The seething passions that lurk within many individuals are often hidden beneath a veneer of normalcy, exposed only under extremely tempting circumstances.
The woman who, after a few drinks at a' party, takes on all comers, male and female alike. The man who, during a strip show at a stag party, climbs up on stage with the girl and performs with her in front of his friends. The couple who, under group pressure, reluctantly joins the neighborhood wife-swappers.
A victim of circumstance, Tibby Johnson is one of these outwardly quiet, reserved people. A healthy, if somewhat misguided teenager, Tibby, along with her schoolmate, Gail, has no reason to think she is different than other girls in her same situation. But, Tibby discovers, within her lies a love of degradation and a need to be debased. These dark secrets hide inside the young girl, waiting for a stimulus to arouse them.
CHAINED, TRAINED SCHOOLGIRLS-a fictional story about those who appear normal, but whose needs are different from most.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Tibby's heart hammered as she slipped off her pajamas. What she was doing was so forbidden. Here at Fenwick Girl's School one must never undress with the lights on, and the lights must never be turned on after lights-out. She was breaking two rules and if she were caught, she would be severely punished. She might even be expelled. But where could they send her from here? Only a prison camp had stricter discipline and more-severe punishments than a fundamentalist school like Fenwick.
But Tibby couldn't help herself. She would lose her mind if she didn't relieve herself of the itch. She was so hot and wet between the legs, between the cuntlips, that she would go insane if she didn't slip a finger inside herself and rub until she got that melting, explosive feeling.
Why did something that brought so much pleasure have to be so very bad? It seemed that anything that felt good in life, anything that brought a good feeling or a little laughter was gravely wrong, forbidden, sinful.
She eased herself off the bed and tip-toed across the concrete floor of her dorm room. She laid her pajamas at the base of her door, shutting off any light that might escape out into the hallway.
She would be all right if she worked fast. The monitors wouldn't be making their rounds for forty-five minutes. Ten minutes ago Gail, Tibby's roommate, had sneaked out to meet her boyfriend. Tibby's only worry was that one of the other girls would need to go down the hall to the bathroom and would spot a sliver of light. Here at Fenwick school, squealing on one's fellow inmates was the best way to earn points.
Tibby turned to the picture over the dresser she shared with Gail. It was a large, blown-up photograph of the school's founder, the Reverend Jimmy Fenwick. The Reverend smiled at her, his eyes staring straight into her soul. She quickly removed the picture from the wall, replacing it with a small mirror.
Her dark eyes shined, as did her shoulder-length brunette hair. She lifted up on her tiptoes so she could get her tits into the picture. Her tits seemed to grow bigger daily and her cherries were large and full. She brushed her fingers across her cherries and felt electrical tingles all the way down to her loins.
She didn't understand these feelings. She'd had the first inklings of them a few years ago and they'd been daily growing more intense ever since. The hot itch between her legs had become incessant and she could hardly think about anything else now. Each night she had to rub herself until she exploded down there and then she was able to sleep.
Tibby pulled the mirror off the wall and replaced it with Reverend Fenwick's pictures. She felt his glaring eyes on her tits and began to get weak. She shoved the mirror back in Gail's drawer, then dug further under Gail's clothing and pulled out a rumpled magazine, "Tiger Beat". She lingered for a few moments, sniffing the scent of Gail's dirty panties, which Gail always shoved back in the drawer with her clean clothes until she could secretly wash them by hand in the bathroom. Whenever Gail came back from a secret date with her boyfriend Butch, her panties were wet and musky, the same aroma Tibby noticed coming from her own cunt when it got steamy and hot.
Tibby returned to her bed. Sitting at the edge of it, she opened the magazine. Some boy named Billy smiled at her and she immediately slipped her middle, right-hand finger up her cunt. She lifted the magazine photo to her lips, kissing the boy on the mouth as she pumped her finger in and out of her slick, drooling crotch. Having spent her entire life in all-girl schools, she'd rarely had any contact with boys or men. All she knew was that looking at pictures of the boys in Gail's magazine made the feelings in her loins twice as intense.
"Oh Billy, oh Billy!" she whispered.
She wished she could taste his mouth, could inhale his breath. She wished she could rub against him, press her hot tits into his chest, wrap her legs around him and grind her swollen cunt against his loins.
"Fuck me with your prick," she whispered. "Oh Billy, fuck me with your hard prick."
She'd never seen prick but Gail had told her about them. Pricks were like big sausages that boys had growing out of their bodies. Underneath the pricks were sacs of skin with meatballs inside them. When a boy's prick got hard he could shove it into a girl's cunt and fuck her. The feeling was incredible, according to Gail, and the boys shot hot thick cream.
Tibby didn't believe it, although she wanted to. Gail had drawn her pictures of pricks, had drawn pictures of naked boys with their pricks pointing up in the air. The pricks looked like huge clubs. They couldn't be that big. Even if they existed, they couldn't be that big, Tibby was sure.
"Fuck me with your big prick," she whispered. "Squirt that thick cream into me. Oh Billy, I love you!"
She spread her legs wider, ramming in her finger as deep as she could, wishing she could ram it deeper-a lot deeper. Her finger made a squishing noise in her cunt. Her toes clutched at the cold concrete of the floor, the tips of them tingling like her nipples, like her clit.
"Oh Billy, oh Billy!" she gasped.
Her eyes rolled and she began to tremble. A hot fist of pleasure ground inside her loins and suddenly she was writhing. She fell back on the bed, snapping her legs together and crushing them around her twisting hand.
For a moment she thought she was dying, but she didn't care. The feeling was all that mattered. She just wanted to feel like this forever. She chewed at the photo of the boy, devouring him.
She became aware of a noise, but it took her what seemed like seconds to respond. When her vision finally cleared, when she finally recovered enough to spit the destroyed magazine page out and snap to a sitting position, she watched in horror as the door was forced open, tearing her pajamas against the concrete floor.
CHAPTER TWO
A red-faced blonde head squeezed around the partially opened door. "Christ, Tibby, what is this?"
Tibby sank back, her heart easing back into her chest again. Her relief was only momentary, however, as shock gave way to shame. She covered her cunt with the magazine.
"Turn off the light, you little fool," Gail hissed, forcing the door open farther and squeezing into the room.
Timmy switched off the bed lamp. As Gail sealed the door quietly, cutting off even the dim light from the hallway, the windowless room was cast in complete darkness.
"So this is what little miss innocent does while I'm out with Butch," Gail whispered with a snicker. "You're not quite as innocent as you try to put on, are you baby?" Gail slid onto the bed beside Tibby and felt Tibby's cunt. "Juicy little bitch."
Tibby was still trembling. She was glad the light was out so Gail wouldn't see her blushing.
Gail massaged Tibby's cunt. "Beating off's fun, ain't it, girl? You've gotta keep the damned rights out, though. You don't wanna attract attention-especially when I'm out catting around with Butch. I don't want them barging in here and finding my empty bed."
She pinched Tibby's clit and Tibby gasped, biting her lips to stifle a grunt of pain. Then Gail pulled her hand away and put her arm around Tibby's shoulders. Her hand dangled down, stroking Tibby's tit and nipple.
Tibby shivered, goose bumps down her shoulder and arm.
"I'm glad you're hot because now I won't have any trouble talking you into going out with me."
Tibby swallowed, wetting her dry throat. "What do you mean?"
"I mean that I can't get past that nerd guard at the back gate tonight unless I bring him some fresh meat-and you're it, baby."
Tibby was speechless.
Gail gave Tibby's nipple a twisting squeeze that sent pain to Tibby's brain and pleasure to her cunt. "Get dressed. Butch's probably having a shit-fit out there by now. He gets mean if he's kept waiting."
"I can't," Tibby said. "I just can't."
Gail put her lips to Tibby's ear. You can and you will," she said. "Get dressed or I'll wake up the whole fucking dorm and tell what I caught you doing."
"You wouldn't dare," Tibby said. "And nobody would believe you."
"Try me," Gail said. "And see who they believe."
Tibby knew she had no chance against Gail. She dressed in total darkness, shaking like a cornered chipmunk.
Gail led her down the back stairway. They both went barefooted, carrying their shoes, hardly breathing in the maddening silence. At ground level, Gail pushed her head out the door, carefully surveying the darkness outside.
"Come on," Gail said. "Stay in the shadows." She wedged a stick between the door and the jamb to keep the door ajar, then tiptoed along the edge of the brick building.
They were like two prisoners making an escape. A minute later they were pressing close to the guard house. Tibby had never been back here. The twelve-foot-high stone walls that surrounded the grounds were lined with barbed wire on top.
Gail knocked once at the door of the guard house. The door opened, letting out a beam of yellow light and the low drone of hillbilly music from a radio. Gail stepped through the doorway, pulling Tibby behind her.
"Well, well," said a grinning man in khaki clothing and a hunting cap.
He locked the door of the gate house and leaned his rifle in the corner. He was chewing food, his half-eaten salami sandwich lying on a greasy paper wrapped on his desk. He reached forward, lifting Tibby's chin with his rough fingers.
"Well, well, ain't this one a pretty little thing." He glanced at Gail. "Knew you could bring me some fresh meat if you was desperate, bitch."
"Can I go now?" Gail said. "You can have her while I'm gone."
Tibby couldn't believe her ears, but she couldn't get a word out.
"Just stay put and shut up till I says you can go," the man said, scratching the gray whiskers on his grizzled cheeks. The hut filled with the rancid smell of his breath. On the radio the hillbilly music wailed. The bare overhead bulb cast a sickish yellow light through the cramped little gate house.
The man pushed his chair against the wall, then unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. The pants fell to his knees, revealing a pair of baggy boxer shorts.
He grinned at Tibby. "Pull 'em down, little girl."
Tibby stood there, frozen, sick to her stomach.
The man's face tightened, frowning. "What'sa matter, girl, you a touch deaf?"
"For christsake, Tibby, pull his shorts down!" Gail sounded exasperated.
"Didn't I tell you to shut up?" the man snapped at Gail. "Keep your trap shut or I'll have you on your knees in here, praying till sunup."
Gail scowled and bit her Up.
The man glared at Tibby. "I'll tell you once more nice, girl. Haul my skivvies down."
Tibby swallowed the fist of fear that threatened to make her burst into sobs. If there was one thing she'd learned at Fenwick, it was that bawling only made things worse. She reached forward, hooking her shaking fingers under the waistband of the man's undershorts. As she pulled downward, the man pushed down on her head and she went to her knees, hauling the undershorts past the man's knees.
There it was! A man's prick! It was real, dangling there like a big fat salami!
"What'sa matter, girl? You look like you seen a ghost." The man chuckled, plopping his ass down in the chair and spreading his hairy legs. "Well, what ya waiting for, bitch? Start licking."
Tibby felt frozen again. Not only did the sight of the man's huge prick shock her, horrify her, fascinate her, but she had no idea what he meant by telling her to lick. He couldn't mean lick his prick!
He shook his head and his hand shot forward as he leaned toward her. Suddenly Tibby was gasping and whimpering as she was yanked by the hair until her face was mashed against the man's prick and balls.
"When a man orders a bitch to lick, a bitch licks!"
Tears ran down Tibby's cheeks, wetting the guard's balls. Her nose was buried in his sweaty nut-sac and Tibby could hardly breathe. The man's prick swelled against her cheek, becoming twice as large, three times as large--becoming hard and hot and alive.
"Eat it, you sniveling little sissy!"
Holding Tibby's head up by the hair, the man slammed his hard cock back and forth across her face, stinging her cheeks, burning them, getting them slimy with a sappy fluid that was leaking from the big club.
"I said, eat it!"
Sobbing uncontrollably, Tibby chewed blindly, nipping the man's fat ball-sac, biting his cock.
"Not so much teeth, ya little wildcat! Use your tongue, use your lips!"
Tibby flapped her tongue, tasting musky sweat, feeling kinky hairs tickle her tongue and lips and nose. She lapped like a kitten, her tongue moving up and down the long shaft of the man's cock. She used her lips to kiss and suck and nibble.
"That's it," the man sighed, letting go of her hair and slumping back in his chair. "Pleasure me, you little bastard. Yeah!"
Tibby sighed as her hair was released. She was willing to do anything to avoid pain like that again. The man wanted his prick and balls licked, and she would lick them all night if he'd just keep his rough fingers out of her hair.
"Oooh, pleasure that goddamn cock!" the man growled. "Work on it, slut."
Tibby wasn't exactly sure what it was that the man wanted her to do. From the way the man moaned and squirmed, she could tell he was feeling great pleasure. She wondered whether his cock and balls felt at all like her cunt did. She knew that if anybody were to lick her cunt, she'd go absolutely crazy with pleasure. She licked all over the man's nuts, then down under them, searching for a hole like that between her own legs.
She reached up, gripping the man's prick with trembling fingers. It was so hard that it was pointed straight up at the man's face. As she
IS held it, bending it down so she could look it over, she felt the big slab of cock meat throbbing powerfully in her hands. She gasped with surprise.
"Blow it," the man growled. "Oh fuck, blow it."
Leaning close, Tibby blew on the big cock, blew on it from one end to the other. This made sense to her. The cock was so hot that it needed to be cooled off. As her hands moved up, feeling, squeezing, testing the cock's hardness and thickness, the cockskin slid under her fingers and suddenly an enormous round knob, inflamed and shiny, popped out as the skin slid off it. Tibby's heart stopped.
It was as if she'd skinned the big prick alive. She quickly pushed the loose skin back up, covering the knob again.
"Peel the skin down and blow it," the man said. "Come on! Suck it off!" She tried to block out the sound of the man's voice, tried to make her mind a complete blank. She peeled the skin down again, exposing the big red cock knob, and she blew on it as if blowing on a red-hot coal.
"Work the skin," the man said. "Work the skin up and down. Suck the head, bitch. Eat it!"
Tibby's pulse beat pounded in her skull. Her mind became a whirlwind. She worked her hands up and down, sliding the loose skin up and down the man's cockshaft. Clear fluid oozed from the open hole at the tip of the inflamed knob. A strong musky aroma made Tibby dizzy, made her weak and faint. The smell was both repulsive and attractive at the same time.
"Lick it, eat it, suck it!" The man writhed, gasping as if in pain. "Suck on it, damn it!"
Tibby knew exactly what he wanted now. It was all very clear. He wanted her to take his big, smelly, bloated prickhead into her mouth and suck on it like a huge lollipop. The thought of doing such a thing made her want to vomit.
"Eat it, you goddamned cock-tease! Suck it off!"
Tibby couldn't. Wouldn't. No way!
"For godsake, take it!" Gail said, grabbing Tibby's head and the man's cock and forcing Tibby's mouth over his prick.
"Ahhhh!" the man groaned. 'Yeahhh!"
Tibby choked, her throat stuffed with hot salty cock knob, her lips stretched tight around the shaft. Warm fluid leaked down her gullet and the heat of the man's prickhead almost seared her mouth and tongue.
Gail pushed Tibby's head up and down. "Use your tongue on the back of it. Suck it. Suck it!"
Sniveling, snot running from her nose, Tibby braced herself, helpless as Gail pumped her mouth up and down on the man's cock. Tibby felt like a toy doll. She was being used like a toy and she couldn't do anything but hold on.
"Mmn, suck it!" The man thrust, forcing his cock deeper in Tibby's throat. The huge prick swelled and hardened even more.
Tibby gagged, choked, vomited spit. She grunted, fought for air. She couldn't think. Her brains were shaking loose.
Gail cuffed her alongside the head. "Suck it! Use your tongue, damn it! Make him come. Suck him off."
Tibby obeyed like a whipped dog. She didn't know what she was doing, but she churned her tongue madly, sucked hard, munched. The man went wild, growling like an animal.
"Yeahhhhh!" he bellowed. "Yeahhhhh, yeahhhhh!"
"Keep it up," Gail mumbled. "Keep it up. Suck it off!"
Tibby's throat loosened. She realized suddenly that she was swallowing the man's cock down to his wiry hair. As her lips slid up and down in a tight ring around the man's cock, his long prickshaft slipped in and out of her throat. She kept flapping her tongue incessantly.
The man arched up, driving his cock down Tibby's throat to the hilt. His cock shuddered in her mouth like an erupting volcano. It flexed hard. A torrent of hot fluid spurted down Tibby's gullet.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
Tibby gagged violently, her head filled with a pungent taste and smell. The man's cock flexed again and he growled as another torrent of hot slimy fluid erupted into Tibby's mouth and throat.
