I am a file clerk in a downtown office, and I have been asked by my boss to deliver an important letter to an export office in the warehouse district. It's close to closing time, and he wants to be sure that they have it in the morning. He's letting me off early in order to make the delivery. It's snowing outside, so I put on my boots and put a scarf over my head. Pulling my coat collar up around my neck, I walk quickly out of the office building.
Snow covers the sidewalk and I have to walk carefully as I make my way toward the bus stop. The snow is falling pretty steadily, but it's not deep enough to slow the bus and we make good time.
We finally reach the warehouse district and I get off the bus. The snow is deeper out here and it takes me several minutes to reach the warehouse. Part of the upper story is devoted to offices that are rented to people in the business of import and export.
I stamp the snow off of my feet, then push the door open and step inside of the building. All the warehouse workers have left for the day. I hope that the office where I am supposed to deliver the envelope is open.
I walk down a long hall and locate the elevator. It's actually a freight elevator and the upper half is built like a cage. I push the button and the elevator rises to the second floor.
Opening the gates, I walk down another long hall and turn to my left. The office is closed, but I push the envelope under the door. My job is finished.
Leaving the export office, I walk back down the hall. As I start to enter the elevator, I hear a noise from the other side of the building. I stop to listen for a moment. The sound is rather faint, but some of the voices sound female.
Curious, I walk down to the other side of the building and glance down another hall. I can see a light at the end, and the voices seem to come from there. I had thought that the building was empty and I wonder who could be working so late.
Giving in to my curiosity, I walk down the hall until I come to the lighted office. The door is partly open and I glance inside. I am astonished at what I see.
There are two girls and several men in the room. One of the girls is sitting in a chair with her hands tied behind her back. She looks very scared. The other girl is standing up in front of the men and is in the process of taking off her clothes. She has nothing on but her panties and shoes and stockings, and it is obvious that she is quite embarrassed. Her naked breasts tremble with her agitated breathing as she slides her fingers into the waistband of her panties. She bends over and slides the fragile garment down her shapely thighs.
Slipping off her shoes, she unfastens her garters and strips off her stockings. Removing her garter belt, she stands before the men completely naked.
The men immediately gather around her, and her face is flushed with humiliation as their hands inspect her naked body.
I can tell by the conversation that these men are white slavers. They have captured these two girls in the city streets, and they are going to sell them to whorehouses in foreign countries. Their export business is just a front, and they do their real business after everyone else has left the building.
Two of the men step away from the girl, and I can see that she has her thighs spread apart. She is breathing heavily as a man shoves his finger into her juicy cunt. She cannot help her reactions. Her nipples are standing out stiff and pink from her lush breasts.
Two men grab the other girl and pull her to her feet. As they untie her hands, she begs them not to make her undress. One of them slaps her face and she cowers before him as her hands reach up to the collar of her blouse.
Submissively, she begins to take off her clothes. The blouse drops to the floor, and she unfastens her skirt. They order her to hurry up, and she nervously pulls her slip over her head, then reaches behind her back to unsnap her brassiere. The girl slips it from her slim shoulders, then pulls the cups from her tits. Her breasts are full white mounds of beauty that sway as she bends over to remove her panties. Stripping off her shoes and stockings, she straightens up and tries to cover her nakedness with her hands.
Suddenly, I feel a strong hand grab my arm. I turn around in alarm. My assailant is a tall man. I try to struggle, but I am too weak to resist him. He orders me to enter the office, then when I hesitate he forces me into the crowded room. I know that they are going to make a white slave out of me, and I shake with fright as he pushes me through the doorway.
The men stop examining the girls and turn to stare at me in surprise. My captor slams the door and locks it. I tell them that I won't tell anyone what I saw if they let me go. My captor just laughs at me and orders the other two girls to strip me naked. They are too frightened to disobey. Their bare feet pad softly on the floor as they approach me to carry out the order. One of them reaches up and starts unbuttoning my coat.
I am really too scared to move, and I make no attempt to stop her. As she unfastens the last button, the other girl slips my coat from my shoulders and lays it across a chair. The girl in front of me unties the scarf from under my chin and lifts it from my blonde hair.
I can see that the men are pleased to discover that they have captured a blonde. Fingers are fumbling at the back of my neck as the girl behind me pulls down the zipper of my dress. The girl in front of me grasps the hem of my dress and slip. She pulls them upward. As she pulls my clothes above my waist, I blush with embarrassment as being exposed to the lustful gaze of the men, but I obediently raise my arms above my head. I bend forward so the girls can pull the dress over my head, then I straighten up with a wordless sound of distress as they continue working on my garments.
The girl behind me is unfastening my brassiere as the girl in front is hooking her fingers into the waistband of my panties. The shoulder straps of the bra loosen around my shoulders as my panties are stripped down over my hips.
Suddenly, I am naked except for my stockings and shoes. In an automatic gesture, I cover my breasts with my arm and place a hand over my vagina. My captors order me to drop my arms, and I do so, hanging my head in shame at having to expose my innocent body to their lascivious stares. My stockings and shoes are removed, and now I am entirely naked.
It is still snowing outside, and I am shivering with the cold air that brushes over my nude flesh. I stare wide-eyed at my captors, waiting for the inevitable degradation of my delicate femininity. The men leer at us. Their leader orders the other two girls to love me up. All three of us girls make sounds of dismay and plead with the man not to make us do it.
But the leader gets a vicious-looking leather strap and commands us to get started. Trembling with fear and embarrassment, one of the girls comes close to me and touches my breast with her hand. She closes her fingers around the soft white globe and begins squeezing it and pinching my nipple.
I draw in my breath sharply as I feel a flush of pleasure go through my breast. The girl places her arms around my waist and kisses me tentatively on the cheek. The experience of having her nude body touching mine does unexpected things to me and I turn my head.
Our lips press lightly together for a moment, and we are beginning to breathe heavily as I clutch her hand more firmly against my breast. I can feel the other girl's hand caressing my belly, and I emit a small sound of delight as her fingers work their way into my pubic hairs.
I am panting with a growing passion as the girls fondle my satiny flesh and my nipples are standing up pink and hard. With a voiceless sound of surrender to my sexual desires, I part my lips, and the girl who is kissing me darts her tongue into my mouth to lick at my teeth with unconcealed pleasure. As my tongue tangles with hers, the other girl is urging my thighs apart.
Spreading my trembling legs, I feel the girl's hand take possession of my pussy. She rubs my vulva with uninhibited motions. The two girls have pushed me back against the wall, and I lean weakly against it. They do what they want with my naked body. I make rapturous sounds as they feel me up and squeal with delight as a finger is forced into my vagina. *
c] The men are watching us with fascination, but we are too much involved in our lovemaking to notice them. We are wriggling our beautiful bodies in an erotic display of wanton hunger.
I don't know which of the two girls I am enjoying the most. The two girls are so much aroused that they are almost fighting for possession of my writhing body. The girl who is fingering my cunt drops to her knees. I spread my thighs wider as I feel her forcing her head between them.
Her lips touch my slit and her hot tongue licks avidly at the wetness that is sliming sluggishly out of my slobbering slit. I am almost out of my mind with rapture. She sticks the tip of her tongue between the folds of my vulva and comes into contact with my clitoris. Dropping one of my hands, I hold it against the back of her head to push her more firmly against my snatch.
Her tongue suddenly plunges into my vagina, and I almost faint with delight as I feel her moving it around inside of my most intimate orifice. Sweat is gleaming on our bodies.
The other girl lifts my breast and places the pink nipple to her lips. She sucks it into her mouth, and I cry out incoherently at the pleasures that are coursing through my body.
I arch my hips forward to meet the tongue that is sliding wetly in and out of my cunt. Panting and sweating, I know that I am going to come. I beg them to love me harder. The girl who is sucking my tit recaptures my lips and forces her tongue deep into my willing mouth as her hands squeeze my breasts in a painful grasp. The tongue in my cunt is working faster, and I shudder as I feel a climax approaching. Suddenly, all of the strength seems to leak out of my cunt as a fabulous orgasm surges through my belly down into the churning maelstrom of my womb.
When our passions finally subside, we are red-faced from our exertions and our humiliation. Adding to our degradation is the fact that the men are laughing at what we have done to each other.
The leader shoves a chair forward and orders one of the girls to sit on it, facing the back. Fearfully, she straddles the chair and places her hand on the back of the chair.
The heavy belt is handed to me, and I am ordered to apply six lashes to the girl's naked back. Knowing better than to disobey, I slash the belt across the delicate flesh. The girl screams in pain as the contact makes a loud slapping sound. When I am finished, there are six livid stripes across her white back.
The other girl then gives her six lashes, after which she is ordered to take the place of the first girl. It's finally my turn and I sit straddling the seat of the chair, knowing that the girls will not spare me because I have whipped both of them. I shriek in pain as I feel the belt curl around my delicate white body. Sweat is streaming from my nude flesh, and I am writhing in agony as each of the girls gives me six lashes of the belt.
When they are finished, my back is aching from the beating. I am thoroughly subdued. I know that the men are going to make us into whores, but I am willing to do anything they want me to do.
A man grabs my arm and pulls me to my feet. Holding me firmly, he leads me toward a door to another room. Turning my head, I can see the other girls also being led out of the main office.
I know that we are now going to be broken in, and I shiver with fear as the door is closed behind the man who has possession of me. We are in a small room and a cot is against the far wall. I tremble as I watch the man undressing.
When he is naked, he sits down on a chair and orders me to suck his organ. Knowing that I dare not disobey, I kneel quickly down in front of him and close my small hand around his stiffening cock. It reaches full erection as I massage it. Leaning forward, I start licking the throbbing head of the prick and discover that it really tastes rather pleasant.
I open my mouth wider and begin to slide my lips down around the hard male staff. As I feel it sliding toward my throat, I make sounds of delight at the discovery that it feels nice to have a man's cock in my mouth. My head moves up and down rhythmically and the rigid prick becomes wet with my saliva. I am panting from my willing exertions and my tongue licks avidly at the underside of the penis as I concentrate on working him toward a climax.
I feel his hands grasping my head and holding it still as he begins to ram his prick in and out of my mouth. Dropping my hands, I cup my quivering breasts and discover that my nipples are stiffly erect. The cock pounds harder inside of my mouth, and I am sweating and grunting with each powerful penetration.
Suddenly, he jams the big penis all of the way in, and it starts jerking hard as hot jets of semen slam into my throat. I keep swallowing until he has expended his entire load of viscous male liquid, then I lick his cock clean and pull back the foreskin to get at the last drops of the delicious semen.
As the man gets dressed and leaves the room, another comes in and closes the door. He orders me to get onto the cot. I quickly rise to my feet and trot over to the cot, lying down on my back and spreading my legs.
My spirit is broken and I know that I will have to learn to like the life of a whore. I will not be able to do anything but devote my efforts to making a man's cock feel good.
The man is now naked and he walks over to the cot. He climbs between my thighs and settles down on top of me. I grunt from his heavy weight as he presses my back down into the mattress. His arms slide around my slim shoulders in a rough embrace and his lips descend onto my open mouth.
As his tongue slides into my mouth, I reach between our bellies to find his penis. My fingers close around the rigid organ, and I discover that it is hard and long. Squirming my hips to get into position for my fucking, I place the head of the cock at the lips of my cunt. I wait for him to push it into my wet vagina. Working my tongue around his to keep him excited, I emit little grunts as I feel my slit spreading open to receive his stiff penis. My pussy is finally stretched tightly around it, and I withdraw my hand, sliding my arms around his torso in a passionate embrace. I feel his cock being forced into my vagina. It fills my belly and feels good as he begins to ram it in and out of me.
In a few minutes, we are sweating, and our naked bodies slap together as he pounds his prick inside of me. I like it. I kiss him passionately as I beg him to fuck me harder. The slippery cock fills my abdomen with exquisite delights, and the cot squeaks beneath our weight as he struggles to reach his climax.
Indescribable pleasures are racing through my body, and I wriggle my hips excitedly, suspecting that we are going to climax together. Ramming his huge cock into my cunt, he strains to get deeper into me. I encourage him by shouting erotic obscenities. I wrap my legs around him and hold on tightly as the virile staff throbs inside of my belly. Suddenly, it seems to explode and a stream of hot semen pounds into my vagina. My body sings with the ecstasy of a magnificent orgasm. I kiss him madly, then I receive his powerful sperm into my grateful cunt.
Chapter Two
I am a teenage girl, and I am on a vacation trip to Central America. There are several other girls with me, and we are chaperoned by the schoolteacher who arranged the package tour.
Today, we are going to look at the Mayan ruins, and we consider the prospect very exciting. The bus on which we are traveling left the city this morning, and it wasn't too long before we entered a densely wooded area. We are driving on a road that is not very well paved and has narrowed down to only one lane.
Around noon, we enter a small village that is near the location of some rather large ruins. We have lunch on the bus and then climb out to follow our native guide. He warns us to stay close to him as there are some Indian tribes in the jungle who have had very little contact with civilization and who might be dangerous.
As we follow him down the path, we are thrilled by the sights of tropical birds and the fragrance of beautiful flowers. We finally come to the site of the ruins. I am awed by their size and the fantastic carvings. As the guide takes us through the ruins, I am drifting farther behind the group as I examine the intricate designs. I am so fascinated by the ancient artwork that it takes awhile before I am aware that all is quiet around me.
Looking up, I suddenly find that I am alone. I don't hear the voices of the rest of the girls. I call out to attract their attention. There is no answer, and I begin running frantically through the ruins. Panting from my exertions, I finally lean against one of the stone monoliths. Fear courses through my young body as I realize that I am lost in the jungle.
Frightened by my predicament, I sag weakly against the stone and wonder what to do. Suddenly, I hear a sound to my left. I turn my head in that direction. Lifting my hand to my cheek, I give a shriek of terror as I see several jungle savages staring at me. They are holding spears, and they are dressed only in apronlike garments that hang in front of them. Turning, I start to run. It's too late and I feel a strong hand on my arm.
I try to struggle, but I am too weak to fight them. Whimpering, I shrink back against the stone and stare at them helplessly. They are jabbering among themselves in their native language. One of them says something to me, and I shake my head to show that I do not understand. He reaches out and sticks a finger into the front of my blouse, tugging at the cloth. As I feel the finger between my full breasts, I suddenly know what they want. I blush with embarrassment. They want me to strip off my clothes.
I hesitate for a moment, but I realize that I have no choice. With trembling fingers, I reach up to the buttons of my blouse and slowly begin opening them. The native jabbers at me in a commanding voice, and I know that he is telling me to hurry. My fingers are in a palsied grip as I work more rapidly at the buttons. Some of them tear off. I slip the blouse from my smooth shoulders and drop it to the ground. Next, I remove my brassiere and briefly cover my naked breasts with my hands.
The point of a spear prods at my belly, and I drop my hands to fumble with the waistband of my skirt. I shove the garment down over my hips, then reach into the elastic waistband of my panties.
I am shivering with fear as I slide the nylon down my shapely young legs. I stoop to take off my shoes and socks, then I straighten up-completely nude. I am panting from my exertions, and I am begging the natives not to hurt me.
At a gesture from one of the savages, I turn around to face the stone wall. I am pushed against it and the rough surface scrapes on the gender skin of my lush breasts. My arms are rudely pulled behind me. A native produces a rawhide cord and my wrists are held together as the thong is bound tightly around them. It presses into my flesh and I cry out in pain as a sheen of perspiration glistens on my naked body.
