. Al grunted out in disappointment, then rolled on top of her, pushing his legs between hers. The idea of what he was trying to do made the blonde shake with revulsion. Linda could feel something hard and hot sliding up and down against her right upper leg. It was Al's cock, moving like a slimy snake over her flesh, sliding on its own oily surface of leaking cum. He was grunting like an animal, his breath coming in thick, uneven gasps. His hands crawled like spiders over her titties, over her arms, over her throat. The young blonde teenager felt as if she could never get clean again. Al's heavy, masculine body was pressing her down into the dirt, his cock edging up past her knees, up, higher and higher until she could feel it getting close to her virgin pussy.
The girl squirmed and writhed under him, trying to pull away. But Al still held tightly onto her hair. She found her desperate movements worse than useless. The boys had her where they wanted her.
Al's fat cock pushed into the tight crevice running between Linda's leg and her thigh. Her fingers clawed at the loose dirt under her. She could feel the damp soil working up under her panties. Her sandals slipped off while her feet dug desperately into the forest floor. The girl twisted her head back and forth, gasping for air, sobbing out half-completed cries for help as that filthy thing crept like a hungry animal toward her tight little cunny.
Soon Linda knew all that was separating the head of his thick cock from her snatch was her panties. When he pushed up again, the crotch of her briefs began pushing into her tight, wet cunny crack. And instead of the revulsion Linda had been feeling so far, the girl was surprised to feel a delightful little tingle begin to take over her crotch. That sensation terrified her, especially in the context of what was happening to her. No, they couldn't know what she felt. Linda bit her lower lip, vowing to fight to the end rather than let Al and diet know she was partially enjoying this.
"Get that skirt and blouse off her," Chet said. It was the first time Linda realized since the chase that there was someone else watching them. She felt a bolt of shame pass through her body when Al grabbed the bottom of her blouse and pulled, tearing it open. The buttons popped off. Then the big man put his fingers up under the center strap of her bra and yanked, snapping it open. Her full young titties tumbled out as the bra fell away onto the dirt below.
Al stared down at the round, soft mounds, his eyes burning into the large half-dollar sized red nipples that had begun to stiffen in the cool August evening air. He grunted with satisfaction, then jammed his hand between the girl's thighs. He rubbed it against her upper leg, then moved further up until he could feel the tightly drawn elastic of her leg band. He grabbed onto her panties, his fingers pulling at the crotch until he felt the sheer material tearing, then finally giving way to his tugs. With a yelp, Linda felt the last barrier to her cunt being torn away.
In another movement the boy unfastened her skirt, tearing it off quickly and tossing it to the right. Linda had been stripped, all her clothing peeled away. Her lithe, young body lay naked and vulnerable in the dim moonlight. Chet stood some three feet away, his hands cupped under his groin and massaging the hard hot cock under his Levi's while Al stared at the hairy vee between the trembling girl's spread legs.
"Jesus, look at that cunt," he said, bending forward and taking a closer look. "Seems to me somethin' that cute should be used more often."
"Stop it. I'm a virgin!" Linda cried helplessly.
The two boys laughed at her ridiculous cry. Then realizing what they were about to do to her she started struggling wildly. Her mouth opened, and this time she managed to get out one loud shout before Al clamped his big palm over her lips pressing it down so hard she could feel her lips peeling back across her front teeth.
"Please, don't rape me. Don't hurt me," she begged when he slid his hand off her mouth again. "I never hurt you. Please, don't.-" Her pleas would have moved any heart except Al's and Chefs right now. Their cocks were too stiff, their balls too hot and tight for their minds and hearts to soften. They saw a young girl they'd been watching for months. They'd privately vowed they'd take her when they could. They had gone too far now to back off.
Al only answered her sobs with animal grunts of pleasure. He was squeezing the firm round globes of her ass, digging his strong fingertips into her assflesh while pulling her buttocks apart in kneading motions. He laughed a half-strangled chuckle, then dropped his head down onto her throat and started lapping his tongue across the girl's hot flesh. Linda groaned, feeling her belly tighten and turn over as the hot, wet thing stroked over her throat, then moved to her right shoulder.
She was sick with disgust, sick at the little games Al thought he was playing with her senses. He teased her cruelly, painfully kneading her white skin into tight little balls, clenching them roughly in his hands before letting them go and moving onto other parts of her body. And all the while that hard dick rubbed against her leg, crawling like some disgusting insect up to her nest of pussy hairs.
"God, no, NO!"
"Chet. Get your pants down and shut this one up," Al called to his friend.
Linda could hear the sound of movement. Then she was aware of Chet dropping down next to her head, grabbing her hair and lifting her head into his lap. Chet shoved her nose against his crotch, making her inhale the sour, thick stench of stale sweat, piss and cum. Her nose flattened against his groin. Worse, the girl could feel Chet's long dick rubbing against her cheek. Linda had never dreamed she would be doing whorish things like that. Her mother told her only bad women took things like cocks and balls in their mouths and up their asses. And here she was, being held down and raped in the pussy by one while the other was trying to push his disgusting prick between her parted lips.
"No, don't. Oh God, I won't scream. I promise. Just take it away!" she pleaded in a tight, tiny voice. Linda tried lifting her cheek away from that prick, but Chet clamped his hand against the back of her head, pushing her face even deeper into his hot crotch.
"I'm gonna fuck her now," Al said simply, glancing up at his friend, then moving his eyes back to the cringing teenager. Linda felt herself sink like a rock in a pit of slime when Al's hands began crawling over her titties, squeezing the hot spongy flesh. His calloused thumbs rubbed cruelly over her hard, red nipples, sanding across those titty tips. And yet that movement created a strange sympathetic heated twinging deep in the roots of her cunt.
Then Al dug his fingertips into her asscheeks for leverage, slowly forcing his thumb into her tight, dry cunt. Linda had never let any boy touch her there. Only in the darkest of her secret moments did she touch herself there. And now this animal was toying with her, fingering the thick outer lips of her pussy, spreading her labes with his fingers as if they were made of rubber. His thumb kept on pushing into her, violating her pretty cunny, making her writhe with shame and agony. Each time she opened her mouth to scream, Linda felt the length of Chet's cock slithering across her lips. That sensation choked off any attempt at yelling. All she could do was keep from vomiting from the sickening feeling she sensed at the pit of her belly. Her ass moved frantically across the dirt, bouncing like a fleshy rubber ball in response to Al's fingering.
"Ummmm," Chet moaned, succeeding in driving his cockhead partially in to the girl's mouth. Linda felt that spongy, thick, sour-tasting thing drive against her front teeth. She spat violently, getting rid of the boy's prickhead for a moment, then twisted her head around to make sure he couldn't do that again to her.
Then Linda felt a strange pain deep in her pussy. The shock numbed her brain. And then the girl realized it was Al's thumb pressing against her cherry, working the tiny thin membrane around that was causing the agony. He was going to pop her cherry with his thumb! Oh God, to lose her virginity here, like this, with these animals above her! And then there was a bolt of pain ripping across her thighs. The girl jerked her knees up and twisted to the left, tears welling up in her eyes and rolling down her flushed cheeks. Linda gasped, holding her breath and fighting down the hard jolts of pain throbbing deep in her pussy. She bit down hard on her lower lip until she tasted something warm and salty.
Al had broken her cherry. She could hear him laughing about it with Chet as the big teenager still worked his fingers around her violated twat. Sobbing quietly the young blonde girl drew her knees up to her titties, curling up into a fetal position while Chet continued to rub his dick across the side of her face. Linda wanted to die. She'd been cruelly violated.
"She's bleedin' down there. Shit, the blood will only make it nice and smooth when I fuck her."
Linda couldn't believe her ears. They weren't through with her yet? Oh God, when would it end?
"She's tight, I'll tell you that," Al whispered thickly. He moved his fingers around the slick, velvety soft interior of the girl's virginal cunny. Al pulled her buttocks apart with his free hand, rubbing his fingertips along the tight crevice running between those fleshy mounds until they were playing with the tight wrinkled lips of her asshole. At the same time the big man caressed the inner lips of her dripping twat. The movements of his thumbs made Linda's cunt begin to heat up. It was that strange tingle she'd felt earlier.
But this time it didn't go away. She felt her pussy glowing like a burning coal, burning brighter and hotter with each soft caress. Involuntarily the girl clenched her ass muscles together and lifted her crotch up to her attacker. His delicious way of playing around with her shithole made Linda tremble with fear and excitement. What was he going to do with that hand? Terrible, delightful images floated across her spinning mind as Al's fingers began to move more quickly over her inner cuntal walls.
"No more, no more," Linda moaned. But she couldn't honestly say that was what she really meant. Though her brain spun with fear and degradation, there was that undeniably hot, tight itchy feeling growing in the pit of her cunny. Slowly, very slowly, her wet labes were spread apart again. The fleshy, soft lips of her pussy trench were wide-open now. Linda breathed a sigh filled with relief, expectation and terror. Slowly her knees fell apart. Her chest rose and fell faster and faster as her breathing became rapid and shallow. Her nipples were fully extended and stiffened now, her titties jiggling like bowls of jello shaken by an unseen hand.
"Like that baby? For someone who's never had a fuck, you sure heat up fast," Al commented drily.
The girl twitched like a speared fish, jerking forward and up as Al's middle finger shot out of her cunny. He moved the tip up maddeningly slowly along her right outer labe, closer and closer to her unsheathed clitty. That long finger kept up its teasing journey toward her sputtering sex nerve center. Linda snapped her knees together, her feet crossing at the ankles while she rolled gently back and forth.
Those subtle rocking motions forced her labes to rub back and forth against one another, against Al's continual sliding finger, against that hot, stiff, itchy clit that was driving her slowly out of her mind. She could feel the hard cold ground underneath her. The air around her was growing colder and colder as the night advanced. But the girl would only think of Al and what he was doing to her snatch.
"Hold her tighter," Al grunted to Chet. Then he speared his middle finger all the way in, moving it around and around like a spoon in a dish of melted butter. Linda let out another low, soft moan as her soft thighs closed around either side of Al's wrist. The big teenager felt her cuntal membranes stretching a little as he moved his finger around. "She's gonna be a nice, tight fuck," he commented, his eyes looking into hers and boring into her skull like death rays.
Linda felt a spasm of shame at the height of her passion and let out another sob of shame and total humiliation. She was letting these boys do things to her she would never let others who were more worthy of her company. Her mother and father had told her what these boys would do if they had the chance. And Linda found out to her disgust that her parents were right.
"Yeah, baby, yeah. That's it. Wiggle around like that. You save me half the trouble," Al said, laughing at her. Linda was too ashamed to say anything. Turning her head away from both Chet and his friend, the young blonde girl bit down hard on her lower lip once more and vowed she would get back at these two no matter what.
Suddenly she felt something brushing against her stiffened clit. It was as if someone had wired her pussy with a 110-volt battery and turned it on! Linda's body stiffened and trembled while a tight high-pitched wail ripped from her throat. The veins stood out on her forehead as she felt Al's thumb and forefinger lightly pinch her tiny sex spindle, caressing that hard red bud, then rolling it around until the girl thought she was going to piss from the tension and excitement. She had never felt anything like it before!
"Watch her! Shit, she's better than them whores down in Bellingham!" Al cried in honest surprise. He watched with delight as the young, untouchable girl bucked and thrashed on the ground below him. He almost shot his load just staring at her sexual acrobatics.
And then just as suddenly as that finger shot it, it slipped out. Linda closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath. She knew what was next. Like a sacrificial vestal virgin the young blonde lay quietly, her knees pushed up and spread apart by Al. She felt him slide between her thighs, then felt the head of his throbbing cock brush along the inner hot wet flesh of her thighs. Now the full, long hardness of Al's dick lay hard against her shut cuntal lips. Only a little movement on either person's part would make that cock sink into the virginal depths of Linda's cunny. A strange hot wetness drifted across her titties and across her feet.
"Gonna fuck you, baby. Gonna make them cuntlips peel back, stretch until they tear to take my fat dick. You're gonna feel somethin' you've been dreamin' about but never asked for. When I get through with you, you ain't gonna be able to piss for a week!"
The words were obscene and foul. And yet they excited the girl terribly. She could feel his cock twitching and leaping against her flesh. The lust-bloated prick rested, throbbing against her creaming split. Slowly Al started hunching his thighs, making his dick rub up and down. Linda thought she would go crazy. His cock was teasing her maddeningly. The young blonde twisted and writhed her hips trying to escape that crazy pressure making her act like a two-bit whore. Linda cringed, rubbing her ass hard against the ground. If only she could get away from them!
"Hold her steady, Chet. I'm going in, and I don't want her pushing me out."
Linda felt her outer labes being forced apart, peeled back by the fat spongy head of Al's driving prick. She threw her head back, rolling it back and forth against the ground as he fed her inches of his hot, hard dickmeat. The rubber-like rim of her snatch stretched around the intruding cock, clamping around it like a collar. She let out a long, low moan from between her clenched teeth. Chet was still trying to push his prick into her mouth while holding down her shoulders. But Linda swore she would let Al chew her cunt to pieces before she would open her mouth again.
Al rested for a second, then shoved in again. The blonde teenager's cunt was tighter than he'd imagined. The outer labes had stretched only temporarily, tightening up again and clamping down hard at the neck of his cock. Raising his ass higher, Al moved his thighs from side to side, making his cock ream out the throat of Linda's clenching cunny. Slowly the muscles around her outer labes relaxed and the big man let out a grunt of satisfaction when more of his dickmeat sank like a hot poker into the buttery mass of Linda's snatch.
"God, oh God!" the girl cried. Her legs kicked out on either side of her body. Shock wave after shock wave of a strange pain-pleasure racked her body.
"Goddamn. It feels like she's got no hole at all!" Al grunted. The pressure of Linda's tight pussywalls prevented him from driving his cock in further than three inches. Taking a deep breath, he shoved down with all his strength. Linda let out a wild cry of shock, pain and humiliation. In one move he drove the entire length of his blood-engorged cock into her tight cunt, burying himself inside her up to the fat root of his prick.
"AHHHHH!" Linda shrieked, feeling as if Al were tearing her snatch apart with his dick. Once more she tried to squirm away. But this time the big teenager moved his legs over hers, pinning the girl down to the dirt while he moved his thighs sensuously back and forth. Gently, almost lovingly, Al was caressing the warm, wet depths of her pussy with his throbbing prickhead.
CHAPTER TWO
Linda cried out again, twisting and jerking under Al's insistent attack. She felt as if she were being impaled by a long, sharp stick jabbed through the wet walls of her snatch. The young blonde girl could hardly believe her body could take so much cockmeat at one time without splitting into a thousand pieces.
Chet had long since given up trying to shove his dick into Linda's mouth. The girl was twisting and yelling too much for any oral entry. Backing away slightly. Chet reached down and grabbed a handful of her twisted, matted hair, rubbing the silky strands over his cock and balls, jerking himself off while watching his friend fuck Linda.
"Oh baby, you're good and warm and wet inside," Al murmured, pulling his hands up along her sides and roughly caressing her flesh. Linda's flesh crawled with revulsion, but also with a strange excitement when he said those words. They seemed to touch forbidden chords long silent in the girl's soul. As much as she hated to show it, Linda felt her cunny tightening, relaxing, then tightening again, milking Al's cock like a soft pair of lips. She opened her eyes and saw the big man's face twisted into a mask of lust, but smiling sneeringly at her excitement.
Al raised his buttocks slightly, drawing an inch or two of his fat bloated cock out of her pussy. The girl gasped at the sudden movement. It felt as if her entire insides were being drawn out with his dick. Linda stiffened, jerking up her hands and holding tightly onto Al's curved back.
"You fuck like a mink, baby," Al taunted, moving his ass from left to right. That movement forced his cock to ream out the throat of the girl's cunny again. Linda rotated her ass instinctively in the opposite direction, doubling the amount of friction. Sweat began to roll down her pinched face, burning into her flared nostrils and eyes.
Then Al pushed back down, the pulsating pressure of the dick making her nerve-endings sputter with pain and pleasure.