"Swallow it," Gail ordered, keeping Tibby's mouth impaled on the spurting cock. "Eat his hot jizz, bitch."
"Mmmmmn, suck it all out!" the man moaned. "Yeahhhhh!"
Tibby thought the thick slime would never stop spurting from the man's cock. She realized that this was the same fluid that was supposed to shoot into a girl's cunt when a boy stuck his prick in her. She wondered if it was poison to swallow, wondered if it would kill her.
She had no choice but to keep swallowing. Her mouth and throat were stuffed with spurting, pulsating cock. A strange sensation saturated her lips and mouth, her tongue and throat. It was as if the guard's cock were sending tiny electrical tingles into her flesh. Suddenly she realized she was sucking reflexively, like a baby sucks a pacifier. She kept sucking even after the man stopped shooting.
"Take her away," the guard growled. "Fucking little vampire bitch! Get her away before she sucks my nuts outa my bag."
Gail yanked Tibby away by the hair, dropping her on the floor like a rag doll. "Well, can I go out now?"
The guard waved as if shooing away flies. "Get outa here. Get outa my sight. You know when you gotta be back. You're one second late and I turn ya in."
Gail unlocked the door of the gate house and peered out. She started to slip out.
"Hey!" the guard said. "Wait for this one."
Gail glanced back. "I thought you'd want to keep her here with you."
"You're crazy, bitch. Get her outa here!"
"Crap!" Gail said. "Well, come on, jerk-off."
Tibby struggled up. As she slipped outside and shut the wailing of hillbilly radio and the smell of salami out behind her with the closing of the door, she grabbed Gail by the shoulder.
"I don't wanna go along," she said. "I'll go back to the room."
"Like hell you will," Gail said. "I ain't trusting you to get back to the room alone, and I sure ain't gonna escort you up there now. Butch's been kept waiting too long, and he's gonna be madder than a bull. Come on!"
She pushed Tibby toward the steel-barred gate. The guard glared at them from behind his bullet-proof window. His arm moved toward the control panel above his desk and the gate hummed open about a foot, just wide enough an opening for the two girls to slip through. As soon as they were through, it hummed shut again.
It struck Tibby now that she'd committed an unpardonable offense at Fenwick School. She'd left the grounds without permission, which was tantamount to a soldier going AWOL. If she were caught, the very worst would happen to her.
CHAPTER THREE
The moon appeared from behind clouds from time to time and lit the path just barely. When the clouds blocked the moon out again, the woods became as black as the center of the earth. Tibby's feet were raw, her shoes and Gail's forgotten in the guard house. But Gail would not slow down. She seemed to know this path as well and Tibby followed with a desperate fear of being abandoned and lost forever.
"Not much farther," Gail said, and a minute later they stepped out of the woods and climbed up onto a road.
Headlights spotlighted them immediately. "Where the hell you been?' bellowed a voice. "And who in the fuck is that?"
Tibby followed Gail to the convertible parked on the shoulder of the road. A teenaged boy sat behind the wheel, his car radio blasting rock music, a can of beer in his left hand. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of gym trunks, his prick and balls having escaped from their right leg.
Gail explained what had happened and introduced Tibby. The boy's eyes kept traveling up and down Tibby's body as if he could see through her T-shirt and jeans. His right hand massaged his cock.
"I oughta pound the shit outa ya, bitch," said the boy. "But since you brought along such a foxy friend, I'll go easy on ya. Well, what're you cunts waiting for? Slide in."
He switched on the ignition and the engine roared.
Gail sat in the middle, next to Butch, with Tibby next to her. Butch drove one-handed, holding his beer can in the other hand and sipping from it. As the convertible careened down the twisting road, radio blasting, headlights frantically scouting the darkness ahead, Gail snuggled against Butch, playing with his rigid cock. Tibby braced herself, holding on for her life.
"Gimme a little head," Butch said.
"Mmmmm," Gail sighed, leaning over her boyfriend's lap and swallowing his huge rigid cock. "Mmmmmm, mmmm!"
"Goddamn it, careful!" Butch dumped beer on the back of Gail's neck.
Gail jerked up, gasping. "Bastard!"
Butch laughed. "Take it easy!" He looked past Gail at Tibby. "Bet you know how to take orders, foxy. Why don't you slip in here between Gail and me and show Gail how to suck cock without hitting the magic button?"
"Like hell!" Gail said. "This prick is all mine." She grabbed Butch's prick and held it fiercely.
Butch chuckled. "Jealous bitch."
A few minutes later Butch swung the car down a narrow gravel side road. After a jouncing ride of about a quarter mile, he pulled up in a clearing and turned off the motor. The silence was almost painful to listen to.
The clouds had cleared and the moonlight poured over the clearing, revealing an abandoned quarry. Butch threw open his door and stepped out. He hauled a thick blanket from the back seat and spread it on the ground. Then he slipped off his gym trunks. His prick throbbed, rigid and upright. Gail let out a giddy squeal and slid out of the car, pulling off her clothes frantically.
"Yeahhh!" Butch growled, grabbing Gail the moment she was naked.
He crushed her in his muscular arms, ramming his hard prick against her belly. He covered her mouth with his own and stuffed his tongue down her throat. His big hands roved all over her back and ass, feeling her smooth skin, pinching it, rubbing it. His hand slipped between her asscheeks and he rammed a finger up her asshole.
Gail arched against him, gasping. "Not so rough!"
Butch twisted his finger inside her. "You love it rough, bitch. You love it rough!"
He crashed down on top of her. As she lay there trying to get back her wind, he forced her legs wide, rammed her knees to her shoulders, and twisted his enormous cock into her cunt. As his hairy groin met her hairy cunt, Gail whined as if in pain.
"Hot fucking bitch!"
Butch braced his hands on the ground alongside Gail's shoulders and began to fuck her. His long cock pumped in and out, the shaft of it gleaming with Gail's cunt-juices. He fucked violently, his hard loins slamming her crotch with savage jolts.
Gail squirmed, her head twisting from side to side, her toes curled under. She gasped with each vicious thrust that Butch delivered. Her hands moved up and down his flanks, her fingernails digging in.
Tibby found herself panting, her tits rising and falling quickly under her T-shirt. The heat and itch between her legs made her moan softly.
It was just as Gail had described it, except that it was much more violent than Tibby had imagined-and even more exciting. How could Gail endure that enormous, savagely thrusting prick?
Tibby eased across the seat and slipped out the driver's side of the car. She stood on the blanket, close enough to smell Butch's sweaty male body and Gail's cunt. She watched Butch's muscles contracting, his asscheeks flexing. She looked down into Gail's contorted face. Gail's eyes were rolled back to white slits and her head tossed deliriously from side to side.
"Oh Butch!" Gail moaned. "Oh Butch, oh God!" Her fingernails tore at the boy's back, leaving dark claw-marks.
"Goddamn whore!" Butch muttered, his teeth clenched. "Goddamn pig bitch slut!" He rammed as if he wanted to pound her into the ground.
Tibby clutched her crotch through her jeans, trying to crush out the terrible itch. She dropped to her knees, crouching low so she could watch from inches away as Butch's prick sliced in Gail's cunt. The smell made her dizzy.
"Oh, oh!" Tibby mumbled.
She felt herself losing control of both her mind and body. Moving around behind Butch, she sniffed at his balls, at his crotch and asshole. Her tongue slipped out and she started to lick him.
"Yeah, you little bitch, lick me!" Butch growled.
Tibby clutched her cunt through her jeans, rubbing herself. As she jerked herself off, she lapped at Butch's asscrack, tasting his musky scent. She licked the sweaty meat between his balls and asshole, then began to lap and nibble at his swinging balls. He'd slowed his fucking to allow Tibby to lick him without getting her nose broken.
Her excitement mounting, the itch between her legs growing unbearable, Tibby twisted her hand against her cunt. She slid her nose under Butch's balls so she could taste his slicing cock with the tip of her tongue. Butch spread his legs farther, allowing her more room to burrow her face. She lapped at his sliding cock, then at the warm juices running from Gail's cunt. The feel of cock and ass against her tongue, the taste of cock and cunt-juice, the aroma of hot, teen-aged fucking drove Tibby out of her mind with excitement. As her tongue flapped, her cunt exploded.
"Ohhhhh!" she whined, tears welling in her eyes. "Ohhhh, ooooh!"
Butch watched her for a few seconds over his shoulder, then lay into Gail again. He reached top speed after a few fuck-thrusts, pistoning his cock as if his loins had a motor driving them. Gail wailed, her ass jerking up and down.
"Oh Butch, fuck me, make me come, oh God!"
"I'm gonna blow your head off, fucking bitch! Yeah, yeahhh!"
They moved like two snarling, fighting cats, grinding their coupled fuck-organs together, pounding and tearing at each other.
Tibby saw Butch's balls swell up like fists. His long prick looked like a gleaming tusk as it plunged. The fuck-juices bubbled out of Gail, running down her asscrack.
"Awwwww!" Gail whined. "I'm coming! Oh Butch!" Her fingers and toes writhed, clawing, clutching. She shivered.
"Fuck youuuu!" Butch roared. "Ahhhhh!"
Tibby couldn't see the boy's spurts, but she swore she could hear them as they exploded and splashed deep inside Gail's body. She watched the youth shudder and jerk, saw his balls contract, listened to his grunts of pleasure as his jism spurted into Gail's spasming pussy.
"I wanna feel that," Tibby whispered, still rubbing her pussy. "I wanna feel it squirt inside me!"
Butch pulled out, his cock hanging at half-mast and dripping with pussycream and cum. He stepped off the blanket, hands on his hips, and began to piss.
Tibby was fascinated. Butch's piss was like water squirting from a hose. She felt a crazy urge to lie under Butch and let him piss on her, but she didn't dare.
Butch eyed her. "You're next, foxy. Just as soon as we take care of a little business, I'll take care of you."
He milked the piss from his cock and shook it, then snatched up his trunks and stepped into them.
"You say something, darling?" said Gail as she opened her eyes and leaned up on one elbow, her big tits dangling heavily to the side.
"I said, we've got a little business to take care of in town."
Gail sat up, frowning. "Not tonight, Butch?"
"Yes, tonight, bitch. I'm almost outa gas and I dumped the last of my beer down your scrawny neck. I gotta have some cash, bitch. Tonight we hit that Park N'Shop on Rogers Avenue again. They'll never expect it again so soon."
"But Butch-"
"Shut up and get dressed!"
Tibby wasn't sure why she went along. She could have run off into the night and Butch and
Gail would never have been able to catch her in the dark. Even while the nightmare was happening, even as she waited in the car while Butch and Gail entered the all-night convenience store with nylon stockings over their heads, she could have saved herself by running away.
Tibby was never positive of the main reason for her staying put in the get-away car when she could have run away. She'd never forget her feelings, though, when she suddenly found herself surrounded by policemen with guns and saw Gail and Butch being marched out of the store in handcuffs.
After a lifetime of being sent from one fundamentalist religious school to another by two parents who visited her but once a year, Tibby had learned to accept being tossed around with no say in the matter. She felt only one regret as she was handcuffed and knocked into the back-seat cage of a squad car. She regretted that Butch would not now be able to "take care of her" as he'd promised.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Oh yeah, baby, lick my pussy! You're real good at it, ain't ya? If I'da known you had such a talented tongue, I'da had you licking out my crotch every night at Fen wick. You had me fooled, though. I really thought you were an innocent little bitch who didn't know nothing about nothing, one who'd go running off to the monitor if I got too rough with you, if you know what I mean."
Gail spread her legs as wide as she could, opening herself up to Tibby's tongue. Her fuck-juices dribbled out as she became more excited and dripped from the edge of the wood bench she was sitting on. As the truck jerked and bounced, she cursed, but braced herself.
Tibby, like Gail, was stark naked and drenched in sweat. She sat on the hard floor of the truck between Gail's legs, inhaling the sweet, musky aroma of the older girl, driving her tongue between Gail's cuntlips and in as deep as she could. Gail's cunt contracted around her tongue and sucked. Tibby wiggled her tongue in circles inside the girl, making Gail gasp.
"Keep it up," Gail moaned. "Just keep that up forever. You're driving me outa my fucking gourd. Mmn, suck!"
Tibby munched as if Gail's crotch were a succulent melon. As she ate pussy, she wiggled a finger inside herself. She couldn't get enough of sucking pussy and jerking herself off.
The truck shifted gears, laboring as it slowly ascended a hill. They were traveling a rutted road through the desert on the way to Hell Camp, named for the canyon in which it was situated-Hell Canyon-but reputed to be just what its name suggested. During the months Tibby had spent in jail, waiting for her trial and then waiting to be sentenced, she'd heard rumors about Hell Camp. It was a coed prison camp for juveniles-the toughest in the state, maybe the toughest in the country. The adult state prison was a funhouse compared to Hell Camp, especially for the girls.
"Oh baby, I wish you had a cock," Gail said. "I mean, a mouth is fine for warming a chick up, but then she needs a cock! Christ, do I miss that prick of Butch's!"
Tibby closed her eyes, remembering Butch standing there naked and erect in the moonlight. Her breath came faster and a wild tension exploded in her loins. Suddenly, she found herself writhing with orgasm.
"I'm coming!" she moaned, sucking and gnawing on Gail's cunt. "Ohhh, it feels so good!"
"Dirty little slut," Gail said. "You come every five minutes, don't ya?"
Just about, Tibby thought, delirious with the feelings whirling through her loins. And she would come even more often if she could. Since her arrest, life had become little other than sucking pussy and jerking off. Being one of the youngest and smallest girls in jail, Tibby had found herself sex-slave to the older girls. On her first day in jail, a fat girl with a huge black-haired cunt had sat on Tibby's face and forced her to suck pussy for an hour.
It had been Tibby's first taste of pussy but over these last months, Tibby had sucked off more girls than she could ever hope to remember. Now, she craved the taste and smell of a steaming pussy. All she cared about anymore was sucking cunt and jerking off and daydreaming about Butch's big sexy cock. So far, her few months of prison life had brought her a hundred times the pleasure of all those years in fundamentalist schools.
"Come on, baby, make me come, you hungry little nympho!"
Gail forced Tibby down on the floor of the truck, straddling Tibby's head and sitting on her face. She rubbed her gaping crotch all over Tibby's face and mouth, drooling pussy-slime all over them, scouring Tibby's tender skin with her kinky cunt-hairs.
Tibby fought to breathe. She was being smothered in cuntmeat, drowning in pussy-cream. She gnawed between Gail's legs as much in self defense as to pleasure Gail.
The truck swayed, jouncing, groaning. The cold steel of the floor grated at Tibby's back, ground at the back of her skull. The truck was an old armored car that had been converted into a paddy wagon. One tiny window at the rear allowed the girls to peek out. The prison compartment of the truck had to be at least one-hundred degrees inside now as the truck crawled through the desert.
Tibby was drenched in sweat but she took a strange sort of pleasure at her discomfort. All her years of living under the strictest discipline had hardened her, numbed her. But the pain she'd suffered in jail, the humiliation and discomfort, the slavery, had reawakened her numbed senses. She hated pain, and yet she enjoyed it. The pain made her feel alive again.
Gail's cunt began to pulsate, her cuntlips to puff up and throb. "Fuck me!" she gasped. "Oh quick!"
Tibby rammed her tongue to the hilt up Gail's cunt.
Gail exploded. "Ohhh, Jesus Christ!"
Cuntjuice like hot wine flowed into Tibby's mouth as Gail's crotch became a mass of sucking, contracting fuckmeat.
"Ohhh baaaby, eat me out! Oh, suck it!"
Gail humped, grinding her spasming crotch in Tibby's mouth. In the middle of her orgasm, she lost her balance and toppled off, slick juices dribbling between her thighs.
Tibby lay there, getting her breath back and thankful for relief. She closed her eyes and relaxed, listening to Gail groan with the last contractions of her orgasm. It took Tibby a few seconds to realize that the truck had stopped. She struggled up to peer out the back window and came face to face with a man. There was the sound of keys and of the door being unlocked. Tibby scrambled for her gray prison uniform, which resembled pajamas, but the door swung open before she could get to them. Sunlight blasted in, blinding her.
"I want the blonde," said a man.