Calloused hands pull me away from the wall, and I sway unsteadily as one of the natives points toward the jungle. I do not understand, so one of them jabs the sharp point of his spear into my buttocks.
Screaming loudly, I stumble toward the trees. They keep jabbing their spears at my naked body as they goad me into the jungle. I am sweating, and the ground hurts my bare feet as I move awkwardly ahead of them. My breasts are swaying and bouncing with my movements and twigs brush against my unprotected nipples. Now and then, I beg them to stop and let me rest, but they just keep prodding me with their spears. Resigned to my captivity, I finally stop pleading and silently trot ahead of them to whatever fate awaits me.
It is late in the afternoon when we descend into a little valley. I can see smoke rising above the trees. Several minutes later, the jungle thins out, and we emerge into a dirty little village of huts made from animal hides and branches from trees. A group of women runs out of the huts and surrounds me, jabbering excitedly. As I cower in their midst, their hands clutch at my soft white body and explore my curves.
I tremble as their hands grab at my breasts and squeeze the delicate flesh. As the fingers mold my lush mounds, I feel a strange thrill. My nipples rise up to firm pink points. Embarrassed by my own reaction to the fondling, I try to shrink away from them. I press my thighs tightly together to prevent any further violations of my virginal body.
Seeing what I am trying to do, they slap my face and pry at my legs. With a whimper of surrender, I let them pull my legs apart. I am panting as the hands slide up the insides of my quivering soft thighs and probe at my crotch.
Several fingers seem to be fighting for entrance to my cunt, and I cry out in pain at the mauling. A finger suddenly stabs past my vulva lips, and my shriek brings delighted laughter and excited commentary from the females who surround me. They are apparently jubilant at the discovery that I am a virgin.
The men are standing outside of the circle and laughing at my reactions to the humiliating treatment. One of them abruptly barks an order, and the women cease their examinations. Two of them grab my arms and start dragging me through the random collection of huts until we reach a small clearing.
A fairly large fire is burning in the center and dark clouds of smoke rise into the sky. At one side of the fire are two large posts, and I am being hurried toward them. As I shudder with terror, I am placed between the posts and the women tug at the bindings around my wrists. My arms are pulled upward and to the sides. Strong cords bind them tightly to the posts.
Sweat streams from my nude young body as my feet are pulled apart and my entire weight hangs from my wrists. My ankles are tied firmly to the posts, and I hang here spread-eagled, wondering what my fate is to be.
I am facing the fire and can feel the heat on my satiny flesh as night descends on the jungle. The only fight in the village is from the fire and the torches that are placed on poles. There is a great deal of activity and the natives seem to be preparing a feast of some sort.
I do not know it, but they are getting ready for a fertility ceremony and I am to be the sacrifice. My helpless young body will be subjected to degrading acts as a part of the rites.
I see two of the native women approaching me. One of them is holding a bowl in her hand. The other is holding what seems to be a large corncob. Trembling with fear, I watch them come closer. I wonder anxiously what they are going to do to me. As they stop in front of me, the woman with the corncob reaches into the bowl and her hand comes out dripping with something shiny. She begins rubbing it on the corncob and the substance looks greasy.
I suddenly realize that it really is grease, and I understand what they are going to do with the corncob. I struggle uselessly with my bonds, begging them not to put it into me. My full breasts are heaving with my heavy breaths. I watch the cob being extended toward my cunt. With my legs spread apart, I have no way of preventing them from fucking that cob up into my virgin snatch.
The cob is at least fifteen inches long, and I shudder in anticipation of its brutal entrance into my body. The small end of the cob touches my vulva, and I hold my breath as the soft lips of my coital flesh spread under the pressure. This is the easiest part, but it hasn't started penetrating yet.
I gasp as I feel a stab of pain, and wish I could pull my legs together to stop this violation of my virginity. The pressure increases as my delicate membranes reluctantly begin to surround the corncob, and I scream with pain as the fear-induced sweat glistens on my naked body.
As my screams pierce the air, the natives gather around to watch my defloration.
I plead with the woman to stop shoving the cob into my cunt, but she keeps forcing it deeper. I emit sobbing grunts as I feel my hole expanding to receive the unnatural substitute for a cock. I am finally stretched around the full diameter of the cob, and an excruciating agony lances into my abdomen as I feel it entering my vagina.
Sweat streams from my quivering young body and my reactions are reduced to wordless squeals and grunts as the corncob is jammed deeper into my belly. It finally fills my entire vagina and only a little bit of the cob extends from my cunt. Blood is seeping out from the ragged edges of my cob-fucked cunt.
A groan escapes from my throat as I see another woman approaching. The crowd of natives watching my ordeal chatters with excitement. The woman is carrying a long whip, and the natives step aside to give her room. I stare with horrified fascination as she raises the whip. Her arm snaps forward, and I suddenly scream as a blood-curdling pain explodes in my breasts.
The whip lashes around the upper part of my body again and I hang limply before its onslaught as it cuts into the soft globes of my tits. My breasts are bouncing under the vicious whip bites, and I begin to feel a strange sensation as it cracks across my nipples. The pink tips of my tits start to firm up and rise to hard points.
I am beginning to pant with pleasure as well as pain. The whip keeps striking my white blood streaked mounds. Shrieking with a hurting pleasure, I plead with the native woman to whip me harder. With a grin of satisfaction at my reaction, she begins to whip my belly, and it vibrates the huge cob inside of my snatch. Uncontrollable rapture begins to build inside of my vagina, and I wish that the cob was moving inside of me like a cock.
As if understanding my thoughts, the woman drops the whip and grasps the end of the cob. I cry out in pain and delight as she pulls hard on the slightly stuck cob, and it slowly emerges from my hot hole. She pushes it back in again, and I experience a feeling of exquisite pleasure as I feel it filling up my hungry pussy.
As the liquid from my cunt lubricates the corncob, it starts moving in and out of me more rapidly. I am squealing with happiness as I sense that I am approaching a climax. Without warning, an orgasm surges through my belly, and I scream in ecstasy as the woman forces the corncob as deep into my cunt as she can get it. I keep screaming that I want all of it in my cunt, and she obliges me by ramming it in until only a very small bit is visible.
Shuddering from the beautiful experience of being cob-fucked, I watch in a daze as the festivities continue in the clearing. I am hardly aware of the passage of time as I hang helplessly spread between the posts.
Now and then, one of the women walks over to grasp the cob and rams it deep and hard into my cunt, the rhythmic strokes forcing me to another orgasm. I am in a delirium of delight and I do not know that they are doing this to me for a very good reason: my cunt has to be spread wide and well lubricated for the finale of the rites.
The whip is used on me several times and my soft white body is covered with lash marks. I am almost out of my mind with pain and pleasure, and I now welcome anything they want to do to me.
The sky seems to be getting lighter when the man who appears to be their chief rises to his feet and gives a command. Following his order, the natives surround me. My wrists and ankles are untied from the posts, and I am lowered to the ground. I am too weak from my ordeal to stand up immediately, and two of the natives hold me erect. My arms are pulled behind me and my elbows are drawn together so that my breasts are thrust forward. Strong cords dig deep into my flesh and I groan at the pain as my forearms are laced tightly together from my wrists to my elbows. I am standing awkwardly, because the corncob is still wedged into my cunt.
The points of the spears suddenly jab at my naked back, and I begin staggering in the direction in which they are goading me. I move clumsily, continually conscious of the huge cob inside of my vagina. My movements cause the cob to shift gratingly in my pussy-guts and I precede the jabbing spears with a feeling of pleasure that never quite reaches a climax. I am panting, and my full, out-thrust breasts are jiggling from my movements as we move down a small path that leads through the jungle.
The natives ahead of me are carrying torches and I can now make out the shape of a wall. Stumbling ahead of the spears, I finally pass through a gate in the wall and find myself inside of an ancient courtyard.
In the middle of the yard is a grotesque statue that looks like it might have been carved by the Mayas. It is a seated figure and the legs are spread wide apart. Between the legs is a tall column about six feet thigh that seems strangely familiar. Then I see that it is a huge cock. The top is about five inches in diameter and appears to be highly polished.
For a moment, I am puzzled by this appearance. Suddenly, I understand why I was brought here. I shriek with fear. Moving awkwardly because of the corncob, I try to dodge away from the spears. Two native women immediately grab my arms and drag me toward the idol.
I scream my objections, knowing that the corncob was a simple thing compared with what they are going to do to me now. They were merely spreading my hole until it was wide enough to start me easily on that stone cock.
Panting and perspiring, I stop struggling. I let them pull me toward the stone-carved phallus. I emit little grunts as they work the cob out of my vagina, then my cunt is suddenly empty. With my arms bound behind me, there is nothing I can do as two of the male savages step forward and grasp my upper arms.
A wooden platform has been placed beside the phallus and I am lifted to the top of it. Sobbing with fear, I am lifted over the apex of the cock. Two women on the ground reach up and get hold of my ankles, spreading my legs apart.
The men lower me carefully, and I draw in my breath sharply as I feel my crotch touch the rounded head of the stone penis. For a fleeting instant, I wonder how many other girls have had their slits jammed on this post.
Suddenly, a horrendous pain jolts through my crotch as the women begin to pull on my legs. I scream as I feel my cunt-lips opening, and sweat begins to stream from my naked body. The stretching of my hole seems to go on forever as my screams tear through the courtyard.
With horrified astonishment, I find that I have been spread until I completely surround the head of the cock. The men have taken their platform away and I am alone, impaled on the stone phallus with the women dragging me down by my feet. The women finally stop pulling, and I am left hanging on top of the cock, my vagina a pit of agony. I stare in pain at the fertility god, unable to move from my position.
I gradually become aware of the fact that the stone cock is vibrating inside of my abdomen. Glancing down, I see that some of the women are pounding on the base of the column with heavy wooden mallets.
A soothing pleasure begins to blend with the pain, and I start to pant as I concentrate on the feeling inside of my belly. The erotic vibrations send thrills through my nude body and my nipples become taut pieces of tingly flesh.
As the sky begins to turn brighter with the coming of the day, I find myself emitting squeals of rapture. I am beginning to enjoy the torturing cock inside of me. The hideous statue is beginning to look magnificent as I thrill to the powerful beauty of its cock. It no longer looks repulsive. It is almost handsome as the vibrations drive me higher and higher toward the peak of pleasure.
Suddenly, hot liquid spurts from a hole in the tip of the phallus, and I scream deliriously as it hammers into the most intimate recesses of my body. The cock is vibrating inside of my belly like an electric tuning fork. Without warning, my in-sides seem to explode in a surging series of orgasms that makes my cunt flutter delectably.
I am in a daze of pleasure and pain as I watch the villagers celebrating. Several of the women come toward me, carrying bundles of small sticks. They pile them between my spread legs and one of the women lights the pile with a torch.
I shriek hysterically as I see what they are going to do, but they pay no attention to my outcries. The flames from the small fire lick up at my crotch and my abdominal muscles twitch convulsively at the pain. The flames that brush against my cunt are just enough to singe my pubic hairs without causing critical injury. By the time they take me down from the posts, the flesh of my cunt and the lower part of my buttocks have a pink tinge from the burning. My skin is very tender as I am lowered from the stone phallus and I feel every inch of the impalement. I am beginning to come, again.
Then the corncob again is injected, this time up my rectum. Hot and greasy and rough, up my asshole. At the same time a native jabs his prick up my opened cunt. I want to stay like this forever.
Chapter Three
It is late at night and I have just come home from working overtime at the office. I am looking forward to a warm, relaxing bath before I go to bed. I hum to myself as I close the door and place my purse on a small table.
Walking quickly across the living room, I wiggle my wide hips in an unconscious feminine motion, and my large breasts bounce rhythmically with my movements. I unbutton my blouse and slip it from my shoulders as I enter the bedroom and turn on the light. Opening the closet, I put my blouse on a hanger. I fumble with the catches of my skirt and slide it down over my hips, stepping out of it and hanging it with my other skirts. Pulling up my slip, I work it over my full breasts and strip it over my head. I shake out my hair and hang up the slip. Taking off my shoes, I place them in the closet and close the door.
Moving quietly in my stocking feet, I walk over to the dresser as I reach behind my back to unfasten my brassiere. I sigh with pleasure as my full breasts are released from their taut confines, and I carefully rub the satiny flesh where the bra straps have indented the surface.
Slipping my fingers into my panties, I slide the garment down over my hips and step out of it. Unsnapping my garters from my stockings, I remove my garter belt. My stockings slide smoothly off my beautiful legs. Now I am naked. The soft brown hair of my pussy forms a delicate triangle, pointing toward the female entrance between my thighs.
Enjoying the delicious feeling of being completely nude in the privacy of my apartment, I walk quickly toward the bathroom. I step into the bathroom and switch on the light. I bend over to turn on the water.
The sound of the running water fills the bathroom, and I do not hear the opening of a window in another part of the apartment. The window stops when it is partly open and a man looks cautiously inside. He hears the water running, and he knows that it will cover his movements as he robs the apartment.
Placing both hands under the window, he slides it upward as quietly as possible. This will be an easy job for him since my apartment is on the first floor. He lifts his leg confidently over the sill. As he steps into the room, he switches on a flashlight. Flashing it around the darkened room, he looks for things of value.
I am completely unaware of the presence of a burglar in my apartment as I get into the tub. As I settle into the tub, I smile with contentment at the soothing feeling of the warm water as it surrounds my body. I wriggle my hips with a little movement of satisfaction and reach for the soap. Dropping a washrag into the water, I rub soap into it and begin washing my slim shoulders.
In the other room, the burglar is still looking for some money. He is becoming irritated as he realizes that he has broken into a woman's apartment. He can't expect any really big haul in here, because women collect a lot of things that have no real value. He doesn't like to steal jewelry or furs because they are too hard to get rid of. This time, though, he will probably have to settle for the jewelry. That means that he will have to go into the bedroom and reveal his presence.
He pulls a small gun from his pocket and steps softly toward the door. Opening it, he finds himself in the living room. On the table near the door is my purse and he smiles with satisfaction. Maybe he will find enough money in there. Putting his gun back in his pocket, he walks quickly across the room and opens the purse.
He curses as he finds that it is only filled with small bills and change. The burglar is getting very angry at not having found anything of value. He pulls out his gun as he heads toward the bedroom.
Inside of the bedroom, the burglar moves quickly over to the dresser and begins looking through the drawers. To his disgust, he finds nothing, but he is determined to make me reveal the hiding place of things worth stealing. He walks over to the bathroom door and pushes it carefully with his hand.
I do not hear the door opening. I hum happily to myself as I continue washing. The burglar watches my beautiful body silently for a moment. Suddenly feeling a draft from the open door, I glance quickly up and see him standing there.
My eyes widen in horror at the intruder. Clutching my hands over my full breasts, I open my mouth to scream. He raises the gun. I choke back my scream, and I ask him what he wants. He demands to know where I hide my valuables. I tell him that I don't have any.
Now the burglar is standing next to the tub and looking down at me. I am terrified because I don't have anything that is worth very much, and I ask him to please go away. He snarls that he will get something if he has to take it out of my body.
Trembling with fear, I watch him reach toward a towel rack and lift off a length of small hose. It has a shower head on it that I use for washing my hair. He pulls off the shower head. He orders me to get on my hands and knees in the tub. I am too frightened to disobey him, and I arrange myself as ordered pleading with him not to hurt me. He ignores my words and I shiver as I feel his hand on my naked back. It runs over the smooth wetness of my satiny flesh until it reaches my buttocks. He slides a finger between the cheeks of my ass until he reached my anus, and I emit sounds of dismay at the humiliation of this uninvited intimacy.