"Ohhh, God! God!" she gasped. Linda's eyelids fluttered open and her eyeballs rolled back into her head as Al developed a rhythmic fucking in and out of her pussy. She could feel his fat balls crushing into the bottom junction of her cunt lips. His breathing became heavier and caught at times. The girl could feel the fat veins protruding from the sides of his sliding dick slip past her stretched labes. Slowly her mind burned faster and faster, consumed by a sexual fever she thought existed only in the few dirty jokes she'd overheard her father and uncle tell.
The young blonde began to meet Al's downward thrusts with thrusts of her own, shamelessly bucking up against the big man's hairy crotch, groaning and grunting, twisting and hunching up. That tight, hot itchy feeling had grown into a mind splintering ache, gripping her cunt like the sharp claws of an eagle. Linda cried out half-completed phrases, laughing and sobbing at the same time.
Her flesh glowed in the dim moonlight, bathed in a thin slick of flowing sweat. Her titties jiggled, rolled together, then fell apart with every violent twist and jerk she made. The girl's fingers raked Al's back, clawing at the hot hard flesh while her knees hugged his humping sides. It was as if she were raping him and not him fucking her. Suddenly her mind was alive with obscene images of cocks and balls, cocks and balls, all pulsating and full with thick cum about to explode just for her.
Al's hands crawled shamelessly all over Linda's body now. They made her wriggle maddeningly, making the young man warn Linda to lie still because he was about to cum. Those hands started massaging her nipples, squeezing them, pinching them until the young teenager thought he was going to pinch them off. And yet every time Al squeezed those fleshy hard buttons, Linda squealed, feeling a flash of heat tear across her pulling cunt.
"Fuck her! Fuck her good, Al!" Chet was gasping, stroking his cock faster and faster with the strands of Linda's blonde hair. It was only now the girl realized what was happening to her. She was surrounded by cockmeat. One inside her, the other above her, both hot, hard and ready to shoot their vile jizz. She could hear Chet chanting in time to the rhythmic attacks of his friend's cock while it rammed in and out of the girl's pussy. His tongue was half hanging out while he stared stupidly at the sight of Linda's crotch helplessly attacked by Al's body. He watched in amazement as his friend's cock was drawn out slowly as if to show him how screwing was done, held for a second so just the flared fat head remained buried in Linda's cunt, then slowly shoved back in while the young teenager grunted and let her knees fall apart.
Chet watched as that wet, shining cock was swallowed by the girl's hot cunny. Only his fear of Al's temper stopped Chet from doing something more with the girl. Maybe after his buddy got through he'd have a chance with her. But right now the young boy would have to satisfy himself with this second-hand fucking.
Linda's mind sank into a dim red haze of semi-consciousness. She tried to blot out the image of Al and Chet, thinking only of the warm, tight, tingling ache deep in her cunt that was turning her into a woman. Oh, how good it felt, not to think of those filthy boys above her and to concentrate on what was happening deep in the roots of her wet pussy. She could hear those wet, fucking sounds of cockmeat drawing out and spearing into her hole, trenching out her fuck slit time and time again. That mushroom-shaped dickmeat was sliding faster and faster back and forth inside her heated fuckhole, bouncing off her clit again and again. His soft balls kept on slapping against her upturned buttcheeks.
Heated rushes of air blew against her thighs as Al kept on fucking over and over, clawing now at her tits and belly flesh, throwing his head back and letting out growls and grunts of obscene animal pleasure. Rivulets of sweat trickled down his massive hairy chest now, matting down his thick coat of body fur. He looked like a demon come up from hell, his eyes blazing with an insane fury as he pumped himself up for a gigantic cum.
Linda felt a shiver of terror ripple across her back and tighten her belly when she stared at the big man. She knew he could tear her apart at any second with his bare hands. His excitement was so great he had no care for her comfort or pleasure. All he wanted was the maximum pleasure for his stone hard, hot cock. And if that meant hurting her, so much the better.
Linda gasped, hot tears running down her cheeks. She could feel Al's cock swelling like a balloon inside her, pushing out the walls of her already stretched pussy. His hot, sticky jizz was already beginning to leak out, mixing with her flowing cuntal fluid. She could feel something warm and wet leaking out of her violated hole, trickling down between her compressed asscheeks, seeping into her puckered asshole. She was leaking! Hot juices-hers and Al's-were spilling out of her pussy and wetting down the rest of her body. Oh God, how could she be acting like this-like some vulgar animal being fucked in the barnyard, and with that dirty friend of Al's above her, about to shoot his wad into her hair!
"Yes, yes," Linda moaned silently, unable to keep her pleasure to herself any longer. The more the girl thought of the shame and humiliation these two boys were forcing her to submit to, the more intense she felt her pleasure to be.
"Baby, you're good. Fuckin' good," Al answered. But his voice seemed to come out of the distance. Linda was sinking fast into herself, conscious only of that hot ache building faster and more intense with each passing second. The girl felt his moving cock begin to pound her faster. Her thighs were spreading farther and farther apart. Al pounded his cock wildly now, feeling his cum boiling up from his dangling nuts up to his cockhead. It was as if a ball of fire were slowly moving up, then stopping for an instant at the tip of his prick. He let out a short animal yelp just before the first wad shot out of his cunt-embedded prick.
Then Chet moved his cock down to Linda's face and began rubbing it over her nose, over her lips, over her cheeks. He rubbed faster and faster. And Linda, already hot with perverted sexual heat, pressed harder against his cock.
Linda was going crazy with sensation. The two cocks, one rubbing against her face while the other worked in and out, around and around her steaming cunt, felt like one massive thrust of pleasure against her clit. Al's hands moved down from her swollen titties, around her thighs until they were cupping her asscheeks once more. He was squeezing the round, sweaty mounds, kneading, pulling, tugging at them, half crazed with excitement, using his forefinger to slide into her asscrack.
Normally Linda would have rather died than let anyone play with that part of her body. And yet now all she could think of was how wonderful it would be to have his fingers wriggling inside her body. When she felt his finger sink past the tight ring of puckered asshole flesh to the first digit, she also sensed a sudden tightening of Al's muscles. His breathing caught and his lower jaw dropped. There was a growl that turned into a low animal-like howl. In an instant the first thick wad of spunk shot out of his throbbing dickhead and buried itself deep in the girl's cunt.
"HHHNNNNGHH!" Al gasped. Linda's ass slammed against his crotch. The girl thrilled to the idea that he was shooting that stuff she'd heard so much about in sex education classes at school-and shooting it inside her! The thought of that wonderful spunk spewing inside her drove Linda over the brink. She felt her clitty sputter, then felt waves of clit-shattering pleasure sweep over her cunt.
"NNNNGGGHHH!" the girl cried between her clenched teeth, twisting her body like a serpent under Al's insistent fucking. He kept spearing his cock in and out, the white cum still shooting out of his cockhead, filling up her twat, then spilling out and running through the thick forest of blonde cunny hairs. It sounded like a stick being shoved in and out of a mud hole.
"Oh yeah, yeah," Chet moaned, stroking his cock again and again with her hairs, wondering if he should jerk off in her hair or wait until Al was finished with the girl.
Linda's shout excited Al to heights he had rarely seen. He was amazed at the amount of cum he was shooting and at the length of his orgasm. His nuts slowly emptied their hot load.
"OHHH! Ooohhhhh!" Linda cried, her voice trailing off to a broken whisper as she felt the last of Al's heavy load dumped into her stretched snatch.
"Sheeit! That was a mighty good fuck, baby," the big teenager said, squeezing his asscheeks together and drawing his flaccid cock out of her pussy. Linda let out another low moan when his dickhead slipped out from between her puckered outer labes. She felt strangely empty without that long, thick cock pressing against her cuntal walls. She lay quietly, her eyes half closed like those of a contented cat. The girl stared expectantly at Al, watching him watch her. Then she remembered Chet.
"You wanta try her?" Al asked, craning his neck back and grinning at his friend. Linda felt her blood chill when a pair of hands flipped her over like a pancake. She felt the dirt cling to her legs, belly and cunt as Chet straddled her after pushing down his Levi's and completely exposing his black-haired crotch. Unlike Al, Chet was shorter but almost twice as thick. Linda twisted her head around and saw that bloated sausage sticking out from Chet's groin. Even in the dark she could see his white uneven teeth above her. His powerful legs were like two fleshy columns rising on the side of her.
"Please, don't-fuck me there. Oh God, please don't," the girl pleaded, even though she knew such pleas only inflamed people like Al and Chet.
The boys didn't answer. Al was leaning against a pine some five feet away, chewing on a long pine needle he'd found on the ground and looking almost unconcerned at what was happening while Chet just stared down at the two perfectly shaped ass globes jutting out of the darkness toward him. His lips were twisted up into a lustful, obscene grin while he was milking his hot dick slowly between his long fingers. Linda's heart beat wildly. She could feel her belly turning over and tightening at the thought of what he was going to do to her.
Then Chet lowered himself between her widely spread legs, pushing her thighs further apart with his big, rough hands. Linda saw him drop his hands to either side of her shoulders. Soon he was resting on top of her, his chest nesting in the hollow of her back while his arms slid under her shoulders and his fingers groped cruelly for her flattened titties.
"Stop it. You bastard! You pervert, stop it!" Linda cried, grunting and groaning when she felt that fat prick pressing into her asscrack. The thought of being fucked in the ass by that thick rod terrified and sickened her. Linda dug her elbows into the soft dirt under her and tried crawling away. It was futile. The loose leaves and dirt tumbled from a small hill in front of her into her mouth, nose and eyes, nearly blinding and choking her. The boys laughed at her useless attempts of escape.
"Hey, pig slut, you never been fucked before in the ass? Hey, whore, you ain't lived until you've felt Chet's dick reaming out your asshole," Al taunted, laughing, then putting the pine needle back in his mouth and chewing thoughtfully while he watched his buddy perform.
Linda yelped in terrified surprise, her legs kicking out like those of a frightened rabbit when she felt Chet's thick forefinger suddenly plunge past the tight sphincter muscles and stick into her ass up to the second digit. The teenager's eyelids flickered open and her nostrils flared wildly.
"OOOOOWWW!" she cried, hot tears spilling out from her eyes and rolling down her dirt flushed cheeks while Chet wiggled his finger like a startled worm around and around her shit-chute. Her knees dug into the ground while her body shook violently. The pain and surprise made Linda piss onto the ground, a thing not unnoticed by Chet.
"Hey, I scared the piss out of her," he commented, laughing, then shoving his finger in deeper and watching the young girl squirm under his cruel, vicious attack.
"You'd better stick that cock in before she shits, then," Al commented.
Chet didn't need the advice. Already he speared another finger into Linda's tight asshole, twisting the two of them around and around, stretching the warm pink lining until the girl thought he was going to rip her bowels apart. Reaching down under her belly, the big man clawed at her flesh, pushing his fingers further and further past her belly button until he felt the hairs covering her tiny cunny mound. Linda sobbed and begged him to stop as Chet started to milk the fat hot lips together, letting his fingers work over the sensitive pussy flesh until the girl was squirming more with delight and heat than with pain and fear. His fingers were still stuck in her ass. But they seemed less cruel than before. There seemed to be a connection between her asshole and her cunny, a connection Linda never suspected existed before.
"YIIIIII!" the blonde cried. In his excitement Chet yanked at her pubic hairs, pulling some out by the roots and causing more pain. And then came the ultimate shock to her body of that terrible evening.
"Get ready, baby," Chet warned, pulling his hands out from her sopping pussy and bracing himself. Linda felt his cock moving up from its lengthwise position in her asscrack, pulling up until it was poised like a dagger above her stretched bunghole. With a quick jabbing movement downward, Chet started to drive his cock into the teenager's ass.
"OWWW! Oh God, don't do it! Oh Christ, please, pl-l-pleeaase...." Linda's words tumbled over one another until they blended into a hellish shriek of pain and humiliation. It seemed as if her entire body were coming apart. Shooting pains throbbed over her groin, her legs, her back as Chet kept on pushing his cock hard against her bunghole. It resisted, fighting back the dick while the young man grunted and swore. Linda clawed helplessly at the loose dirt, her throat feeling dry and tight. She wriggled furiously under the brutal attack, turning, twisting, trying still to pull free from under Chet's heavy body. But his hands and legs held her pinned to the dirt, pressing her hard against the forest floor while his cock kept on trying to enter her asshole.
White-hot flashes of agonizing pain grew worse. And then the sphincter gave way, relaxing slightly and letting that big dick sink into her bung. Linda let out a cry of surprise and horror. What would this do to her body? Would she be hurt in some way?
"Shit, this is better than fucking that cunt," Chet grunted, happy with his success. He was easily driving his thick prong into her asshole now, wriggling his ass, reaming out her shithole, then finally driving his cock all the way into the fat root.
Linda sobbed and gasped, feeling heated pleasure starting to burn through her body in spite of the pain racking her ass. Red and black stars of brilliant light exploded in front of her eyes as Chet started to fuck her rhythmically.
Chet squirmed closer, using his broad hairy hips to force her thighs farther apart. He rose and fell like the waves of the ocean. Linda whimpered and gasped when she realized the lustful sensations inside her were growing higher and hotter. She felt Chet reach down and shove his hand under her thigh. Soon he was back to her cunt, working her labes together, milking them until the creamy cuntal foam started to slick down his fingertips. He moved his fingers up slightly until he found her clitty shaft. Linda cried out in shame and unbounded pleasure when he squeezed that tiny sex bud, rolling it around and around while he kept on driving his prick harder and harder into her ass.
It hurt terribly. Linda couldn't deny the pain. But with that hurt was a thrilling, hot sensation that was intensified by Chet's strumming of her unsheathed clitty. The excitement was building like a bomb deep inside her. The power of another orgasm was about to sweep her over.
Now Linda was sobbing. But this time not with pain. Suddenly all the hurt and humiliation that had made her want to get away combined with the intense pleasure tearing at her cunny. Her twat was throbbing as the pressure inside kept on building. Then there were those hot flashes from her ass, made hotter and more powerful by Chet's brutal ass-fucking. She could feel his nuts pressing against the curved bottoms of her jiggling asscheeks. She thought of the jizz packed tightly inside his balls. That thought made her ass start to tighten on the fat shaft. Linda raised her hips and bumped against the cock, almost as if she actually wished it could be buried deeper inside her. Chet let out a short laugh, then peeled back her outer labes with one hand and started clawing brutally at the sensitive hot wet cunny flesh. The girl barked and sobbed, twisting in the dirt, writhing, begging to be fucked harder and faster. Her hair tangled across her face while her cunt became a hot wet mess of drooling membranes and slicked down cunthairs.
Chet stabbed into her ass more viciously now, pounding violently into the tight clutch of ass tissue. And then Linda felt herself cumming. The orgasm was as powerful, if not more so, than the one before. She was cumming, having an anal orgasm triggering a cuntal one. It was incredible-like having her entire body turned into a throbbing, cumming clit. The girl barked and yelped, jerking, twitching, pounding the loose dirt with clenched fists while Chet dumped his spunk into her cumming asshole.
Linda had no idea how long her orgasm lasted, nor any idea how long she lay quietly after Chet yanked his cock out of her ass and pulled up his Levi's. She felt a combination of shame and indescribable pleasure at what had happened to her. She was no longer a virgin. She'd been initiated into a kind of sexuality many married women had never tasted. Her mind was still whirling around and around with the significance of what had happened that evening when she felt Al's strong hands slide under her shoulders and roll her back over on her ass.
"Don't think you can get your daddy to do any thin' about this. You tell anybody what happened and we're gonna have that pretty little ass of yours hangin' from one of these trees, understand?"
Linda nodded silently, covering her face with her arms, then breaking down into choked sobs.
"Come on. Let's get out of here," Al said, slapping Chet playfully on the shoulder. In a moment Linda was left alone in the dark, sobbing quietly while she crawled carefully forward and searched for her torn clothing.