"You can have her. I want the little bitch. Bet she's real tight."
One of the two guards who were transporting the girls crawled into the truck and fell on Gail, laughing and cursing as she struggled underneath him. As he slobbered kisses all over Gail's face, he unzipped his pants.
"Get out here, little girl!" ordered the other guard. "Now!"
Trembling, Tibby crawled past Gail and the first guard. As she moved into the blinding sunshine, a hand gripped her by the hair and yanked her out of the truck.
"Come on, you naked little slut! Let's you and me have some fun."
The guard dragged her by the hair over scorched ground and flung her down in front of the armored truck. He stood over her, leering down as he undressed.
Tibby lay there, panting, feeling more naked and vulnerable than she ever had in her life. The sun-baked earth under her burned her skin and desert surrounded Tibby.
The guard pried off his boots, hauled down his pants and unbuttoned his short-sleeve shirt. His badge glared in the sun and as he threw off his shirt, his hairy chest and abdomen rippled. He stood there in a pair of white jockey briefs, tented hugely by his erect cock.
Tibby couldn't tear her eyes from the huge throbbing tent of his underwear. He was a man as old as her father, maybe older. His grin was mean, mocking. The muscles of his hairy thighs flexed as he leaned forward to lower his briefs. Tibby held her breath.
He had a cock just like Butch's-big and fat and hard, pointing skyward and throbbing, leaking juice from the tip. His prick was only the third prick Tibby had ever seen in her life.
Her heart slammed so hard that she could no longer hear the wind hissing through the sagebrush or the grunts and shrieks coming from the prison cell of the armored truck.
The guard stepped over her, straddling her. He put his foot on her chest and forced her to lie out flat. His toes pressed against her throat until she swallowed. Her eyes watched every throb of his prick and she felt as if she were being hypnotized. A gob of fuck-lube dripped from the man's cock and fell on her lips, gluing there like a drop of warm spit. She didn't dare lick her lips, didn't dare move. Her fear was more powerful than her excitement.
The guard smiled and moved his foot back, rubbing it over her tits, tweaking her nipples with his toes. He got her right nipple between his toes and rolled it until she moaned involuntarily, then squeezed it until she gasped in pain. He grinned at her pain, gouging her sensitive cherry with his toenail and making her whimper. When she started to squirm, he moved back, standing between her legs.
"Spread 'em wide, bitch. Spread 'em just as wide as you can. Do a split, you cock-sucking little slut!" He rubbed his big toe up and down Tibby's pussy-slit as she spread her legs for him.
"Wider, bitch, wider!"
Tibby couldn't spread any wider. The inner sides of her thighs ached from the stretch. She felt the hot desert wind slither between her parted cunt lips.
"Wider!" the guard bellowed, and Tibby sniveled as she forced her legs a few inches farther apart. "Now point your toes. Make 'em look sexy for me."
Tibby pointed her toes. The guard twisted his own big toe into her cunt. Tibby moaned, her toes clutching at the balls of her feet.
"Christ, you're tight," the guard said, grinding his toe inside her. "Tight, but juicy as hell."
He pumped his toe in and out, his sharp toenail gouging Tibby's tender cuntflesh. His toe made a squishing sound as Tibby's cunt got juicier from the rubbing.
Tibby made quick little pants, her tits bouncing up and down. She arched her back, made tight fists. Nothing as big as this man's toe had ever been inside her and it hurt. She was excited, but it still hurt. She watched the man stroke his monstrous cock and swallowed. She knew he was going to shove it inside her, but she also knew that she'd never be able to take it. She didn't think even the knob would fit inside her without tearing her cunt lips.
"Juicy teenaged slut," the man mumbled, his eyes crazy. "Nothing I like better than a juicy teenaged pussy."
He yanked his toe out of her and she gasped.
"Suck it," he ordered, shoving his toe at Tibby's lips. "Eat off all the slime."
He rammed his toe in Tibby's mouth, cutting her lip with his toenail. She tasted blood and pussycream and sweat as she sucked, her eyes never leaving the big cock that throbbed from the man's hairy loins.
He pulled his toe away, dropped to his knees between Tibby's legs. He grabbed her legs and forced them up, jack-knifing them, pressing Tibby's knees to her shoulders. This was the same way Butch had mounted Gail that night at the quarry. Tibby closed her eyes, pretending that it was Butch who was going to fuck her.
"Look at me," the guard ordered. "I wanna see the look in those big brown eyes when I split you in half."
Tibby stared into the grizzled face of the man, holding her breath, ready to bawl. She'd wanted this, she'd wanted to get fucked by a prick for months, ever since she'd seen Butch's rampant cock. But now that it was about to happen, she knew she couldn't handle it. She'd been a fool to have ever desired such a thing. The man's prick was going to kill her!
The guard hooked his wide shoulders under her knees, leaning down on top of her with his full weight and crushing her against the ground as he slobbered stinking kisses all over her face and mouth. He shoved his tongue down her throat and she gagged. He licked her tonsils, licked out her mouth. She could feel his prick crushed flat against her crotch. He humped, sliding the hard shaft of his cock up and down along the length of her cuntslit, working it down between her swollen pussylips, sawing it against her clit.
She gasped, unable to hold back her expression of pleasure. Despite her terror, her crotch burned, itching with a maddening sensation. As the man humped his cock against her crotch, the pussy cream bubbled out and she felt like whining. She felt such a need that she didn't know what to do.
"You're a mink, ain't ya?" the guard growled. "You're soft as a mink, hot as a mink, and ya wanna fuck so bad."
He pushed back, taking his weight off her.
Kneeling close to her ass, he rubbed his cock-head up and down against her cunt, lubricating it with the hot juices that drooled from her pussy-hole.
Tibby trembled. Her nipples felt so hard she thought they'd split open. Every cell of her body flushed with a tingling heat. She was so scared--and so hot!
Leering like a barbarian, the guard moved up over her again, shoving the knob of his prick against her crotch. He leaned into her, applying pressure, forcing her cuntlips apart with his greasy cockhead. Tibby felt her cuntlips spread wide open and she tensed up, whimpering, praying.
"Damn, you're tight!" Sweat ran down the guard's face as he ground his hard cock knob against Tibby's cunt. "Goddamn!"
"Please!" Tibby whimpered. "Please don't!"
The guard looked pleased. "I'm gonna do it," he growled. "I'm gonna do it. You can beg all you want, but I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna split you in half, girl. I'm gonna make my cock come out your mouth."
Tibby winced as some of the man's sweat fell into her eyes. She reached up, bracing her hands against his sides. All she felt was hard bone and muscle and hairy skin.
The man grunted, grinding his teeth as he fucked down. His cockhead entered Tibby's cunt.
"Oh please!" Tibby gasped, sure she was bleeding as her cuntlips forced open so wide.
"Ugghhhhh!" the man bellowed.
He fucked downward with all his strength. His cock, like a red-hot steel cylinder, rammed into Tibby's cunt. Halfway in, it met momentary resistance, then blasted through and buried itself to the hilt.
"Yeahhhhhhh!"
Tibby's eyes and mouth gaped like saucers. She felt something snap inside her, felt her flesh tear. It was like a thick rubber band snapping. For a moment she felt only numbness in her loins. Then a white-hot fire rushed through her cunt, spreading in an instant throughout her loins. Explosions of light and pain went off in her brain. She knew she was ruptured beyond repair. She knew she was bleeding to death. Her eyes rolled back as she screamed in pain.
"Yeahhhh!" the guard growled again. "Fucking tight bitch! Skinned my cock alive, you fist-tight whore! I'm gonna fuck the guts outa ya! Yeahhh!"
He yanked his cock nearly all the way out of her, then rammed back in to the hilt. Out he yanked, in he rammed. Again and again and again.
Tibby whimpered, helpless, bleeding, her pain the worst that she had ever felt. She couldn't move. The guard had her knees pinned to her shoulders. He crushed down on her with his full weight, fucking her nonstop. Hot fluid ran from her plowed cunt and leaked down her asscrack. Tibby was sure it was blood.
Kill me, she thought. Just kill me and get it over with. I can't stand anymore pain. I can't stand anymore torture. Kill me, oh please, kill me!
"Yeahhh!" the guard growled. "Ohhh, yeahhhh, fucking hot tight bitch! Fuck you! Fuck youuuu!"
Tibby twisted her head as the man licked her face, slathering her skin with his sticky, stinking spit. He even licked her eyeballs. She could hardly see from the spit in her eyes. Her head was about the only movable part of her body. All the rest of her lay crushed under the muscular, humping guard. She clawed at the man's flanks, at his back, but her clawing only seemed to stimulate his lust. He growled like an animal, fucking her harder, faster, deeper.
Tibby shrieked but the desert silence ate up her cries almost before they were out of her mouth. The guard laughed, ramming her, plunging his prick in and out as if he would never stop.
He was fucking her as fast and hard as Butch had fucked Gail that night at the quarry. He was fucking her with a prick as big and hard and hot as Butch's. Tibby stared hard at the red face of the man laboring over her. She stared so hard that her vision got fuzzy and the man's features distorted. The harder she stared, the less the man looked like himself and the more he resembled Butch-handsome, sexy, teenaged Butch. It was like Mr. Hyde turning back into Dr. Jekyl. Suddenly Tibby found herself staring up into Butch's face. She felt a cock moving inside her and imagined it was Butch's cock.
She relaxed, welcoming Butch's cock inside her. She clung to the man raping her and imagined he was Butch. The terrible pain in her cunt began to subside. Her cuntmeat swelled with lust.
Oh Butch! she thought, rippling her fingers over the muscles of the man's upper back. Oh Butch, you're fucking me! I feel your big prick inside me. It hurts. It hurts so bad. I'm bleeding. You're killing me, Butch, but it feels so good. It hurts so bad, but it feels so good. Oh Butch, fuck me!
"Yeah, move that ass," the guard moaned, grinding his prick in deep, churning it inside Tibby's cunt. "Mmn, yeah, suck my cock with that tight bitch cunt! Fuck me, you juicy little whore! Oh fuck!"
Tibby moaned as if in the most excruciating pain. The sensations torturing her cunt were more intense than any she'd ever experienced. She still felt the raw pain of the man's forceful entry, the pain of being torn inside as the man's cock had blasted into her. But overriding the pain now was a pleasure so intense that it was hardly more bearable than the pain. Each time the man's cock plunged into her, her entire cunt exploded with sensation, contracting fiercely around the thick cock-rod, holding on tight as the man withdrew, not wanting to let go. As the hard-on sliced into her, her cunt gripped it so tight that the man cursed her for trying to skin his prick alive.
She clung to him, grinding her teeth, clawing at his back. "Deeper!" she growled. "Deeper!" She turned her bare feet toward his face and clawed his cheeks with her toenails.
"Dirty fucking little bitch!" the man muttered. He gnawed at her feet, chewed on her clutching, clawing toes.
As he slammed down into her, she yanked at him, trying to pull his cock deeper into her. She could feel it stabbing deep in her loins, deep in her belly, but she couldn't get enough of it. Hot juices ran out of her cunt, leaked down her asscrack. She smelled pussy cream and blood. It was as if she'd been empty all her life, starving all her life, and now she was finally being satisfied.
Sweat rained from the man's face and all over her own. The stony ground tore the skin off her back. Her brain rattled with each jolting fuck-thrust the man delivered. He was pounding her into the ground, grinding her into the arid desert floor. His huge cock reamed her out, drilled to the core of her being. It felt so good, she couldn't bear it. The fuck-tension swelled in her loins. She didn't want to yet, but she was going to come. She couldn't hold it.
"Oh!" she gasped. "Oh God!"
The guard gazed into her eyes and his own eyes suddenly turned back. He arched into her, directing all his energy into his loins and through his cock. His face contorted and he groaned with pleasure.
"Take it! Oh baby!" He shuddered all over and exploded into her.
At the moment his hot cum surged into the depths of her womb, her loins vibrated with hot spasms of ecstasy.
"Awwwww!" she half-bawled. "Oooooh!"
The spurts came hot and fast, gushing into her, filling her, overflowing her cunt and leaking from her fucked pussy. She squealed with pleasure and delight, enjoying the contractions of the man's cock inside her, reveling in the sensation of his cum exploding into her. It was better than she'd imagined. She knew she'd never be able to get enough of this feeling.
The man grunted like an animal, pumping his load into her. He crushed down on her so hard that she thought her bones would snap like twigs. As he fucked his cum up her pussy, he chewed on her face, scouring her cheeks with his grizzled jaws. Done pumping out his cum, he rolled off her. After a minute, he struggled to his feet.
He dressed in silence as Tibby lay before him trying to regain her breath and her senses. Reaching between her legs, she caught some of the slimy fluid leaking from her cunt. She saw that it was a thick white cream tinged with blood. Her cunt burned, raw and bleeding.
The guard was dressed now, his cock still hanging like a fat sausage out of his open fly. He held his prick with his fingers and aimed it at Tibby's crotch.
"Spread wider," he ordered, and as Tibby did so, he started to piss.
His piss streamed down yellow and hot, hitting Tibby's belly first and making her gasp, then splashing against her open cunt. She sobbed as the acidic piss seared the raw, bleeding cuntmeat between her legs.
I'm a toilet, she thought. I'm an old, pissed -on toilet.
The guard grinned maliciously, as if he could read her mind.
CHAPTER FIVE
"You stink, both of you!"
The warden glared at them from behind her desk, then smiled as if to herself. She was a tall, large-boned blonde in a navy-blue uniform with a badge on the front.
"You both smell like cows. The two of you oughta fit right in around here. Two more stinking, good-for-nothing bitches to add to the herd."
Tibby felt like curling into a ball in a corner of the warden's office and hiding herself. Neither she nor Gail had a stitch on and the warden's eyes were all over them.
"You've probably heard all kinds of stories about Hell Camp," the warden said. "Stories about how tough and disciplined the place is. Well, it's tough and disciplined, all right, but not in the way you probably think. You see, neither me nor any of my staff likes to exert themselves. We don't like babysitting for a bunch of criminal brats. We let the discipline happen naturally, so to speak."
Ice cubes clinked in her glass as she lifted it from the desk and sipped it. Her eyes never left the girls, and the smirk never left her face.
Tibby swallowed, her throat parched. She eyed the plump red cherry in the warden's drink and her shrunken stomach twinged. Neither she nor Gail had eaten or drunk since leaving jail early this morning-food, anyway. To wet their burning throats, they'd been reduced to sucking the filthy jism of the armored-truck guards out of each other after they'd been raped.
"Take a look out there," the warden said, nodding toward the large picture-windows that framed her office on three sides. "That's your new home, girls."
She sipped more of her drink, letting Tibby and Gail take a good long look at Hell Camp. The camp was set on the floor of a deep canyon. A river, shiny in the late-afternoon sunlight, flowed past a hundred yards from one side of the huge, fenced-in area that formed the detention-camp proper. The three-story building that housed the warden's office, along with the living quarters of the staff, resembled a luxury hotel, and was located outside the walls of the camp.
"Here," the warden said, pushing two sets of binoculars across the desk. "You can get a better look at your new home with these."
Tibby and Gail took the binoculars. Tibby made a sweep of the camp, unable to believe what she saw. Not one of the boys or girls wandering the dirt floor of the camp wore a stitch of clothing! Tibby began to shake when she saw that a lot of the boys were walking around with hard-ons. All of the boys and girls had been sunburned a ruddy brown, their skin almost matching the reddish rock of the distant canyon walls. They looked like a bunch of animals aimlessly prowling cages in a zoo. Moving her binoculars up toward one of the four guard towers that were set at the four corners of the huge square camp, Tibby watched a guard lift a rifle to his shoulder, take careful aim, and pull the trigger.
"He shot somebody," she mumbled in disbelief. "He killed somebody!"
The warden laughed. "So, you caught one of my men having a little fun. He didn't kill anybody, deary. If he'da used his regular rifle, we'da heard the shot. He was just playing around with his pellet gun. All the guard towers are equipped with pellet guns so the guards can amuse themselves. You oughta see the animals scatter when one of 'em gets a pellet in the ass and jumps ten feet straight up!"
Gail and Tibby glanced at each other.
"Hand back the binoculars," the warden said.
She shoved the binoculars back in her desk drawer, then came out from behind the desk and stood between the two girls. Her hands rested on their naked asses and rubbed them slowly. They were all facing out the window toward the camp.