I feel the end of the hose being placed against my anus and I hold my breath. I know that he is going to shove the hose into my rectum, but I don't know what else he is planning to do. The small hose is thrust carefully into my opening and I feel an unexpected thrill as it slides slowly into my anus. It's not very big, but just the idea of having it pushed inside of me makes me feel erotic.
My breathing is quickening as the burglar reaches over for the cold water handle. He turns it on and I gasp as the water surges into my rectum. A flush suffuses my cheeks, and my nipples erect on my dangling tits. I concentrate on the cold liquid that is flowing into my ass.
The burglar increases the water pressure and I grunt with pleasure. The man notices that I am panting hard and hot. He reaches under me to cup my breast and feel my hard nipple. As he sees that I am enjoying it, he curses and turns off the water. It's obvious that I am not being tormented by what he is doing to me and he pulls the hose out of my rectum.
He swears that if he can't get my money, he is sure as hell going to get something else out of me.
As I turn around and sit back down in the tub, I watch him undress. Now he is completely naked and I know that he is going to carry out his threat. There is no way that I can resist him, and I watch with terror as he approaches the tub.
As he approaches me, his penis gradually hardens. It is obvious that my nudity is arousing this passions. He is lowering his hand toward me and I sit quietly, knowing that he might hurt me if I resist. His hand touches my bare shoulder and I shiver under the pressure of his fingers. I feel his hand slide down over my slippery skin and move around to the front of me.
In spite of the warmth of the water, goose-bumps break out on my smooth flesh as his hand slides over the upper curve of my breast. As he touches my pink nipple, he massages it slowly, and I blush as I feel it rise and distend. His hand moves down over the fullness of my breast and underneath as he cups my soft orb. My breathing quickens as I feel his fingers pressing into my firm mound and squeezing it.
The burglar's arm goes around my shoulders, and his other hand cups my chin to tilt my face upward. He is panting with desire as he lowers his face to mine. His passionate lips touch mine, and I try to resist for a moment, then I surrender to his superior power.
As his lips press harder against mine, I feel his tongue pushing between my lips and against my teeth. I open my mouth to let his tongue through. It feels as though I have dropped my last defenses and I let my arms fall limply to my sides as his tongue darts into my mouth and explores without any resistance from me. His hot breath pants into my throat and I find myself moving my tongue around his and tasting his strong male flavor.
I am breathing heavily as his hand squeezes my breast and works the nipple teasingly. His hand slides down from my breast and into the water to move boldly over my belly as my abdominal muscles twitch spasmodically in reaction to the unaccustomed familiarity. With an abrupt movement, he shoves his hand down between my thighs, and I give a muffled cry as his finger jabs into my slit. Suddenly, all hesitance is gone from me, and I spread my legs as I feel his finger slipping into my vagina. Thrills dart through my belly under his bold manipulations.
Reaching my hand over the edge of the tub, I fumble around until my hand brushes against his cock. It is solid and long. As I close my fingers around it, I can feel it throbbing with power, and I know that I would like to have it fucking me.
My small hand runs wetly along its rigid length as I pull on it. I urge the burglar to get closer.
His finger is moving rapidly inside of me, and I am panting with desire as he lifts his leg over the edge of the tub. He pulls his finger out of my cunt, and I lay back in the water, begging him to hurry and fuck my hole.
He is kneeling between my legs, and the water is splashing out of the tub as he lowers himself on top of me. Showering eager kisses over his face, I am pushed under the water onto my back. Only his arms around my shoulders hold my head above water as his weight settles down on top of me. I shove my hand between our wet bellies and close my fingers over the hot shaft of his virile prick. I am squirming beneath him and I can hardly wait to get that hard power-packed penis into my body. All I can think of is that I want to be fucked by this man who has conquered me.
It's hard to spread my legs any farther in the close confines of the tub, so I lift my legs out of the water and brace my heels on the rim. We are squirming against each other, trying to keep our slippery bodies joined as I pull his cock closer to my cunt.
His lips recapture mine, and I make muffled sounds of joy as I feel the head of his wonderful organ touch the soft flesh of my vulva. I am spreading open under its commanding pressure and I feel my cunt-lips surrounding the great girth of the throbbing tool as it forces its way toward my vagina.
Grunting, I feel my pussy wrap tighter around it, and I shake my arms around his torso to hold him on top of me.
Suddenly, my cunt is completely around the full circumference of the prick, and thrills of rapture shoot through my asshole as I feel him boring deeper into my female chamber. It feels so good to have the power of his masculinity shoving deeper inside of my delicate body!
My tongue slides into his mouth and twines with his in an intimate acceptance of his mastery. The hot flesh of his cock abruptly slips deep into my belly, and I almost faint with the pleasure of being impaled on his virility.
With rhythmic movements, the burglar begins to pound his penis in and out of my vagina. We are having difficulty in holding our wet bodies together. We clasp each other more tightly as I enjoy his pistoning power inside of my cunt.
Dropping my legs from the edge of the tub, I grip them around his waist and lass him madly as I beg him to give me a good fucking. His cock is ramming into my body with almost brutal force and I love every lunge that drives it into my willingly expanding love channel.
We are panting with mutual pleasure as both of us rise rapidly toward the ultimate sexual release. I urge him to pound me harder, and he does as I squeal with joy at the thrills that are filling my womb. I know that we are going to come and I grip him firmly between my thighs!
With a final thrust, he rams his seven-inch cock deep into my writhing pussy, and I rain kisses over his face as I wait for his prick to start ejaculating.
It jerks savagely inside of me, and I gasp for breath as I feel the hot jets of semen slamming into my excited hole. The feeling of his jerking cock in my belly sets my own reactions into motion and we seem to be coming together as I feel the hot injections of his powerful sperm.
As he pours his hot juice into my vagina, I squeal with delight at the virility of the prick that is throbbing like an orgiastic dynamo inside of my hot, wet cunt!
Chapter Four
I'm an American tourist in Arabia. I'm walking down the dusty street of a small Arab town, completely unmindful of the possibility that I might be in a dangerous position. The buildings around me are the mud brick type that the Arabs use, and from the high tower of a minaret can be heard the fading voice of a muezzin.
The day is warm, and I am wearing a white dress, my breasts thrusting boldly against the thin fabric. The dress buttons down the front, and it is open far enough at the throat to reveal the cleavage between my soft mounds.
I pause now and then at the stalls of the merchants and bend over to look at the goods on display. As I bend forward, my breasts hang heavily against the front of the dress and they reveal an inviting expanse to the lascivious eyes of the native Arab storekeepers. As I stroll through the market place, my large hips sway with an unconscious grace that can't help but attract attention.
Innocently unaware of all of the interest I am attracting, I tour the small town. In the meantime, and unknown to me, an Arab storekeeper has left his store and gone into a narrow alley. The wind swirls his white robe around him as he heads quickly to a doorway among the tightly packed mud brick buildings.
Two other Arabs are standing in the shadows, and they hold a hurried conversation as the storekeeper points in the direction of the marketplace. The dark faces of the other two Arabs crease in stained-tooth grins as they listen to him.
Then they leave the doorway and walk rapidly down the alley. They skulk along a narrow passage that opens onto the marketplace.
Completely unsuspecting, I am strolling leisurely along a winding street as I make my way back to the small hotel where I am staying. My long blonde hair is being fluffed by a breeze that also presses my dress smoothly against my beautiful body.
The Arabs edge closer to the entrance of the passage as they watch me coming closer. Suddenly, they leap out of the passage, and I gasp in astonishment as they surround me. Before I can cry out for help, a large hand is clamped over my mouth. I am carried, struggling uselessly, into the shadows of the passage.
The Arabs are too big and strong for me to fight. Fear surges through me as they finally stop and push me against a wall. I cower here, staring at them in terror as I feel the wall against my back. My large breasts rise and fall rapidly with my agitated breathing, and the eyes of the Arabs gleam lustfully as they gaze at my soft tits pressing against the dress.
One of the Arabs reaches out, and his fingers close around the mound of my right tit. As his hand cups me through the dress, I feel a strange tingle of excitement, and I blush at my own reaction to the touch of a stranger.
The Arabs laugh at my embarrassment, and the one who is fondling me begins to unbutton the front of my dress. I make no attempt to resist, because I know that it is useless. I feel the dress loosen around my shoulders, and a ripple of goose-bumps appears on the upper mounds of my breasts.
My dress is unbuttoned all of the way down, and the other two Arabs help the first to undress me. I try to object indignantly, but they pay no attention to my words. They don't understand English. My dress is slipped from my shoulders and falls to the dirt of the alley.
I am beginning to pant as they grasp the hem of my slip and pull it upward. Knowing that I have to obey them, I raise my arms to make it easier for them to remove my slip, and they pull the garment over my head. I am now wearing only my brassiere, panties, stockings and shoes. Their hands feel coarse against my delicate skin as they unsnap my brassiere and slip the straps from my slim shoulders.
The Arab in front of me pulls the cups from my breasts. He drops the brassiere to the ground. Then his hands curl around my tits. He begins to fondle and squeeze. My nipples grow erect as I feel my soft flesh trapped in his hands. I lean forward to hang my breasts into his palms.
I tremble with pleasure as I feel the other Arabs pulling my panties down over my wide hips. The nylon garment is slipped down my legs and pulled from around my ankles, leaving me totally naked except for my shoes and stockings and garter belt.
Three pairs of hands are moving continually over my white flesh, and I wriggle with delight at the feelings that are going through me. I am still leaning forward with my breasts contained in the hands of the Arab in front of me, but I arch my hips upward to present my ass for fondling to the Arabs behind me.
I'm really getting hot as I feel the hands roving over my buttocks. I spread my legs apart, bracing myself with my hands on my knees. A finger slips between the cheeks of my ass and I feel it probing at my anus. It suddenly stabs inward and I grunt as it slides into my rectum.
As it moves inside of me, I tremble with pleasure and start to perspire. The finger is finally pulled out of my hind end, and the Arabs turn me around to face the wall. I know that they want to fuck me in the ass and I steady myself with my hands against the wall, spreading my legs apart and thrusting my buttocks outward invitingly.
One of the Arabs lifts his robe and grasps his dark prick. He pumps it slowly to get it as hard as possible, then he places the broad head carefully between the cheeks of my ass.
I quiver with fear as I feel the huge male organ pushing in until it is pressing against my anus. As it begins to spread my sphincter muscle, I cry out in pain.
The Arabs laugh at my discomfort, and I blush. I am panting and moaning as I feel the hard cock expanding my rectal tissues. The Arab's arms are holding me tightly around the waist, and I can feel Iris hot breath against my naked back.
He shoves hard and I scream as I feel the stiff penis ram deep into my rectum. With another shove, he has it all of the way into me, and my asshole is throbbing with agony. Grunting like an animal, he begins to thrust his cock in and out of my hind hole. It hurts me terribly, and perspiration streams from my nude flesh as I submit to the ass fucking.
The Arab finally rams his cock as deep into me as he can get it, and I groan from the penetration. His arms tighten around my waist, and his cock starts jerking hard in my rectum as a hot stream of his semen slams into my body. It suddenly feels good, and I make sounds of pleasure as I receive his ejaculation.
When the first Arab is finished with me, the others take their turns at using my asshole for their pleasure. I stand here submissively as they pound their cocks into my body and fill me with their juice. After they have completed their fucking, I am trembling with exhaustion and leaning weakly against the wall.
One of them grabs my bare arm and shakes me, pointing at my clothing on the ground. Understanding what he wants, I begin dressing. My face is crimson with embarrassment at what they have done to me, and I shrink from them as I button my dress.
My arms are pulled roughly behind me. I gasp with pain as a rope is tied cruelly around my wrists. Holding onto my arms, the Arabs drag me down the shadowed alley to a panel truck at the other end. The back doors are opened and I am pushed into the vehicle. I am forced to lie down on the rusted metal floor, and my ankles are bound together. The doors are closed, and I lie helplessly in the darkness, listening to the engine start.
The truck begins to move. I can hear the muffled sounds of the marketplace as we pass through it. In a few minutes, the noises of the town fade away and we are moving over rough ground. I am bouncing uncontrollably on the metal floor, and it hurts my soft body.
Panting from the exertion, I moan as my body rolls from one side to the other. I have no idea how much time has passed, but we are suddenly rolling along smooth ground again. The sounds of many voices come through the walls as the truck stops.
The back doors of the vehicle are opened. The Arabs untie my feet. As I am pulled out of the truck, I see crowds of Arabs staring at me with interest. Over the heads of the crowd, I see a platform with naked girls on it. I know that this is a slave auction and I tremble with fear.
The crowd parts to let us through. Incapable of resistance, I am led around to the back of the platform. I find myself in a crowd of girls, all of whom are naked. The girls babble among themselves and examine me with curiosity because of my white skin and blonde hair. I notice that they are a mixture of dark-skinned Arab girls and Negroes. I listen to the voice of the auctioneer on the platform as the girls are led, one at a time, to be sold to the highest bidder. My turn finally comes and I am dragged up onto the platform. I am frightened as I am forced to the front of the platform to face the large throng that is staring up at me. They know that I am scared.
The auctioneer unties my hands and says something in Arabic, gesturing with a long stick in his hand. I know that he wants me to undress, and I shake my head negatively, backing away from the edge of the platform. The auctioneer slashes downward with his long stick and I feel it strike hard across my buttocks. With a shriek, I stop backing away and I stare at him in fear.
Reluctantly, I raise my hands to the front of my dress and open the buttons with trembling fingers, then I slip the garment from my shoulders. Dropping the dress to the floor of the platform, I reach down to grasp the hem of my slip. I work the slip up over my beautifully curved body and pull it over my head. My panting breasts are straining at the brassiere as I reach behind me to unfasten the catches. My delicate fingers pluck the straps from my slim shoulders and I pull the cups from my breasts.
Sounds of appreciation come from the slave buyers as they see the fullness of my breasts and the stiff pink nipples.
My cheeks are warm with humiliation as I hook my fingers into the elastic waistband of my panties and work them carefully down over my well rounded hips. I slip them down my smoothly curved legs and step out of the garment. Still bent over, I remove my shoes. I straighten up naked except for my garter belt and nylons.
The auctioneer spanks my buttocks with his stick to stop me from undressing any further. I face the crowd, my white skin contrasting with the darker shade of my nylon stockings and making me appear almost lewdly naked.
My arms hang loosely at my sides. The auctioneer begins haranguing the buyers, pointing at various parts of my nude body with his stick. The stick pokes at my bare breasts as I stand submissively. My spirit is broken and I will do anything that he tells me to do. I am no longer a free woman, but merely a naked slave girl being sold to the highest bidder.
I feel the stick under one of my breasts, and the auctioneer bounces my soft white globe as I blush with embarrassment. He laughs at my discomfiture, and he jabs his stick at my hands. I obediently raise my arms over my head with a graceful motion, exposing my entire body to the prodding of the stick.
I gasp as he jabs at my pussy. As the end of the stick pushes between the folds of my slit, it touches my clitoris and sends an erotic thrill through my belly. Under the prodding of the stick, I turn around and expose my naked back to the slave buyers.
I feel the rough wood moving over my satiny flesh, and it pokes at my buttocks. Knowing what he wants, I bend over, and my breasts sway as I reach behind me and grasp the sides of my buttocks with my hands. I spread the cheeks apart, exposing my anus. The auctioneer places the end of the stick at my asshole and begins pushing it steadily inward.