CHAPTER THREE
For the next three days Linda said little to anyone. Her mother and father suspected something had happened to her that evening when she came home late from her aunt's. But the pretty young girl denied anything had happened, claiming she'd met one of her friends-Tina Stafford-on the road and the two of them wound up talking until late. Fortunately her parents hadn't seen her when she walked through the kitchen door and sneaked up the stairs to her bedroom where she cried herself to sleep.
"Linda, why do I have to say we talked late that night?" Tina asked her that afternoon when the young blonde phoned her.
"I'll tell you later. Please, Tina, just tell me you'll tell my mother what I said," the girl begged desperately. Tina agreed, wondering as she hung up the phone what had happened to her best friend.
On the fourth day after the brutal double rape Linda found her mother insisting again that she go to town and try to find a job. She'd graduated from high school that June. It was August already, and all she could do was sit around the house and look like some queen. Linda had heard those words before and closed her eyes wearily, trying to block out those whining phrases that nearly drove her crazy. Especially now the young girl wanted to be left alone.
But her mother was merciless, nearly yelling at her until the girl finally agreed to take the extra car and drive into Brockton that afternoon. As she stood naked in front of the bedroom mirror about to dress, Linda saw the scratches and red marks still around her ass and thighs-marks given to her by Chet and Al when they so brutally ripped her virginity away from her.
It still seemed like an awful dream, something she'd dreamed up in the darkest fantasy trip she'd ever taken. But the marks told her what had happened was real. Tears welled up in her eyes as she stepped into the pink silk panties and pulled them up over her hairy little cunny mound. She thought of Al's big fat dick peeling back her lips, sinking into the hot morass of her swampy pussy until his cockhairs tickled the sensitive membranes of her inner cunny lips. She shuddered, feeling hot-cold chills running up and down her skin. Her flesh puckered up into goose pimples. No, no, she couldn't let herself think of that brutal rape in such delicious images. It was awful, perverted what had happened to her. And yet secretly Linda hoped something like that would happen to her again.
Tucking her pullover into her slacks, Linda slung her shoulder bag purse over her arm and ran down the stairs, kissing her mother lightly on the cheek before running out the door.
"I called Mr. Bronson at the card shop on Second Street. He says he'll be glad to talk to you about a part-time job while you're still thinking about college," her mother said in her usual pushy way.
Linda smiled, waved, then drove the twenty miles into town. The interview with the old man went better than she thought, although the young girl had her doubts about Mr. Bronson. She noticed the way his eyes kept roaming over her thighs, moving up along the tit-swells of her sweater until they came to rest on her face with a kind of leering stare. She felt panic rise like bile in her throat, remembering the look in Chet's eyes as he crouched poised over her upturned ass that night in the woods. It was the same kind of perverted, lustful leer that nearly drove her screaming from the store. But the teenager fought back the terror and grief, smiled and tried to ignore the pinching motions Bronson was making with his fingers-pinching movements that reminded her of Al's manipulations of her stiff nipples that evening.
"You can start today. I'll call your mother," he said, pointing to the card display at the front of the store while he started moving toward the rear storeroom. Linda hadn't counted on such immediate hiring and working. But she thought about how she had been brooding on the rape and her response to it. Maybe work would help her forget. And the chances of running into Al and Chet who lived only a few miles from her Parents' home were less here in the crowded downtown area of Brocton. Later she could think of running away to Boston if need be. , The remainder of the afternoon passed quickly, a large number of customers coming in and keeping Bronson's roaming hands busier on the cash register than on Linda's body.
"Time to close up," Bronson said, glancing down at his wristwatch, then running his stubby fingers through his thinning hair. He was forty-three, short, plump, reminding Linda of an overripe prune. Still, he was paying her, keeping her mother off her back, and giving her time to think things out.
"I'll see you then tomorrow, Mr. Bronson," Linda said, stepping quickly from behind the counter and opening the front door before the little man could make it to her. He stared disappointedly at her as she stepped into the street and waved cheerfully good-bye.
Slipping into her car and slamming the door shut, Linda fished out the keys from her purse and inserted them in the ignition. Nothing happened. She tried again and again, but with the same result. The girl slumped back defeated in her seat.
"Something wrong, Linda?"
The girl twisted her head around and saw Mr. Bronson leaning on the door of her father's car and peering like an owl into the interior.
"The car. It-it won't start," Linda stammered, feeling uneasy being caught in a situation like this. She felt a scream rising in her throat for some strange reason, although she fought down the desire once more and tried to smile.
"I'll give you a lift home if you don't mind," Mr. Bronson said easily, opening the door for her before Linda had a chance to answer. Actually, she would have preferred calling Tina's father and asking him to get her. Her own father was in Boston with her mother's car and wouldn't be home until late. But still Bronson was her new boss and Linda didn't want to offend him.
The drive back was quiet. Linda sat all the way over on the passenger's side of the seat in spite of encouraging motions made by Bronson for her to snuggle a little closer to him. It was getting dark, as they turned off the main highway onto the road that ran past her aunt's home to her house. She felt herself shriveling up as they passed the spot where she first met Al and Chet that night.
"Something wrong?" Linda had let out a tiny sob of fear and a tear was rolling down her cheek.
"No, nothing," she said sullenly, wiping the tear away and staring out the side window. She vowed to leave Brockton soon. She couldn't stay, not after what had happened to her. She felt dirty, vile. Linda couldn't face her family and friends-not after what those horrible boys had done to her.
"Where are we going?" she asked nervously as they made another turn and started rocking slowly down a narrow dirt road. The sudden change in route cut through her train of thought.
"Come on, honey. We can get friendly. I'll give you a raise if you give me one," Bronson said, stopping the car with a jerk and quickly turning off the motor. Linda felt her skin crawl as she reached out and slashed the air with her fingernails. It was too dark where they were parked for her to see Bronson well.
"Little bitch," he growled. Linda felt a strong set of fingers wrap around her left arm, pulling her struggling across the seat toward the steering wheel. She screamed and twisted as much as she could, clawing the little fat man's arms and neck with her fingernails.
But Bronson was stronger than she'd anticipated. His perverted lust added strength to his stubby arms and enabled him to pin the girl down against the back of the front seat. She could feel his breath blowing against her exposed throat. There was the stench of foul breath invading her nostrils. Then his rubbery lips were on her throat, sliding up and down her flesh while his hands fumbled for her breasts.
"Oh God, not again," Linda cried, finding strength to push him away and roll to the right. Bronson grabbed her again by the arm. But the girl managed to shake him free long enough to open the door and roll out onto the dirt.
"Come back here, you little bitch," Bronson shouted from the car as Linda ran with all her strength through the black woods. Unlike Chet and Al, Bronson, she knew, wouldn't be able to chase her for long. Still the thought that she had been a subject of another attack so soon after that dual rape drove the girl half insane with fear and humiliation.
"God, God, God," she sobbed, stumbling over the uneven ground, her arms out in front to protect her from the hanging branches and jutting bushes. Linda ran for what seemed like hours, darting blindly through the woods. Finally she felt her strength suddenly seep out of her. Sobbing hysterically, the girl collapsed in a defeated heap, her body shaking as a soft breeze blew through the woods from the south.
After several minutes passed, Linda realized she'd have to get home somehow and explain to her mother what happened-at least with Bronson. She could never go back to work there again. Pushing herself up from the ground and straightening her clothing, Linda wiped the tears from her eyes and pushed her long blonde hair back away from her eyes. She noticed only now lights not five hundred feet from where she'd collapsed. Maybe the people there had a phone. She could call Tina and beg her to come and get her.
As she neared the cabin, Linda could hear laughing faintly coming out from behind the closed door. Sucking in a deep breath, Linda straightened her body and stepped from the woods into the small clearing where the rustic cabin sat. A Chevy pick-up stood to the right of the vacation cottage, its red paint brightly illuminated by the light pouring out from a side window.
Linda stepped onto the porch and knocked tentatively on the door, wondering how she looked and wondering what kind of story she'd tell these people.
"Well, look what dropped in."
"Oh my God!" Linda cried, stepping back and covering her mouth with both hands. It was Al!
"So, you couldn't get enough and had to hunt us up for more," Chet shouted drunkenly from inside the cabin. He was leaning heavily against a wooden table that sat in the middle of the room, a beer bottle held loosely in his hand while he wiped flecks of liquor and spittle from his mouth.
"God, oh God, no, NO!" Linda turned and ran wildly down the stairs, her purse falling from her shoulders to the ground. She ran blindly, her hands stretched in front of her. She had to make it back to the woods. Anything, even Bronson, was better than submitting to these animals again.
"Come on, baby," she heard Al's drunken voice behind her. She was almost free when she felt his strong hands grab her hair and jerk back.
"OHHH!" Linda cried in pain. He was pulling hard back on her hair. She stumbled forward a few more steps before the pain became too great. With another great yelp the young blonde fell to her knees.
"Mmmmmm, that's what I want to feel," Al said, wrapping his hands around the bottom of her chin and pressing her head back against his crotch. He was drunk and feeling cruel. Linda felt the breath being choked out of her as his fingers pressed against her windpipe. Gurgling out strangled sounds, the young blonde reached up and tried to claw her way free. But Al held on, moaning with sexual delight while he rubbed the back of her head against his bulging groin.
"Hey, don't take all the fun," Chet cried out from the front of the cabin.
"You're always wantin' a piece of the action without going out and doin' the work to get it," Al grumbled, loosening his grip. It was all Linda needed. She jerked her head back, hitting Al's groin hard.
"AHHHH!" he cried, doubling over and holding his crotch in pain. Linda scrambled to her feet and pitched forward, ignoring the screams as she aimed for the woods. But Chet had already stepped from the porch of the cabin and was even with Al when the sudden move occurred. In seconds Linda was pinned again to the dirt, Chet's body crawling over her back and ass like a filthy slime.
"Ohh, that feels good. Remember that, baby?" Chet moaned hotly in her right ear while he hunched his crotch against her ass. Linda let out another low groan of horror, digging her fingertips into the loose soil. Not again, not again, she thought over and over to herself. Get her over to the shed. I'm gonna teach that bitch a lesson," Al shouted, his face still pinched with pain. He followed Chet and Linda, one hand still cupped over his injured groin. They dragged her to a small shed one hundred yards away from the main cabin. Chet opened the bolted wooden door and pushed Linda roughly in. The girl cried out in fear, stumbling forward in the darkness and banging her knees against something hard. When the overhead bare bulb was switched on, she saw it was an old couch.
"Get down," Al said roughly, reaching out with his free hand and pushing her forward. Linda lost her balance and fell to the floor with a loud crash.
"This is going to be fun," Chet said, grinning foolishly and swaying dangerously back and forth.
"Shut up. Now, little bitch, since you've got so much spunk, I wanna see you beg for cock. Come on, I know you want it. Now beg for it!"
Linda was terrified. She felt ashamed and insulted.
"Never. You won't hear that from me," Linda said defiantly, brushing her hair from her eyes and staring with terror mixed with hatred at Al.
"Wanna bet?" he said just as angrily, reaching down and ripping off her pullover with a quick jerky movement. Linda cried out, crossing her arms quickly over her bra. Al was strong, made stronger by his anger, and knocked away her hands. With another movement the girl felt her bra torn from her back. When she tried to protect her naked titties, Al slapped her hard across the face with the back of his left hand.
The blow knocked the girl to the floor half dazed. Pulling a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, Al knocked one out, lit it and put it between his teeth. Taking a long drag and blowing the smoke into Linda's face, the big man pulled the cigarette out from his mouth and slowly brought the glowing tip to within an inch of the blonde's right nipple.
Linda took a deep breath and held it. She lay very still, not daring to make a move as Al watched her carefully. The heat from the cigarette started to burn her nipple, making it hurt. And yet something deep inside her was happening. She was starting to feel excitement and she knew that was registering in her eyes. Al smiled, then pulled the cigarette away.
"Get the dog," he said to Chet, rocking back on his heels but keeping his eyes fastened on Linda's terrified face.
CHAPTER FOUR
Linda waited with terror, her eyes fastened on the opened shed door. She had heard Al's orders and wondered what they were going to do with that animal.
Al said nothing, standing next to the couch and staring down at her naked tits. In a few minutes they both could hear Chet coming back. And with him came the animal.
"It's nice of you to drop in," Al said ironically.
"You, you...." Linda was afraid to tell him what she thought.
"That's it, baby. I don't like the kind of broads who give in and start cry in' right away. I knew when my buddy and I moved into the old Swensen place down the road you were our kind of people."
"My mother was right. She thought you and he were nothing but white trash." The words escaped from her in spite of her former vow not to say anything.
Al's lips curled up into a nasty smile. Stepping around until he faced the girl, he raised his right hand high over her head, then held it there for a second.
"Look who's been fucked so hard she can't stand up. And then who begged for more, hm? No, baby," Al continued, enjoying Linda's obvious shame and humiliation. "Maybe it all started out as rape, but you can't stop that cunt of yours now."
At that point Chet stepped into the cabin. Trotting behind him was a three-year-old black and white German shepherd.
"That's Jack," Al said proudly, turning his head around briefly and clucking a greeting to the entering animal. "We took him all the way back here with us from Oklahoma. Good for huntin' birds, or lickin' cunts." The last words burned like acid in Linda's brain.
"What?" She couldn't believe her ears. They were going to force her to do something with that dog? Oh God, won't anything stop this ultimate degradation?
"Stay, Jack. Come on, Chet, and let's get Miss Goody Two Shoes undressed."
Linda struggled on the couch, using her fists as best she could to beat away the two men. But they only laughed, digging their fingers cruelly into her tender flesh, commenting on how the marks from their last attack were still there. Linda meanwhile, tried to keep on her slacks, holding onto the waistband after Chet had torn open the top button and ripped apart the zipper. But Al was too strong and quick for her, knocking her hands away, then tugging at the black material until it slid easily from under her squirming buttcheeks and went down around her ankles.
"Oh God! God!" Linda cried, stripped completely now, her legs spread apart on the couch. She opened her eyes and saw the German shepherd staring hotly at her. His long pink tongue was hanging limply out of the side of his mouth. She watched his hairy, massive chest heave up and down with excitement while his brown eyeballs danced merrily in his head. From somewhere deep in his throat a growl came out, making Linda push back into the dirty torn material of the old couch.
"Okay, baby. I wanna see if old Jack here can turn you on like we did," Al said, moving his raised hand around in a signal to the animal.
"Why are you doing this?" Linda wailed, her eyes growing large with terror. The animal wagged its big bushy tail, then pushed up and walked slowly in a crouched position to Chefs feet. Jack circled around Al's shoes twice, turning his head around at times to take a long hard look at Linda's exposed blonde cunny. His ears pricked forward every time he passed by the girl's spread legs, and his nose twitched visibly in attempts to pick up any scent of the young teenager's pussy.
"You're just a victim," Al said, shrugging his shoulders and screwing up his eyebrows. "That's the way the world is, I guess-victims and people like me who make them victims."
"Come on, Al!" Chet said impatiently.
"Feed, Jack."
Linda pushed back into the couch as the animal lowered his head and flattened his ears while he walked toward her. Linda dug her fingertips into the cushion, afraid to draw her legs together for fear of being attacked by the dog. Already she could feel his hot breath against her inner thighs. He paused at the foot of the couch, his head even with the bottom junction of her cuntal labes while his eyes rolled up and took a survey of the situation. Pleased, Linda guessed, at what he saw, the German shepherd moved forward again, pushing his head between the blonde girl's spread thighs. His tongue, already lolling out, began licking the tender ribbons of pink flesh that showed through the thick twisted matting of Linda's cuntal curls.
The girl closed her eyes. Her head snapped back and she bit down hard on her lower lip until the indentations of her teeth showed on the flesh. The veins stood out on her forehead while the young girl's neck strained backward. A sharp gurgling sound came from Linda's throat as she endured the first warm, wet touch of the dog. It was revolting to think what was happening to her pussy. She sucked in a deep breath and held it as she felt that long tongue snake up her crack.
The dog had raised both paws up to the couch now, resting each one atop her knees while he lowered his head further and started nuzzling her slicked snatch with his nose. Linda cried out with fear and horror, opening her eyes and looking down at what was happening.