"You see, Hell Camp is just one big zoo. It's a big square cage divided into three sections. The chain-link fences allow the guards to see everything. Escape is impossible. The barbed wire on top of the fences is electrified."
The warden's fingers stroked up and down the asscrack of the two girls.
"The section to the south cages the boys. Look out when the wind's blowing from the south! You've never smelled such a stench. You think a hog farm stinks, take a whiff of the boys' compound."
Tibby held herself stiff as the warden worked a finger into her asshole. She could tell by a change in Gail's breathing that the warden had twisted a finger up Gail's ass too. The warden started to slide her fingers in and out.
"The compound to the far north, the one to your far right," the warden continued, "is for the girls. That's where the two of you will be living for the next several years. You'll note that there's a big long building that looks like a barn in the center of both the boys' and girls' compounds. Those buildings are where the animals go to get out of the sun or to sleep at night. They are barns, just big empty buildings with watering troughs and shit-pits. Animals get what they deserve-barns."
She rammed her fingers fiercely in and out of the assholes of the two girls, making Gail and Tibby lift up and down on their tip-toes and gasp.
"That center compound, that big open area between the two segregated compounds, is there for various reasons. You can get sent out into the center compound if you're bad, or you can get sent out there if you're good. You can get punished out there, or you can get rewarded. We're not really consistent about sending inmates into the Pit, which is what that center area is called. Both of you will spend time there, sometimes punished when you're good or rewarded when you're bad. It doesn't make sense, but that doesn't matter. You're at Hell Camp now, dears. It's probably the closest you're ever gonna get to hell on this earth."
She yanked her fingers out of the girls' assholes. She shoved the finger that had been in Gail's asshole into Tibby's mouth and the other ass-flavored finger into Gail's mouth.
"Suck 'em clean, bitches! Suck off all the shit taste."
The warden ground the soles of her boots down on the bare toes of the girls until they were both ready to sob. She pulled her fingers from the girls' mouths and unbuckled her pants.
"You can probably see all kinds of strange things out there in the Pit," the warden said.
She pushed her pants and panties down past her knees. "Crosses and poles and platforms and other weird-looking devices. Think of them as playground equipment, dears. It's really too bad you're not boys. Things here would be much easier on you then. The boys are bigger and stronger, and they're usually bullies. You girls have little to defend yourselves with, although there are more girls here than boys. But the boys always seem to get their own way-like I'm going to get my own way now."
She sat at the edge of her desk and spread her legs wide, revealing a large blonde crotch cut down the center by a long, reddish-pink gash. She hauled apart her spongy cuntslabs with her fingers, showing the girls her glistening cunt-hole. Juice dribbled out and dripped on the carpet.
"Both of you-on your knees and lick!" she ordered.
Tibby and Gail tripped over each other as they scrambled for a place between the warden's legs. They pressed their cheeks together, Tibby's right cheek to Gail's left. The warden's pussy was huge, with plenty of cuntmeat for both girls to service simultaneously.
The warden braced her hands behind her and leaned back slightly, shoving her crotch in the girls' faces, grinding her juicy pussy into their mouths. She spread her legs farther.
"Come on, you filthy little sows, suck! Jailbirds like you certainly don't have to be taught how to eat pussy. Munch on them hairy pussy slabs. Suck, lick, eat!"
Tibby and Gail panted, their breathing loud between the warden's legs. Hot pussycream leaked from the warden's wide-open cunt and trickled like hot oil down Tibby's neck and onto her tits. Tibby couldn't help thinking that the warden was sure a juicy bitch.
Gail gagged a few times, sucking with much less enthusiasm than Tibby. Gail wasn't used to eating pussy. Being one of the larger, more aggressive girls, she was used to being on the receiving end of a suck-job, not on the sucking end, as Tibby almost always was. Tibby had never seen Gail eat a pussy during all their months in jail together, but Tibby had eaten hundreds.
The warden closed her eyes, rubbing her ass on the desk top, moaning as the two tongues slithered between her legs.
"Get the clit," she said. "Lick the lips all over. Then get your tongues inside me. I wanna feel both your tongues inside my pussy at the same time."
Tibby got her lips around the woman's huge clit and sucked it as if it were a miniature cock. The warden gasped. Tibby slipped her tongue into the warden's cunthole and felt Gail's tongue slip in beside it. She and Gail were just about kissing, their tongues pressed together and fucking in and out of the warden's hot cunt.
"Keep it up!" the warden ordered. "No matter what happens, keep those tongues inside me and wiggling, hear?" The warden flicked on her intercom. "Roscoe, bring in your belt."
"Yes, ma'am," said a man.
Within seconds the door of the warden's office opened, then closed.
"Pretty, ain't they, Roscoe--if you don't mind the smell, that is."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Make their asses rosy, Roscoe. And give 'em a few across the back for good measure."
Immediately, a belt cracked across Tibby's ass. A second blow fell across Gail's. The girls jerked, gasping into the warden's cunt.
"Keep your tongues inside!" the warden shouted. "Lick! Eat me, you little sluts! Lick, goddamn it!" a
The belt fell again, cracking across both girls' asses simultaneously. Fire spread across Tibby's ass. The belt cracked again, then again. Both girls whimpered, ramming their tongues deep into the warden's sucking cunt. They sank their teeth into the warden's spongy, juicy cuntslabs. The belt cracked again and their tongues quivered.
"Mmn, heaven!" the warden cooed, grinding her crotch in the girls' faces. "Absolute heaven! Across the backs now, Roscoe, hard across the backs! Now!"
The belt whistled as it snapped, catching both girls on their tender backs and making them burst into sobs. It felt as if a flaming knife had sliced across Tibby's back.
"Again!" the warden moaned. "Now!"
The belt scourged. The two girls wailed, driving their tongues in deep, biting the warden's cunt in their pain. The warden's cunt contracted fiercely and exploded in their faces.
"Ohhhh yessssss! Mmmmmn, heaven!"
The warden humped her spasming pussy at the girls' mouths, worked her sucking cunthole on their tongues. As she came, pussyjuice ran from her cunt like water from a squeezed sponge.
Gail gagged and Tibby swallowed. Tibby was thirsty, and the warden's pleasure-juice didn't taste bad-like a hot, slightly tart wine.
"Eat it, you filthy little sows. Suck it all out!"
The warden shivered, rubbing her ass in sensuous circles as the orgasmic pleasure gnawed through her cunt. When she had finished, she sat up straight, pushing the two girls away.
"Take them away, Roscoe. Feed them to the baboons."
As Roscoe led the two girls out of the office, the warden called after them: "Welcome to Hell Camp, girls. Welcome to hell!"
CHAPTER SIX
The temperature seemed a hundred degrees hotter outside the air-conditioned building. By the time Tibby's eyes had adjusted to the merciless glare of the sun, Roscoe and three other armed guards had led her and Gail across the grounds of Hell Camp.
Once outside the gate, the guard locked it behind them, then moved to another gate. Should a prisoner succeed in getting through the inner cage-over the top of electrified barbed wire, or through the gate with its padlocks and chains-there was a second fence. The few inches of sandy, rocky clay that floored the camp lay on top of solid bedrock.
As the guards pushed Tibby and Gail inside the middle compound, prisoners started lining up along the fences to watch. To Tibby the boys and the girls had a starved, mean look. All of them had long sun-bleached hair that looked as if it had been neither cut nor washed since they'd arrived at Hell Camp. Nowhere did Tibby see a fat prisoner.
Inside the center compound now, Tibby could see what the warden referred to as "playground equipment" at close range. Two low crosses marked the middle of the compound. On one cross was strapped a naked girl, on the other a naked boy, their feet only a few feet off the ground. Nearby there were upright timbers with crossbeams bridged across their top ends. Ropes dangled from the crossbeams. Timmy had no trouble imagining what could be done with that structure-a person could be hung from it by the arms, or by something else.
She glimpsed more. Steel rings were anchored to the bedrock with chains attached to the rings. Leather straps were attached to the rings and a shackle attached to a long chain. There was a long pole about twenty feet high, which Tibby recognized as a sawed-off utility pole. There was even a flag pole, though it flew no flag.
The guards pushed Gail toward the girls' compound and Tibby followed. They aimed their rifles at the gate and ordered prisoners behind it to move. The girls scattered, hanging back far away from the gate as one guard unlocked it while the other guards trained their rifles just past him. The moment the gate was opened, the guard with the keys forced Gail inside the girls' compound. When Tibby tried to follow, she was held back.
"You can wander around out here awhile," a guard said with a smirk. "Let the apes get a look at ya." He glanced toward the boys' compound. "Don't get too close to 'em, though you might catch their crabs."
"Or something worse," said another guard, grinning evilly. And all four guards laughed as they walked away.
Tibby felt like shrinking into a speck of dust and blowing away in the wind. The middle compound was enormous, and she was left in it alone, except for the two crucified prisoners, both of whom appeared either unconscious or dead. Over in the girls' compound, the girls had surrounded Gail and were talking.
The girls had ceased paying any attention to Tibby but the boys hadn't. What looked like at least a hundred boys were pressing their naked bodies against the fence, clutching the chain links with their dirty fingers. They gazed at her as if she were fresh meat and they were starving loins. A few boys sucked or chewed on the galvanized chain links. More boys tried to squeeze in for a closer look, at Tibby, fighting for a place against the fence.
"Come on over," a boy called. His erect prick stuck through the fence and it throbbed, completely naked in the sunshine.
"Yeah, we don't bite," another boy said.
More boys started calling her. They sounded nice enough, except for the barest sarcasm in their voices. But Tibby couldn't look them in the eye. She stared at their cocks. It appeared they all sported hard-ons. Scores of hard cocks were sticking through the fence now, and although some cocks were larger than others, none looked really small. Tibby's heart pounded wildly. Scared as she was, she felt an almost irresistible urge to grab hold of those cocks. She salivated, and realized she wanted to suck on them all.
"Come on," a boy called. "We just wanna meet you. What're you in for? Where are you from?" He looked friendly and harmless, about Tibby's age and handsome in a cute way.
Tibby fell immediately in love with him. She longed to go over and kiss him, the way she used to kiss the boys in "Tiger Beat". She longed to wrap her hand around that big throbbing cock of his, to suck on it and feel it squirt hot jism down her throat. Her cunt ached and smarted from her cherry-popping rape a few hours ago, but despite its soreness, it contracted with a need to fuck with that boy's cock.
"You're cute," the same boy called. "I like you."
His prick wiggled at her like a beckoning finger, a clear pearl of lube oozing from its tip and trickling slowly down its veiny shaft. Tibby squeezed her legs together, her own cuntlube seeping from her hot pussy-hole and greasing her between the cuntlips and thighs.
Go suck his cock, a voice inside her urged. Go taste it. Suck out his jism.
Tibby focused on the cock of the boy she loved. She tried to block out the hundred or more other cocks sticking through the fence and teasing her. If only that boy alone were there with his cock through the fence, she would dare to go over and suck it. Maybe if she just ignored the presence of the other boys, it would be all right. She tried to convince herself that all those boys presented no danger to her, but her reason told her differently, her intuition warned her.
"Come on," the boy she loved called again. "Please?" He sounded so sincere.
"Go ahead!" shouted a girl in back of her.
Tibby looked back to see that a few girls were still pressing to the other fence, curious about her. Most of the girls, Gail concluded, had entered their barn, apparently seeking relief from the relentless sun. Tibby felt her skin burning and she wished there was some place she could get some shade.
"Go on!" shouted the girl again. "You don't know what you're missing, lucky bitch. All those hot cocks! They're all for you."
Some moaning distracted Tibby. She looked up at the boy on the cross. He mumbled as if delirious, begging for water, his head hanging forward.
Tibby didn't know what to do. The boys continued to call her. The girls urged her to go meet the boys. She spotted a thin wedge of shade next to the two crosses and went there to bathe in it. She'd sit in the shade, she decided, just sit and try to nap until the guards returned to let her join Gail and the other girls.
But the boys wouldn't let her rest. A few begged her to come over.
"We'll get you, cock-sucker," one boy yelled. "Don't think we won't. We got all the time the world, bitch. We'll get you." He turned and stomped away from the fence. A few other boys followed.
The tune of the boys had changed. Now they were calling her cruel names and their tone became vicious. Tibby crossed her arms and pressed her legs together, hiding in the shade and trying not to hear them. They sounded like a tribe of angry savages and Tibby got chills, unable to ignore their words. A few at a time, the boys gave up, jogging back to the shelter of their barn.
They are animals, Tibby thought. The warden was right in calling the boys that. Tibby hadn't decided yet about her fellow female inmates.
Finally, there was silence. A few boys still wandered in their compound, but they'd apparently given up trying to lure her over. Over on the girls' side, not a soul remained outside.
Tibby listened to the incessant whispering of the wind in the desert and watched the distant canyon walls turn different shades of color as the sun crept across the sky. She felt at peace suddenly as she forgot where she was and lost herself in solitude and silence. Her eyes closed.
What seemed like only moments later, she woke to the sound of rain. She sat up, rubbing her eyes as the sunlight poured into them. She scrambled around the cross on her hands and knees, her eyes slowly adjusting. A long yellow stream of piss poured from the boy's cock and splatted on the parched ground, seeming to dry up the second it hit. Suddenly, on the other cross, the girl started to piss too. Piss ran down her legs and dripped from the small foot-rest on which she stood. Both the boy and the girl were tied to their crosses with ropes around their legs, arms, and midsections.
Tibby felt ashamed of herself, but she couldn't help being fascinated, even thrilled by the sight of the crucified inmates. The sun had burned them a deep bronze, but red welts crisscrossed their naked flesh where they'd been obviously beaten with whips. Tibby tried to imagine the pain they'd suffered and she felt a pulsation in her cunt.
The crucified boy's eyes opened, gazing down at her the color of the sky. "Cock-sucker," he mumbled. "Bitch!"
His eyes closed again and his head slumped forward. It was as if he'd spoken his last words and died. He hadn't died, though, because his cock was throbbing, getting fatter and longer. Finally, it stood straight out from the boy's loins, piss dripping from the tip of it.
Tibby got up and the boy's erect cock stared her in the face. His cock throbbed, its pisshole open, a pearl of fuck-lube oozing out.
Tibby didn't bother to check for who might be watching her. She knew that if she discovered she was being watched, she'd become self-conscious and maybe chicken out. She was salivating profusely, despite her terrible thirst. Her young cunt was pounding with excitement, hot pussycream greasing her swollen cuntlips. She moved forward, her mouth wide open, and she swallowed the crucified boy's cock until her nose was buried in his pubic hair and her lips were wrapped around the base of his thick cock. His prickhead throbbed in her gullet.
The boy arched his back, thrusting his hips forward. His toes clutched at his footrest and he groaned as if in pain.
"Cock-sucker," he mumbled. "Eat it."
Tibby closed her eyes, savoring the salty taste of the boy's big sweaty cock, delighting in the feel of the veins of his prick twitching against her upper lip. His cock flexed in her throat and she gagged. Recovering, she began to slide her lips up and down around the length of the prick-shaft, savoring the hardness of the big slab of cockmeat. As she moved her head, sucking and munching, she licked in circles up and down the back of the cockshaft and prickhead.
"Ohh yeahhh!" the boy mumbled, rotating his hips. His eyes had opened slightly and he gazed down at Tibby as she blew him. "Suck that prick, bitch, suck that prick!"
Tibby took one of the boy's nuts in each of her hands, rolling them gently between her fingers, massaging them. She rubbed the sweaty flesh around and under his ball sac, then shoved one hand up between his legs to play with his asscrack. He reeked of sweat and sex and he obviously hadn't bathed in weeks, maybe months. Sweat trickled from his hairy armpits and down over his ribs. Tibby reached up with one hand to rub the sweat into his flesh. He moaned, squirming on the cross, his prick flexing in Tibby's throat. Remembering what the warden had done to her and Gail, Tibby wiggled her middle, left-hand finger into the boy's tight asshole.
He writhed, groaning. "Bitch!" he growled. "Dirty bitch!"
Tibby pumped her finger in and out, feeling his asshole squeeze and suck at her finger. She discovered a swollen mass of flesh inside his asshole, a mass that was spongy and firm like one of his balls. As she filed her finger against the fleshy mass, as she jabbed at it, the boy's prick quivered and squirmed, and the boy vomited fuck-words down on her and called her filthy names.