Breathing heavily, I feel a thrill inside of me as the stick sinks into my rectum. Having proven that I can be fucked in the ass, the Arab makes me straighten up and once more face the crowd.
My face is flushed with shame as I watch the Arabs bidding for me. Some of them climb up onto the platform to examine me more closely. One of them lifts his dark hand and pushes his fingers at my lips. I obediently open my mouth and he shoves his fingers inside. I can feel them probing around as I hold my mouth wide open so he can examine the condition of my teeth.
Other hands are pinching and testing the skin of my body and checking the quality of my blonde hair. I grunt as a finger is shoved into my vagina, and I spread my thighs to give the hands room to explore. Another finger is shoved up into my rectum, and I stand quietly as the two fingers move around inside of me. I can't control myself as I thrill to the intimate examination.
My breasts are fondled and my nipples stand up stiffly on the soft mounds of flesh. I am panting with pleasure when the auctioneer finally motions the Arabs away from me.
A richly dressed Arab steps up onto the platform and extends a bag of money toward the auctioneer. He takes it and looks inside.
At a gesture from the auctioneer, two strong Arabs grab my arms and lead me to the back of the platform. They pull me down the steps and lead me over to a gate in a brick wall. On the other side, I find myself in a small enclosure.
There is a wooden post in the center and I am led over to it. My wrists are tied together and bound to the post so that my arms are raised over my head. My garter belt and stockings are stripped from me, and I am standing barefooted on the hard ground.
One of the Arabs strips off his robe and is now clad only in a short garment around his waist. He picks up a whip and approaches me. Raising the whip, he slashes it across my naked back. I scream as I feel the pain lance through my body. Writhing and shrieking, I feel the lash beat on my unprotected skin as I hang helplessly against the post. When the Arab finally stops whipping me, I am covered with red welts from my shoulders to my ankles. I beg them not to do it again, insisting that I will be a good slave.
I am released and dragged over to an anvil. Steel bracelets with rings on them are produced. The bracelets are half open, and one of them is slipped over my wrist. My wrist is held on the anvil and the bracelet hammered closed. The same is done to my other wrist. A chain is attached to the bracelets and my wrists are firmly locked together.
One of the Arabs grabs my shoulders and holds me tightly as the other lifts my leg and rests my ankle on the anvil. I feel the steel placed around it, then the manacle is hammered closed. The same is done to my other ankle, and I am permanently chained. The Arab at the anvil picks up a length of chain, but does not place it on my ankles. Carrying it, he leads the way as the other Arab holds onto my arm and pulls me toward the gate.
On the other side of the gate is a string of horses. At the head of the line, my master is mounted and waiting. He glances at my whip-marked nakedness with satisfaction, then he says something in Arabic.
The two Arabs lead me over to a horse that is standing near a low wall. I notice that the saddle of the horse has a heavy post in the center of it. The post is about ten inches high and two inches in diameter. I am lifted to the wall, and one of the Arabs climbs up beside me while the other goes around to the far side of the horse. Reaching across the horse, he grabs my ankle while the other Arab balances me.
My legs are spread across the saddle, and I suddenly know what they are going to do. I feel the blunt end of the post touch my slit. As the weight of my body presses downward, I cry out in pain as I feel my vulva opening to accept the post. I spread wider and wider. I am sweating and panting in agony as the post pushes farther until I am stretched tightly around it.
They are lowering me very carefully, and I feel my vagina expanding to adjust to the hard intruder. As I am slowly lowered, the post gradually vanishes into my cunt until my buttocks are resting on the saddle. I feel like my vagina is filled to bursting as I sit impaled on the post.
The chain is fastened to one of the manacles on my ankles and pulled under the belly of the horse to be locked onto the other manacle. I am firmly imprisoned on top of the horse with my wrists of the line. The horses begin to trot away from the shackled behind me.
My master nods in satisfaction. He gives the order for the horses to follow him. I am at the end slave market and head toward the edge of the small village.
I gasp as I find myself bouncing up and down on the post, and the friction is becoming extremely pleasant inside of my vagina. The horse between my legs feels exquisitely wonderful, and I begin to make sounds of pleasure.
As we leave the village and head out into the desert, a rapturous feeling is growing in my belly. The post becomes slippery with the liquid from my cunt as I slide up and down on it. I can't help myself! I am making happy cries as I bounce in time with the movements of the horse.
The riders ahead of me turn and shout derisive encouragement as my face turns red with shame and pleasure. My naked breasts are jiggling rhythmically and the nipples are stiff and pink. I am panting with anticipation as a wonderful feeling suffuses my belly. I wish it would hurry, but I am completely at the mercy of the post on which 1 am impaled.
The horses begin to trot faster as we get farther into the desert, and I know that it won't be too long before I come. Suddenly, I am filled with a fire of ecstasy as a fabulous orgasm surges through my belly. I squeal with pleasure, unable to stop coming and not wanting to! The post inside of my cunt is so hard and long and it feels so good. Fuck me! FUCK ME! I LIKE IT!
Chapter Five
It is late at night and I am walking along without any fear. The street lights give good illumination, and my apartment building is only a block away. My high heels tap delicately on the sidewalk and I have a slight smile on my lips. I am wearing a ruffled white blouse and a light colored skirt. My undergarments are a brassiere, a slip and panty-hose. They are so light that I can hardly feel them.
My breasts are bouncing rhythmically with my steps, and my purse is tucked under my arm. I hear the sound of an automobile engine. I glance toward the street in time to see a shiny red convertible pull up to the curb. The occupant leans over to the window on the street side and speaks to me.
He is a very black, heavyset Negro. I am a very trusting girl and I smile back at him. Then I walk over to the car. We talk for a few minutes, and I giggle at his compliments about my figure. He unlatches the door and swings it open, inviting me inside.
I hesitate for a moment, then smilingly I accept the invitation. Brushing my skirt under me, I step gracefully into the car and close the door. I sit quietly with my purse in my lap and my legs close together. The delicate fragrance of my perfume enhances my femininity as I smile up at the Negro.
He grins, and his teeth are a startling white against his black face. Reaching out a hand, he touches my shoulder, and I shiver a little as I feel his fingers through the thin fabric of my blouse. Seeing that I am not objecting to his touch, he becomes bolder and slips his hand across the back of my neck to the other shoulder.
As his hand closes on my shoulder, I relax and let him pull me toward him. I feel weak and helpless in the curve of his arm as he pulls me against him. Resting my head on his shoulder, I feel his large lips touching my cheek, and my breath quickens. I rub my cheek against his lips, and I turn my head so that our lips are lightly touching.
My lips part, and I feel his hot breath entering my mouth as he presses his lips more firmly against mine. His tongue pushes against my teeth, and I open my mouth wider. A small sound of pleasure comes from my throat as I feel his tongue sliding all of the way into my mouth. Panting, I caress his tongue with my own and completely relax my body in his embrace.
Trembling with passion from the feeling of his tongue inside of my mouth, I feel his arm tightening around my slim shoulders. His other arm encircles my waist, and he turns me toward him, pressing my willing body firmly against his. His arm loosens around my waist, and his hand moves upward until it is below my breast.
Gently running his hand over the ruffles of my blouse, he gradually spreads his fingers around my breast. As he fondles my tit through the thin cloth, I go limp in complete surrender.
He releases my breast, and his fingers start working at the small buttons on the front of the blouse. I can hardly wait until he gets it open.
When the blouse is open, he pushes it aside and runs his hand up over the slippery surface of the nylon slip. He pulls his tongue out of my mouth, and I gasp for air. I tilt my head back against his shoulder. He kisses my neck. His hand spreads over the soft upper mounds of my breasts and moves toward my shoulder. He slides the blouse and my shoulder straps across my smooth skin and down my arm.
My right breast is now naked, and his hand moves down to it. As his fingers pinch the stiff pink nipple, a tremor of pleasure courses through me. Then his black hand closes over my soft white breast. His lips once more capture mine, and his tongue plunges into my eager mouth.
Suddenly the Negro laughs and pulls his arm from around my shoulders. He reaches for the steering wheel and starts the engine, guiding the car away from the curb. My cheeks are flushed, and I am dazed with passion as I readjust my shoulder straps with trembling fingers.
I button up the blouse and move over on the seat until I am cuddled up against him, resting my hand on his thigh. I know he is taking me to where he lives on the other side of town.
We finally stop in front of a wood frame house set back in a small yard. He gets out of the car and comes around to the sidewalk to open the door for me. His arm slides around me, and I put my arm around his waist as we walk up to the front porch.
We climb the stairs and he unlocks the door. He urges me inside. He switches on the light, and closes the door as I turn around to face him. My purse drops to the floor as I slip my arms up around his neck and feel his strong arms curling around my soft body. I tilt up my head and close my eyes. His lips once more press against mine, and his tongue explores the inside of my mouth.
The Negro presses me tightly to him, and my breasts flatten against his chest as I absorb the hot wetness of his tongue kiss. Pushing his hand against my buttocks, he forces my belly firmly against him. The hardness of his cock presses through his pants, and I am weak with desire for its throbbing length.
He steps back a few paces. I touch my fingers to my burning cheeks and brush a wisp of my blonde hair back from my forehead. Then I smile at him and my hands drop to the front of my blouse. With nervous fingers, I work the buttons until my blouse is open, I shrug my shoulders slightly, letting the fragile blouse slip to the floor.
Unfastening my skirt, I push it from my hips and step out of it. I pull my slip up over my head, then shake out my long hair until it hangs straight again. Bending over, I slip my shoes from my feet.
I straighten up and reach behind my back to open the catches of my brassiere, then I slide it from my shoulders and pull the cups away fro my large breasts. My titties sway as I hook my fingers into the waistband of my panty-hose and work them down over my wide hips. I slide the garment down over my well-curved legs and pull it from my feet, then straighten up completely naked.
Running my hands over my bare belly, I cup my breasts and squeeze them. I am conscious of the stiffness of my nipples as I stare at the bulge in the front of the Negro's pants. I am breathing heavily with desire. His eyes are roving lustfully over my nudity and a grin is fixed on his black face.
I slide my hands down to my hips and slowly sink to my knees on the floor, looking up at him. He steps forward until he is standing in front of me, and the bulge in his pants is directly before my face.
Reaching up, I grasp the zipper on the front of his pants and pull it down. I reach my hand inside, and my heart beats faster as I close my fingers around his fully erected cock. I work his penis free of his pants until it is hanging before me like a great staff.
I can hardly control myself as I reach up and close both of my small hands around the hard, hot flesh. It's so big that my fingers can't meet around it, and I enjoy the feeling of its masculinity against my sweating palms. My full breasts are heaving with my passion. I lick my tongue across my soft lips.
Leaning forward, I touch the tip of my tongue tentatively to the wrinkled foreskin, and a tingle of excitement goes through me at such an intimate contact. I wriggle my knees to get a little closer. I slide one of my small hands toward the head of the virile organ.
Carefully pulling back the foreskin, I expose the smooth knob of the glans and lick it gently. I can feel the pounding of his blood through the cock, and a shiver of pleasure thrills through my body.
I open my mouth wider, and my soft lips surround the hard flesh of the head of the prick. My tongue is active as it caresses the underside of the stiff organ, enjoying the strong manly taste.
The Negro's hands are petting my silky blonde hair as I gradually widen my mouth around his penis until it is fitted between my teeth. I am careful not to press my teeth too hard against the flesh as I ease the throbbing cock into my mouth. Panting with rapture, I feel the hot flesh slide over my tongue and fill my mouth with its male-ness.
It is almost into my throat when I stop.
The Negro sighs with satisfaction, and I know that he is enjoying the feeling of his cock inside of the hot wetness of my mouth.
I begin pulling back my head and the penis makes a slurping sound as it emerges from my lips, wet with my saliva. Holding onto the base of the penis with both hands, I once more thrust my head forward. A thrill surges through my loins as I again feel its hard length filling my mouth. I begin moving my head slowly, but steadily as I slide my mouth up and down the slippery black shaft.
The Negro is panting as my ministrations bring him ever closer to a climax. The only other sound in the room is the sucking of my wet mouth up and down his stiff penis as I kneel before him. I can feel the prick beginning to tremble inside of my orifice, and his hands begin to grip my head tighter until my movements are restricted.
Suddenly, he holds my head still and forces his cock deeper into my mouth until it is touching the back of my throat and his curly black pubic hairs are touching my face. I make a gurgling sound as the cock jerks spasmodically inside of my mouth, and a hot stream of his semen jets into my throat. Gulping noisily, I swallow the male sperm that slams repeatedly into my throat.
My arms drop limply to my sides, and I am too weak to move as the Negro holds onto my head and slides his cock slowly inside of my mouth. He finally pulls out his penis, and I gasp for air. Reaching down, he places his hands under my armpits and lifts me to my feet. I lean languidly against him and wrap my arms around his neck as he encircles my naked body with his strong arms and pats me on my buttocks.
His lips press against mine in a hot kiss for a few minutes. Then I rub my sweating cheek against his, whispering in his ear and thanking him for letting me suck his cock.
He turns me around and slaps me on my wide buttocks. I obediently stumble over to the couch and sink gracefully down on it, turning to look adoringly up at him. He is removing his clothing, and I stare with fascination as each garment is removed from his body. He drops the last article of clothing and stands there completely naked, his powerful muscles rippling under his shiny black skin.
He walks toward me, his cock and testicles jiggling with his steps. His prick is still shining with the wetness of my saliva and I lick my lips so I remember how good it tasted.
As he sits down on the couch beside me, I sway toward him, and his arm pulls me against him. His lips once more capture mine and I close my eyes as I enjoy the entrance of his tongue.
I feel his large hand sliding over my neck and down over the soft flesh of the upper parts of my breasts. I am breathing rapidly as his fingers touch my nipple and squeeze it gently, coaxing it to grow hard and hot in his grip.
Muffled sounds of pleasure come from my throat as he spreads his fingers around my breast and fondles the firm, satiny globe. I feel happily imprisoned in his embrace.
My right arm is hanging limply at my side, but my left hand rubs along the hard muscles of his thigh. As he squeezes my breasts, I move my hand over his leg until my fingers come into contact with his stiff pubic hairs. I curl my fingers into the mat of hair for a moment, then slide my hand down until it touches the wrinkled skin of his shrunken cock. Closing my hand over it, I rub the tip with my thumb and the organ begins to stiffen. It thrills me to feel his masculinity enlarging under my touch.
In a few seconds, the penis has reached full erection, and is too big for my small hand. I shudder with the wanting of that black pillar inside of my soft white body.
The Negro's hand is moving over my ribs, then down until he is petting the naked skin of my belly as my feminine muscles quiver under his commanding touch. His hand slips toward the soft down of my pubic hairs, and he pets the curls for a moment. With a sure, steady motion, his finger presses between the folds of skin and enters my vulva. I feel a growing excitement, and I spread my thighs apart in a smooth motion as his finger feels around in my crack. Uncontrollable sounds of pleasure come from my throat as he touches my clitoris, and I grip his hard cock more tightly.
I am perspiring as his tongue leaves my mouth. I draw in great gulps of air, and my head drops back on his shoulder as his lips kiss my throat. His finger steadily rubs my clitoris, sending waves of sensuality through my loins. Moving his lips down over my slim neck, he places a hot kiss at the base of my throat.