"Oh no, NO!" she moaned. It was worse than she thought. To see her own pretty little pussy being violated in this foul way-by a dog-it was enough to make her want to die. The dog's long, flat tongue slashed between the girl's pink cuntlips repeatedly, relentless flicking at the soft rich flesh. Occasionally his tongue would curl into the hole between the labes, working deeper and deeper and making Linda squirm on the couch with uneasiness. Her naked cunt began to tighten each time the tongue slithered into it. Linda began to suspect that she might actually begin to enjoy this.
"Don't," she said more weakly, raising her hands and placing them on the animal's big head. But there was a heaviness in her movements now. Her voice had grown thicker, and her eyelids had come down halfway. Oh God, what kind of vile whore was she turning into?
"Back, back, oh please, no," Linda begged the big dog. But Jack was too involved in what he was doing to listen to anyone except maybe Al. The dog wrenched his head as if he'd captured some wild animal. He was growling deeper and louder now, a growl of excitement.
"That's it, Jack. Get her good," Al shouted encouragingly.
But Jack needed no encouragement. Linda could feel the velvet wetness of her pussy being toyed with by the big dog. Linda felt the inner surfaces of her cunt rubbing together as she wormed around on the couch. Jack plunged his wet nose under her hot cuntal mound when she moved forward, his tongue wetting her more and more. Jack was whining, wiggling his strong body back and forth while his tail wagged slowly back and forth. Linda felt petrified. The first touch of his tongue had made her belly buck and turn over with fear. But now, she couldn't understand why she wasn't screaming or clawing at the animal in attempts to get away.
"Oh noo, oh MY GOD!" To her own surprise, Linda found she was opening her cunt to him. She had turned around and fallen back on the couch, pressing her cheek against the rear cushion while Jack leapt up and kept on licking. With a low moan Linda let her knees fall apart. Jack was going wild. His tongue slopped over the tender inner flesh of her thigh. Each lick brought floods of juice from her cunt. It was a lovely, ecstatic friction-that sensation of his tongue against her hot wet pussy.
"Oh, yes, yes," she murmured, rolling her head back and forth while closing her eyes. How could she have ever thought that making it with a dog was foul? was something gentle, even loving about what she was feeling with that big German shepherd. Linda blocked out the taunts and jeers coming from Chet and Al. All she could think of was that wonderful feeling each time Jack's long tongue slopped over her swollen fat labes, then moved up to rub against her clitty.
He nuzzled his cold black nose between her swollen cuntlips almost tenderly. Gently his long pink tongue sucked around her tiny inner cuntlips, petting her clitty shaft, then going back down to the bottom junction of her outer labes. Linda shuddered with the strange fever Jack had unleashed in her. The dog rested on her belly now. She could feel his hot breath tickle her cuntal curls as he drenched her pussy over and over again.
"Oh God, God," Linda murmured again. She didn't dare think of what was happening to her. She knew there was an animal between her shivering white legs. And yet it somehow was better if she kept her eyes shut and concentrated just on the feeling.
Slowly the girl raised her hands and reached down to her belly. She found Jack's pointed nose. She felt the steamy mess between her thighs and also felt the dog's tongue licking and lapping at her hairy, wet trench.
"Jesus, yes, yesss!" Linda moved her ass up, giving Jack more of her cunt to eat. He sensed the excitement and whimpered through his nose. Now he was bathing the bottom of her ass with hot spit, lapping back into the split of her asscheeks, back to the brown wrinkled flesh surrounding her asshole. Linda felt so hot and wet. And there was that delicious sensation of fur rubbing back and forth against her legs. She was covered completely with something warm and vital, and it was lapping and licking her up to a wild orgasm.
"Oh noooo," she cried, so ashamed. "Oh yes, baby," Al shouted, folding his big arms across his bare chest and leering down at the foul scene. His eyes danced with fury while his cock stiffened and pushed almost painfully against his shorts. He had forced one or two other women into this same situation. But few had taken so quickly to the animal as did Linda. He knew she would hate both him and herself after she'd cum. But right now she seemed to have a hidden fire in her that nothing could put out short of orgasm. He smiled to himself, thinking of several other things he and his buddy Chet could put the girl through before letting her go. Yes, it had been a wise decision to get out of Oklahoma where they were wanted by the police for committing crimes similar to this one. The girls of Massachusetts would be a real find if they were only half as hot as Linda.
Linda tried to fight up through the lust she felt, having glimpses of Al's and Chet's leers and knowing she was exciting them through her degradation. But her arms trembled and felt too heavy. The girl felt as if she were moving in slow motion. The only real thing was that hot ache growing worse and worse down deep in her cunny, and that wonderful soothing relief the big German shepherd's tongue was bringing to her snatch.
"UHHHH!" Linda moaned. Her fingers curled up again behind the dog's furry pointed ears and she curled her back, pressing her swollen dripping cunt up and down, then back up against his pointed muzzle. The pink tongue drove in and out of her wet slit. It felt incredibly good. Her clit burned like a torch from the steady lapping friction. Linda dug her fingertips into the dog's neck, lifting her feet from the couch and slowly scissoring them around the big animal's body. Slowly Linda inched her knees back until they were nearly pressing against her titties. Then she parted them further. Every tiny hollow of her cunt was peeled back like an opened orange now, exposed to the oral caresses of the German shepherd.
When Jack nuzzled and pressed his nose against her soaking cunt once more, Linda gasped and babbled like a wild woman. The stiff tickle of his coat against the tender soles of her feet made her throw her head back against the bottom cushion again. A string of drool oozed from the right corner of her mouth. She moved her ass up, then let it fall back again. Up and back, up and back, going around and around in tighter faster circles now. She twisted her thighs to one side, letting the dog's front incisors brush one of her cuntlips. Then she arched her back and tilted her pussy to give him her clit again.
"Uhhh, OHHHHH!" Linda didn't care about anything any more. She could die doing this and it wouldn't matter. It was the best thing to happen to her in a long time.
She worked her ass around now in wild circles, crying out in choked sobs, then dancing her bare asscheeks around the couch. The material grew damp with her cunt juice and Jack's drool as the air was filled with her cries, the animal's growls and yelps, and the wet soppy sound of his tongue sticking in and out of the girl's snatch.
"NMMNNGH!" Linda teetered on the sharp edge of climax. The big muscles in her ass cramped. She kicked her feet high, fanning her toes until they cramped as well. Jack slowed down his rubbing friction, tilting his head and staring up curiously at her.
"Now, now!"
The dog gave a yip, then nuzzled his nose between her cuntlips. Linda felt the tender membranes of her pussy fill with blood. If only she had a cock inside her, everything would be entirely wonderful. Still, just the thought of what was about to happen to her pussy drove her wild.
Linda pitched on the couch, bucking her ass against Jack's jaws. His teeth cut her slightly, and the sharp tickle brought babbling groans of delight from her throat. She raked his fur with her fingers, pulling him harder and harder against her. The girl rolled and twitched on the couch, her long blonde hair splashing over her face. She quivered, throbbed, exploded as her clit began to explode in orgasm. Jack kept on licking and nuzzling, panting his hot breath against her pussy. Hot juice flowed out onto the couch, wet down the short black fur on the animal's pointed snout. Linda's cum was achingly slow. But when it flowed, the girl cried and whimpered, calling out endearing names to the dog while her pussy contracted, squeezed, relaxed, then squeezed again.
"Ohhhh," the girl moaned exhausted, letting her sink limply into the couch.
"You ain't done yet, baby," Al said, pulling Jack reluctantly off the couch and reaching down toward the surprised girl.
CHAPTER FIVE
Linda was too weak to resist. Her powerful though slow orgasm had turned her into a spineless, willing slave to anything either man wanted to do. She felt Al's big hands wrap around her upper arms and pull her off the couch. Every moment was painful to her, cutting through the deliciously warm afterglow that spread across her aching pussy to the rest of her body. She just wanted to lie quietly on the couch and go to sleep. But Al and Chet had other ideas.
"Come on. You're a fuckin' lazy bitch," Al growled, pulling the reluctant teenager off the cushion and dragging her halfway across the uneven wooden floor of the shed. Linda felt some splinters jab into her toes. But she was too frightened to cry out. Slowly her mind began to slip back into reality. The sensation of what had just happened to her pussy changed from delight to horror. Yes, the cumming had been different and good. But what a way to reach a climax! How could she ever look at herself in the mirror again? She'd done what the most vile whore in New York or Los Angeles would run away from. When Al dropped her hard on her knees to the floor, the young blonde didn't complain. She felt a cloak of shame cover her young mind, and all she could think of was she deserved whatever vile degradation she received. "On all fours."
Linda did as she was told, leaning forward and stretching her thin arms in front of her. Her big titties dangled down, nearly touching the floor while her blonde hair hung in tangled mats in front of her eyes.
"Okay, get her, Jack."
Linda waited, her heart thumping so hard the girl thought it was going to stick in her throat. The dirty wooden floor hurt the palms of her hands and her knees. She felt cold and uncomfortable in the drafty cabin. And the idea that she was crouching in this obscene position, completely naked, in front of these two disgusting individuals made her want to retch. Yet still there was a perverse excitement rising in the young teenager's loins that defied the horror she rightly felt.
Slowly the dog crept toward the girl, his long red rubbery boner slipping out of the white furry sheath between his hindquarters. Linda's belly sagged down toward the floor as she waited horrified for what she knew was to be a doggie fuck.
Jack stopped a few inches from the girl's exposed furry cuntal slit and tilted up his head, sniffing at the wet crack. His ears pricked forward while his tail wagged back and forth. Linda twisted her head around and looked at the familiar animal. His sides were sinking in and billowing out with excitement.
And this time she also noticed the big dick sliding out of his pouch and hanging down toward the floor. It was covered with bumps and knots, glistening with some strange oily substance, and growing longer and longer with each passing second. It looked horribly ugly. And to think that thing was going to be sticking in and out of her crotch! Linda let out a low groan and felt the strength going out from her arms and legs.
"Don't pass out now, bitch," Al said, raising his right leg and pressing his boot hard against the girl's right cheek. Linda could smell something foul like stale shit and piss reeking from the sole of his boot. She made a face and turned her head away, groaning while the big dog crept a few inches closer.
"Oh!" Linda felt his nose push against her twat. Only this time the dog had other plans for her snatch. Sniffing and taking a tentative lick at the soft tissue folds, Jack moved back, then jumped forward.
"GOD!" the girl cried out in startled shouts. Linda nearly collapsed to the floor from the sudden weight and had to struggle to keep her balance. Jack wriggled for awhile on top of her, his hindlegs dancing merrily around while his knobby boner rubbed up and down against the girl's thighs. Linda could feel his forepaws scratching her sides, while drool splashed down from Jack's powerful jaw and wet the back of her neck. It was a disgusting feeling, not at all like the one she had only minutes before when he was lapping at her pussy.
It didn't take the big shepherd long to find a fucking position. Linda's fingers curled into the floor and hot tears welled up in her eyes when she felt the dog's powerful cock pressing against her pussylips.
"Oh God, take him off. Please, don't let him do this to me. Oh God in heaven, stop this!" the girl wailed.
"God's not gonna hear anything from the likes of you," Chet commented, rubbing his crotch with his right hand.
"You've done everything else. Why don't you relax and enjoy this, baby," Al said, leering at Jack's cock and watching it inch closer and closer toward Linda's cunt.
The girl kept on crying, twisting around on the floor while the big animal held tightly on and danced around with her. She could feel the full hot length of his prong now. He was whining, moving around in jerky movements, trying to get his cock into her. The girl pinched her thighs together, kicking out at the dog with her legs, trying to get him off while the men laughed at her futile attempts.
With one powerful lunge when Linda had rested for a second from her useless efforts, Jack hunched back his hindquarters, dragged his knobby boner across her cuntlips, then drove it into her snatch.
Linda's eyelids fluttered open in surprise and horror. Her lower jaw dropped, and a stupid expression of blank terror took over her face. Every muscle in her body tensed while more and more of the German shepherd's cock was fed into her pussy.
"AHHHHHHHRHHH!" the girl finally cried, dropping her head until it hit the floor. She felt the full horror of the situation now. There was something long, hard, thick and disgusting inside her pussy, pushing out the cuntal walls, driving in like a heated spear. And all around her was that horrible warm fur and those claws raking at her chest, her titties, her belly. She tried to crawl away. But the strength seemed to be drained from her. More and more of the animal's cock pushed into her snatch, peeling back her outer labes, opening her cuntal trench into a wide hole.
"Fuck her good," Al encouraged.
Linda cried, sobbing wildly as the penetration of her pussy was completed. She could feel the dog's fat nuts pressing against her pussylips now. He rested on top of her, still growling, keeping his legs pressed hard against hers, his forepaws wrapped tightly just below her hanging titties. And then the fucking began. He started quickly, not caring about technique. Linda cried out each time the doggie dick plunged into her pussy, tossing her head back and forth, whipping her long blonde hair across the backs of her hands.
It felt as if her pussy were being reamed out by a bumpy file. Faster and faster the animal fucked her. The girl closed her eyes and grunted with the effort. Her rubbery plump cuntlips peeled back, then puckered in with each inward and outward thrust.
Linda could feel that big knob she always heard animals had at the base of their cocks. Jack was pushing hard, twisting around as much as he could without losing his grip on the girl, trying to work in that bump. But the teenager was too tight. She could fight that. It was the least she could do to keep something that big and horrible out of her stretched pussy.
"God, make him cum! In God's name, make him cum," Linda cried, feeling cramps starting up in her ass and the backs of her legs. She felt more fouled than ever before. And still the dog kept fucking her, his furry hindquarters hunching up and down as he fed his dickmeat harder and faster into her pussy. The girl clawed wildly at the floor now, her face streaked with tears. A strange expression approaching insanity crossed her face when Al commented that he thought Jack was cumming.
"Oh God no, NOOO!"
Linda screamed, banging her head again and again against the floor when she felt the animal's fat sausage-like cock swell up inside her cunny. Then came the pulsating throbs she could feel through her cuntal walls. There were steady streams of jizz, animal spunk being dumped down into the throat of her cunny, then dribbling out from her hole and oozing down her thigh to the floor. Linda felt as if she were being covered with some kind of horrible filth. Al and Chet said nothing, watching in mixed contempt and awe at what was happening. The girl's sobs turned into growls of hatred and revulsion now as Jack finished shooting his load. In a minute he had pulled out of her cunt.
"You filthy, foul men," Linda growled, peering through her tangled hair that dangled in front of her eyes. She was still in the crouched position, wincing as she felt more of the animal's jizz leaking out of her hole and slicking down her already cum-wet legs. Bolts of anger shot through her mind. If there had been an ax nearby Linda would have used it against the two men staring down at her.
"You ain't tellin' us nothin' we ain't heard before," Al said, rubbing his chin and looking around the shed. The animal had curled up in the far corner and rested his head on his forepaws, watching Linda, Al and Chet curiously. "Seems we got into trouble like this before, and we always got out."
"My father will get you-both of you," the girl vowed savagely. She felt she could tear them apart with her hands.
Al pursed his lips together and looked sneeringly at the blonde. Suddenly he raised his foot high in the air. Linda started, raising her hands above her head protectively. But the girl was too slow. In an instant she felt the foul-smelling boot slam against her forehead, knocking her across the room. She heard the men coming toward her. And then everything sank into a blessed, if only temporary, blackness.
CHAPTER SIX
Slowly Linda felt herself fighting through the comforting blackness she had sank into after the animal rape. Gradually the girl was aware that her hands had been tied tightly by the wrists, while her legs had been spread widely apart, each ankle tied to one leg of the tattered sofa. The young blonde raised her head, ignoring the stabbing pain in her forehead and looked around. The dog was gone, thank God! Chet was sitting cross-legged in a chair on the other side of the shed.
For the first time Linda was able to get a better view of where she'd been dragged. The shed was essentially one large room with one door leading to the outside. There were no windows or air vents, no way people could hear the shrieks of the fouled victims trapped here. More and more Linda was sure others had been trapped by Al and Chet, too ashamed when finally freed to say anything about their ordeal. As a result these maniacs went on humiliating other young girls until they'd exhausted the territory and moved on.