Tibby ignored him, sucking his cock, finger-fucking his asshole. Her lips slipped up and down, a tight ring around his cock. His cock-veins rippled against them.
Come on, she thought. Feed me your cream. I'm hungry. Oh, I'm so hungry for it!
The boy whimpered, crucified and helpless as she tortured his cock and asshole. His toes clawed madly at the footrest. He strained against his ropes, his loins humping as best they could, tied as he was. Tibby churned her tongue at the back of his prickhead, drilled her finger again and again at the fleshy mass in his asshole, slipped her lips up and down faster and faster.
"Ohhh God!" the boy whined. "Ohhh fuck!" He appeared to quiver from head to toes. Sweat ran down his face, ran down his torso, evaporating quickly in the sun's heat.
Tibby bobbed her head in a frenzy of hunger, sucking, slurping, munching his fat, meaty cockhead. His fuck-lube ran down her throat like warm sap. His swelling cock flexed repeatedly, vibrating. Tibby whirled her wet tongue, sucking and licking his prick-knob. As she swallowed his cock to the hilt, the boy's prick shuddered and he grunted like a bull. Tibby choked as his hot cum splashed against her tonsils.
"Oh God!" the boy gasped. "Fuck! Shit!"
He squirmed deliriously, throwing his head from side to side as he fired his slimy load down Tibby's throat.
Tibby could hardly swallow fast enough. The cum affected her like a powerful drug, making her dizzy as its aroma and pungent taste filled her senses. It tasted salty and peppery, sweet and bitter. It was so thick that Tibby could hardly swallow it-big fluffy wads like hot raw oysters. She felt both hungry and nauseated, attracted and repulsed. Why was she doing this? she wondered. And yet she couldn't help but to do it.
"Eat that spunk," the boy mumbled, his hips jerking uncontrollably, his eyes mad with pleasure. "Swallow it all!"
At last he slumped forward, his head dangling, his prick hanging long and floppy as Tibby released it. Tibby would have thought him dead but for the wild rise and fall of his rib cage as he panted.
The girl on the cross hung in the same position, her eyes closed as if she were completely oblivious to what had just happened next to her. Tibby heard a hissing sound and saw piss streaming down the girl's legs again. It was a pathetic sight, and yet Tibby couldn't help feeling a perverse sense of satisfaction as she watched the helpless, welt-covered girl piss down her own sunburned legs.
Tibby looked around. She spotted a glinting reflection in one of the guard towers and realized one of the tower guards was watching her with binoculars. She turned away uneasily, realizing that he'd probably stared straight into her eyes as she'd looked up at him.
In the girls' compound, not an inmate was in sight. The compound was eerily deserted as the girls hid in their barn from the fierce sun. Tibby could feel her skin starting to get leathery. She needed to get back in the shade to protect herself.
"Hey!" a voice called. "Hey, why don't you come over?"
Tibby looked toward the boy who called. He stood alone against the fence, his big prick sticking through it and throbbing. It was that cute boy she'd fallen in love with at first sight! He was about her own age, with bleached hair past his shoulders, a skinny but muscled body, and a face that made her want to melt. How could such an innocent-looking boy be in a place like this? she wondered. Then she realized that she was here, even though she was guilty of nothing.
"Come on," he said. "Please?"
Tibby saw that only a few other boys remained outside the compound, and none of them prowled anywhere near the fence. A few of them wandered aimlessly, a few sat on the ground, staring toward the distant red bluffs. Two of them wrestled on the ground, punching each other and swearing, looking like two wildcats trying to rip each other to shreds.
The cute boy's prick flexed. Tibby still tasted prick and cum in her mouth. Her cunt contracted, an aching itch saturating it. She tip-toed toward the boy, wincing as sharp stones gouged her feet. Her tits jiggled heavily, swollen with lust. Her cuntlips slipped together, her cunt lubricating, oily cunt-juice dribbling between her thighs.
"Hi!" the boy said, shoving his brown fingers through the fence as if he were trying to reach out for her. "I'm Tom and I like you."
Tibby reached for the seven inches of cock that protruded through the fence and stroked it.
"Kiss me," the boy said, puckering his lips and closing his eyes.
Tibby dared to move closer. She pressed her lips to his and they kissed through the fence. His breath smelled like the desert. She squeezed his cock and he moaned.
"Let me fuck you," he said. "We can do it through the fence. Bend over and let me fuck you."
Tibby knew it wasn't wise to trust the boy until she got to know him better. But she didn't see how he could hurt her from the other side of the fence.
"My name's Tibby,' she said. "And I love you."
Her heart went wild as she said the words.
She'd never said such words to a boy before, hadn't said such words to anyone in her entire life.
"I love you," he said, trying to reach her tits with his fingertips. "Let me fuck you. Please?"
She leaned closer, letting him stroke her achingly stiff nipples with his fingertips. Her cherry-bumps tingled with electricity and her cunt contracted. She was melting. He'd said he loved her. Nothing else in the world mattered. He could do anything to her.
He pinched her nipples, breathing hotly. "Man, you got big tits. Put 'em close and let me suck 'em."
Tibby pushed her tits against the fence, shoving her swollen cherries between the chain links. The boy went for them like a hungry calf, sucking violently. Tibby gasped, her cunt doing flip-flops inside. The hot juice poured out of her. The boy's teeth sank in and he nearly bit off her nipple.
"Owieee!" Tibby whined. "Stop, not so hard!"
"Sorry," the boy said. "Now bend over and let me fuck you."
He was sounding less gentle now. There was a tone of command in his voice that Tibby a didn't really like. But she turned around and bent over anyway. She had to feel this boy's cock inside her!
"Shove your cunt right against the fence," the boy said, pulling his cock back so Tibby could mash her cunt up against the fence where his cock had been.
She was shaking. Her brown hair fell forward along her cheeks as she leaned forward, bracing her hands on her knees. Her tits hung down heavily, swollen even more now.
The boy leaned over, sniffing her cunt as if he were a dog. "Man, you're juicy!" he muttered, and he licked her throbbing pussy. "Man, I'm gonna fuck you!"
He straightened up, reaching through the fence with his fingers so he could dig them into her ass. His prick head pressed against her wet cunt.
Tibby moaned, shaking so hard she thought she'd fall over.
"Mmmmmn, pussy!" the boy growled. "Hot pussy!"
He thrust hard. His cock rammed into her cunt to the hilt, his belly slamming against the fence and Tibby's ass.
Tibby's eyes filled with hot tears. She bit her lips to keep from crying out. She was still raw and sore inside from being raped by the guard. She still felt torn, ruptured deep in her pussy-hole. The boy's big cock felt like a branding iron inside her. It hurt terribly, and yet its heat seemed to sooth her wound somewhat. "Oh shit, oh fuck!"
The boy pumped his cock in and out, his fingernails buried in her ass like claws. He grunted and panted like a wild bull, rattling the fence violently.
Tibby whimpered, bearing the pain. Her pussy sucked and she felt itchy tingles all through her loins, but the smarting of her torn cunt made her pain more intense than her pleasure. She would have uncoupled and run away from the boy had he not sworn his love for her.
"Do you love me?" she said, wincing as his cock reamed her out deep. "Do you love me?"
"Yeah, I love you," the boy growled, ramming his cock faster and faster. "I love you and your hot tight pussy. Man, do I love to fuck! Christ, you're bleeding! I musta busted your cherry. Shit!"
He literally threw his skinny body at the fence with the violence of his fucking. He hurled his loins savagely, ramming his cock in and out. "Mmn, blood, shit!"
Tibby gasped as the crowbar cock plunged inside her. She didn't know what to do. She felt hot fluid running down her legs. She didn't want to run away because she wanted to give this boy who loved her what he wanted. But she wished he would hurry up and shoot before she bled to death. She no longer felt any pleasure, just pain and fear.
"Yeah!" the boy growled. "Yeah, yeahhh!"
He pounded his loins against her ass through the fence. His prick pistoned inside her, grinding, reaming, sizzling hot.
"Please!" she gasped. "Please, Tom, shoot your stuff!"
"Ohhh bitch!" the boy moaned. "Ohhh cunt!" His cock shuddered inside her, swelling and pulsating. He rammed in deep and exploded. "Ohhhhhhh!"
Tibby felt dizzy with pleasure despite the raging pain inside. She loved the feel of those hot, fluffy jizz-wads fucking into her cunt, she loved the boy's grunts and moans of ecstasy.
"Oh Tom, oh my darling!"
As the boy's cock flexed less forcefully, his cum oozing into her instead of shooting, Tibby as straightened up, pressing her back to the fence, turning her head to the side so her lover could kiss her. She wished he could get his arms through the fence and throw them around her and crush her to death with love.
She never got her kiss. Tom's cock was yanked out of her and suddenly, fingernails were gouging her shoulders and her hair was being ripped back through the fence.
"We got ya, bitch!" a voice that was not Tom's growled. "We got ya now!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
The boys attacked her like a pack of starving wolves. They'd pulled all her hair back through the fence, gripping it, yanking it until she screamed. Their horny-nailed Fingers came at her through the fence, gouging her skin. They fought each other for a feel of her female flesh. A boy rammed his cock up her cunt, plunging it in Tom's jism and her own blood. Tibby screamed now and her screams brought the girls running out of their barn. Her fellow female inmates pressed to their fence, watching with amused and jeering faces as the boys raped her.
"She's bleeding," a boy said. "Look at the blood!"
"Musta just had her cherry ripped," said another.
"Maybe she's on the rag," said another. "Shit!"
"Don't bother me," said the boy ramming his cock inside Tibby. "Alls I care about is that she's hot and juicy and tight. Man, it feels so good!"
"Cream her, ya dirty bastard!" shouted another boy. "Get your horny cock outa her so I can get mine in."
Boys all around started complaining that the boy on her was taking too long. Others argued about who would be next to fuck her.
Tibby trembled, her scalp on fire as the boys continued to tug on her hair. It felt as if hundreds of scaly lizards had sunk their teeth into her skin as the boys continued to cop feels of her naked flesh through the fence. The big prick inside her plunged mercilessly, fucking her guts out. Fluid ran down her legs and fingers rubbed in it. The smell of male sweat and the boys' breath was suffocating. The girls jeered her and the sun poured down on her like molten lead, For the first time in her life, Tibby knew what real pain was.
"Please," she mumbled, her voice so weak that she doubted anyone heard her. "Please stop."
"Ahhhhh!" her fucker bellowed, ejecting his cum into her body. "Goddamn!"
She could feel the spurts, could feel the powerful vibrations of the boy's ejaculating cock. She imagined fireworks going off inside her cunt.
A new boy mounted her, ramming his prick in to the hilt. Within seconds, he was plunging it at top speed. Slimy jism leaked from her raped cunthole and ran down her legs.
"Fuck that bitch!" a boy yelled, and boys all around shouted similar things.
The boy fucking her grunted, fucking in a frenzy. Urged on by the chanting mob of boys, he came quickly, pouring his juicy fuck-load into Tibby's helpless body. As he ejaculated, he vomited a string of curses, calling Tibby filthy names.
There was a short scuffle among the boys before another boy succeeded in getting his prick up Tibby's cunt. The boys who were waiting to fuck her were becoming more and more restless.
Tibby reached above her head, getting a claw-hold on the fence so she could brace herself. She was helpless to do anything else, pinned there against the fence as one boy after another knifed his stiff cock up between her legs and fucked her cunt until he'd emptied his balls into her. She closed her eyes, letting it happen. Even with her eyes closed the sun burned them, penetrating her eyelids.
"Ahhhhh!" a boy growled. "Take it!"
His cock flexed and his cum spurted and he shook the fence as he clung to it. The moment he pulled out, a new boy took his place.
All these cocks felt the same to Tibby-harder than steel, hotter than the desert rocks, as merciless as the sun. Some cocks felt bigger than others, but they all hurt her. They were weapons, she decided, huge weapons designed to punish females. She whimpered as she was raped, wishing she were dead, wishing she'd never been born.
Some hot fluid splashed against her leg, making her jerk with surprise. As more fluid pelted her, she glanced down, watching a cock shoot thick white slime against her flesh. A boy was using his cock like a squirt gun, spurting cum on her through the fence.
A cock went off inside her, a new cock rammed her pussy. She gasped, still shocked each time a fresh cock entered her.
More cum shot against her. As boys became frustrated waiting to fuck her, they jerked themselves off, often losing their loads. They cursed her as they came, as if it were Tibby's fault that they'd come so quickly.
The smell of cum affected Tibby like smelling salts, it woke her up, made her dizzy.
"Fuck youuuuu!" the boy screwing her bellowed, and he pumped his cum into her womb.
"I want her mouth," a boy said. "Her cunt's probably loose as an old whore's by now. I want her mouth!"
Despite protests, the boy got his way. Keeping firm holds on her hair through the fence, the boys succeeded in getting Tibby facing the fence and down on her knees.
Fingers yanked her forward by her tits an she wailed. A big sweaty cock stuffed her mouth, sliding down her throat until she choked. Fingernails gouged her nipples. She whined and moaned, gagging repeatedly as the big cock raped her throat.
"Eat that big thing, yeah eat that big cock!" her rapist mumbled. His prick stretched her lips to near splitting, his cockhead twisting in her gullet like a fist. "Suck the jizz outa it, whore!"
Tibby's eyes crossed as they followed the long cockshaft moving in and out of her mouth. Her lips rippled over the fat cock veins. Despite the incessant pinching of her nipples and gouging of her tits, she felt a tremendous relief now that her cunt was getting a rest. Thick fuck-slime oozed continuously from her open pussy-hole, running in greasy gobs down the insides of her thighs. As the boy fucked her mouth, she found herself sucking spontaneously, her lips and tongue responding almost reflexively.
"Yeah, eat that big thing!" the boy growled, feeding her his sweaty prick with long strokes. "Use your tongue, yeahhh! Suck out-my jizz, cock-sucking bitch!"
Tibby's lips tingled. She munched on the big salty cock, starting to like it, wanting to bite it off and swallow it. As her tongue tortured the back of the boy's cockhead, his cock suddenly vibrated and started to shoot. Streams of hot cum squirted down Tibby's throat. She swallowed with each cock-spasm, eating the boy's salty cum. The boy groaned with pleasure.
As the boy pulled out, he said, "That bitch knows how to suck cock!"
That was all the other boys needed to make them want to fuck her throat instead of her cunt.
Tibby found herself moaning as another prick slipped into her mouth. The boy started to fuck her throat violently, choking her, but some deft flicks of ther tongue slowed him down. He must have realized that he'd get more pleasure out of letting her service him, licking and munching as she wanted to, than in reamming out her throat a if it were a cunt.
"Make the jizz come," the boy said, working his cock in and out of her mouth as she licked and sucked. "Come on, bitch, make it come!" he rammed hard, choking her nearly to death, then eased his cock back, smirking down at her.
Tibby sucked in earnest, using all the skill she'd so far acquired sucking the few cocks she had. She could just about taste the boy's jism. She munched, feeling little zinging vibrations shoot through the boy's prickshaft. Her tongue churned against what she was discovering to be a super-sensitive spot on all the cocks she'd sucked. The boy's prick flexed and suddenly her mouth was overflowing with jism.
"Goddamn!" the boy moaned. "Take it!" He forced his spurting cock all the way down her throat, shooting his hot cum straight down her gullet.
Tibby swallowed, hungry for all the male spunk she could get. She sucked until she'd drained the big cock of every drop. The boy pulled out and another boy stuffed his cock in Tibby's mouth.
She had no idea how many cocks she managed to suck off before the guards came. She had the impression she sucked off dozens, although she wasn't sure. When the guards barged into the compound to free her she kind of regretted it. She was still hungry for cock. Her belly was starting to feel queasy from all the cum she'd swallowed, but she wanted to swallow quarts more of the salty male fluid.
The boys scattered as the guards charged the fence. Two guards raised large rifles, two raised smaller guns. The smaller guns popped and two boys gasped and cursed as pellets stung their naked skin. The guards re-cocked their pellet guns immediately, firing again at the fleeing pack of boys. Pellets made dull thuds against flesh and two more boys cried out in anger and pain. As the boys fought to get inside their barn, the guards with the pellet guns fired repeatedly, hitting as many naked boys as they could. Finally, a last boy scurried into the barn on his hands and knees.