Now his finger has left my button and is moving toward the entrance of my body. I am too weak to do anything but lie limply in his embrace and fondle his great cock. My hand grips his penis tighter with a spasmodic reaction as his finger probes into my cunt. I emit a small cry of joy as the digit pushes inside of my vagina. As his finger moves with constant erotic intimidation inside of me, his lips drift down over the upper mound of my breast. His arm tightens around my shoulders as his lips close over my nipple and he sucks it into his mouth.
My body shudders with a delicious reaction as I feel my nipple being pulled into the hot wetness and he titillates it with his tongue until it is a hard pink erection. His finger is moving more boldly inside of the warm softness of my vagina. Breathing rapidly, I know that I am getting ready to come. Gasping cries come from my throat as his finger triggers a glorious orgasm.
As the orgasm gradually subsides, I rest in his arms while he pets my naked body. Dazed with pleasure, I feel his hand slipping under my knees. He rises to his feet, cradling me in his arms and starts toward the bedroom. The door is already open and he walks through, holding me in his powerful arms as if I were as light as a feather.
It is dark in the bedroom, but enough light comes through the window so that I can see the bed. The covers are already pulled back, and the white sheets look cool and inviting. The Negro lowers my feet and I press against him, thrilling to the feeling of his naked black body against my delicate white flesh. I curl my arms around his neck and lift my lips for his kiss. As his lips press against mine, I open my mouth for the entrance of his tongue. His arms increase their pressure on my back, pushing my full breasts firmly against his chest. His hot male breath blows into my mouth with his heavy breathing, and I squirm my belly against his as I feel the hardness of his cock against my cunt.
Parting my legs slightly, I let the long penis slide between them. His hand slides down my naked back and spreads over my buttocks, holding me in place as he begins to rub his rigid prick between my legs. I am trembling with desire as I feel his hard virility in such close contact with my slit. He rubs his cock harder against me, and I raise up on my toes and spread my knees farther apart to give him better access to my cunt. Our tongues tangle hotly and I am panting with pleasure in the grip of his muscular arms.
He urges me toward the bed and I climb eagerly onto the cool sheets, stretching out to await my lover. The bed creaks under his great weight and his black skin stands out boldly against the white linen as he settles beside me. The warmth of his body is comforting as I wriggle into his embrace.
We kiss, and he runs his hand gently over the satiny expanse of my nude back as his arms hold me closer. Our kiss is filled with love that welds our naked figures firmly together. He pushes his hand against the small of my back and I lift my leg over his hip to give his stiff penis room to abrade my crotch.
Excitement tingles through my cunt as I feel the long, hard male tool rubbing rhythmically between my thighs. I begin to move my hips in rhythm with his thrusts, and perspiration gleams on my beautiful body as I struggle to get closer to him.
As the Negro begins to push me over on my back, I whisper words of affection into his ear and tell him how much I want his big cock inside of my womb. He is climbing on top of me and I am spreading my legs wide apart. As his heavy body settles down on me, I gasp for breath and wrap my arms around his powerful torso.
He lowers his hips between my thighs, and I am almost delirious with joy at the feeling of his body pressing me down into the mattress. Forcing my hand between our sweating bellies, I fumble for his cock. Then I close my fingers around its great girth.
He raises up a little and I place the warm head of the organ against my slit. My lover slowly begins shoving his penis into me, and my abdominal muscles contract spasmodically as I feel the hard prick spreading the lips of my cunt. A twinge of pain stabs through my crotch, and I am astonished at the size of the male organ that is boring steadily into me.
My tissues open reluctantly to receive it and I hold my arms tightly around him, giving little grunts as I feel him advancing into my warm sucking snatch. The cock is inside of my vagina, and I kiss him passionately as I feel it pushing deeper into my belly.
Both of our bodies are covered with sweat as I feel his testicles finally resting against my buttocks. The cock begins to slide out of my vagina and I press the insides of my thighs against his hips as a thrilling sensation fills my fuck hole. He begins to slide his penis in and out of me as I rub my hands over his sweat slippery back.
I lick the perspiration from his black face and whisper obscene suggestions into his ear as his virile instrument plunges deep into me and my vagina expands to accommodate it. His powerful arms tighten around my shoulders as he pounds his cock harder into my body.
I wrap my legs around his waist and urge him to fuck me harder as I feel myself approaching a climax. He suddenly rams his cock deep into my belly and it jerks savagely, slamming a hot stream of semen into my female organs. I cry out in ecstasy as my system explodes in an orgasm. In almost hysterical pleasure, I wrap my arms and legs more tightly around the Negro as I thrill to him coming inside of me and filling my body with his hot sperm. The great river of his virility hammers steadily into my hole as I wriggle my hips and try to help him drive his big, hard cock as far into me as it will go.
Chapter Six
I am dead. I am lying in my coffin in a funeral parlor. The coffin is lined with white satin. I am dressed in a pale-blue gown that is arranged delicately around my cold body. There are other coffins in the room, and some of them contain the bodies of young girls.
The large room is silent. No one is in the funeral home except the corpses. Only the moonlight coming through the curtained windows gives a faint illumination to the room.
The front door opens quietly and Stanley steps into the room, closing the door gently behind him. He walks slowly over to the nearest coffin and glances down into it.
Lying quietly in the coffin is the body of a young girl with blonde hair. Her eyes are closed and her lips look like she is smiling slightly. She is very pretty and she looks as if she was no more than fifteen years old when she died.
Stanley reaches a hand into the coffin and touches her cheek. The flesh is cold, but smooth and delicate beneath his fingers. He runs his fingers down to the throat, enjoying the feeling of femininity that doesn't care how old he is.
He bends over the coffin and lowers his face until it is close to the girl's. His lips touch hers, and he feels the coldness and lack of response. His breathing is quickening as he extends his tongue between the soft lips and begins forcing it between the teeth.
The girl's mouth opens reluctantly under the pressure, and he slides his tongue inside. The inside of her mouth is a cold contrast to his hot tongue, and he explores it leisurely, knowing that he has all night to do what he wants, and she won't stop him.
As he tongue-kisses the dead girl, Stanley's hand moves down over the front of her gown. His fingers brush delicately over the virginal mound of her breast. Cupping his hand around the soft bulge of flesh, he fondles it for awhile.
His hand leaves the breast and moves down across her body to her belly. Hesitating for a moment, he wonders if he should violate the dead any farther. Then he decides that he might as well go all the way, since he is already kissing her.
His hand moves down to her pubic area, and he presses his fingers through the thin fabric of the gown to rub the soft cunt. With his other hand, he opens the front of his pants and pulls out his cock. The organ grows long and hard under the manipulations of his fingers and he is panting with desire.
Pulling his tongue out of the girl's mouth, he begins undressing. He drops his clothing on the floor next to the coffin, knowing that no one will come in to disturb him. The air of the room is cool on his naked body, and he knows that it has to be that way to preserve the dead. He reaches into the coffin and grasps the hem of the girl's gown, slowly working it up over her young body and enjoying the sights that are revealed.
He has a little trouble pulling the gown beyond her hips, because there is no life in her to help him. He lifts her in his arms and works the gown up to her shoulders. With a little effort, he gets her arms out of the sleeves and pulls the garment over her head.
The girl is now totally nude and Stanley can't control himself any longer. With his arms around her shoulders, he holds her in a sitting position in the coffin. Her head rests limply against his shoulder as he kisses the cold lips and runs his hand over the bare arm that hangs lifelessly.
He cups the hanging globe of one of her breasts and squeezes his fingers into the delicate flesh. The nipple remains unresponsive to his touch, and he releases it to move his hand down to her groin, forcing his fingers between her thighs. He is panting with desire and kissing her neck passionately as his finger slides between the lips of her slit and presses toward her vagina.
Sliding his finger in and out of the cold hole, he enjoys the intimacy that he has not known for such a long time. He finally withdraws his lips from hers and lays her back down in the coffin. Arranging her arms at her sides, he runs his hands down over her nude body until he reaches her thighs. There is plenty of room in the coffin for him to spread her legs apart, and he caresses her exposed crotch for a moment. Then he lifts his leg over the edge of the coffin and climbs in to kneel between her thighs.
Stanley's cock is long and hard as he lowers himself on top of the girl. He forces his arms around her slim shoulders and gets a thrill out of the feeling of her cold nakedness beneath him. Breathing heavily with anticipation, he presses his lips to hers and plunges his tongue into her mouth. He maneuvers his hips until he feels the soft folds of her slit against the head, then he gins to shove his throbbing organ into her.
The skin is tight and dry as the head of his prick spreads the delicate tissues. He grunts and shoves harder until he can feel himself spreading her vulva and entering her hole. Perspiration glistens on his body as he gradually bores deeper into the girl's belly, and he can feel her vagina surrounding his stiff penis. There is no warmth in her flesh, and no lubrication in her cunt, and he hopes that he is not hurting her, temporarily oblivious to the fact that the dead can feel no pain.
He finally penetrates to the full length of his cock and rests for a moment, enjoying the femininity surrounding his rigid virility. Gripping the girl firmly in his arms, Stanley begins sliding his cock in and out of her dry hole. As he becomes involved in his act, the sweat from his body moistens the girl's vagina and he starts to pump his prick inside of her with greater ease.
The only sounds in the room are the creaking of the coffin, and Stanley's grunts of exertion. A rapture is building up in his loins, and he works harder at pounding his hard tool in and out of the girl.
Suddenly, he knows that he is about to climax, and he rams his penis all of the way into her. His cock jerks and sends his semen pouring into her dead body as he kisses her passionately and feels a genuine affection for this young girl who is the receptacle for the masculine offering that is jetting into her organs.
Resting on top of her, Stanley savors the experience of his penis inside of her cunt. He gradually loses his rigidity and his shriveled organ slides out of the snatch. His hot semen seeps out of the girl's cunt and drips onto the white satin of the coffin.
With a final kiss of gratitude on the cold lips, Stanley climbs out of the casket. A feeling of remorse sweeps over him as he glances over toward my coffin. I am the one who opened this door for him, and he showed his thanks by fucking another girl.
Walking over to where I am lying, he stands silently looking down at me. I'm a lot different in many respects. He sees for the first time that I am a fully grown woman. My breasts are large and round and my hips are curved sensuously.
He reaches into the coffin and slips his arm under my shoulders. Lifting me slightly, he kisses my cold lips and squeezes the flesh of my breast through the gown. Then he looks around the room at the silent coffins that are stretched out in the shadows. He doesn't want to screw me in front of the other girl. Even though she is dead, he has the impression that it might hurt her feelings.
Sliding his other arm under my knees, he lifts me out of the casket. He is surprised to find that I'm not as heavy as he thought I would be. Carrying me lightly in his arms, he walks toward the back door of the building. Opening the door, he hears the sound of waves breaking on a shore. Moonlight in a clear sky shines down on a beach. The only thing that breaks the stillness is the sigh of the sea that seems to stretch to infinity.
Stanley steps out of the door and his bare foot sinks into the sand. He begins walking along the beach. In a few minutes, he is out of sight of the funeral home. The sand seems to extend forever, and he holds me closely as he carries me.
Stanley finally stops walking and lowers my feet to the sand. I hang lifelessly in his arms as he holds me against his nude body. No other human is anywhere near. We are alone in eternity. Holding me firmly with one arm, he begins pulling my gown upward. Somehow, he manages to get it up over my head and drops it to the sand.
Now I am completely naked and my full, soft breasts press against his chest as he runs his hand down over the satiny flesh of my back and caresses my buttocks. The cold flesh of my belly is tight against his, and he can feel the curls of my pubic hairs against his cock. His virile organ is becoming rigid and pushes against my vulva.
Forcing his knee between my legs, he makes room for his penis to extend between my thighs as he reaches full erection. Lowering his lips to mine, he kisses me and inserts his tongue into my mouth. The warm wetness of his tongue bathes my cheeks and teeth, but my mouth remains cold and unresponsive. He begins to rub his hard penis between my legs and gets a thrilling sensation from the feeling of my soft pussy against his prick.
Perspiration gleams on Stanley's skin as he presses me tighter against him and concentrates on the good feeling that is building in his sex organ. As he runs his hands over my naked body, I seem to be getting warmer and my flesh becomes more pliable.
His tongue plunges passionately into my mouth and I suddenly tremble, a small sound escapes from my throat. Miraculously, I am coming back to life beneath his ministrations. I squirm against him and begin to return his kisses. My tongue darts into his mouth and I lift my arms to wrap them around his neck.
Pressing my soft breasts against him and panting with desire, I shove my belly firmly against his and thrill to the size of his stiff penis between my thighs. He runs his hand up over my ribs and I turn slightly so he can close his fingers over my lush breast. Under the squeezing and fondling of his fingers, I feel my nipple rising. I am trembling with passion, and I feel a surge of love for this man who has brought me back to life.
Moving his hand away from my breast, Stanley slides it down over my abdomen and I shiver with delight as his fingers touch my slit and he inserts his finger. It slides into my vagina, and I am almost delirious with joy to have part of him inside of me.
I drop my hand to close it over his cock, tightly gripping his maleness and feeling it possessively. We stand face to face, kissing each other hotly and playing with each other's sex organs.
My hands can't seem to get enough of his wonderful body. With a wordless cry, I drop to my knees in front of him until I am close to that beautiful cock. I lift it and press my face close to the base of it. My tongue licks out and curls into his pubic hairs.
Panting with rapture, I move my tongue lower until I am licking his testicles. The delicious man-taste sends tremors of excitement through me as I bathe his balls until they are glistening with my saliva. I reach my hand up and touch them lightly, opening my mouth wide.
Working my fingers carefully, I gradually push the balls into my mouth until my cheeks are puffed with their great size. Sucking his nuts gently, I look up at him worshipfully. Taking great care not to hurt him, I pull my mouth away from his scrotum, letting it ease out of my orifice. His testicles are wet from my saliva and I kiss them tenderly.
Stanley kneels down in the sand in front of me, and we embrace with great passion, kissing and feeling each other intimately.
His rigid penis extends between my thighs and the touch of it sends electric tingles through my cunt. Under his urging, I fall back onto the sand and he lays down beside me. His arms enfold my body and press me close to him. His hand moves down my naked back to my waist and I wriggle closer to him. We kiss for a long time as his cock thrusts between my legs in slow movements.
I am panting with pleasure as he pulls his lips away and rolls me over onto my back. Staring up at the dark sky through passion-filmed eyes, I feel his hand moving over the front of my body with experienced strokes that arouse my passions as no other man could do.
He molds my breasts and titillates my firm nipples in marvelous ways. Moving down over my ribs, his magic hand caresses my abdomen as I squirm with exquisite pleasure.
As his fingers touch my pubic hairs, I spread my thighs wide apart in total submission to his desire. His lips recapture mine and I feel his hand slide between my legs and take possession of my crotch. Rubbing my pussy for awhile, he almost drives me mad with his lovemaking. I suddenly give a muffled cry of delight as his finger pushes into my vagina and takes command of the most intimate part of my body. His finger moves inside of me. I begin to arch my hips upward to meet the sure movements of the fabulous finger. He knows how much I need his love and sends me rising to the heights of rapture.
I can hardly wait for his ultimate penetration of my body, and I reach over to find his cock. Closing my fingers around it, I fondle it with the familiarity of love.
Stanley knows that it is time to take me. I plead with him to hurry as he changes his position and arranges his hips between my parted thighs. He lowers himself on top of me and I wrap my arms around his torso, raining kisses over his face and finally taking his tongue into my mouth.