"So, you're awake?" Chet murmured, raising himself in the chair and staring strangely at Linda. "You're gonna get a little visit. We're callin' your friend-Tina's her name, right?"
Linda went white.
"How did you know...." She stopped herself and bit her lower lip. No sense in telling them more.
"We found your purse when we searched around the area after you blacked out. Her name and picture was in your wallet. Figured it out. Say, you girls ever fool around?" There was a twisted leer on Chet's face.
"You animal! No, never!" Linda said, her face flushing. This was too much. Tina was her best friend. To think that they'd imagine she could do anything with another woman, especially her friend! And to think they were luring the poor girl here with some wild story. She shuddered to think of what would happen.
"Aw, come on," Chet said, sinking forward and resting his head on his fingers.
"Maybe you and your friend fool around," Linda retorted, feeling braver. She had become a woman the hard way. She was only eighteen, but the young blonde teenager felt she could take on these two men at any game they played now. They'd hurt her enough. They could do no worse to her mind and body.
Chet's face darkened at this last reply. He pushed himself up from the chair and walked around, the square wooden table. Linda watched him silently, her fingers working nervously behind her back while she twisted her wrists in an attempt to free herself.
"I don't like smart broads," he said sullenly, jerking his hand up and bringing it down quickly across Linda's face. The girl's head snapped to one side and she let out an involuntary cry of pain and fear.
"Oh my God," she whispered softly. Chet backed up, then started unbuttoning his blue flannel shirt. She watched one button follow the other, then finally the entire shirt slipped off his broad shoulders. Then came the Levi's, shoes and socks. In the bright light now Linda saw the size of the cock that had rammed up and down her asshole. It was tremendously thick, though not as long, she thought, as Al's.
Reaching forward he grabbed a handful of hair as he'd done that fateful night and jammed her face hard against his chest. Linda gagged, feeling the hot hairy belly flesh press into her mouth. Her nose flattened from the pressure while she thought he was going to rip her hair out by the roots.
In another quick move he threw her back on the couch, twisting her around until she was half in a reclining position. The tension of her legs being pulled hard by the restraining ropes made her cry out.
"Shut up," Chet said savagely, throwing his naked body on top of hers. His mouth hungrily searched for hers, finding it, then biting her hard on the lower lip.
"No, no, no!" Linda cried. "You're filthy. You animal, no, NO!"
"So, you haven't had enough, eh?"
Chet brought the flat of his right hand hard against her cheek, then backhanded her other cheek. He repeated this over and over again, making the young blonde's head snap back and forth like a child's pull toy. Linda sobbed and shrieked, feeling herself growing dizzy from the pain and force of the wild blows.
"You wanna be fucked like a wild woman, eh? Wanna get a cock like a bitch dog gets cock, eh?"
The words stung Linda's pride. Yes, she'd been forced to take on the dog. But it was rape. She hadn't gone out and searched for animals. She thought that under the right circumstances, people were capable of doing anything. She had been a victim of those circumstances.
Linda's body squirmed and strained under his moving hands while these thoughts ran through her mind. Chet lapped at her tongue while she tried to bite his. His tongue escaped her teeth, then returned to attack the pink ridge just above her front teeth. Her long hair was gripped by one of Chet's large hands, while his other hand reached under her and squeezed her soft, rounded asscheeks. The girl could feel his large thick cock rubbing against her thighs.
"You pig! Pig!" she cried, twisting until the ropes binding her wrists and ankles began to rub through the skin. Linda could taste the spit coming from his throat and oozing down into hers. And yet in spite of her revulsion there came that hot, unmistakable heat rising quickly in her quim again, something that made her respond to the obscene advances of this foul man instead of continuing to fight him.
Linda felt shocking thrills surge through her body as Chet raised his ass up, then pushed his thick dork against her belly. He ground his hips back and forth, moving them around in a rotary motion. The hot, red uncircumcised head of his shaft was oozing hot liquid onto her belly. That pressure, that soft touch inflamed the girl more. She could feel her outer and inner labes swelling up, ballooning out, filling up with blood while juices began to seep out from somewhere deep in her cunny and ooze out from between her cuntlips. Her head throbbed with wonder. What was he going to do, fuck her? Somehow Linda couldn't believe it would be as simple as that.
"You're a fuckin' beautiful bitch," Chet said admiringly. His mouth was all over her face next, kissing her lips, her cheeks, her eyelids and her throat. She both loved and hated that sensation. He moved his fingers over her body again and again, pinching her hard nipples, using the flat of his hand to massage her stiffening clit. He smiled and commented slyly on the heat coming out of her crotch. Linda guessed he was having his due, probably always living in the shadow of Al's more powerful personality and getting what the boys at school used to call sloppy seconds.
"Oh baby, you've got some fuckin' nice titties there," Chet said, looking down at her large, melon-shaped boobs as they heaved up and down.
He pinched the titty-tips harder between his thumb and forefinger, sensing she was beginning to like the pain. Her asscheeks danced crazily on the couch, her ankles straining to free themselves from the ropes. Even that pain was beginning to fill her with a strange delight. The girl sucked in a deep breath, turning her head away from Chet and wondering if she could keep from either throwing up or showing him she was so close to cumming!
He moved closer, reaching up after dropping her titties and pushing her down on the couch by the shoulders. Linda's eyes widened and focused on the broad, flanged cockhead staring at her.
"I want you to have a good look at this cock before I fuck you in the cunt," Chet said, his teeth on edge. He was working himself up into a rage of passion. His eyes danced and gleamed with a strange power Linda had seen in the dog. She shivered, feeling herself shriveling into a tiny ball under that killing stare.
"Oh God," Linda said as she watched his face change. A slow, subtle smile turned the ends of his mouth up and the big man stared hotly at her.
"On second thought, you'll take my cock in your mouth. I want you to suck on it until I tell you to stop."
"No!" Linda gasped. "You put that thing in my mouth and I'll bite it off!" Linda's face was wet with perspiration. She saw the hungry stare in the wolf-like eyes of Chet. She could see that her resistance was inflaming him even more. The blonde realized she could do nothing. If she tried to bite down, he'd kill her.
Without saying another word Chet bent forward, pressing his big knees into her arm muscles.
Instinctively the girl pressed back in the couch, turning her head to the right and wincing as she felt Chefs fingers grip her upper arms painfully and twist them until she thought he'd break them. He was balanced precariously now between her widely spread thighs, squatting down on the groaning couch cushion while attempting to feed her his dickmeat.
"Take it," Chet growled. One hand wrapped in her hair now and twisted, while the other gripped his cock and aimed the big rod down at her closed lips. He pushed the flanged head hard against those lips. A few drops of the sticky pre-cum seeped out, being smeared over her mouth as the young girl let out a sickened cry of despair.
"Open your mouth, baby. Come on, open up for Chet," the big man said ironically, laughing silently at her predicament.
Linda opened her eyes and turned her head, staring at the massive cock. She saw it with a feeling mixed with revulsion and fascination. Her eyes crossed to take a better look. Only then did she realize she'd probably dislodge her jaw in swallowing that thick rod.
She was about to say something when Chet took advantage of her temporary relaxation and pushed down hard. In a moment the girl found her mouth filled with the big man's cock. She could feel her saliva washing back down her throat, choking her, strangling her as if she had begun to drown. Linda struggled, tears welling up in her eyes as a dull ache began to throb around her lower jaw. Her lips were stretched to the tearing point. Her eyes were tiny slits from the pressure of that spearing dick. Chet threw back his head and let out a long sigh, keeping his cock buried deep in the girl's mouth without making any more moves. He sat in that squat position, enjoying the warm wet feel of Linda's cheeks, tongue and mouth pressing against the pulsating sides of his thick prong and knowing that his dick was probably the first one ever to push down into her throat.
"Jesus!" he said, squeezing his asscheeks together and drawing the cock slightly out of the girl's mouth, only to push it further in. Linda had enough time to take a gasp of breath before she felt the dickhead pushing down past her tonsils. Her throat tightened, and she thought she was going to retch. A bleachy, salty taste filled her mouth slowly. Under her chin Linda could feel the soft hairs of Chet's swinging fuck sacs brushing her skin.
"NNNNGHHFF!" Linda cried in a muffled voice. Chet was off in his own world, thinking only of the hot wetness engulfing the hot sides of his cock and forgetting he was nearly strangling the young teenager with his dickmeat. He looked down and smiled at seeing Linda's mouth moving around the big rod. Soon she began sucking him like a hungry animal, using her tongue to tease the sensitive underside of his thick prong.
Chet reached down and grabbed tightly onto the girl's hanging hair, pulling and tugging it roughly while Linda sucked harder and harder. Already she could taste the slimy saltiness of the big man's dick. Her throat was coated with cum; her teeth were slippery with that jizz. And yet the delight of the situation overpowered her initial revulsion.
Chet let go and reached down, plowing his fingers through the wet mess of her pussy until he found the stiff clitty bud popping out from the surrounding wet fleshy labes. Linda let out a loud growl as he pressed his thumb and forefinger together, squeezing the little nub. The girl felt lightning shoot through her cunny as the hand kept on tightening, pulling, yanking as if he meant to rip her tiny clit from her pussy.
"Suck, suck it baby," Chet groaned. The warmth and wetness of that closing mouth over his cock sent shivers through his body.
As for Linda, the pain of her clitty being twisted around and around added a new height to her delight. Linda sighed, opening her mouth wider, flicking her tongue over and around the fat dickhead, drawing out more of the slick juices that threatened to erupt in broad jets at any second. She mentally saw Chet's fat balls swinging back and forth with the jerky movements he was making now, feeding his cockmeat into the girl's willing mouth. She opened her eyes again and saw only the black hairs and the olive sweaty skin of his groin as it slammed back and forth, flattening her nose with every forward thrust.
"God, God!" Chet cried. He stuffed his rock-hard dickmeat wildly into the girl's mouth. He rejoiced when he saw Linda's cheeks puff out in attempts to take in the prick without gagging. The girl felt a dull pain become sharper in her jaws. Linda struggled a little uncomfortably now, working her mouth around and around, trying to think of different ways she could think of bringing off the big man. She couldn't take this much longer, even if the sensations Chet was creating in her cunny were far different from anything she'd ever felt before.
Linda's head was jerking up again. The weight, bulk and heat of the heavy dick shoving in and out of her mouth was sending Shockwaves through her. Then suddenly the girl realized she was having an orgasm. Just sucking his cock and having him toy with her clitty was driving her up the wall. Linda struggled again, trying to snap her knees together. She wanted something to rub against her clitty; something to take care of that aching, slow itchy feeling that was slowly, oh so slowly, taking care of itself in a long, slow orgasm.
But Chet didn't realize what was happening. He began slapping her face as she sucked him. The throbbing dick was sliding in and out of her mouth now like a triphammer. Drool oozed out of her, wetting down her chin, then dropping in long transparent strings to her jiggling titties.
"More, more!" Chet cried, wrapping his hands now around the back of her head and bouncing it off his muscular belly.
Then he exploded in her mouth. Linda felt the first wad shoot through the tiny gap between her two front teeth, spattering into two tiny jets and landing against her tonsils. Then came another and another until it felt as if a continual spray of cum was drowning her.
Linda tried to twist her head away. She could feel the hot, sticky, slimy jizz flooding her throat, backing up into her mouth then leaking out from the corners of her mouth and dribbling down from her chin.
But Chet held tightly onto her skull, rubbing it sensuously back and forth across his belly while he gave tiny jabs to his hips. He rotated his ass slowly around and around, rubbing his shooting dickhead against the girl's tongue, the insides of her cheeks, and the roof of her mouth, soothing the aching hot itch that gripped his dickhead during climax.
When it was over Chet let out a long sigh and sat down on the balls of his feet, drawing his softening dick from Linda's mouth and smiling cruelly at the jizz and spittle mess around her lips.
"We're gonna have a lot of fun with you before we're through tonight, baby," Chet said, crawling off the sofa and keeping his eyes fastened on the girl's pussy.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Chet had dressed when Al walked into the shed with a smirk on his face. One look at Linda's mouth and the big man figured out what had happened.
"So, she likes to suck on dick as much as fuck it, eh?"
"Sheeit, Al, best blowjob I've had since Kansas City."
Linda felt as if she were a cheap piece of meat, being compared with other packages in the freezer. "You call her friend?"
"Yeah. Told her I was the highway patrol-that we had her up in the cabin after she'd been attacked on the road. Silly bitch bought the story without even questioning me," Al sneered, turning his head around and laughing at Linda.
"It's because we're good friends. You should be ashamed of yourselves," Linda cried out, her face red with fury. Now they were dragging one of her friends into this foul mess. Would this depravity never end?
"You'll show us how good a friend you'll be in a few seconds. Said she's takin' her dad's car, 'cause she didn't want to let him know about her friend getting raped and all. Sweet."
Linda said nothing, turning her head and waiting for the fateful minute when Tina would drive into this trap. There was nothing she could do to warn her friend.
In less than a half hour the three of them heard a car driving slowly down the twisting dirt road through the forest into the clearing. Linda started to shout out a warning. But Al was too quick, grabbing a filthy dirty rag and stuffing it quickly into her mouth. Linda waited hopelessly as Al cracked the door open and stared out.
"She's gettin' out of the car. Say, she's got a great pair of titties on her. Just like yours," Al said, turning around and speaking in a barely audible voice. Soon he and Chet sneaked out of the shed, walking quickly and quietly toward the cabin while Tina called out Linda's name.
The young blonde wriggled desperately in her bonds, pushing the rag at the same time with her tongue. Just as Linda had managed to shove the gag out and scream for Tina to run, she heard the pretty brunette cry out in alarm, then in pain.
"They've got her," Linda said to herself as the sounds of a violent struggle drifted into the shed. She could hear the brunette crying out for them to let her go. She screamed that her friend was hurt somewhere. But Chet and Al only laughed, dragging the struggling girl across the small clearing into the shed.
"Linda!" she cried out when she was shoved into the small room. "My God, what have they done?"
"Wanna tell her?" Chet asked, putting his big hands on his hips and leering at the two women.
"They tricked you, Tina. They tricked you," Linda said in a low voice.
"You mean nothing's happened to you?" Tina said, bending forward and staring at the marks and stale cum hardening on her face, chest and thighs.
"Nothing like we told you, baby," Al said, moving his arm around her waist and letting his hands roam obscenely over the girl's ass.
"Stop it," she cried in horror, pulling away and shrinking from the two men. They stared at her figure that was shown off well in her slacks and pink halter top. The girl was suddenly aware of the danger she was in and covered her titties protectively. Al went for her first, sliding his arms around her upper arms and pinning them back hard to the small of her back. At the same time he rubbed his groin back and forth across her asscheeks.
Tina had never had advances like these made to her before. Her face flushed red with shame and anger as she thrashed helplessly in the big blond's grip "You're hurting me," Tina cried, rolling her head from side to side while Chet moved in front of her and chucked her gently under the chin. It was a false move of comfort.
"There, there," he said, the irony in his voice bitingly satirical. Tina looked up pleadingly at the big blond, hoping he would finally take pity on her and help. Instead he lowered his fingers slowly, running them lightly down her throat until they came down to her throat. Tina shuddered and moved her head back as Al's fingers roamed shamelessly down to the rounded tops of her titties. Linda saw from the couch that both men were excited about having a new victim for their sick games. They hadn't tired of her yet. Of that the blonde was certain. But here was fresh meat to spice up the game.
Tina's body visibly shuddered when Al's forefinger started tracing the rounded tops of her boobs. Her chest rose and fell quickly while her breathing became raspy and shallow. She looked like a cornered animal who knew its time had come to be devoured by a merciless larger one. Her eyes followed Al's movements closely as he moved his fingers down to the brass clasp holding the two cups of material covering her jutting titties. Hooking his middle finger around the small brass clasp, Al tugged forward violently, tearing the clasp free of the cloth and thus ripping the halter off the girl.