"Damn! Got me one round left," a guard said.
"So use it," another guard said. "Brand that pretty bitch where she'll remember it."
The first guard fired and Tibby screamed, her body hurling itself against the fence as a pellet drilled her ass-cheek like a screw-driver. The lead pellet felt red-hot, though nothing but an explosion of compressed gas had sent it flying.
The guards guffawed. One of them marched over and grabbed Tibby by the hair.
"Come on, slut, let's see how good ya are." He unzipped his pants and pulled out a huge floppy cock. "Kiss it, ya little tramp!"
The other guards gathered around, laughing and jeering as Tibby kissed the one guard's cock.
The big cock started to swell, throbbing up to a full erection. As the guard's cock straightened out, standing rigid, glutted with blood and bulging with thick blue vein, his prickhead snaked halfway out of its thick foreskin. The guard forced his cock into Tibby's mouth.
Tibby's jaws ached from the thickness of the guard's cockhead. As he forced his cock in deeper, the foreskin pulled completely off his cockhead and the rancid taste and smell nauseated Tibby. None of the boys' cocks had tasted this foul!
"Suck it clean," the guard ordered, yanking on Tibby's hair. "Then suck it off."
Tibby's eyes filled with tears and she sniveled, munching on the man's big cock, swallowing as his fuck-lube began to flow. Despite the terrible taste, she flapped her tongue in circles around and around his cockhead, drilling the tip of it against his sensitive spot. Within a minute, the guard was shooting.
"Ohhh, shit!" he growled, fucking his bitter-tasting load down Tibby's frantically swallowing throat. "This bitch knows how to suck cock! Goddamn!"
When he finished up, another guard took his place. Tibby sucked, knowing she'd be forced to suck off all four guards before they released her. One after another, she sucked them off, eating their pungent man-cum. When she'd finished servicing all of them, they kicked at her ass as they chased her on her hands and knees across the center compound.
The girls scattered as the guards aimed their guns and ordered the girls away from the gate. Chains rattled. A boot aimed at Tibby's ass sent her scurrying into the girls' compound on all fours. Once inside, she collapsed on the hot, rocky ground, her heart hammering. She almost kissed the ground with relief to be inside her new home at last.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The barn smelled like cunt inside, and it was a hot-box. The only ventilation came from one door at each end of the long building. There were no windows, bare light bulbs hung from rough overhead beams and the floor was the same rocky red dirt as outside in the compound.
A long ditch had been carved in the bedrock floor along one wall of the building. Girls squatted over the ditch to piss or shit. Once every few days, Tibby was informed, the girls had to shovel the contents of the ditch into wheel barrows and wheel their shit to a waiting sewage truck while the guards supervised with raised guns. The boys did the same with their shit, but on alternate days.
Four open tanks containing water were set around the barn. They were the large, oval, galvanized-metal tanks found in barnyards for watering livestock. These tanks, filled by buckets by the girls on the same day they shoveled out their shit, provided the girls' water supply.
Once inside the barn, Tibby was greeted by a few leering girls who stroked her tits, telling her she had nice ones. One girl told Tibby she was a lucky bastard, getting to suck and fuck all that hard cock. Most of the girls just eyed Tibby as if she were a creature from outer space, some of them following her at a distance as she wandered aimlessly through the huge barn looking for a friendly face or a suitable place to rest. Although the barn was immense, it was crowded from one end to the other with naked girls, three-hundred of them, according to the warden.
A group of giggling girls were gathered in one area, and Tibby went to investigate. They were gathered in a circle, and something was happening in the middle of them. Standing on tip-toe, Tibby peered over several shoulders and got a look.
There was a boy in the middle of the crowd, he was lying on his back, his eyes glazed over, his head thrashing from side to side. A girl had straddled his loins and was riding up and down on his cock.
"Ride 'em," several girls yelled. "Suck his guts out!"
"What's happening?" Tibby asked the girl next to her.
The girl glanced at her, then down at Tibby's tits. She petted Tibby's titties as if they were kittens. "Hey babe, you're the new one, ain't ya? Seen ya come in. Welcome to hell, bitch." She snickered and pinched Tibby's nipple roughly.
Tibby squirmed away. "Don't!"
The girl laughed. "Touchy, ain't ya? You'll get over it. We all get over it."
"What's happening?" Tibby asked again. "How'd that boy get in here?" She watched the boy squirm as the mounted girl slipped up and down on his cock.
The girl next to Tibby began a long explanation. Tibby didn't understand much of what she said and she never got to finish because the girl's cries interrupted her.
"I'm coming," the cock-riding girl squealed.
She jerked up and down, her eyes turned back with pleasure. As she spasmed, her hot fuck-juices washed down over the boy's brown nuts.
The boy moaned a if only semi-conscious. His loins arched up slightly and his toes curled. He jerked spastically, whimpering.
"I got him off," the fucking girl squealed in triumph. "I got the fucking little nerd off!" She churned her ass, her cunt sucking his cum out.
The boy moaned sickly, deliriously, then passed out. The girl slipped off his cock.
"Keep him hard," someone said, and immediately another girl straddled the unconscious boy and impaled herself on his cock, riding up and down on it as if riding the cock of a corpse.
Tibby had seen enough. She wandered on. Among a group of girls she spotted Gail, lying flat on her back and apparently asleep. A girl lay between Gail's legs and licked lazily at Gail's pussy. Tibby found a spot near Gail and collapsed. The girls around her started asking her where she was from and what she was in for. A girl even younger than Tibby slithered up like a snake between Tibby's legs and started to lick
Tibby's jism-oozing pussy. The girl's tongue felt good. Too tired to say a word, Tibby closed her eyes and drifted into sleep.
* * *
She woke up what must have been hours later. Bare bulbs bathe the barn in a weak orange glow. Only a few girls remained in the barn, all of them curled up or sprawled on the dirt floor and apparently asleep. Tibby heard a commotion outside and forced herself up. As she stumbled through the barn, her cunt and throat throbbing with soreness and rawness, she spotted the boy the girls had been riding. He looked like a skinny corpse, his prick all shriveled, his long hair like dried straw. His ribs barely rose and fell, the only sign that he was still alive.
Outside the sun was nearing the tops of the distant canyon walls. An eerie light suffused the camp, a combination of the setting sun and the glare of a dozen spotlights that beamed down from the four guard towers. The girls sat on the ground, hugging food to their tits and between their legs like zoo monkeys at feeding time. The girls chomped in silence, swallowing fast, stuffing in more food. A truck had been backed up to the outside of the fence and food was being hurled in by the shovel full from the bed of the trunk. It was food of all kinds, all mixed together like garbage-fried eggs with broken yokes, half-eaten steaks, bread and rolls, salad vegetables and fruit, some fresh, some old and rotting. The food smelled like a combination of garbage and gourmet cooking, apparently the leftovers from the staff's imagine smorgasbords.
"Eat," said a girl to Tibby. "We only get food once a day around here. Better eat before it's gone."
The girl was right. Although food was scat-teed all over as it was shoveled in, the waiting girls snatched it up immediately, sometimes fighting over some special morsel. Each girl hoarded her food and stuffed it down, not bothering to separate the rotted from the fresh. Tibby stuffed down some bread tainted with gravy and gnawed the meat off some spareribs. Her stomach was so shrunken that she couldn't eat fast, and all the food was gone before she could get her hands on more.
Suddenly the guards entered the Pit again. They marched to the girls' gate and opened it. Several girls ran for the gate, then filed out slowly under the raised guns of the guards. The guards halted the exodus after a couple dozen girls had gone through the gates, then relocked them. They fired their guns in the air, the explosions of the rifles echoing through the canyon, and the girls in the Pit screamed and ran to the center of the compound.
On the other side of the Pit, more guards were opening the boys' gates. Boys fought each other to be the first in line. About three dozen boys were allowed to leave their compound and enter the Pit. Once in the Pit, the boys strode toward the crowd of girls huddling at the center of the Pit near the crosses. The guards locked the boys' compound, then let themselves through the double gates that led out of the camp. About two dozen girls and three dozen boys were left together in the Pit, unguarded.
Tibby found a place next to the fence, joining several other girls who had lined up along the fence to watch. Tibby noticed that the crosses were empty. Both the boy and girl had, at some time, been taken down.
The boys surrounded the girls, pressing against them, feeling them up and down, kissing them. A boy bent a girl over and rammed his prick up her cunt from behind, fucking her hard. A few girls were wrestled to the ground and jumped on, boys humping between their legs, driving pricks in and out like swords. Some girls giggled, some shrieked. A squirming girl was shoved up on one cross by several boys and strapped to it. Another girl was strapped to the other cross. Girls were tied to the upright poles like witches at the stake. One girl was hung by her wrists to the structure with the overhead crossbeam. Only her toes were allowed to touch the ground. Tibby recognized the hanging girl as Gail.
Boys picked up leather straps, ropes and whips that had been thrown on the ground near the crosses. The boys moved forward and started to beat the five bound girls. The bound girls screamed as the lashes cracked across their naked bodies.
More spotlights came on, beaming down on the scene at the center of the Pit as if it were a stage on which a play was being performed.
Tibby watched in silence, hypnotized by the scene. It was truly a scene straight out of hell. Girls were being knocked down, bent over, fucked like animals. The girls on the crosses squirmed as the whips scourged them. The two girls at the stakes writhed in pain. Gail, hanging by her wrists, shrieked bloody murder as two boys flogged her with leather straps, one from behind, one from the front.
Gail hadn't known what she was in for, Tibby realized. Gail had thought she was just going to get some hot cock up her pussy, not be beaten. Gail had fought for her place in the Pit, completely ignorant of what would happen to her. But what about the other girls? None of them were new here, and this certainly wasn't the first time girls had been crucified and beaten in the Pit. Why had the girls out there rushed so freely to their torture, leaving behind a horde of other girls who cursed because they hadn't made it into the Pit? Did these girls not care about pain? Did some of them even want to be tortured?
There was a terrible scream. Tibby snapped out of her daydreaming to see a girl on the cross being raped with the wooden handle of a whip. She struggled, shrieking as one boy rammed the whip handle in and out of her pussy while two other boys continued to beat her belly and tits with ropes and whips. The first boy threw down his whip and leaped up on the cross, climbing it. Hanging from the crossbar and wrapping his legs around the cross upright and the girl pinned against it, he rammed his rigid prong up the girl's cunt.
"Uhhh!" he growled, grinding his prick inside the girl, fucking her savagely as he clung to her and the cross.
After only a dozen ramming strokes, he bellowed and ejaculated into her, falling away the moment he'd pumped out his spunk and squeezed out his pleasure.
The scene became a frenzy of lust and cruelty. Tibby didn't know what to watch, so much was happening. She felt shame at being unable to tear her eyes away. Some of the girls out there were suffering greatly, and Tibby was enjoying watching them writhe and wail. Tibby justified herself by telling herself that the girls were getting just what they wanted. They'd gone out there freely, hadn't they? They must have known what they were in for.
A girl who was standing was being fucked from the front by a standing boy who was knifing his vertical cock up her cunt. Another boy moved up behind the fucked girl and rammed his stiff cock between the girl's asscheeks. The girl groaned loudly as the rear boy's cock disappeared up her ass. A piece of meat in a sandwich, the girl was fucked mercilessly from both front and rear at the same time Tibby watched
IDS with fascinated shock. She couldn't believe that the girl was getting a cock up her asshole. The pain must be unbearable, Tibby thought. How could the girl take it?
Boys took turns climbing both crosses so they could cling to the crucified girls and fuck them. It was a gymnastic feat, hanging from the crossbar of a cross while jamming your stiff prick up the girl strapped to the cross, but the boys appeared as agile as monkeys in the tree-tops. It was evident that the boys had acquired their sexual-gymnastic skills from long and frequent practice.
The two girls bound to the stakes, the upright poles, were being raped too. The girls tossed their heads, delirious either from the thrashing they'd taken or from the stiff cocks that assaulted them one after another.
Gail screeched, writhing madly as a boy twisted his whip handle into her asshole and reamed her out. Another boy shoved his whip handle up her cunt. When Gail tried to kick her tormentors, two other boys grabbed her feet, lifting her legs and spreading them wide, opening her up completely to the two whip handles. Gail screamed bloody murder, which seemed to excite the boys even more. The boys with the whips ground the wooden handles deeper into her cunthole and ass. The other two boys gnawed on her legs and feet, biting and sucking her toes.
"They're animals, ain't they?" A girl had moved up behind Tibby and was rubbing her tits against Tibby's back, her pussymound at Tibby's ass. She bit Tibby on the ear.
"Ouch!" Tibby said, trying to squirm away, but the girl crushed her against the fence.
"They're such animals with those big hard cocks! I wish I had me a big hard cock. Know what I'd do with it? I'd shove it right up your hot little ass, bitch. Mmn, I wanna fuck you!' The girl crushed Tibby in her arms, humping, biting Tibby all over the back and neck.
Tibby stood there, helpless to do anything but let the girl rut at her like a grunting boy. The girl's cunt got juicy and her cunt-juice leaked down Tibby's leg like slime as the girl wrapped her legs around Tibby's leg and rubbed her wet crotch up and down against Tibby's flesh. After a minute of grinding, the girl moaned with pleasure, her contracting crotch sucking at Tibby's thigh, her fuckjuices exploding down Tibby's skin. The girl kept humping a long while, even after she'd come. Finally, she let go no and walked away without a word, leaving the hot smell of her cunt all over Tibby's leg.
Hanging from the crossbeam, Gail was jerking, her toes clutching as the four boys worked her over. It was obvious from Gail's body language that she was coming. The boys rammed her with the whip handles and chewed on her feet until her orgasm was over, then cut her down and fell on her. Gail was drowned under four boys. Tibby couldn't see whether Gail was getting raped in the cunt or mouth or ass. All Tibby could see was four boys writhing and humping on top of Gail, who was pinned helplessly to the stony ground.
Some other boys hung up another girl where Gail had been hung and began to work her over with whips and straps. The shrieks of the hanged and beaten girl rose above the grunts and howls of the boys and the whimperings and squeals of the other girls. Tibby couldn't take her eyes off the scene. The center of the Pit looked like an ant hill as three-dozen boys vented all their lust and aggression on two-dozen helpless girls. The movement of the brown bodies under the intense glare of the spotlights was incessant. The boy's bodies continuously undulated as their spines swung like whips and their loins thrust as they took their pleasure from the writhing bodies of the abused and tortured girls.
At times Tibby thought she must be hallucinating. As the sky turned purple, then black all around, the savage rutting at the center of the Pit looked more and more surreal. The spotlights beamed down like suns, warming the cooling air of the desert night and keeping the participants of the savage orgy sheened with sweat. A breeze kicked up, bringing the scent of cum and sweat and cunt and blood to Tibby's sniffing nostrils. Tibby didn't know what time it was when she realized she was freezing. She'd been watching the spectacle of lust for hours, it seemed.
Looking around her, shivering in the cold night, she realized that few other girls remained outside to watch. Almost all had gone into the barn. Tibby took one last look at the rutting animals under the spotlights and stumbled through the dark to the barn. Inside, she found the naked girls huddled together, arms and legs entwined as they tried to stay warm. She climbed into the heap of bodies, the musky scent of cunt drugging her, and she fell asleep instantly.
CHAPTER NINE
Tibby knew she was going to lose her mind if she didn't get some cock. It had been two weeks since she'd arrived at Hell Camp, two weeks since the boys had raped her through the fence and since she'd serviced the guards. Now she could understand why those girls fought each evening for a chance to get into the Pit with a group of savage boys. They were mad for some hot prick. They would even bear torture for the chance to fuck some stiff hot prick.
Tibby's initial impression of Hell Camp--that it was a place where all girls were raped daily-had been dead wrong. Girls were raped daily here, all right, but only the lucky few who dared to fight for an evening in the Pit, or the few who were randomly chosen by the guards. For the most part, the boys were kept segregated from the girls. The two sexes stared at each other through two fences and across the wide expanse of the center compounds, the girls pressing their tits to the fence, the boys sticking out their ever-hard cocks. Tibby spent much of each day pressed to the fence and drooling over all the hard cocks throbbing for her on the other side of the Pit.