I am breathing heavily as I feel his weight pressing me into the sand. The head of his prick parts the lips of my vulva and I moan and groan as my tongue tangles with his in uninhibited movements. My body slowly opens to admit the power of his rigid penis until I am spread to the full diameter of the magnificent organ. Unable to control my emotions, I lift my legs and twine them tightly around his waist to hold him as close to me as possible.
My naked body is glistening with perspiration as he begins to piston his cock inside of me. I am delirious with pleasure as he kisses my lips and cheeks and I rub my face against his in wordless appreciation of what he is doing for me. My belly is filled with magic as I feel him moving rhythmically inside of me, his solid penis pounding hard and confidently in the warm wetness of my cunt.
We are both sweating, and his belly slaps wetly against mine in time with the sure strokes of his hot cock. We are both grunting and straining against each other as we work together toward a climax.
Stanley is ramming his fucking tool into me with long, powerful thrusts and I am struggling to meet his penetrations with upward lunges of my hips. It feels so thrilling as it hammers deep into my welcoming belly! My god, it's so hard and long! He increases the speed of his fucking and I babble incoherent obscenities into his ear to encourage him to greater effort.
Panting on top of me, he finally pounds his prick all of the way into my slippery hole and strains to get it deeper. I cling to him tightly, holding my breath as I await the inevitable.
The ultimate moment is NOW! I feel his cock jerk inside of me and hot jets of semen slam into me. The wonderful power of his virility spurts into my body and I suddenly begin coming in exquisite spasms of ecstasy, kissing his face and sliding my hands over the slippery wetness of his back as my whole body trembles under the onslaught of the male liquid that is pounding into my belly!
Stanley has convinced himself that I'm alive. I don't mind it, though, because I'm only interested in the cock inside of my cunt. This is one of the best comes he's ever had and his hips jerk hard as he spews his semen into the rag until the cloth is soaking wet. With a sigh of satisfaction, he relaxes in an almost narcotic rapture. Part of him still enjoying the feeling of my wet vagina surrounding his cock.
It's too bad I will be dead when Stanley wakes up from his wet dream-but Stanley knows I'll never say no.
Chapter Seven
I am a single girl living in an apartment building. I have just packed my suitcase to go out of town for the weekend, and I am putting on my gloves. I am picking up my bag and walking toward the door when I hear a knock on the panel. I think it must be the cab driver, so I hurry to the door and open it.
With a gasp of surprise, I notice that several policemen are standing outside of the door. They glare at me and accuse me of trying to skip out of town to avoid arrest. Astonished at their accusation, I tell them that I don't know what they are talking about. They insist that I do know what they are talking about because a handkerchief with my initials on it was found in the apartment of a murder victim.
Shocked at being accused of murder, I step back. One of the cops grabs me and pulls my arms behind my back, slapping handcuffs on my wrists. Trembling with terror, I see the rest of the policemen pour into my apartment and start searching it. They empty all of the dresser drawers and throw everything out of my closet, demanding to know where I hid the gun. I tell them that I have never owned a gun, but they don't believe me.
Suddenly, they start searching me, and I blush with embarrassment as their hands rove over my delicate body.
A hand reaches inside of my blouse and searches my brassiere. As I feel the large masculine hand probing at my soft breast, I feel an involuntary thrill and my nipple rises to a stiff point. Other hands pull up my skirt and slide inside of my panties.
My face is crimson, and I am breathing hard as I feel all of those hands moving over the satiny flesh of my belly and buttocks. A hand slips between my thighs and I inhale sharply. I am trembling with pleasure.
Grabbing my arms, they drag me out of the apartment and down the hall. Other tenants are lining the hallway and giggling at my predicament. I plead with them to help me, but they just jeer and tell the cops not to be easy on me.
The buttons of my blouse were broken when the police searched me and my brassiere is exposed. I am not wearing a slip and the fullness of my tits can be clearly seen as they rise and fall with my frightened breathing.
A little whimper of fear comes from my throat as I am dragged down the stairs. As we go out the front door, I see a large crowd of curious people staring at me and I try to cringe to conceal the fact that my blouse is open.
There is a babble of conversation as they lean forward to get a better look at me. The two big policemen who are holding tightly onto my arms hurry me out to the waiting police wagon and I try to keep up with them without stumbling.
The back door of the wagon is open and I am lifted up and shoved onto the wooden seat that is along the side. The door is slammed shut and the police wagon immediately starts moving. I slump my shoulders in despair.
I am suddenly aware of the strong smell of sweating male bodies around me. With horror, I realize that I have been put into a police wagon that is filled with drunks and tramps. One is right next to me, and he sways in my direction. As his body bumps against mine, I feel his unshaven cheek touch me.
I try to cringe away, knowing that I am helpless with my wrists bound behind me. He jams me into a corner of the swaying vehicle and I whimper as his cheek is forced against mine. His hands paw at my blouse and he starts pulling down from my shoulders as his arm goes around my waist.
I try to keep my face away from him, but he grabs my chin with his hand to hold me in position as his slobbering lips jam down on mine. Making muffled sounds of distress, I feel his tongue pushing between my lips. I try to resist, but finally surrender and open my mouth.
His tongue has a strong whiskey taste as it plunges between my teeth. I am breathing heavily as I feel his tongue exploring my mouth without hindrance and tremble as his hand moves down over my throat and slides over my shoulders to pull my brassiere straps down my bare arms. The cups of the lacy brassiere drop away from my full breasts, and they are naked before all of the men in the wagon.
As his hand closes over the satiny mound of my white breast, his fingers sink into the soft flesh and my nipple rises up firm and pink against his palm. I am perspiring and making muffled objections as he mauls my tits, but I feel a tingle of sexual excitement.
There are lustful comments from the other men in the police wagon as they demand a chance at my young female body. Not much light comes through the little window in the back door, and I can only see dim shadows of men as several pairs of hands claw at my soft skin.
As my lips are pulled away from the man who is holding me, I gasp for breath. Feeling weak and helpless, I am pulled off of the seat. I suddenly find myself on my knees on the floor. The remnants of my blouse and brassiere are torn from me and I feel cool air rush over my naked flesh as I am stripped to the waist.
Coarse hands unfasten my skirt and pull it down over my hips. Then my panties are pulled down and I am completely naked. Both of my soft breasts are grabbed by brutal hands, and I cry out in pain as they dig into the tender flesh. My nipples are pinched, and pleasant thrills shoot through my titties as the men fondle me.
I am panting with desire as other hands rove over the rest of my nude figure. I feel hands sliding over my full buttocks and the delicate skin of my belly as I writhe under the erotic caresses, enjoying the liberties they are taking with my body.
A hand slides down to my crotch and I spread my thighs to let the finger move into my cunt. A squeal of delight comes from my throat as the feeling finger touches my clitoris and rubs it, then slips into my fuck hole and sinks deep into my vagina. Totally overwhelmed by the pleasures coursing through my body, I begin shoving my hips forward to meet the finger as it jams into my slit.
The men grab at my slim shoulders and pull me forward. With my hands bound behind my back, I am unable to keep my balance and fall toward the floor. My large breasts flatten against the cold steel, and I feel hands clutching at my ankles. My legs are pulled wide apart and held firmly.
One of the men opens his pants and drops them to his ankles, then pumps his cock until it is big and hard. He kneels down between my legs, and I feel his weight lower onto my back. I am trembling in fear as my fragile young body is pressed tightly against the floor. I know what he is going to do and I plead with him not to hurt me. I grunt as he slides his arms around my body and holds me close. A pressure begins at my behind, and I feel the head of his rigid penis pushing between the cheeks of my ass.
A shriek of pain escapes from my lips as the broad head of his cock starts spreading my anus. Sweat is streaming from, my flesh as my asshole slowly opens to permit the penetration of the stiff prick. Sobbing with pain, I helplessly endure the invasion of the privacy of my body and feel myself opening until my asshole is tightly stretched around the solid flesh staff. It begins boring steadily into my rectum and I grunt continually as I expand around its advancing head. It is finally all of the way in and I blush with humiliation at the degrading impalement.
With strong thrusts of his hips, the man starts to pound his cock in and out of my rectum. He is panting like an animal and his sweat flows down over my nude body as he uses me. Breathing hard, I concentrate on the hard shaft in my asshole and find myself enjoying being fucked in the ass. With a hard lunge, the man shoves his cock all of the way into me and it begins jerking rhythmically. I quiver with pleasure as I feel his hot semen slamming into my rectum and filling me with its virility.
In a daze of rapture, I hardly know the difference when he pulls out his pecker and another man shoves his cock into my rectum. There seems to be an endless succession of pricks ramming into my ass and injecting their torrents of semen. Limp with exhaustion, I feel the last man withdraw his stiff penis from my aching body. Too weak to move, I lie here on the floor and feel the warm come juice slowly seeping out of my asshole and forming a puddle that runs under my belly.
I hear the police wagon come to a stop. The back door is opened and the men file out. I am still lying on my stomach on the floor, and a policeman climbs in to find out why I have not come out of the truck. He sees that I am completely naked except for my shoes, then notices the wet semen that covers my buttocks.
Cursing, he calls me a whore and a filthy bitch. He grabs my arm and drags me to my feet. There is semen all over my belly, and I cringe in humiliation at the names he is calling me. He shoves me toward the door, and I stagger outside.
I am embarrassed by my nudity, but unable to cover myself because of the handcuffs on my wrists. One of the cops lashes a belt across my buttocks and I squeal. Then I start running toward the door into which the convicts are filing. My large breasts sway and bounce with my movements. My blonde hair is in disarray as I finally stand in the line that leads into the building.
A cop is standing at a table and fingerprinting each of the men as he comes up in the line. It is finally my turn to be fingerprinted and the cop sneers at me in contempt as I stand naked in front of him.
As I cower before him, my handcuffs are removed and my hands dragged roughly forward. After I am fingerprinted, I am shoved toward a different door than the one by which the men have exited. Going through the door, I find myself in a small concrete room.
There is a chair in the center of the floor and a bright light is shining down on it. I am forced to sit down in the chair and the door is closed and locked. I see now that there are several cops in the room and they surround the chair.
Pleading with them for some clothing, I am met only by sardonic laughter. They start demanding to know where I hid the gun, but I tell them that I don't know anything about a gun. My face is slapped and my blonde hair shakes under the impact of the blow. I am sweating as they keep demanding to know where the gun is. At an order, I raise my arms above my head. My unclothed body is entirely exposed and my breasts are flushed from my embarrassment.
A large hand slaps one of my tits and I cry out in pain as it bounces and jiggles. In spite of the pain, the pink nipple has risen to a hard point. My breasts are repeatedly slapped until they are quivering mounds of agony and reddened from the contact of the calloused hands.
I am breathing heavily and my nude skin is shining with perspiration. A belt is slashed across my soft white belly as I scream in pain. Afraid to lower my arms, I hold them above my head as my helpless body is whipped repeatedly with the belt.
I am ordered to spread my legs and I blushingly do so. A club is produced and the cop begins to steadily slap it against my crotch. As I shriek in pain, they continue to question me.
The pounding of the club against my snatch hurts excruciatingly, but I experience an ecstatic eruption inside of my belly. I begin coming. I squirm with rapture under the beating, emitting continuous sounds of pleasure. The cop finally stops beating me and spits on me in disgust.
Sinking their fingers into my hair, they drag me to my feet and snarl that they know a sure way to get the truth out of me or wreck me in the attempt. Staggering out of the door under the prodding of their clubs, I am herded down the long hall outside of the room.
A steel door is opened into a long room with a high ceiling. One side of the room is lined with steel barred cells that rise in three levels. Convicts are clutching the bars of their cells and watching me enter the room.
I stumble, and the cops order me to take off my high-heeled shoes. Removing my shoes, I obediently start climbing up a flight of steel stairs. The metal is cold against my bare feet and I am shivering with fright. As we walk down the length of the second balcony, hands reach out and try to grab at my naked body.
A cell door is opened and I am thrust inside, then the door is slammed shut. As I sink down onto the dirty mattress, I can hear the convicts demanding a chance to fuck me, and I clutch my naked breasts in terror.
In a few minutes, I hear the sound of footsteps on the metal walk outside and the door of the cell is suddenly opened. A hulking convict steps into the cell with a grin on his face. The cop closes the door after him. I know that the cops are going to let the prisoners fuck me and I whimper in dismay.
The convict orders me to get down onto the floor and I quickly obey. I know that he will hurt me if I don't do what he tells me to do. He sits down on the cot and I kneel in front of him as he pulls out his cock. I know what he wants and I lean forward.
As my tongue curls around the throbbing flesh, I start to pant and my tongue slurps wetly as I gradually take the whole head into my mouth. My lips are stretched tightly around the huge cock and I slide my mouth down its entire length until it is touching the back of my throat. The convict grabs my silky hair in both hands and begins to arch his hips vigorously as he fucks me in the mouth.
Dropping my hands to my breasts, I finger the rigid nipples as a tremor of pleasure goes through me. In a few minutes, I am perspiring and rubbing my hands erotically over my slippery body. Semen abruptly spurts into my throat, and I swallow it, enjoying the salty taste. The convict jams his prick as deep into my mouth as he can get it, and his organ jerks hard as it continues to ejaculate into my throat. He finally pulls out his wet penis and slaps my face, knocking me to the floor.
I lick the salty liquid from my lips as I watch him leave. The door opens again and another convict enters. At his command, I scramble onto the cot and arrange myself on my belly. In a few seconds, he is lowering himself onto my back and I can feel his cock boring into my asshole. I pant and sweat as he rams his tool in and out of my rectum. Grunting continuously, I feel a growing pleasure in my belly and it suddenly explodes into a climax. I squeal with joy as I feel his prick jerk inside of me and fill my ass with his virile sperm.
I am dazed with rapture. When he leaves and the next convict enters, I roll obediently over onto my back and part my legs to accommodate him. As he lowers himself on top of me, I clasp his body lovingly between my legs and hold tight as I feel his wonderful penis entering my slit. It bores into my belly and I kiss him passionately, thrilling to the feeling of him pounding hard inside of my girl hole.
He begins coming, and I writhe with pleasure as I feel his hot juice slamming into me. Another convict takes me and I know that it will last all night and all of the convicts are going to fuck me until I am reduced to the level of a worn-out whore.
Forty fucks later I am back in the little room, sitting in the chair and surrounded by the questioning policeman. My legs are spread apart and the officer is still pounding on my crotch with the club. My hips are resting on the edge of the chair seat and I am moaning in pain as sweat glistens on my naked body.
The pounding abruptly stops, and I feel the blunt end of the club pressing against the lips of my vulva. I beg the policeman not to shove the club into my cunt, but he laughs at my plea and proceeds to force the club into me.
Grunting, I feel my tissues spreading around the large end of the stick. It hurts like hell! The cop rams his club hard, and I shriek as I suddenly stretch to surround the thick object. I am almost hysterical as he jams the huge tool remorselessly into my aching vagina. It fills my belly painfully as he begins to piston it in and out of my soft body. My god, it hurts! I screech my agony, but an irresistible passion is on the ascendance in my abdomen, and my organs release an exquisite orgasm.
VOLUME II
Chapter One
I am a young teacher in a school that is located in a tough part of town. This is the last day of the semester and everybody has left the school except my class. We are cleaning up the room and putting everything away for the summer vacation.
The kids in my class are a bunch of characters, and they don't really like me very much. I'm too innocent to realize this, though, so I behave as if they were just ordinary youngsters. They are doing what I tell them, but they are beginning to realize that the rest of the school is empty and nothing would happen to them if they disobeyed my orders.