Tina cried out, twisting in Chefs firm grasp as her tits fell out and swung like two fleshy pendulums on her chest. Unlike Linda's more rounded jugs, Tina's came to a point. Her nipples were larger and more red, jutting out from the smooth spongy flesh covering her well formed breasts. The young brunette flushed a deep red, ashamed that her tits had been exposed to such horrible men.
"Easy," Al said, reaching out and rubbing the flat of his palm against her right nipple. The girl moaned, closing her eyes and fighting back the hot tears threatening to gush. He rolled that small rubbery hard piece of nipple flesh between his fingers, enjoying the girl's humiliation and terror.
"You're-you're not going to ... to do ... to do anything to me, are you?" she asked timidly. Al and Chet looked at one another astounded, then broke out into loud laughter.
"Just ask her," Al said, jerking his head backward in Linda's direction. Tina's eyes followed the movement and took in now the marks and other signs of what had happened to her friend.
"Please, please, oh don't!" Tina cried, her eyes widening in horror. She twisted again, this time managing to get one arm free. She struck out, hitting Al as hard as she could across the cheek. Linda felt like cheering, although she knew that move would cost her friend dearly.
"So, you're gonna have to be taught some manners like your friend over there."
Al gripped the free arm and took Tina away from Chet. The girl grunted and cried alternately, twisting and turning in the tight grip as the big blond dragged her across the floor to the table.
"Your friend had the couch to get fucked on.
But you're another case. You're not good enough for the couch. We'll take care of you on the table, just the way a butcher takes care of a piece of pork."
"Brave men against two helpless girls," Linda taunted from the couch, hoping to stall for time for her friend.
"Shut up, or you'll be on the table," Al grunted, jamming his hand roughly between the girl's naked belly and the top of her slacks. She cried out, tossing her head back and struggling. But Chet had her firmly in his hands. Al swore because the zipper stuck. Using both hands he ripped the front of her slacks open, shredding the cloth, then pulling down what was left of the girl's pants to her ankles. They smiled, looking at the brown cuntal hair barely visible through the white cotton panties.
Tina's legs jerked out like those of a startled frog when Al cupped his hand around her cuntal mound and squeezed. Her face turned a dark red while she sobbed freely now. Such shame. To be humiliated like this, in front of her friend! Tina shut her eyes and fought back the desire to shriek as Al rubbed the cotton crotch panel up and down, working the soft material into the tiny cuntal slit.
"You like that, baby? You like to feel something soft and warm sliding up your twat?"
At that point Al moved his hands quickly around to the elastic legband of her briefs, sliding his fingers up to her cunny and wrapping them around her pussy lip. Peeling back the soft flesh, he crawled up higher until he felt her sheathed clitty. With a sharp pinch, he made the girl yelp in pain and fear, twisting her bare ass on the rough wooden table top.
Splinters dug into the girl's bare thighs, tearing at her smooth white flesh while the men laughed. She jerked like a stuck fish, her legs kicking out, then kicking back in under the table while her thighs danced crazily across the table top. The girl struggled, trying to pull her hands free while Al pinched her clitty harder and harder. When Tina thought she was going to faint the big blond stopped.
"Feels good, huh?"
Tina opened her eyes and looked balefully at Linda. The blonde shook her head and fought back a tear about to spill from her eye. What they had done to her! And what they were going to do to her!
Al leaned over and whispered something to Chet who let go of the girl's arms quickly and ran out the door. Tina's respite was only brief, however. Al threw her down roughly on the table, tearing off her cotton shorts with a loud ripping sound and flinging his body on top of hers. Tina cried and screamed, tearing at Al's face and arms. But the big blond managed to keep out of the way of her nails, fumbling between their thrashing bodies and unzipping his Levi's. Linda could see him fish out his stiff cock, sticking it between the young brunette's legs and reaching under the girl's thighs and hoisting up her legs.
Tina cried out in horror, her eyes widening as she felt something long, hot and hard sliding across her asscheeks. She was going to be raped, fucked by this man! Her screams became frantic. She thrashed crazily, clawing at Al's back and face, kicking the balls of her feet desperately against the man's muscular back. But nothing could stop what Linda knew was inevitable. Slowly the fat, long dick disappeared between Tina's virginal cuntlips, the fat head peeling back the young tender pink labes and sinking into the warm wet folds of her snatch.
Linda could see the cords sticking out of the brunette's neck. Her face turned redder than before while her eyelids fluttered open and her eyeballs rolled up into her head. The flanged dickhead disappeared. More and more cockmeat pushed into the girl's cunt as Linda watched, feeling an odd hot itchy feeling beginning to develop in her own pussy. It was horrible, but she was getting turned on to Tina's brutal rape. The more the brunette howled and kicked, the more Linda felt her cunny tighten up like a tight little fist.
"Damn, you're a virgin alright," Al said in a tight voice, striking something blocking a full hard fuck.
"Oh no! OH GOD. IT HURTS! HURTS!" Tina shrieked. Her face was a twisted mask of pain. Al ignored her cries, visibly gritting his teeth, then pushing down as hard as he could. Tina let out a louder scream, then fell limp, semi-conscious to what happened after the big blond's cock ripped through her cherry and plummeted down to the velvety dark warmth where nothing had penetrated up to then.
Linda watched with feelings of horror and sexual excitement as Al finished off Tina quickly. After she'd given up resisting, much of the fun had been taken from the game. Quickly his cock reamed out the throat of her cunny, widening it more and more as a thin pink trickle of blood oozed out of her stretched cuntlips. The only reaction the brunette gave after her initial screams was a soft grunt when Al's big prick started firing its thick load of jizz into her snatch. Al twisted madly on top of the girl, lowering his head and biting down hard on her shoulder. His hands pawed her naked tits, squeezing the flesh, pinching the nipples until they turned dark purple from the pressure. His thighs banged cruelly and savagely against the girl's until Tina's flesh turned black and blue under the attack. She was like a doll, badly abused and violated after Al was finished with her.
Just as the big blonde crawled off the table, leaving Tina's legs hanging limply over either side, Chet walked back in with Jack, their German shepherd. Immediately the dog pricked up his ears, raising his head and sniffing at the air.
"He smells cum. Smells cunt juice too," Al said, smiling at Linda coyly. Immediately the dog trotted up to the blonde and jumped halfway up the couch, sniffing at the encrusted cum on the girl's belly and chin. The girl tried to twist her face away as Jack lapped at her flesh, licking up the stale jizz, then lowering his maw until he was back in contact with her cunny.
"No, not again!" the blonde wailed, twisting and reopening the wounds caused by the rope burns during the last doggie fuck. She could feel his thick tongue beginning on her outer labes again, lathering down the puffy cuntal membranes, tickling into her snatch, lapping at the secret wet folds of her snatch.
"No, not yet," Al said, reaching down and pulling the German shepherd reluctantly away from Linda.
"Okay," Chet said, slipping his hands under Tina's shoulders and pulling her back somewhat on the table. Her legs now rested comfortably on the table. Al patted the top of the table for the dog who barked, then trotted to one side of the room. With a short fast run Jack leaped up on the table, his front paws landing hard on Tina's belly.
"Ohh!" the girl cried, waking up from her half-dream state and raising her head. To her surprise and horror she saw a large dog staring back at her. "What's he up for?"
"Can't you guess?" Al asked, smirking down at her.
The tone of the words told the girl everything. Shrieking, she tried to roll over and cross her legs. But the men were ready for her, holding her down to the table while raising her legs at the same time.
Jack took the suddenly exposed quim as an open invitation and moved back, lowering his head to crawl under the girl's leg, then creeping forward until his pointed snout was resting on top of the girl's furry cuntal mound.
Tina squealed and begged, kicking as much as she could, fighting to get her arms free. But it was hopeless. The big dog lowered his head between Tina's thighs, his tongue beginning to start lapping at her crotch. Tina's body stiffened. Her breath caught. Her muscles tensed, then quivered mightily as more and more of the animal's tongue slithered into her snatch.
"OHHHH! Oh! OH!" the brunette screamed. Her asscheeks were clenched tightly together, raised off the table while the back of her head pushed down on the dirty wood. She was twisting and writhing, trying to push her pussy away from the big animal's maw. But all she did was offer more of her cunt to Jack's tongue. The more she twisted, the wider her pussylips pulled apart until she was sure they could drive a diesel through it.
"She'll warm up to it. Just the way you did," Al said, turning around and-winking obscenely at Linda. The blonde sucked in a deep breath and felt her pussy warming up while watching her friend's humiliation. She closed her eyes and let out a shuddering breath. What had she become? She was actually wishing she could have that animal's snout pressing against her pussy-have that tongue lapping up at the inner folds of her cunt until it touched her clitty shaft. But there was Tina, pinned to the table while her ultimate humiliation lay only seconds away.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Linda watched with mixed feelings as her friend was cruelly brutalized in front of her. The big animal kept on lapping away at the tiny brunette's cuntal mound, licking at the thick bush of dark brown hairs until they were all pointing upward in the same direction, plastered down to the dark pink pussy membranes. Jack inched closer, his large furry body shaking with excitement. His pointed ears were pricked forward to pick up every whimper of excitement and revulsion Tina had to offer. Her struggling had stopped somewhat. She still tried to roll away from that hot soppy sensation raking over her pussy. But there was an air of futility about her few attempts at trying to break free.
Linda meanwhile was having trouble with her own pussy. Watching her friend being eaten by that large German shepherd was making her hotter than she could believe. She wished something, someone would touch her. If only she could touch herself, drop a finger into the hot hole that was dribbling with cuntal juice. As Tina's ass bounced up and down the rough wooden table top, Linda tried to draw her thighs as tightly together as she could. The rough torn material of the sofa cushion under her bare buttocks added to the sensation tightening and heating up in her cunny. There was a steady pulsing itch in her snatch. Her pussylips were red and hot, and her clit seemed to burn like a red jewel. Sweat trickled down from her wrinkled forehead to her lips. If only something could touch her pussy and relieve her of that ache!
Shifting her position slightly on the couch Linda began rocking her hips, the subtle friction of her inner cuntlips rubbing against the partly hooded clitty tip. Her head drooped, her eyes glazing and falling out of focus. The friction wasn't enough. Try as she might, she could only tease herself. But climax was oh so far away, and that itchy feeling was getting worse and worse. Her nipples stiffened and twitched while Tina screamed at what the men were doing to her now.
"You ever want to have a doggie cock in you baby?" Al asked.
"Oh no, no, please, don't," Tina babbled in a low voice. She fastened her eyes on the big blond man and gave him a pleading look. But he only smirked. Tina hadn't learned that the more a girl begged, the more someone like Al enjoyed humiliating her.
"Let him lick her a little bit more," Chet said, his eyes fastened on the long red cock sliding gradually out of Jack's white furry sheath.
"Come on, little girl. Go on, enjoy it. We're not gonna let you off this table until Jack's had what he wants."
Tina jerked her head away and bit down hard on her lower lip. She looked like a terrified child-so small, so innocent-looking, and being destroyed by those horrible men. Linda wanted to tear their eyes out. Yet she only wished one of them would come over and take care of her itchy, achy pussy.
Tina kept her head turned to one side although she began to respond to the animal's tongue. Al reached down and rewarded Jack with a scratch behind the ears. Drool from his tongue dripped across the girl's snatch more and more freely now. Tina thought his tongue was so hot. She began to notice how his stiff coat prickled her naked flesh. Al and Chet noticed her coming around and gradually let go of her legs. The girl stopped trying to kick herself free. Instead she hooked her right leg up and petted the dog's back with her ankles.
"Oh, God!" she babbled with shame and excitement. This new titillation was unexpected. The young girl had never felt anything like it. Even when she was at home in bed alone and was sure her mother wouldn't come in and check on her, Tina had never felt the kind of hot tightness she felt in her pussy today. He licked up and down her thighs, wetting down the hollows, slicking down the bumps around her pussy, licking every square inch of hot trembling flesh he could find with his snout. Tina let out a shivery moan and widened her knees. Slowly she lifted her ass and wagged it. The dog growled and lowered his head even more, wetting the bottoms of each cheek with his sloppy tongue and making Tina beg for more friction.
"OHHHHHH!" the girl cried shamelessly. She arched her back more, panting as hard as the animal was. When Jack began working on her special sensitive spot Tina went out of her mind. She parted her thighs as widely as she could, feeling her inner cuntlips peeling stickily back from the hot pussymeat along her slit. Jack pushed at her hungrily, raking his tongue under her cuntal mound and upward.
"OHHHHH, NOOOO!" the girl shrieked, unable to believe what was happening to her. Jack pushed quickly into the mouth of her cunt with his black snout, snuffing and panting in the steamy flesh. Tina kicked out her leg again as the tense thrills built higher and higher.
The animal was growling, a soft, smothered growl of lust. With an effort Tina raised her head and saw the dark red spear of his cock fully extended out of its sheath. Tina shuddered, her eyes glued to the strange rubbery-looking thing. In her head a series of images ran through her mind-dogs fucking, fucking in packs, fucking three males to a bitch, fucking in the streets.
The girl babbled with excitement, dropping her head with a loud hollow thud. The animal lapped her velvet slit, his tongue rubbing her flooding pussymeat while she felt her clitty being forced down. Jack wagged his muscular hindquarters and even more of his red cock slid out. Tina's brown cuntal hair clung together in wet little curls along the edge of her cuntlips.
"Ohhhhhh!" the girl shuddered in a long sigh once more. Jack bit down gently on her right inner thigh after pulling briefly from her swampy hole. The effect was immediate and consumed Tina in a fury of tingling lust so unusual for a young girl her age. She thrust her cuntal mound upward, tossing it around in circles, whimpering for the dog to eat her again. He jumped forward and quickly answered her cries. She felt the friction build in seconds to a near climax. She could feel her pussy winding up for the final pitch, the final throw where her first major climax would send her into a higher plane of sexuality than she'd ever visited before.
"Yesssss, yessss...."
Linda whipped her legs against the table, hugging the German shepherd's body finally with the insides of her knees as he brought her up to the final throbbing hurt. That hurt was so keen that pleasure boiled from it as her hot juices spilled from the crevices of her cunt and wet down Jack's furry muzzle. She could hear the slick sounds of her cunt on his mouth. It sucked and slickly clicked with each movement.
And God only knows the girl couldn't stop moving. Her shivering moans, her feverish squirming seemed to set Jack off into a wilder fury. He made strange growling sounds against the hot mess of her cunt. It was a kind of growling and whining noise that made the girl open her knees even wider. As her climax peaked, Jack took her cuntal mound between his teeth and shook it gently. His fangs pressed maddeningly against the tender flesh while his tongue cut a delirious pleasure from her body.
Tina bucked and heaved throughout her climax, babbling out half-completed phrases while Jack lapped up her flowing juices. Slowly the waves of orgasm grew lower and lower and finally stopped. The girl panted heavily, closing her mouth and biting down on her lower lip again. She knew what had happened and how she'd responded to it. The brunette felt shame and humiliation at everything.
"Oh, Tina," Linda moaned, still struggling to work her cuntlips together enough to bring her off.
"I'm ... I'm sorry," her friend, red with horror, answered.
"Come on, Jack's in a hurry," Al said, slipping his hands under the girl's shoulders and flipping her over. The girl cried out, her cunt still sensitive from the massive climax she'd just experienced. Jack jumped off the table to give the men room to manipulate the young brunette, wondering if the show were over or if he were going to get a chance to fuck the girl.
"Come on, boy, come and get it," Al said wryly.
Tina let out a low animal-like howl of horror when she saw the dog leap back onto the table. His long dick was fully extended. It was an angry red, throbbing, heavy with doggie jizz and blood, ready to be stuffed up her snatch. This she could guess and jerked her head away. It wouldn't take long, she told herself. If only she could hold out a few minutes, it would be all over. Then she could go home and try to patch up her mind again.
"Up, boy, up."
Jack needed no encouragement. Linda watched the scene she'd undergone repeat itself as the large animal leaped up onto the girl and wrapped his forelegs tightly around Tina's belly.