She welcomed the back-breaking tasks of shoveling shit and of carrying shit and water. For a time, these tasks took her mind off the boys, off their cocks. She welcomed the rampant lesbianism among the girls-all the cunt-sucking, the finger-fucking and toe-fucking, the grinding of pussy against pussy. Sometimes, even though they were half starved, they still saved a hotdog or banana or carrot from their meager rations so they could fuck each other. All the girls thought about was cock, all that stiff cock on the other side of the camp they couldn't get-unless they were willing to suffer.
The boys were explosive, vicious. They fought nearly to the death some evenings as they vied for a place among the lucky few who would be allowed into the Pit. And, once free in the Pit, they unleashed weeks, maybe months of pent-up aggression and lust. They couldn't simply fuck and get their rocks off. That would not satisfy them nor their lust or anger. They had to torture, to rape, to abuse.
Tibby flirted with the guards, hoping one of them would grab her to satisfy his lust. She didn't care what a guard did to her, just so she could get a feel or a taste of cock. The guards vented their lust freely among the girls, but there were two-hundred girls and only twenty male guards at the most. And some guards had favorite girls they fucked over and over. Tibby wished she could become the favorite of some guard. She didn't care what he looked like or smelled like or how cruel he was to her, just so he'd fuck her or make her suck him!
As the days passed, monotonously, one day very much like every other day-with the morning's work, the afternoon siesta to escape the sun, the frantic evening feed followed by the us savage rape and torture in the Pit-Tibby became obsessed with her lust for cock. Even if it meant suffering the tortures of the Pit, she knew she had to be fucked.
The first night she tried to enter the Pit, her heart slamming with anxiety, her guts tied in jumping knots, she found herself knocked flat on her ass in two seconds. By the time she'd got back up, the gates were locked. On the second night, after waiting close to the gate much of the afternoon along with a few dozen other determined girls, none of them eating for fear of losing their place in a scramble for food, Tibby not only got knocked down but trampled on. She was one of the smaller girls and she soon realized that her chances of ever making it through that gate were next to nothing unless she could think of some other way of getting into the Pit without competing with the larger girls.
A crazy idea came to her as she was dragging a bucket of shit toward the sewage truck one morning. Without even considering all the possible ways her scheme could backfire, she went ahead with her plan immediately. As she was struggling to lift the heavy bucket to the rear bed of the sewage truck, she purposely lost her hold on the bucket and dumped it on the guard who was standing closeby.
The guard looked as if he were going to have a brain hemorrhage. Before he could slam her with the butt end of his rifle in anger, Tibby threw herself at his feet, hugging his boots and begging mercy. She kept saying she was sorry, so sorry! She'd do anything to make it up to him, but please don't send her to the Pit.
That afternoon, Tibby found herself alone in the Pit, hanging from one of the crosses. The guard she'd spilled the shit bucket on stood in front of her with a leather whip. Before he'd finished lashing her, Tibby lost consciousness.
She woke up sometime in mid-afternoon, judging by the sun. Her welts throbbed, as if streams of burning acid lay crisscrossed on her belly and tits. She sweat incessantly under the broiling sun, but her sweat dried as it trickled down, the dry desert air sucking up the moisture immediately. She was so dry in the throat she could hardly swallow. With her arms raised out to the sides on the crossbeams, breathing was difficult.
She glanced left. Over in the girls' compound nothing stirred. All the girls were inside, escaping the sun's rays, but not its heat. Over in the in boys' compound to her right, a few boys were pressed against the fence, eyeing her like starving wolves, their pricks pointed skyward. One boy was masturbating, and when he saw her watching him, he shot off. Tibby's cunt contracted, leaking juice down her legs. She closed her eyes, praying they'd leave her crucified until the orgy began this evening.
She must have dozed for she woke again to the sound of growling guards and rattling chains. A naked boy was being shoved through the outer gates. A new arrival. A new prisoner!
The guards knocked him down and kicked him around until he stopped talking back to them. When he lay motionless and quiet in a naked heap on the red earth, they abandoned him, locking the gates behind him.
Tibby watched with squinting, blurry eyes. Her heart started to thump. She was locked in the Pit, all alone with a naked boy. She found herself panting.
The boy sat there a while, looking around as if in a daze. The boys in the boys' compound looked at him in silence, with almost disinterest. Not a girl appeared from the girls' barn. The girls were apparently so busy sucking pussy or dozing that they hadn't heard the commotion. us
The new boy looked up at Tibby on the cross and gazed at her what seemed like minutes before he got up.
Tibby's heart slammed as the boy approached her, his cock erect and wagging like a huge club.
"Goddamn!" he said, standing at the foot of the cross. "Goddamn, it's you!"
"Butch!" Tibby whispered, convinced she was seeing a mirage.
"So, it's the bitch that tipped off the pigs!" Butch growled. "I've been wanting to get my paws on you for so long."
"I didn't, Butch. I swear, I didn't."
Butch pounded one fist into his other palm. "Sure ya didn't!"
"I didn't," Tibby pleaded, on the verge of tears. "If I did, then what am I doing here? Why would they send me to prison?"
Butch stopped pounding his fist. He chewed his lips as if he were considering.
"And why would they put me in here all alone with you?" Tibby blurted out. "I didn't tip them off, Butch, I swear I didn't."
Butch grinned. "You just saved your neck, bitch. But that's about all you saved." He stroked his cock, eyeing her on the cross.
He jumped up, grabbing the crossbeams and hanging from them as his hard body fell against Tibby. His cock felt like a red-hot crowbar pressed between their bellies. Butch eased his body down until his prickhead pressed between Tibby's legs and against her drooling cunt. Then he thrust upward, simultaneously performing a chinning movement from the crossbeams. His prick rammed up Tibby's cunt like an arm, disappearing to the hilt between her furry cunt-slabs, throbbing in her womb, making her cry out with pleasure and pain.
Tibby squirmed on the cross, impaled on the muscular youth's rock-hard cock. As her cunt contracted, hot juice ran out and drenched the boy's tight nuts. Butch bit her neck, gnawing and sucking on it. Tibby shivered, knowing he was covering her with bruises and tooth-marks.
"Yeahhh!" he growled, wrapping his legs around her and around the cross. "Crucified bitch! Never fucked nothing so hot in my life. Oh man!" He thrust powerfully, working his cock in Tibby's cunt.
Tibby's toes curled. The fuck-itch in her crotch whirled to a maddening peak. Her cunt exploded and she writhed in ecstasy, startled by her instant orgasm, gasping, moaning.
"Mmn, hot bitch, hot bitch!" Butch grunted, ramming his prick in and out of her spasming pussy-hole. "What a sucking bitch cunt! Oh shit!"
Tibby thought she'd lose her mind as her orgasm gnawed through her cuntmeat and Butch continued to fuck her hard and fast, rutting at her like a bull, grinding his muscular body against her.
"Oh yeah, this is fucking, man, this is fucking!"
"Oh Butch!" she moaned. "Oh God, stop!"
She meant it-and yet she didn't mean it. As his veiny prick worked in her spasm-wracked pussy, her sensations became too intense to bear. She would die if he didn't slow down, if he didn't stop fucking her-and yet, she didn't want him to ever stop, she didn't want her orgasm to ever end.
Butch's prick made squishing noises inside her. Her cunt sucked his cock vigorously. Her fuck-juices ran out, over the boy's balls and down her own legs. If her legs hadn't been bound to the cross, she would have kicked them apart wide so Butch could fuck her deeper.
Tibby's orgasm passed, and for a few moments her cunt felt so sensitive that she wailed as Butch's cock filed her raw cuntal nerves. Her pained cry only excited the boy. He rammed savagely, sweat beading on his body and oiling it. He slipped against Tibby as he rutted. His cock hammered relentlessly. He sank his teeth into Tibby's neck and held on like a rutting tomcat.
Tibby's eyes rolled back. It was as if the boy had a death hold on her throat with his teeth. All his muscles contracted as he clung to her and the crossbeams, and he felt like hot stone against her. He was solid bone and muscle, hard as rock, and his prick felt hard as a steel crowbar as it ravaged her pussy.
"Butch!" she whimpered, squirming helplessly under the boy's assault.
It was like a dream. She'd been sure she'd never see Butch again, had given up all hope of ever feeling his cock inside her body.
"Oh Butch, fuck me!"
"Yeahhh, yeahhhhh!" The boy growled like an animal as he rammed.
Tibby couldn't believe the pleasure. She felt none of the pain now that she'd suffered that day when the guard had exploded her cherry and the boys had gang-raped her. Her cunt had healed. Her cuntal tissues were elastic and wonderfully sensitive to the probing and grindings and thrusts of Butch's steel-hard cock. As Butch rammed into her, she caught her breath and shivered, her loins saturated with hot pleasure, her body tingling from head to toe.
Again, she thought. Do it again and again and again. Just keep shoving it in. Don't ever stop. Please, don't ever stop!
Butch's eyes had become white slits. His face was almost scarlet with lust. He hurled his body at Tibby, grinding his prick up her cunt, humping as if he were trying to kill the both of them. Tibby's cunt tightened, her cuntmeat swelling as her fuck-tension rose to a new head. She realized she was going to come again, and she couldn't help it.
"Oh Butch, you're making me come!" She started to shake all over as her orgasm began in the pit of her cunt.
Butch churned his loins like a fan, grinding his cock so deep inside her that Tibby felt his cockhead in the heart of her guts. As her spasming pussy squeezed his cock, his cock ballooned to the thickness of an arm. Vibrations surged through his turgid cock and his cum exploded inside her.
"Ahhhhhh!" he growled. "Awwwwww! Uh, uh, ahhhhh!"
His jism hurled into her in hot streams, in quick forceful spurts. His entire body shuddered, jerking uncontrollably as he took his pleasure on her and filled her with his spunk.
Tibby went taut as a bowstring, quivering with each round of spasms that gnawed through her loins. Her toes clutched at the footrest upon which she stood. Her hands became fists. The sensations became so intense, she feared she'd pass out.
Butch pumped out his cum. As he slid down off the cross, his pleasure spent, he nipped at Tibby's nipple with his teeth. Tibby saw stars. She shrieked, blacking out.
When she came to, she felt as if she were burning up with a fever. All she cared about was water. She mumbled, begging for water. To her shock, water was thrown at her. She gasped as the icy fluid showered her body. More water was thrown on her and she gasped again, then broke into uncontrollable giggles. She lapped at the water running down her face.
"Open up, bitch." A guard was climbing a stepladder with a jar of water. As Tibby opened her mouth, he dumped the water down her throat.
She choked, only able to swallow a small amount of the ice-cold liquid.
The guard climbed down. Another guard picked up a bucket and sloshed more water on Tibby's body.
After the guards had left, letting themselves out the double-locked gates, Tibby heard some moaning to her right. She looked over to see a boy on the other cross. It was Butch.
His head hung and he continued to moan. His belly was covered with ugly red welts. His cock hung over his balls like a floppy sausage.
The afternoon passed slowly. Tibby found herself thirsting for water again shortly after the guards had left. Her only amusement as she hung on the cross and tried to avoid the stare of the sun was to watch Butch's cock change in size and position. During the course of the afternoon, his cock became erect, then soft, then erect again. Sometimes he maintained his erections for fifteen minutes at a time before his cock began to droop. The boy appeared to be fitfully dozing much of the time. He moaned and Tibby longed to get down off her cross so she could suck his cock.
That evening, still locked in the Pit, she got her wish-and much more she had never wished for.
CHAPTER TEN
The boy shoved his ass-scented prick in Tibby's mouth. He'd just pulled it out of some girl's asshole and it was big and juicy and only half-hard. Some jism oozed into Tibby's mouth and she tasted shit. The boy pulled on her ears, grinning down at her. Tibby was helpless, lying flat out on the ground, the boy straddling her neck, sharp stones gouging her back. The boy pinched her ears, pulling on them hard. Then he started to piss.
Tibby choked, the bitter taste and scent of piss filling her head. Piss overflowed her mouth, running down her cheeks.
"Swallow it!" the boy bellowed, cracking her across the side of her head. "Drink it, you stinking sow!"
Tibby sobbed, hardly able to swallow the piss. She forced herself, though, gagging all the while, because she feared the boy would punch in her face if she didn't. She'd seen one girl get a fist in the face that had surely broken her jaw. The lust and savagery of the boys was so much worse when viewed from the middle of the action instead of from the safety of the girls' compound.
The boy yanked his prick out and slammed it back and forth across Tibby's face like a rubber hose. Piss splattered from the floppy wet cock. The boy moved forward, planting his ass over Tibby's face, sitting on Tibby's mouth and nose. Her nose was squashed flat against his stinking asshole.
"Lick it out!" he growled. "Come on, bitch, lick out my asshole!" He ground his asshole into her mouth. "Come on, shove your tongue in, come on!"
Tibby sobbed, slipping her tongue inside the boy's asshole and cleaning out the shitty cavern. These boys were so mean! She'd had no idea they were so vicious. On all those evenings when she'd watched safely from behind her fence, she'd vicariously experienced the excitement and pleasure of the mass orgy, but she'd been unable to fathom the degree of pain the girls had to endure, or the violence and degradation.
From behind her fence she'd focused on spurting cocks, on girls writhing in ecstasy whether they were being scourged or fucked, on all that hot sex, but not on the pain and humiliation. Well, now she was finding out firsthand. The pain and humiliation were as real and intense as the excitement and sexual pleasure. She worked her tongue deep inside the boy's asshole, the tears running down her piss-sticky cheeks.
The boy farted in her mouth.
Tibby retched, her insides contracting. She nearly vomited.
The boy laughed and farted again.
She feared he'd shit in her mouth. At any moment she expected to feel a big slippery turd slide against her tongue.
"Ahhhh!" Another boy forced a big slippery cock up Tibby's cunt. "Mmn, yeahhh!" Tibby gasped as the boy she couldn't see began to fuck her.
"Keep wiggling that tongue, ya fucking sow!"
The boy on her face ground down on her face with his sweaty ass. She could tell from the way his ass was jerking that he was masturbating himself while she sucked out his asshole.
"Mmn, what a hot juicy cunt!"
The boy fucking her knifed his prick in and out, his fat prickhead popping in and out of the mouth of her womb.
I'm nothing more than a sex machine, Tibby thought. Just a living machine for the boys' pleasure. A toy for the boys to play with or abuse. A worthless hunk of meat.
She lay there helplessly as one boy fucked his ass on her tongue and the other boy drilled his cock in her cunt. Somebody grabbed one of her arms and twisted rope or leather twine around her wrist. Her arm was stretched out along the ground. She realized she couldn't move it. She was being tied down, staked out! She could do nothing to help herself as her other wrist, then her ankles were bound and staked down. She lay there, spread-eagled and helpless as the boy fucking her exploded into her wide-open crotch.
The boy on her face grunted, slipping off her tongue and jamming his smelly cock down her throat as it erupted with hot jism. The two boys grunted in unison, pumping their fuck-slime into Tibby's body. She sucked cock, swallowed jism, felt a stiff cock contracting and spurting in her cunt. Some teeth started gnawing her toes. A rash of fuck-thrills rushed through her loins suddenly and her cunt went into spasms.
She moaned loudly, her body shaking, her ass rubbing hotly against the ground. The boy spurting into her cunt whimpered as her spasming cunthole chewed his super-sensitive cock.
"Goddamn!" he gasped. "Oh, goddamn!"
As Tibby's orgasm drained away, she found herself abandoned. The boy on her face pulled his cock from her mouth and crawled away, muttering to himself. The other boy hauled his prick from her tight-squeezing cunt and stood up, his big dick dripping jism. He wiggled his big toe into her cunt and snickered at her. Then he pulled his toe out and disappeared among the other kids.
For a few moments, Tibby lay there untouched. She sucked in deep lungfuls of air, enjoying the feeling of being untouched, unsmothered by male flesh. She squinted against the spotlights, which seemed more blinding than the sun. All around her there was chaos. Boys growled, grunted with pleasure. Girls screamed and sobbed as they were assaulted and tortured. The irony was that every girl in here was here because she'd chosen to be here, because she'd fought to be here.
Tibby watched a screaming girl being hung upside-down by her toes. The girl's tits dangled toward her chin like water balloons. Boys kicked her, clawed her with their filthy toenails. A boy leaned over and bit the girl hard between her legs. The girl wailed.