I am walking toward the closet and carrying a boxful of supplies. Completely unaware of the tension in the room, I ask one of the boys to open the closet door for me. I don't see the expression on his face as he glances at the other kids with a raised eyebrow and smiles evilly.
With an exaggerated gesture, he opens the door with the air of a gentleman and I go inside of the closet. Grunting a little from the effort, I lift the box to put it on a shelf. This stretches my arms above my head and pulls the front of my dress tightly over the mounds of my breasts.
Suddenly, I stiffen in terror as I feel hands on both sides of my body. The hands slide up over my ribs and around the large bulges of my breasts. Fingers close around my tits and press the soft flesh. My hands seem frozen to the shelf, and I am afraid to move. In a quavering voice, I ask the boy what he thinks he is doing. He laughs and tells me that he is giving me a tit squeeze, and that if I'm a good girl and don't move he'll feel the rest of me.
I suddenly realize that most of the boys in the class are bigger than me. I was a fool to stay here in the classroom alone with them, but now it's too late. There is no way to get any help. With a wordless sound of resignation, I stay in the position in which he caught me.
The hands continue feeling my breasts, and I discover that my nipples are hardening. My face reddens at the knowledge that I am responding to the sensuous pressure of his fingers, but I feel a thrill of pleasure going through my body. I hear laughter.
Turning my head, I see that the other boys and girls of the class are crowded around the closet door, watching what is being done to me. Humiliation shudders through my young body. I wonder just how far they are going to go. I know that I am helpless and they can do whatever they want with me.
The boy who is fondling me slides his hands down from my breasts. He spreads his hands across my belly, pushing against it so that my buttocks are tight against his groin. I can feel his hardening cock pushing between the cheeks of my ass. His breath is hot against my neck, and I am panting as I concentrate on his manipulations of my body.
His erotic gropings are awakening desires in me that I would rather keep under control; but I can't! One of the hands on my abdomen moves downward and plucks at my skirt, pulling it slowly upward. I am frightened and titillated at the same time.
I feel the sweat of his palm on the soft white flesh between the top of my stocking and my panties. Rubbing the inside of my thigh, he forces his hand between my legs as I spread them obediently. I draw in my breath in a quick inhalation as I feel his touch on my crotch, boldly rubbing me with confident motions until I am panting with the passion that is building in my cunt. I give a little moan of disappointment as he pulls his hands away from me and slaps my buttocks. I know a moment of panic as I feel that I have been cheated.
I drop my arms and turn around, holding my hands to my burning cheeks as I look at the laughing and giggling students who are gathered around the door of the closet. They reach out and grab my arms, dragging me out of the small enclosure and into the classroom. Herding me over to my desk. They form a circle around me and order me to undress.
I hesitate, quivering uncontrollably from the disgrace of my position. One of the girls steps quickly over to me and slaps my face, repeating the order. I can see that they mean business and might hurt me if I do not obey.
Reaching my hands to the front of my dress, I begin to unbutton it. My breasts are straining against the thin cloth with my labored breathing. With trembling fingers, I open the garment all of the way to my waist and pull it aside, feeling the cool air caress my soft skin.
They order me to pull the dress down over my hips, but I tell them that my hips are too wide and I would tear the cloth.
The tough girl steps forward again, and I quickly begin to slip the dress from my shoulders. I pull it downward and it catches at the wide curves of my hips. Grunting, I force it farther, and the fabric suddenly rips, then slips downward with ease. It drops to my ankles and I reach for the straps of my slip, knowing that they want me to do the same thing with that garment. I tear it down over my hips and it drops on top of my dress.
Reaching behind me, I unfasten the catches of my brassiere, and the straps become loose around my slim shoulders. My breasts swing free as I pull the cups from the soft mounds and I close my hands over them, flushing with embarrassment.
I cry out in pain as my hands are slapped with a ruler. I drop my hands away from my breasts, exposing the pink nipples.
Shamed by being forced to strip in front of my students, I hook my fingers into the elastic waistband of my panties and slowly push them down over my smooth curves. Trembling, I straighten up. I am entirely naked except for my stockings and shoes, and my breasts are quaking with my agitated breathing.
Shivering with fright, I stand in the circle of students as they ogle my beautiful figure and make lascivious remarks that bring a blush to my cheeks.
Two of the biggest boys grab my arms and drag me over to my desk as I protest in vain. I am forced to bend forward over the desk until my breasts are flattened against the wood.
I hear the other students laughing and making obscene remarks. Looking behind me, I give a little shriek as I see them arming themselves with long yardsticks.
My naked buttocks are raised upward and I know what they are going to do to me. Panting, I start struggling in an attempt to free myself. My efforts are useless, and I finally sag against the desk as one of the girls steps up behind me. She raises her yardstick and brings it down smartly against my buttocks as I shriek in pain. Perspiration suddenly stands out on my soft white skin.
One by one, the students take their turns at paddling me with the yardsticks, until my ass is reddened from the blows. I wriggle my hips in agony, but my gyrations only make my ass a more inviting target for them to beat Sweating and writhing, I absorb the punishment as tears flow from my eyes. They finally stop beating me and I am shuddering from the ordeal.
The top of my desk is slippery from my perspiration. They pull me to my feet, and my skin sucks away from the surface with an obscene noise. Many hands push against my naked back and urge me toward the blackboard.
On shaky legs, I stand there in confusion as one of the girls hands me a piece of chalk. I stare at her in bewilderment until she tells me what to write. A crimson tinge suffuses my face and breasts as I hesitantly raise my hand.
With trembling fingers, I draw a large heart on the blackboard and write inside of it, I am a filthy whore and I deserve to have my cunt fucked.
I drop the chalk and try to cringe against the blackboard, but their hands grab me. They pull me away from the wall and start to paw their hands over my naked body. My flesh twitches under their touch, but I stand still.
They fondle my full, soft breasts and I feel a tingle of pleasure as my nipples rise to hard points. I am breathing heavily as their hands rove over the satiny flesh of my bare back, buttocks and belly. Sounds of pleasure come from my throat as my soft young body responds to their manipulations.
As a hand moves down over my pussy, I spread my legs apart to permit it to reach my most intimate area. The hand grabs my crotch possessively in a tight grip as I squeal with delight. I squirm my hips to coax the owner of the hand to stick his finger into my slit. The students laugh at my gyrations.
In spite of the jeers, I cannot stop myself from reacting to the intimate caresses. It feels so GOOD! Suddenly, a finger jabs past my vulva and deep into my vagina as I sigh with rapture. I begin to thrust my hips forward to meet the finger as it slides in and out of my twat, and I gurgle with joy at the nice feeling. My breasts are rising and falling with passion as they start urging me toward my desk.
Holding firmly onto my bare arms, the students force me down onto the desk on my back, and I relax in surrender as I feel the cool wood against my naked flesh. My arms are stretched out above my head and held in the strong grip of two of the boys.
My hips rest on the edge of the desk, and I stare up at the ceiling in a daze. I am too weak with pleasure to resist. I feel two of the boys grab my ankles and stretch out my legs until they are almost at right angles to my body.
My cunt is completely exposed for their use.
A tall, full-breasted brunette steps up between my legs. She smooths her miniskirt over her hips and laughs as she raises a yardstick. She slaps it sharply against my cunt, and I squeal with pain, but I feel a pleasant tingle surge up into my abdomen. The girl keeps slapping my snatch with the yardstick until I am panting and pleading with her to stop. I tell the students that I'll do anything they want me to do.
Satisfied, the girl drops the yardstick and a boy takes her place between my widespread thighs. He takes off his pants and shorts and begins to fondle his pecker, bringing it to a hard erection. Licking a lustful tongue across his lips, he places the head of his prick against the entrance of my slit and starts pushing forward.
I groan with shame as I feel the male organ beginning to spread my female portal. At the same time, I am quivering with desire for the cock and wanting him to hurry up and put it into me. My cunt is surrounding the head of the penis and it feels wonderful as I beg him to shove it all of the way into me.
He places his hands on my hips and suddenly gives a lunge that jolts a gasp from my lips. I feel the virile shaft ram all of the way into my belly with a smooth and powerful motion. He starts to slide it in and out of my vagina, and my breasts jiggle from his powerful ramming and my excited breathing.
As he pounds his prick in and out of my belly, I feel myself building toward a climax. I beg him to hurry and come inside of me because I can't hold myself back much longer. He suddenly rams his dick all of the way into me and it jerks hard in a savage ejaculation that hurls his stream of semen into my fuck hole. I squeal incoherently as I feel him filling my vagina with his hot jizm and my system responds with a delightful orgasm.
In a delirium of rapture, I feel the semen drip from my cunt as the boy finally pulls his prick out of me. Another boy takes his place, and I am once more filled with a hard cock that pistons inside of my belly until it spurts a load of semen into me.
Sweat pours from my naked figure, and I am too weak to resist as the boys take turns fucking my cunt. They release my arms and legs, and I wrap my limbs around each boy as he screws me.
The pounding inside of my cunt seems to go on for an ecstatic eternity and I come several times, kissing the boys madly as they fill me with their male liquid.
Suddenly, I am alone; exquisitely exhausted on top of the desk. I raise my head to see what the others are doing. All of them are naked, and the boys are fucking the girls in a wild orgy of uninhibited sex.
A little redhead is sandwiched between two boys, and they are screwing her in the ass and cunt as she holds tightly onto them. She urges them to hammer their hard pricks deeper into her guts.
The room is filled with panting hoarse voices and the sounds of naked, sweating bodies sucking wetly against each other with a rhythmic slapping sound.
I gradually arouse myself to the humiliation of my situation. I am ashamed of the fact that I so thoroughly enjoyed being gang-fucked. I blush at my own reaction to so many cocks inside of me. I raise up to a sitting position.
My only thought is to escape. I remove my shoes so nobody will hear me. Wearing only my stockings and garter belt, I get down off of the desk and start walking quietly around the students.
They are so involved in copulating that they do not see me. My breasts tremble with my fear as I finally reach the door to the classroom.
Just as I reach for the door the tall, full-breasted brunette who had whipped my cunt looks up from the floor.
The boy who had been fucking her is lying beside her in a pleasure trance, and she is free to move. As she leaps to her feet, I open the door and rush out into the hall.
She pulls a belt from a pair of discarded pants and runs after me. The girl is not saying a word, but I can hear her panting breaths as I run down the hall.
The belt slashes across my bare back and I shriek, but keep on running, my large breasts bouncing wildly with my movement. The brunette continues to whip my naked body and I finally stumble, sobbing, against a wall.
I cower away from her, pleading with her to stop beating me. She asks if I will be a good whore, and I nod my head eagerly, telling her that I will do anything she wants.
Smiling, the girl drops the belt and I get a good look at her.
When she was sitting behind her desk during classes, I never noticed what a beautiful figure she had. Her breasts are magnificent, and the dark nipples are standing out stiffly from the luxurious mounds.
She stares at me with complete self-confidence as her eyes rove over my nude and helpless body.
I suddenly know that she is a lesbian, and she wants to make love to me. I am shaking with fear, but find myself moving toward her.
She is slightly taller than me, and I look up at her with awe as I raise my hands and touch them lightly to her smooth shoulders. Our breasts are touching, and her arms slide around my waist, pulling me closer to her. As her embrace tightens around my body, I feel our breasts flattening against each other.
Slipping my arms around her neck, I lift my lips for her kiss. Her warm, soft lips descend onto mine, and I emit a muffled squeal of pleasure as I feel her tongue probing between my teeth.
My mouth opens wide as the wet invader plunges deep into my orifice and explores with uninhibited thrusts. Her arms clasp me tightly and her hands rub over my naked back with possessive desire as I squirm against her. I am panting and holding my arms lovingly around her neck as I return her tongue kiss with increasing ardor.
For a few minutes, we stand face to face in the center of the hall. As we kiss and fondle each other, her knowledgeable fingers slide up my side and I turn slightly so she can cup my breast. She squeezes it and manipulates the nipple until I am almost delirious with joy.
She pulls her tongue out of my mouth and kisses me on my neck as ecstatic sounds gurgle from my throat. Her knowing hand slips from my breasts as I squirm erotically in her embrace. I know what she is going to do, and I eagerly part my thighs to permit her hand to take possession of my cunt.
A willing prisoner in her arms, I am limp with desire as I feel her fingers delicately penetrating my slit and touching my clitoris. Rubbing my love button, she stimulates electric shocks of rapture that lance into my belly and fill me with an almost unbearable pleasure. Wanting to return the fabulous favor, I drop my hand to her pussy, and she spreads her thighs, understanding my intention. Her pubic hairs are soft and curly against my finger as I probe into her cunt and find her clitoris. We turn to face each other with our legs spread apart and our fingers fucking each other. Alternately kissing and whispering words of love, we manipulate each other until we are so weak with rapture that our legs can hardly hold us erect.
The feeling of our fingers inside of each other is more than we can stand. Our knees give way, and we sink gracefully to the floor, squirming sensually in a futile attempt to get closer to each other. Our naked bodies are streaming sweat as we stretch out on the floor of the hall and change our positions, kissing and feeling each other's bodies without stopping.
My tongue is licking her pussy, and the soft hairs taste delicious. I can feel her tongue eagerly working over my own cunt as we get closer to our goals. The wetness of her tongue suddenly plunges into my hot slot and I moan with inexpressible pleasure as I dart my own tongue into her tasty twat.
Writhing and panting against each other, we exchange tongue fucks with ever-increasing passion as we work toward the orgasm that we both want.
I feel her tongue sliding in and out of my girl hole with rapid strokes I spread my legs farther apart to accommodate her. A warm fire is singing inside of my belly and I know that the time is almost here. Emitting muffled squeals, I work my tongue faster and faster inside of the girl, and she matches my strokes with her own tongue. Suddenly, my vagina seems to explode in an outburst of ecstasy, and I am coming in an orgasm of indescribable dimensions.
Chapter Two
I am in a small native village in central Africa, and I work as a secretary for a trading company that is owned by white men.
I have only been out of college for about a year, but I took the job because I wanted to see some foreign countries.
The trading compound has two one-story buildings. One is the main company building where business is transacted and the other is the living quarters.
I have a nice little apartment in the living quarters, and both buildings are air-conditioned. They have to be, because it gets pretty hot in this part of Africa. Right now, the temperature outside is in the nineties and that's an ordinary day.
What I don't know about this situation is that the men I work for have been cheating the natives. What my bosses don't know is that the natives have found out about it and are preparing to even the score in their own way. The way of an African native is direct action. The fact that I am an innocent young girl means nothing to them. The only thing that is important is the fact that I am working with the company.
Moving silently, but swiftly, the natives strike at the compound without warning. They are inside of the main building before the two men can reach for their guns.
There is a short struggle as the men attempt to resist, but they are overpowered and their arms are bound tightly behind them. Gags are tied around their mouths to prevent them from giving an alarm.
Their black faces contorted with hatred, a group of natives armed with spears heads silently toward the living quarters.
I have just gotten dressed and I am combing my hair when the Africans break into my apartment. As the door breaks down, I turn and stare at them in terror. There is no other door to the apartment and I am trapped.
I am suddenly surrounded and I whimper in fear as I am dragged out of the door and into the yard. My stomach gets a sinking feeling as I see that my employers are bound and gagged. All of us have been captured and there is no help within almost a hundred miles of here. The supply trucks won't be here for another month, and by then it will be too late to help us.
I see our interpreter among the armed natives and plead with him to help us, but he just grins and laughs at our predicament.