"AHHH!" the girl cried, her eyelids fluttering open in surprise. She felt the long hot prick sliding up against her buttcheeks and pitched forward, nearly falling off the table. She couldn't go through with it. Just the idea of having this animal on top of her made her belly contract and turn over. She'd vomit. She'd faint. She'd lose control, of that Tina was sure. But she wouldn't be able to stand the fucking.
"Come on, boy. What's taking you so long?" Chet asked. Both men had their backs to Linda so the blonde couldn't see what was happening. She craned her neck to the right, trying to peer between them as Tina let out a long low wail that soon turned into a shout of pain and horror.
"Let her go!" Linda cried futilely.
"Sheeit, look at that!" Chet said, scratching his chin in surprise. Both men separated just then and Linda had a chance to see what happened.
"Take it out, take it out!" Tina shrieked, her face pinched with pain and horror. Linda saw after a few minutes' observation that Jack had accidentally speared his cock into the girl's tight little asshole.
"It HURTS!" the young brunette wailed, her head lolling back and forth while her fingers curled up and scratched at the table top. Somehow, whether in over excitement or in misjudgment, Jack had pressed too hard too fast and wound up in the girl's bunghole instead of her pussy.
The result was excruciating pain for Tina. She wagged her ass desperately, trying to crawl off the table while the dog held onto her fast. Her face was swollen with horror as Jack started his animal fuck. His eyes rolled with surprise. Undoubtedly the dog wondered why this girl's pussy was so hard to drive his cock in and out of. Still he held on, pushing harder and harder until gradually Tina's sphincter relaxed under the constant pressure.
"Oh God, you'll tear her apart," Linda wailed, rubbing her cuntal walls together faster and faster, wishing she could touch her clitty just once to bring herself off. The horror of the situation, the terrible pain Tina must be suffering drove Linda almost insane with pleasure.
Jack humped and humped, low growls coming faster and faster from his throat as Chet, Al and Linda watched his doggie boner slip in and out of the girl's shitter. Jack flattened his head against Tina's back, his ears pinned back while his big bushy tail wagged jerkily back and forth. His hindquarters were working more regularly and quickly now, pile driving his knobby dick in and out, in and out, faster and faster until the young girl thought her asshole was going to burn up from the friction.
Tina had given up struggling, knowing it was useless and she might actually hurt herself now. She cried silently, biting down on her lip until she drew blood. Her ass ached horribly as more and more of the dog's dickmeat seemed to be fed into her ass. She never thought she could be capable of doing a perverted, sick act like this. And yet not only was she getting fucked in the ass, but getting fucked in the ass by a dog!
"He's gonna cum," Al said.
Tina's body stiffened at these words. She pictured what must be happening in her mind-her ass being screwed by a long, red knobby dog-cock, his furry nuts slapping up against the bottoms of her raised asscheeks. And now that prick was about to dump its hot load of animal spunk into her bowels. The thought sickened her. Pulling one hand away from the table top Tina held onto her belly and kept down the bile she felt rising to her throat.
Then Jack had his release, growling and whining as he dumped his load of jizz into the girl's pussy. She felt it splatter her forcefully, spattering against her slick pussy walls. The dog moaned and howled as she tried to wiggle away. But it was useless. Finally Tina simply laid her head down on her hands, crying loudly as her cunny filled up with the thick white jizz, then flowed over and dribbled down her spread thighs.
The cumming seemed to go on forever. Linda closed her eyes and thought of that stuffed feeling she had when the animal fucked her-how she'd resisted the horror, then finally gave into it and actually enjoyed it. She wondered if Tina was having the same problem-actually drinking in the sensation, yet fighting it for all she was worth.
"Oh, ohhhh," Tina wailed as Jack finished his cumming, then pulled back and drew his doggie cock out of her cunny. Jumping off the table, the dog shot a quick look at Linda who was still struggling on the couch with her sexuality.
"I think blondie over there is wanting a little action," Chet said, noticing Linda's predicament for the first time.
"Too bad we've got only one dog," Al said thoughtfully. "I'd fuck her, but shit, who wants to fuck a broad who's been to bed with a goddamned animal?"
The words cut into Linda like acid. Even these men had contempt for her since she'd been fucked by a dog. The girl wondered if she would ever be able to look at herself as a normal young woman again.
"Hey, if these two are such good friends...." Chet said meaningfully, turning to Al and smiling secretly.
The big blond caught Chet's meaning and smiled back, turning around and walking up to the girl.
"Gonna take care of that itch, baby," Al said, bending down and untying Linda's bonds that fastened her ankles to the sofa. The blonde murmured out a thank-you after Al also untied her wrists, bending down and rubbing the sore places on her feet. "Come on over by the table," Al said surprisingly gently, taking her by the wrist and raising her carefully up off the sofa.
Linda looked at him warily, following him to where Tina was still crying.
"Let's see how hot you two get when you're on top of one another," Al said, grabbing Linda roughly by the wrists again, and pushing her up against the edge of the table. The wood corner bit cruelly into her pussy. And yet considering how hot the girl was, Linda actually welcomed that rude sharp pressure. It sent off chills of orgasmic shock through her pussy, relieving at least for a while the tension that had driven her crazy.
"Oh, Linda," Tina cried. The men had turned her on her back and spread her legs. The girl could still feel the hot jizz leaking out of her bunghole, wetting down her asscheeks as she lay waiting for the next humiliation. Both girls' eyes met in mutual sympathy, each knowing what was expected of them.
Al helped Linda on the table, pushing her down hard. With a loud grunt the blonde found herself fully on top of her friend.
"Forgive me, Tina," she whispered as she began sliding down. "We don't have any choice."
The young brunette said nothing in return, closing her eyes and whimpering with shame as she felt Linda go lower and lower on her body.
CHAPTER NINE
Linda lowered her head to the dark wet patch of cunny hair between Tina's trembling legs. The hairs were still wet with animal spittle, something that made the young blonde teenager want to vomit. And yet she knew she had to start licking to amuse these two sadists controlling them. Slowly she bent forward. The black-haired twat seemed to glisten. Through the thick growth of matted public hair Linda could see the redness of Tina's pussylips. They looked like a large wound. She stopped, unable to go any further when she caught the smell of the dog's spittle.
But Al was there to encourage the girl should she have any second doubts about what she was told to do. Now the girl felt her head being jerked forward. Linda froze, holding her breath. Al held her tightly in place, fitting her face between Tina's thighs. Linda nearly retched from the smell-a mixture of the sweetness of Tina's cuntal juices and the foul odor of doggie breath. Still, something about the position she was in and the heat still burning and smoldering in her pussy made her flick out her tongue and start licking up the slit between Tina's pussylips. The young brunette babbled as the licking increased. In spite of her horror and revulsion at what was happening, Tina knew that her cunt was letting out glistening cuntal oil.
Instinctively Linda slid her arms around Tina's naked ass and shoved her mouth hard onto the cunt. Her tongue lashed inside, pushing up into the delicate, sensitive crack. She nestled her cheek against the soft labes and began gently licking her way in and out of Tina's cunt.
"Oh God, no, no," the brunette cried, flushing red with shame and horror while the blonde seemed carried away with her torture. Linda herself couldn't explain why she was carrying on this way. Her body seemed to have a life of its own, separate of any morality her mind might be telling her she should follow.
"Come on, girls, we wanna see you suck each other's cunt."
Al and Chet pulled Linda reluctantly off Tina's twat for a second, sliding her around on her ass, then pushing her back down. Looking up Linda realized they had moved Tina on top of her. She saw that pretty little snatch poised over her. They were in a sixty-nine position. Slowly the curly-haired dark snatch came down to. licking distance. Al was pushing Tina's thighs down forcibly while Chet was doing the same thing to her head. Just as the red slit parted above her, Linda felt a pair of lips being pushed against her own pussy.
"Lick it, baby, if you want to get out of here alive," Al growled threateningly.
Tina whimpered, then reluctantly pushed her tongue from between her lips and started licking off her friend. She blew a hot breath through Linda's blonde cuntal curls, tickling her with that breath as she accidentally touched her friend's budding clitty shaft.
Linda bucked at that light touch. It felt as if someone had touched her with a hot needle. Gently and softly, Tina fitted her mouth completely onto Linda's pussy and started, half against her will, to suck.
"Oh God, suck it. Oh God, give it to me, Tina. Oh please, I can't take it!" Linda babbled, feeding her friend her aching, sore pussy.
Slowly the girls slipped into the sexuality of the situation and forgot what was forcing them into it. Tina used her fingers to pull the tender pussylips apart. Inside the red-hot slit Tina ran her tongue, flicking it rapidly in and out, teasing the velvety warm flesh. At the same time she was tonguing Linda's pussy, she lowered her body until she could feel Linda breathing into her cunt.. Her clit popped out, throbbing and hard.
Linda's hands wrapped around Tina's soft ass, squeezing the full cheeks, rubbing them gently. She slipped her fingers into the hot valley between the girl's buttocks. Her head arched up while her tongue flicked out. She licked the throbbing surface of Tina's delicate clit. Almost at that same moment the juicy cunt pushed down until it was pressed hard against Linda's sucking mouth. Linda stuck her tongue between the plump lips as hard as she could. When she had it inside she began to lick around and around. She could tell it was driving Tina higher and higher. The brunette's hips pushed down onto her face, hunching wildly.
Tina buried her face in the blonde thicket of Linda's pussy. Her lips pressed down in a long wet kiss against the puckered pussylips. They pressed into Linda's clit while she kept her tongue busy lashing away at the inside of her juicy hole.
While Linda was getting her snatch licked and kissed, the blonde kept working her fingers deep into the slot between her friend's asscheeks. While her middle finger found the puckered little asshole, she worked it around in circles, teasing the sensitive flesh. Gradually she made the circles smaller until she was rubbing the tip of her finger around the edge of the hole. Pressing down, Linda began to push her finger inside. , Tina shoved down with her thighs, grinding her pussy into Linda's face. At the same time she spread her legs as far apart as she dared, stretching the cheeks of her ass apart so Linda could get her finger deeper inside. Linda could feel the animal's jizz still welling out of Tina's shithole. But somehow her former revulsion disappeared. The girl thought of Jack humping his knobby boner into the young brunette's ass. She saw his hairy body, saw his furry little balls jiggling back and forth while Tina squirmed and squealed under his attack.
With those images in mind, Linda's cunt exploded into a thousand brilliant pangs of pleasure. Her pink lips spread apart, exposing the dark red throat of her twat. The light blonde curls on the bloated pussylips stood out as if electrified while Tina's breath blew over them. The dark pink of the blonde's clit glowed at the top of her wet slit. Her titties tilted up to rub into the soft curve of Tina's belly.
While Linda wiggled her finger in the tight asshole she felt her spread pussylips being kissed again. A hot slippery mouth opened wide. The girl felt lips pressing down into her labes. Tina's head bore down, shoving tighter and tighter against her cunt. Linda felt the sucking mouth working on her cunt, pulling the flesh up in gentle tugs until it was like having a dick sliding in and out.
"Oh God, yes, yes," Linda murmured, squeezing her asscheeks together and hunching into the brunette's face.
Al and Chet stroked their now exposed cocks slowly, watching the two women squirming on top of one another. The room seemed thick with the smell of vaporized cunt juice and sweat. The soft moans of Tina and Linda blended with the slick clicking of their wet pussies rubbing against their sucking mouths and probing tongues.
While Tina violently sucked at Linda's cunt, she felt the finger in her ass pushing further inside. The girl groaned, rolling her ass around in circles. Again she felt the finger pressing its way into her hot ass. Her pussywalls seemed to vibrate like a tightly stretched drumhead. Linda's tongue and finger worked together, tickling and teasing the sensitive pink flesh. Tina shoved her sweet cunt down, trying to fuck her friend's tongue. Her soft thighs closed around the blonde's head. Her cuntlips spread wide apart, exposing the hot wet tunnel. She felt Linda's mouth fit onto her hairy cunny mound.
"Uhhhhh!" the brunette groaned through Linda's throbbing cunt.
"Ya ever wonder what goes on in the girls' locker room?" Al asked.
"Not any more. Looks like they're as queer as some of the fags we've seen," Chet commented, feeling a hot tight feeling grip his thick dickhead. He was ready to shoot again. But he wanted to wait until the girls came.
The vibrations of Tina's moaning echoed through Linda's cunt, shaking her clit to its roots. Linda's nerve endings vibrated until she felt her whole body throbbing in time to her snatch. She spread her legs as much as she could on that table and threw up her ass, giving her cunt to Tina in a frenzy of passionate hunching. With each hunch of her ass she felt Tina's wide, rough tongue lash over the wet flesh of her snatchlips.
She kept her finger up Tina's ass, pushing the brunette's thighs up slightly to breathe. But Tina was too far gone to have the delicious friction from Linda's mouth disappear. Grunting with disapproval, the brunette writhed and twisted on top of her, tightening her grip and pushing her cunt down on her friend's face. She was fucking her snatch into Linda's face in hard, short strokes. The room was filled with rhythmic sticky sounds as Tina's cunt beat into Linda's nose and mouth.
Then Linda felt her cunt catch fire. She thrashed, her legs kicking out while her nipples felt as if they'd soar off her jiggling titties. The girl wanted to make Tina eat her cunt, suck it, make her cum. Her mouth shoved up between the brunette's spread legs, her thighs working up and down in strong fucking strokes. She shoved her finger in as far as it would go and twisted it from side to side. She felt Tina shaking above her. Her tongue shoved deep into the hot pussy. Linda felt Tina's cunt starting to spasm. She could feel her friend hunching wildly as if she were going mad. Linda wiggled her finger deep inside Tina's tight ass and kept her tongue mashing down on the clit.
And then the climax hit. Tina felt wild spasms shake over her. From Linda's mouth to her cunt, the delicious friction drove her over the edge. The orgasmic contractions made her hunch wildly, suck desperately, and tongue Linda's pussy furiously while her body exploded.
Linda felt the spasms hit Tina's cunt and suddenly forgot everything except the explosions ripping down through her own tight hot pussy. Spasms rippled through her pussy. She felt her clit pop into Tina's sucking mouth, then vibrate against the licking tongue. Then the big waves of orgasm rolled over her. Her toes fanned out, then curled until they cramped. Her fingers clawed at Tina's sweat-wet flesh while her ass bounced like a ball. She grabbed tightly onto Tina and held her in place as she hunched her dribbling pussy onto that stiff tongue.
Finally they both collapsed into one another's arms, enjoying the few seconds' rest before Al and Chet would take over their lives again.
"I think they liked each other better than they did us," Al said, rubbing his dick slowly between his thumb and fingers, slicking down the hot sides with the cum leaking from his pulsating cockhead.
"Not this one. She'll take anything between her legs as long as it's stiff," Chet said, reaching over and hitting Tina roughly in the shoulder. Cradled as she was in Linda's arms, the force of the blow sent her sailing off the table, yelping with pain and surprise when she crashed onto the floor and rolled over onto her back. The big man then grabbed Linda by the hair, yanking it back until her mouth shot open. Chet crawled onto the table, his dickhead glowing an angry red and dripping with jizz. His face was twisted with that familiar frenzy that let the girl know there was no stopping him.
Still yanking at her hair until the blonde's eyelids flickered up and down rapidly with pain, Chet leaned forward, driving his dick into the girl's mouth. Linda couldn't struggle and closed her lips around the stiff rod. Yanking her head up and down, from side to side, Chet guided the girl's sucking movements until his body suddenly stiffened, then jerked from side to side. The girl's wet, gagging gasping told the story as wads of jizz shot from the big dark-haired man's prickhead and filled up her throat.
"Ohh, gonna be sorry to let these two go," Chet said, letting go of Linda's head. She fell with a thud to the table top. He rolled off, leaning against one edge for support while he tucked his flaccid dick into his trousers and zipped up.
Al was standing over Tina, scratching his chin and wondering what he should do with these two. He and his buddy had pretty much had their fill with them. Fairly sure neither would tell what had happened, the big young blond was thinking of getting them dressed and dumping them back onto the highway.
"Hey, you hear something'?" Chet suddenly whispered.
Linda, still lying like a dead woman on the table, pricked up her ears. She also heard what sounded like someone sneaking around outside.