A boy started to piss in her face and two other boys joined in. The girl bawled as hot male piss seared her eyes. A boy rammed a whip handle up her cunt and she gasped, piss streaming into her mouth. When the boys had finished pissing, one of them shoved his filthy toes in her mouth and forced her to suck them while the boy with the whip continued to rape her with the whip handle.
Tibby looked away, unable to watch anymore of the girl's torture and sexual abuse. She realized that the same thing, or worse, might happen to her at any moment. She wondered if any girl in the Pit at this moment wasn't cursing herself for her foolishness, for actually fighting for this evening of torture. Now she knew why no girl who had spent a night in the Pit fought for another night here for a long time. It took weeks, even months for a girl to forget the reality of her torture and to remember mainly the pleasure, the hard cocks, the spurting jism, the mind-bending orgasms of masochism.
A boy fell on Tibby, knocking the wind out of her. He shoved his prick up her cunt and humped at her, grinding his hard chest against her tits. She finally regained her breath, squirming under the boy as he fucked her. She gazed into his lust-watery eyes and he spit in her face.
"You dirty bitch, I'm gonna fuck you to death!" he muttered, his teeth clenched as he bore down. "Yeah, I'm gonna fuck you till you bleed."
He pounded down on her viciously, churning his bone-hard cock inside her, spitting in her face repeatedly. In his sexual frenzy, he lost his load, crying out as he collapsed on her, his body jerking with orgasm, his hot jism spitting into her womb.
"Damn you!" he said as he pulled out. "You fucking whore!" He straddled her, sitting on her belly and twisting on her nipples as if he were going to rip them off.
Tibby gibbered in pain, then wailed as the boy's fingernails tore at her nipples. The boy laughed, wrenching her tits even more viciously. As Tibby writhed under him in agony, the boy started to piss, his hot piss flowing out and running between her tits and down her neck.
"Lick it up!" he ordered. "I said, lick it up!" He sank his fingers in so deep Tibby was sure he was going to rip off both her tits.
She craned her head forward and lapped at the stinking yellow fluid that poured from the boy's cock and ran like a river between her tits. She hated the boy, wanted to kill him, but all she could do was suck up his rancid piss as if it were honey-sweetened milk. She'd never felt lower in her life.
The night crawled on. The spotlights bore down on the savage orgy. Two dozen girls, Tibby one of them, were tortured and raped hour after hour. Many girls fell unconscious, coming to only to be assaulted again and again.
The three-dozen boys had hard-ons that wouldn't quit. They shot load after load, only to get hard again so they could shoot some more. It was as if their violence fueled an insatiable lust in their teenaged loins.
As the night wore on, some boys napped while their buddies ravaged the girls. When the napping boys woke up, recharged and ready to resume their violence, the boys who had been awake rested and dozed. It was as if the boys were working in shifts so that no girl could escape an incessant barrage of torture and fucking.
Tibby was one of the lucky ones. She remained staked down all night. No boy bothered to change her position so she could be raped up the ass. No boy bothered to untie her so she could be hung by her toes or run up on the flagpole. Boys kept using her for an easy fuck down her throat or up her cunt. They used her for a convenient toilet, to piss on and in. She got whipped some, and one boy laid a hot turd between her tits, which another boy knocked off her when he wanted to fuck her. Compared to most of the girls, Tibby had it easy.
But her luck didn't last. Somehow, she'd known it wouldn't. She had an enemy-that guard she'd dumped the shit-bucket on. She knew he was nowhere near being satisfied with her punishment.
That guard, her enemy, came with the other guards just before dawn. The girls were cut loose and herded together with the boys. The boys were ordered to march to their compound and the girls to theirs. The boys grabbed a few girls, Tibby included, and tried to hide the girls among themselves so they could drag the girls along. But the guards weren't fooled. As the herd of boys marched toward their compound, the guards spotted female faces among them, dirty hands clapped over the girls' mouths to shut them up, and the girls were set free, one by one-all of them except Tibby. No guard seemed to notice Tibby.
Tibby stood in the middle of the herd of filthy sweating boys, stood in front of the gates to the boys' compound as the gates were thrown open. A hard cock was pressed against her lower back like the barrel of a revolver. A fist was crammed in her mouth. She struggled, but she could hardly manage more than a wiggle against the muscular arms crushing her.
She was frantic. They were going to kidnap her! In the semi-darkness, under the eerie illumination of a single spotlight, the guards couldn't see her. But they had to. They just had to!
One guard stood at each side of the gate. One of them raised up on his toes, squinting into the crowd of boys. He glanced at the other guard.
"One of 'em don't look quite right," he said.
The other guard squinted into the crowd. His eyes met Tibby's. They were the eyes of her enemy. She was sure she detected a smirk. His eyes radiated hatred.
"Your eyes are playing tricks, Matt," said Tibby's enemy. "I don't see nothing unusual, just a herd of filthy male swine."
The other guard shrugged. He turned a cold stare on the boys, his shotgun aimed at their bellies. "Come on through, you animals. Take it real easy."
"March!" shouted one of the guards standing behind the group.
Three dozen naked boys moved forward, their hard bodies crushed around Tibby, their breaths quickening as they realized the success of their abduction.
In the distance, Tibby heard guards directing the group of ravaged girls into the girls' compound. The other girls were going home. They were safe. Tibby was not among them.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
They kept her on a leash. They made her beg for her food. They made her crawl everywhere on her hands and knees like any four-legged animal. They called her names, bestial and dirty names.
They fucked her whenever they wanted, usually from behind, as if she were a female dog, or a horse, or a pig, or a goat. Tibby got tired of it sometimes. Sometimes she'd swear at some stiff-cocked boy who was trying to mount her ass, even daring to turn on him and snarl like a surly she-cat. But swearing and snarling only got her a cuff alongside the head or a kick in the ass. The boys kept her in her place. She was their sex slave, their pet bitch, their toilet.
She'd been held captive here in the boys' barn for three weeks now, and she saw no hope of being set free. She knew the boys would keep her here as long as they possibly could, using her, abusing her, shitting and pissing on her, using her for their pleasure and their anger.
She'd almost died during those first several days, died of sheer exhaustion. After an afternoon on the cross and a brutal night in the Pit, she'd been dragged into this barn on that morning of her abduction and fucked unconscious. She'd woken up at intervals during the next several days, only to discover that they were still fucking her, using her ravaged body as their fuck-machine and their cum depository. It was only by lapsing into unconsciousness that she'd managed to maintain her sanity and survive.
After the initial novelty of having a girl to play with had worn off for the boys, after they'd fucked themselves to exhaustion on her, they'd started to leave her alone for at least a few hours each day. Tibby began to regain her strength.
She recovered quickly, even dared to explore her new home, not that there was much to explore.
The boys' barn was identical to the girls', but slightly larger. The barn had the same galvanized tubs filled with water, water for drinking and bathing, although Tibby never once witnessed a boy washing himself. There was the same trench for shitting into and pissing in. Straw was scattered around the floor, often in heaps, which provided the boys' only bedding.
The place reeked of piss and shit and male sweat, and always of cum. The boys habitually jerked themselves off, shooting cum wherever it fell. Luckily for Tibby, they seemed to enjoy jerking off as much as they did fucking her. Had they not habitually drained off their excess sexual energy and spunk through masturbation, Tibby would never have been able to handle them. If they ever stopped jerking off, they'd fuck her to death.
After three weeks of living with the boys, Tibby was feeling somewhat haughty. She was, after all, the object of their lust. She was one girl among three-hundred boys, and no matter how badly they treated her, she knew she was special. Sometimes she felt like a queen among them. She loved being desired, even worshipped. Even their sadism was a form of worship, to Tibby's way of looking at it. They came to her for their pleasure-and they gave her more pleasure than she'd ever imagined was possible.
They fucked her day and night, whether she was asleep or awake, crushing her to their hard bodies and grinding out their pleasure-and hers -inside her body. They fed her their cum, pumping it into her mouth, her cunt, or her asshole. They jacked off on her, sacrificing their cum for her, shooting on her as if she were an altar. They pissed in her face. She felt like a goddess, and like a toilet.
She'd never known such pleasure. Even the worst pain she suffered dissolved in a sea of ecstasy. She couldn't get enough of those orgasmic feelings. She came now scores of times each day, and the more she came, the more she craved coming, the more she needed to come. Her cunt leaked incessantly, throbbing inside, craving cock. Even when she got irritable and turned on a boy who was trying to mount her, her cunt never stopped throbbing.
She woke up one morning on her belly. A boy lay on top of her, pumping his big cock in and out of her asshole, grunting like an animal, gnawing on the back of her neck.
"Don't," she mumbled. "Let me sleep."
The boy's belly smacked her ass rhythmically. His cock plunged, plooshing in her asshole like a toilet plunger. She was filled with jism from the boys who had fucked her ass during the night. Her pussy and ass were always overflowing with jism. It ran out of her nonstop.
"Goddamn it, let me sleep!" she muttered. "You smell worse than a goat."
The boy nearly bit her ear off. She screeched, which was a mistake. Boys nearby woke up, their cocks stiff as crowbars. They watched their buddy raping Tibby's asshole and they began to stroke their cocks. Tibby knew she was in for an ordeal. Boys were always filled with piss and spunk when they woke up in the morning, and they were grouchy too. They'd pound her ass but good.
The boy humping her grabbed her at the waist and yanked her up to her hands and knees, keeping his cock buried in her ass all the while. He slapped her ass, forcing her to arch her back and turn her ass upward for him. His fingernails sank in her asscheeks and he fucked, grinding his cock deep in her bowels.
"What a bitch sow!" he growled, his cock plunging. "Mmn fuck!"
A boy moved up in front of Tibby. He grabbed her hair and yanked on it till she opened up. Then he shoved his cock down her throat. Tibby gagged until she relaxed her throat. The boy rammed his cock in and out, fucking her mouth, her gullet.
Two boys crawled up on either side of Tibby, one going for her left tit with an open mouth, the other for her right tit. Tibby caught her breath as the two sets of hot lips wrapped around her nipples. The boys not only sucked, they bit. Tibby moaned, her cunt doing flip-flops, her asshole contracting.
"Goddamn!" The boy on her ass ejaculated into her asshole.
Tibby shivered, her fuck-tension mounting. As the cock in her asshole contracted and spurted, she sucked the cock in her mouth deep into her throat, wanting to swallow it. The kid she was sucking on grunted and started to spurt. His cock flexed in her mouth, shooting hot jizz down her gullet. Tibby's head filled with the scent of cum. As the other two boys gnawed on her nipples, she exploded with spasms, her cunt and asshole contracting madly.
She was still coming when the two cocks pulled out of her. A new boy mounted her ass immediately and plugged his cock in her spasming pussy. As Tibby's orgasm ended, as the new cock pistoned in her sensitive cunt, she felt an unbearable need to piss. She tried to hold it, but she couldn't. Her piss hissed out, drenching the boy's balls.
"Oh fuck!" the boy gasped, plunging his hot cock in her cum-filled, piss-gushing cunthole. "Oh wow!"
He humped frantically and exploded into her in seconds, collapsing on top of her and clinging to her as his jism squirted into her pussy-cavern and her piss ran out on his contracting balls.
A boy appeared with a leather strap. He cracked it across Tibby's back and she screamed. She scrambled away, disengaging herself from the cock up her cunt. The boy with the strap chased her as she tried to escape, cracking the belt again and again across her back and ass. Tibby screamed and sobbed, scrambling on her hands and knees over rocky bare ground, over straw, over the bodies of sleeping boys. The boy with the strap laughed, dancing after her like a demon and scourging her flesh.
Boys woke up one after another. Soon the
US entire barn would be awake. Tibby dreaded what she was in for.
The boy with the strap caught her. He kicked her, rolling her onto her back. He put his foot on her face and ground it at her nose. He was jerking off.
He stepped back, raising the strap. It fell across Tibby's belly and she wailed. He cracked her across the tits. She screamed bloody murder. He threw down the strap, jerking on his cock wildly as he shoved his dirty toes in Tibby's mouth. As she dutifully sucked his toes, he started to ejaculate, most of his cum splatting like hot slime on Tibby's face. After he'd finished coming, he smeared his cum all over Tibby's cheeks with his filthy foot.
A boy fell on Tibby, inserting his prick in her cunt and humping hard. He looked groggy, half asleep yet. He fucked half a minute, then came. Before he pulled out, he emptied his bladder up Tibby's pussy. As his hot piss filled her, she experienced a mild orgasm. Her arms and legs wrapped around him reflexively and she ground her crotch around his pissing cock until she'd crushed out her pleasure.
A boy squatted over Tibby's face. She thought he wanted her to lick his ass and balls, because he was jerking off, but he wouldn't lower his ass close enough for her to lick without raising her head, and she wasn't about to do that.
The boy's hand jerked up and down. His balls swung between his legs. His pinkish-brown asspucker twitched, moist and musky-smelling. Tibby watched with shock as his asspucker began to open. Before she fully realized what was happening, a fat brown turd was sliding out of the boy's asshole. It plopped in her face. The boy moved backward slightly and shot his cum onto Tibby's face and his big wet turd.
They made her lick the boy's cum off the turd. Then they made her pick the turd up between her lips and carry it like a dog carrying a bone until she could drop it in the shit-pit. All the boys in the barn had gathered around to watch. The jeering and laughter made Tibby's head buzz.
They knocked her into the shit-pit, rolled her over in it. She lay there, face up, smeared with shit and piss, staring up into the mob of boys.
"Spread your legs," a boy ordered.
As she spread wide, boys on either side of the trench grabbed her feet and forced her to spread so wide that she whimpered in pain.
"What a sow!" a boy said. And they all called her names, names even more degrading than sow.
Boys stood all about her, jacking off as they stared down at her lying in the shit-pit, her legs held wide, her body smeared with shit. Boys rubbed their cocks and balls against her feet, trying to bring themselves off. Piss seeped into her ears. They ordered her to open her mouth and keep it wide open.
The cum rained down on her. It came in hot streams, in thick fat gobs, in misty droplets. They shot off all over her-onto her tits, between her legs, onto her feet and legs, into her mouth. They fought each other so they could get up close and fire their wads at her.
Tibby lay there, her mouth wide open, her body relaxed. She was helpless. Resisting would do no good. She swallowed the cum that fell in her mouth. When cum got in her eyes, she wiped it away, her eyes smarting.
Boys squatting next to the trench made her grab their cocks and jack them off. Boys continued to use her bare feet to rub off against. She wiggled her toes, exciting the foot-fuckers and helping them come more quickly. Some boys put their cocks between her toes and came easily while fucking between them. The cocks shot off in her hands. Boys above her ejaculated one after another, drenching her with cum. There was no end to the boys. She would drown in cum before they got done with her.
A boy shot his wad on her, then started to piss. Like monkeys, other boys imitated him. Soon there was as much piss falling on Tibby as there was cum. They pissed between her legs, onto her tits, into her open mouth. Her mouth overflowed with piss. They ordered her to swallow, and she did. They filled her mouth again and again with piss, and again and again she swallowed.
A lust-maddened boy jumped into the shit-trench with her. He fell on her and rammed his stiff prick up her open pussy, humping at her like an animal as piss and cum rained down on them both. They slipped against each other, wet with shit and piss and cum. The shit squished beneath Tibby's body like soupy mud.
"I'm gonna come!" the boy moaned, and his jism spurted into her.
Other boys followed his example. Boys jumped on Tibby and fucked her, one after the other. Hot jism squirted deep into her body, into her pussy-hole and womb. Tibby let the hard cocks ream her out, let them fill her with seething spunk-because she was helpless, because there was nothing she could do to stop the boys, and because she was in ecstasy.
It felt so good! Here she lay, up to her ears in shit and piss. Here she lay, raped repeatedly, called filthy names, pissed on, masturbated on, shit on, spit on, pissed inside of. And it felt so good! And she couldn't get enough of it. She didn't care if she lay here forever, just being used, just feeling this pleasure.
Despite being pinned down, she felt so absolutely free-free from all that religious guilt, free from the cold chains of Fenwick and the schools like it that had once imprisoned her. Hell Camp was a paradise compared to Fenwick School. Hell Camp was hell, but it was heaven too.
"Fuck me!" she muttered, grinding herself against the boy who was pounding her into the shit. "Oh God, fuck me!" Her toes curled, her eyes rolled back, and her pussy exploded like a pack of firecrackers going off. Cum shot into her and she was in heaven.