Her first reaction was to scream out loud for help. The door to the shed was closed and locked. No one could find them there unless they actually broke down the door.
But then Al whispered to Chet to go outside and investigate. When she saw the big man go for a cabinet, open the top drawer and pull out a gun, Linda stopped having her thoughts about screaming for help. Silently she lay there, turning her head and watching with wide eyes as Chet unlocked the wood door and crept silently out into the dark.
Jack still lay curled in one corner, a low growl emitting from his throat while Al bent down and held him tightly by the collar. Linda assumed he would use the animal if need be, to help Chet.
"Hey, don't. What, let me go!" Linda heard a familiar voice shout. There were the sounds of a struggle, then the shouts of Chet to Al.
In a moment Linda saw that the mysterious intruder was none other than Mr. Bronson!
"I found chubs out there sneaking around. What did ya hope to find out there, gold?"
Mr. Bronson still didn't say anything, his face red with fear while his body visibly shook from the recent attack. Slowly he looked around and saw Linda lying naked and violated on the table, while Tina was still on the floor, her eyes glazed over with the afterglow from her sucking match with Linda.
"What's going on here?" he asked, staring stupidly at Al, then Chet.
"What do you think, a church picnic?" Al growled, wondering now what he was going to do with the fat man.
"Shit, this screws up everything," Chet moaned, kicking the door shut again and bolting it.
"Naw, not yet," Al said, scratching his chin again and staring through slanted eyes at Bronson. Linda knew that look. It meant the young man was thinking of some new act of perversion, this time involving Bronson.
"I promise I won't tell anything," he babbled, quickly assessing the situation. "I was trying to fuck that one when she ran out of my car for help. Looks like she got it," he said, sneering at Linda.
"A man after my heart," Al said ironically, taking the gun from Chet and holding it hard under Bronson's chin. "I like a brave man. Okay, brave man, strip down."
"Here?" Bronson asked, his voice breaking as he looked quickly from Chet to Al, then back to Chet again.
"You heard me, pops."
Reluctantly Bronson took off his clothes. Linda watched with curiosity, relieved that someone else was on the receiving end of Al's brutality besides her. Soon she saw the fat man's unattractive body. The rolls of flab pushed out against his flesh, revealing stretch marks and pouches that sagged in several places. Linda thought she'd never seen anything more unattractive in her life.
"Bend down-on all fours."
Bronson did as he was told, watching the big blond carefully. But Chet was moving fast, taking a can of half opened dog food from a shelf, then moving behind Bronson. Before the man had a chance to know what was happening, Chet took a gob of the jelly-like dogmeat and smeared it over his asshole. Snapping his fingers quickly for Jack, Chet backed away and gave the big German shepherd room. Linda watched in surprise and revulsion as the dog ran quickly to the cringing fat man and started lapping at his ass.
CHAPTER TEN
"Don't! I'll do anything, just don't let him do anything to me," Bronson wailed, bucking forward, then spinning around and landing square on his fat ass. Jack growled, stopping several feet in front of the whimpering fat man and turning his head up toward Al and Chet for further instructions.
"Hey, you've got a farm, or something, right?" Bronson nodded. "Live there alone?"
"My wife died three years ago. Just me and the housekeeper. But she's not there now," Bronson said, sensing there was a way out of his predicament and that it depended on how secluded his farm was.
"Got dogs?" Al asked, his lips curling up in a smile. Involuntarily he turned slightly and looked at both Tina and Linda. The blonde felt her skin crawl. It was bad enough to be degraded and fouled by these two strangers. But to have Bronson involved as well? It was almost too much for Linda's tattered pride to bear.
"One or two. Not very good ones, though," he said with disappointment in his voice.
"Anything else?" Al asked, sucking in his lower lip thoughtfully. "Like a horse, donkey?"
"Got a young pony, though he's not really mine. Old man Granger gave him to me to keep while he's over in Boston checking out some property in town," Bronson said more easily. He was beginning to feel more a part of the conspiracy rather than a victim of it.
"Get dressed, old man. We'll save your ass for somethin' else. Come on, girls, we're goin' for a ride," Al said, opening the door while Chet kicked their ripped clothing across the floor toward them.
They dressed quickly, neither girl saying a word though they exchanged glances and silently wondered what new horror had been planned for them.
Leaving the shed, Linda tilted back her head and stared at the sky overhead. The clouds had gone away, leaving a brilliant sky filled with twinkling stars and a bright half moon. How peaceful and beautiful it was. Linda could hardly believe she was trapped in this horrible situation.
They all piled into the double seated pick up, Linda and Al in the front, Chet, Tina and Bronson squeezed into the back seat. The gun was drawn and pointed at Tina's head who sat in her light, torn clothing shivering from both cold and terror.
They bumped over the narrow road, passing Tina's car, then further down the avenue passing Bronson's. Once on the main road they moved quickly, passing few cars.
Linda watched the familiar landscape pass by, homes, trees and hills she'd played among while a child. Now they were witness to a different kind of play involving her. The sense of lost innocence and shame drove her to tears and she wept silently as they drove on to Bronson's.
In twenty minutes they were parked in front of the small one-story wood frame farmhouse. There was nothing especially different about this land. Bronson's tiny farm looked like so many other quaint New England rural residences-a white home on one end of land, and a small red barn facing it.
"The pony?" Al asked.
Bronson nodded toward the barn. With a wave of the gun, Chet indicated the direction he wanted the girls to take.
Linda and Tina picked their way carefully in the dark toward the large building that loomed like a mountain of doom in the semi-darkness. Neither had had a chance to put on their shoes when leaving the shed.
When Bronson opened the large double doors and stepped in, Tina and Linda followed. Almost immediately the young blonde teenager thought it was strange that there weren't the usual barn smells. No animals-nothing except a faint rustling at one end of the barn.
"He's over there," Bronson said, about to step out to get the horse.
"Easy, fatso," Chet said, turning around and pointing the gun at the girls. "Come on, off with the duds."
Linda and Tina stripped obediently, shedding their clothing, then folding their arms tightly across their titties to protect themselves as best they could from the cold.
"Okay," Al said, following Bronson to the dark end of the barn. Linda and Tina stood there, shivering in the darkness. The young blonde had an idea of what was going to happen. She had heard of how young women were forced to have sex with horses or donkeys in Mexican bars for the tourists. But her and Tina? They'd been degraded by having committed nearly every twisted sexual act with both men, then with one another, and finally with the dog.
The dog! How horrible it all seemed now. Linda thought of Jack still back at the cabin, sleeping peacefully, wondering probably if his masters were going to bring back new meat for his huge cock.
"There he is," Chet said, turning and looking at the horse. And horse it was. What Bronson's idea of a pony was turned out to be a nearly full grown adult plow horse. His muscles rippled under every step he took. Linda looked admiringly at the shiny black flesh and how it seemed to shiver with every movement the animal made.
"Good. We'll try the small one first," Al said, motioning for Chet to take action. Tina cried out, her face twisted with fear while both men took her arms and grabbed her hard by the wrists. Screaming, Tina was dragged to the animal's big head. She threw her head back and forth, tears streaming down her flushed face while her feet kicked and tried to dig into the soft dirt of the barn.
The big horse reared back several steps, his large brown eyes rolling around in his head while his black nostrils quivered with surprise.
"There, boy, there," Al said comfortingly, turning to Bronson and warning him to keep an eye on Linda.
"No trouble there," he said, reaching down and trying to touch her cunny. No matter what she'd been through, Linda couldn't let him do anything to her. Slapping his hand away, the girl whispered that she was Al's special girl and if he touched her, he'd have to answer to the blond personally.
That was enough to silence the cowardly Bronson for a few minutes. Stepping behind the girl, he confined himself to watching the young blonde's well-formed asscheeks quivering in the cold, and stroking his hard prick that pressed like a tent pole under his trousers.
"Oh don't, don't do this to me!" the girl shrieked in a strangled, high-pitched cry. But Al and Chet held her tightly, forcing her titties against the animal's mouth. Peeling back his rubbery black lips the large animal let out a snort, then dropped his long pink tongue from his mouth and licked the girl's upper titties and face.
"Oh my God!" Linda whispered in horror, realizing fully what they were going to do. She watched as Al and Chet dragged Tina around the animal's side, stroking the big horse all the while and talking softly while the girl fought and shrieked.
"Shut up," Al shouted, striking the young brunette hard across the face. Tina let out a yelp, then fell silent. The two men dragged her behind the horse, avoiding his swishing black tail and trying to calm him down. The nervous whinnying and snorting filled the silent barn as little tufts of dirt floated upward from the dirt floor while the horse moved back and forth.
Finally the animal grew quiet. Al took Tina's right hand and forced it against the big horse's hanging dick. The animal snorted, but this time did nothing. The girl cried, feeling the warm leathery skin brush against her wrist. Then they made her open her fingers and grip the hanging funnel-like object, milking it up and down until it began to thicken and grow stiffer under the girl's jacking-off motions.
"Gonna feel good and thick in your cunny, baby," Al said.
Tina cried more, though she didn't dare do anything to upset the men. When the animal's shiny black cockhead finally slipped out of the wrinkled, tough sheath, Al and Chet pushed the girl down, twisted her around, then yanked back on her hair until her mouth shot open. What Linda saw next she'd remember the rest of her life. They pushed Tina's face onto the animal's prong, forcing the young girl to suck off the pony.
"Oh my God!" Linda moaned, holding her belly tightly with both hands while Bronson looked on gleefully. Tina let out strangled cries and retched. But Chet and Al held onto her, pushing her head higher and higher, impaling her mouth onto the thick, black horse's cock until they could see a swelling appear halfway down her throat.
"Suck, baby, suck," Al said between his teeth, visibly growing excited over what was happening to the young brunette. Tina's knees scraped painfully across the hay-strewn dirt floor. Her titties bounced and jiggled from the force of the men while her cheeks puffed out more and more. She thought her jaw was broken. Certainly it felt dislocated. But more than that was the concept of her mouth being violated by a horse's dick! She could smell the stale piss and shit reeking from the animal's hanging, coconut-shaped balls. His smooth belly heaved up and just above her, while his hoofs pranced inches from her knees.
"Suck, baby, suck," Chet whispered, jerking her head back and forth. Tina's lips peeled back until they split in the middle. In and out, in and out the horse's prong slid, banging against her tonsils, filling her mouth with leaking jizz. Linda watched in horror as her friend's fingers fought to keep more of the dickmeat out of her throat. But Al and Chet kept feeding more and more of the dickmeat into her mouth until the young blonde was sure her friend would choke to death on all that prickmeat.
"Okay, baby. That was just a warm-up," Al said, pulling the girl off the horse's whanger. The big animal twisted his handsome head around and wondered why that good feeling had disappeared. Tina was choking, her eyes tearing from the effort of sucking that big animal's dick while drool and leaking jizz spilled freely from her stretched mouth. She was fainting, passing in and out of semi-consciousness when they dumped her on a pile of hay, then turned on Linda.
"Let me go," the blonde cried, thinking they were going to do the same thing to her as they did to Tina. But little did the young girl realize what they had in store for her.
Dragging the reluctant teenager up to the horse, Al and Chet shoved her titties in the animal's face, watching her twist and writhe in disgust while the horse lapped at her throat, face and tits. His rough, sandy tongue lapped down at her nipples, forcing her big boobs up nearly to her throat, then letting them flop down her chest again.
Then the full horror began. Dragging her around to the horse's ass, Chet and Al shoved her under the powerful hindquarters, twisting her around until she was sitting on her ass, facing the hanging stiff black dick. But then something new was added. Both men slipped their powerful hands under her ass and pushed her up until the girl's titties and belly nearly touched the horse's stomach. She could feel them spreading her legs, feel someone stretching her cuntlips apart. And then they tilted her upward, sliding the girl slightly backward. Linda could feel a smooth, hot ball-like object pressing against her stretched outer labes. She knew then they were going to force her to fuck the horse!
"NO! NOOOOO! I WONT!" Linda shrieked, clawing, twisting, writhing. But it was too late. Chet and Al were far too strong for her. Sliding her up, taking advantage of the horse's excitement, they impaled her delicate pussy onto the animal's dick.
"NOOO!" Linda cried again, her screams echoing through the deserted barn. She could feel her cuntal walls stretching painfully, almost tearing at the massive amount of prong-meat slipping into her. She threw her head from side to side, her blonde hair whipping across her throat and titties. Sweat dripped down from her forehead and out from under her arms. Her belly cramped, while her legs kicked out, trying to break free of the tight hold Chet and Al had.
But it was useless. More and more of the horse's prick jammed into her pussy, stretching the tender pink walls with its black, throbbing animal meat. Linda could feel the thick black head drilling down through her snatch, coming closer and closer to her womb. The horrible smells of the animal's under body filled her nostrils. She could hear the big horse snorting, whinnying, stomping all around her. The dick seemed to be swelling like some kind of strange balloon inside her, threatening to blow her body to pieces. She sucked in lungfuls of air, fighting to keep conscious as the hard, leathery sheath rubbed her cuntlips raw. The pain raked across her crotch, growing sharper and sharper as the large cock stiffened and drilled mercilessly into her hole.
In the background she could hear Tina screaming. Opening her eyes for the last time that night she saw Bronson slithering on top of her, sticking his stubby, wormy dick into the brunette's cunt while kissing her hard on the throat and titties.
"Oh my God!" Linda cried, feeling the familiar throbbing of a dick about to explode with hot jizz. The blonde pushed back with her hands. But it was too late. She could feel something hot and wet jetting into her cunny, filling it with animal jizz. The thought of that big animal drilling his cock into her cunt, reaming out her pussy with its stiff black cock sheath, then dumping spunk into her snatch drove the girl over the edge. With a piercing shriek, Linda stiffened her body, twitched violently, then passed out. The rest of the cumming of the big horse was something Linda blessedly was ignorant of.
* * *
"You feeling better, honey?"
"Alright, mom," Linda said, stopping on the stairway of her parents' home and running her fingers through her fine blonde hair.. She gathered her blue flannel robe tightly around her waist, then continued down the stairs to the living room. Her mother was silently crocheting something white in her lap. It was early evening, and the news was droning on in the television.
"Why don't you sit next to me?" the attractive older woman asked, patting the cushion next to her.
Linda smiled and nodded, sitting down quietly and wondering if her mother would be so kind if she knew what had happened that night. Somehow Al and Chet and Bronson had dressed the girls after the horrible rape in Bronson's barn that night, dumping them into Tina's car and pushing them out onto the road. Regaining consciousness later, both girls sobbed together, nearly insane with horror and shame, but both vowing never to discuss with anyone-including one another-what happened.
Choosing between the truth and a desperate lie, both women chose the latter, each telling her parents they'd both been raped by hitchhikers they'd picked up along the road, Tina admitting she'd gone out without her father's permission to pick up Linda from work after the blonde couldn't start the car. Horrified, the parents were at least spared the real horror if the truth were known. Somehow Linda had managed to keep the doctor quiet when he looked curiously at the sperm smear he took at the hospital, then looked at Linda. "Look at that," the older woman said, leaning forward and turning the volume on higher.
"Two men were arrested today in downtown Boston for attempted rape."
Linda felt herself sinking into the floor when pictures of Chet and Al flashed onto the tube.
"Maybe you shouldn't watch this," the older woman said sympathetically.
"I'm fine," Linda managed to say, feeling her stomach turn over. She watched silently as the police on television roughly handled the two men into a paddy wagon. They'd been seen trying to rape two college girls at night on the Boston Commons.
"Well, I'm glad animals like that are under control."
Linda said nothing, her mind turning back to the events of that horrible evening. Would she ever be able to look at herself again, knowing full well what part she had played in her own humiliation? The vision of Al and Chet played in her mind. Even on television, arrested as they were, they looked defiant and unrepentant. No, she was sure they would try their act again. The young blonde teenager felt her fingers curl tightly into a fist. If only she and Tina could get back at them. But it was useless. Linda sighed and fell back against the couch, watching her mother crochet contentedly, knowing nothing of what happened to her daughter.