One of the natives places a large hand against my back and pushes me toward the two men. I stumble in their direction and the natives surround us.
An African who seems to be the chief says something in the native language and the interpreter translates. I have been ordered to undress the two men.
I blush at this command as I have never seen a naked man. Before I came to Africa, I led a somewhat sheltered life and I am still a virgin. Hesitantly, I reach out toward one of the men and begin unbuckling his belt.
Neither of the men are wearing shirts because of the hot weather, but I am accustomed to this. However, I am not accustomed to seeing the rest of them, and my fingers tremble as I open the pants of this man and pull the garment from his hips. I slip the pants down his legs and try to pull them over his shoes, but I find it difficult.
Unlacing his shoes, I pull them off as one of the natives prods him with a spear to make him lift his feet. I finally get his pants off of him and straighten up to reach for his shorts. I am really embarrassed now, but I have no choice in the matter.
As I pull down the shorts, I get my first look at a man's cock outside of a book on sex education. It is semi-rigid from the touch of my hands on his flesh, and I know that he would use it on me if he could.
Although my cheeks are crimson, my breath is coming faster as I hurriedly remove the shorts from his ankles. I quickly strip the other man, then step away from them, thoroughly embarrassed by what I have done.
I look toward the chief questioningly, and he says something to the interpreter. I am told that I must also undress. Looking wildly around for a way of escape, I find that there is none.
Lifting my hands to the front of my blouse, I start fumbling with the buttons. My blouse is finally open, and I pull it out of the waist of my skirt, then slip it from my shoulders. Dropping it to the ground, I reach behind me to unfasten my brassiere. I slide the straps from my slim shoulders and pull the cups from my full breasts.
Unfastening my skirt, I slide it down over the lush curves of my hips and drop it on top of the other garments. I hesitate for a moment, then stoop to remove my shoes. I am now clad only in my panties, and the black faces watch me with lust in their chalk-white eyes.
I hook my fingers into the elastic waistband. With trembling fingers, I slide the fragile nylon down from my hips and step out of the panties. Totally naked, I remain slightly bent over as I try to cover myself with my hands.
I am ordered to straighten up and drop my hands and I am abysmally ashamed as I obey the command.
In a meek voice, I ask the interpreter what they are going to do with us. He tells me that we are to be tortured, and I tremble with terror at the thought of my tender young body being tormented by these black savages.
A rope is handed to me, and I am dismayed at what I am told to do with it. My soft breasts are heaving with my agitated breathing as I step over to one of the bound men. With nervous fingers, I reach down and slip the rope under his cock. The organ begins to harden as I touch it. I try to ignore the effect of my touch as I tie the rope around the base of his testicles and penis.
I am ordered to bind it tighter, and the man groans as the rope bites into his flesh. His prick is standing out stiff and hard when I finish. I pull the rope over the other man and slip it between his legs, binding it to his cock. Strong hands grab my arms and position me in front of the men as my wrists are tied behind my back. The end of the rope is wound around them so tightly that I cry out in pain.
A loop is then tied around my slim neck and the Negroes begin to babble excitedly. They start streaming out of the compound and I feel the rope around my neck become taut. Helplessly, I start trotting after them.
My bare feet sink into the hot dust, and my large breasts bounce rhythmically as I follow them out of the gate. The rope that binds my wrists behind me tugs at the cocks of my employers, and I am forced to lead them in this debasing manner.
Perspiration glistens on my naked body as I move through the village with the two men fastened to me. My face is flushed with humiliation as I listen to the jeering of the natives. We are not to be tortured in the village, but at a special place reserved for that purpose.
As we leave the group of huts, I wince at the steady pressure of the uneven ground against my tender feet. We enter the jungle and sweat is streaming from my soft white flesh as we trudge through the underbrush.
I am almost exhausted, and my delicate skin is scratched from the twigs and thorns of bushes. We finally come out into a clearing. A fire is burning in the center of the area and low stakes are set into the ground near it. I shiver with fear at what this implies, but we are led over to a tall post. One of the men is placed in front of it and spears are aimed at him as a warning of what will happen if he resists.
His wrists are untied, then bound again in front of him. His arms are pulled above his head and bound firmly to the post. A native then comes forward with a long whip. He lashes it toward the white man, and a livid streak appears on the naked back as a muffled scream comes from behind the gag As the whip lashes him steadily, sweat streams from his nude body, and he gradually becomes covered with red stripes as he writhes against the post. He is finally taken from the post and over to the fire where he is spread-eagled face upward between four stakes.
I am shaking with terror as I watch the other man bound to the post and whipped. When he is removed, cruel hands close around my soft arms. I struggle and beg for mercy as I am dragged toward the post. They ignore my pleas and hold me firmly as my wrists are bound in front of me.
I am panting and shivering uncontrollably as I feel my arms being raised above my head, and the rough wood of the post presses against the front of my smooth body.
The Negro raises the whip, and I emit a shrill scream as I feel it curl painfully around my helpless form. It slashes around my wide hips and I lurch against the post. My movement slips my legs on each side of the column, and I suddenly feel a pleasant sensation as my cunt hits the coarse wood.
As the whip cuts around my slim waist, I strike the post again. Now my nipples begin to rise to hard points. I am embarrassed, but I feel a strange pleasure at having my naked body whipped by these natives. As the whip curls painfully around my unprotected femininity, I begin to writhe my hips slowly in an erotic movement as mingled cries of pain and enjoyment come from my throat.
When my whipping finally stops, my tender flesh is covered with whip marks, and sweat is streaming from my pores. I lean weakly against the post, my trembling breasts heaving as I draw in large gulps of air.
My wrists are unbound from the post, and I cringe before the circle of black natives. They grin at me and it is obvious that they know I found pleasure in being whipped.
I emit a voiceless sound of humiliation and submissively await the next inflictions of torment on my young body.
I look fearfully over at the two men who are stretched out on the ground. I see that all of the hair has been shaved from their bodies so it won't interfere with the torture. A Negro steps toward me with a sharp knife, and I stand quietly as he raises it to my head. It begins working over my scalp, and my brunette hair is gradually shaved off until I am completely bald. Grabbing my face with one hand, he carefully shaves off my eyebrows. I obediently spread my legs as he shaves off my pussy and I am as naked as I'll ever be.
I am quivering in anticipation of the torments to come. There is a sharp pain in my buttocks as two of the natives jab their spears at me. I cry out in reaction to the prodding as I stumble toward the fire in the center of the clearing. They force me to the ground near the two men and grab my wrists and ankles.
A delicious feeling of helplessness tingles through me as I feel my arms and legs spread wide apart and bound tightly to the four posts. I am breathing heavily as I he on my back and stare up at the trees, my naked young flesh entirely exposed to the coming tortures.
Muffled screams of agony cause me to turn my head, but I am not in a position to see what is being done to the two white men. I can tell by their groans that it must be extremely painful and I wonder how it will feel when the savages start working on my soft flesh. I hear footsteps, and suddenly a black African is towering over me and looking down at my helplessly spread-eagled body.
Staring up at him in terror, I see that he is holding some sharp objects in his hand. They seem to be vicious thorns about six inches long. He grins at my expression and kneels down beside me.
Contrasting sharply with my smooth white flesh, his black hand closes around one of my lush breasts and the fingers squeeze into the mound to hold it steady.
My eyes widen and my breathing quickens as I see him lower one of the thorns and place the point above my stiffly erected nipple. I give a small cry as the point touches my nipple and pierces the skin. He doesn't stop there, but slowly pushes it deeper, and I suddenly scream in agony as I feel my nipple widening around the thorn.
I squirm helplessly against my bonds and sweat streams from my figure as I feel the thorn stabbing deeper into the delicate tissues of my breast, the sharp point spreading agony as it thrusts into me. When he stops, I can see that only about an inch of the thorn protrudes from my nipple, but I can feel the rest of it inside of my throbbing tit.
I suffer the torment of having another thorn thrust into the nipple of my other breast as I shriek piercingly, my sounds of agony mingling with those of the men.
The hot sun beats down on my nakedness as I writhe under the constant application of insidious tortures. We are tortured throughout the entire day and the natives are careful not to disfigure us too much. They want us to last a long time. Sweating and twisting my anguished body, I can only think of the exquisite pain and the constant erotic thrills that surge through my belly in response to each new torture.
The sun is low in the sky when they finally stop working on us, and I am panting from my ordeal. One at a time, the pain wracked men are pulled to their feet with their arms bound behind them. Held firmly, they are led under a large tree limb that juts out over the clearing. Ropes are thrown over the limb and nooses placed around the men's necks, then they are slowly raised up until they are hanging above the ground. For a moment, I think that the natives are killing us, but then I see that the men are still breathing.
I am untied from the stakes to which I was bound and pulled to my feet. My entire body aches, but my breasts hurt more as they bounce from my movements. The thorns are still imbedded in my soft white mounds and the large blunt ends still protrude from my tortured nipples.
My arms are bound tightly behind me, and I am led over to where the men are hanging, shuddering with pain each time my breasts jiggle.
My legs are trembling and the natives hold me upright as a noose is lowered over my bald head and fastened around my slim neck.
Gasping, I feel the noose tighten around my throat and I try to keep my toes on the ground. My feet lose contact with the surface and my entire weight is hanging from my neck as I am slowly raised. The Negroes finally stop pulling me up when I am at the same height as the men. I can't make a sound or move without hurting myself.
Turning my eyes, I can see the naked men hanging silently beside me. They are only a few feet away and I can smell their sweat as a slight breeze wafts the strong aroma toward me.
I roll my eyes to look down at the ground and see a couple of natives approaching us with a small bowl. One of them reaches up and smears something around the penis of one of the white men. He does the same to the other and then comes over to where I am hanging. I feel his hand moving over the naked flesh of my slit and spreading something sticky onto me. I know that it is honey and that it will attract flies.
The natives all trot out of the clearing, leaving two of their members to guard us. I see the two blacks walking over to the edge of the clearing and disappearing into the trees. They are going to a small hut that is out of sight.
The clearing is now empty and I know that we will hang silently from the limb of this tree all night.
Tomorrow, I will be taken down and my soft girl body will be tortured all through another day. It will go on for a long time, and I tremble in anticipation of more pain.
I am turning slowly under the rope that is around my neck and I can see the men. Flies are gathering around their cocks and the male organs are standing out stiff and hard. I can feel the flies crowding around my cunt and sending thrills through my belly as they probe deeper into the cleft to get at the honey.
I am panting with passion, but I must hang silently. My nipples are hurting from the thorns in them and from my growing rapture. The cocks of the men start jerking and I see their hot semen ejaculating and splashing on the ground, and I wish it was going into my vagina.
The flies around my cunt have worked their way into the cleft and some of them are crawling on my clitoris, driving me almost mad with pleasure. My naked body quivers as my passion rises to almost unbearable heights. A volcano seems to erupt in my belly as I am engulfed in a fabulous orgasm. I sway in ecstatic silence above the deserted jungle clearing.
Chapter Three
I am married. My husband and I have decided that we are going to take separate vacations this year. Never mind the details; we just decided to do it that way.
My husband has taken me down to the bus station and kisses me goodbye. We won't be seeing each other for over a month. Part of the agreement is that our vacations will be a private affair.
My husband has no idea where I'm going. If he knew, he would be horrified. The secretiveness gives the experience an added thrill. The truth is that one of my girlfriends told me about a place where she had gone on a vacation last year.
It was a house in a little town in one of the western states. For a fee, they subjected a girl to the most exquisite tortures. Just listening to my friend gave me an erotic tingle, and I asked her where it was. She gave me an address and a letter of introduction, and that house is my destination.
It has been quite a long journey and this is my second day on the bus. It is about eight o'clock at night. The bus drives down the main street of the small town. As I get off from the bus, I can hear crickets and the bark of a dog from somewhere in the town.
The streets are lined with trees, and there are not many people around. I pick up my bag and walk away from the bus station. The town is too small for taxicabs and I must go to the house on foot. I hear the sound of the bus engine as it drives down the main street and gradually fades into the distance.
Quiet descends over the town, and the only-sound that reaches my ears is the tapping of my high heels on the sidewalk. A few blocks of walking brings me to the edge of town and I can see my goal.
It is an old two-story Victorian mansion that is half concealed by a high hedge. I hesitate for a moment, wondering if I should go through with it. I am a little fearful. However, since I have come this far, I might as well go all of the way.
I cross the street and walk up the other side to the gate in the hedge. It's a tall, wrought-iron portal. Pushing it open, I step into the shadowed yard and close the gate behind me.
Turning toward the house, I see light coming from only two windows. Walking up the path to the house, I watch carefully to avoid catching my heels in the cracked concrete. Ascending the worn marble stairs, I find myself on a weathered porch and facing a wooden door that looks like it must be very heavy. I find the doorbell and touch it with my finger I wait.
After a few minutes, I hear footsteps approaching the door. There is the faint sound of a chain rattling, then the door swings open. The person who is facing me is middle-aged and dressed in a neat business suit. I recognize him from my girlfriend's description as the person who owns the house.
He is very pleasant and asks me what I want. I hand him the note that my friend gave me and he looks it over carefully. He nods his head in satisfaction and invites me inside. I pick up my bag and enter the house as he closes the door and re-locks it again.
I now have no choice but to go through with it, because he has the only key to the door. I follow him down a long hall and into a large room with a heavy desk in the center of it. He sits down in a chair behind the desk, and I set my bag down on the floor. Opening my purse, I take out an envelope with money in it and hand it to him.
He counts the money, then sets a piece of paper and a pen in front of me. I read the paper and see that it is a statement giving him complete control of me for a month. Picking up the pen, I sign my name to the document and hand it back to him. He places the paper in a drawer, then folds his hands on the desk and calmly orders me to undress.
I hesitate for a moment, then I raise my nervous hands and reach behind my neck. I pulled down the zipper at the back of my dress, and the garment loosens around my shoulders.
Bending down, I grasp the hem and pull the dress upward and over my head. I drape it across a chair and reach down again to lift my slip. I am conscious of the man watching me and a slight flush of shame warms my cheeks.
I pull off the garment and lay it over my dress, then I reach behind my back to unfasten my brassiere. I lift the straps from my shoulders and pull the cups from my breasts.
Dropping the brassiere on the chair, I bend over to remove my shoes and my soft breasts jiggle and sway with my movement. Hooking my fingers into the elastic waist of my panties, I stretch the material to slide it over the sensuous curves of my hips. The nylon of the panties makes a rasping sound as it slides against my nylon stockings, and I remove them from around my ankles.
As I strip off my clothing, I avoid looking at the man. I know he is smiling, and I am embarrassed. I unfasten my stockings from the garters and strip the hose from my shapely legs. With trembling fingers, I take off the last item and drop the garter belt onto the chair. I straighten up and face the man completely naked.
Rising from his chair, the man comes around to my side of the desk. I shiver as his hands touch my nude body, but I hold my arms loosely at my sides. He runs his hands over my slim shoulders and down to cup my breasts, lifting the weight of my luxuriant globes of flesh and squeezing them a little as he tests their resiliency.
My nipples have risen to stiff points, and he chuckles, adding to my discomfiture. He drops his hands downward, and my abdominal muscles jerk in an uncontrollable spasm as I feel his fingers probing at my belly.
He walks around behind me and I feel his hands coursing over my naked back as he examines my satiny skin, digging his fingertips in to test the muscles. I feel a sharp sting, and I gasp as his open hand slaps against my bare buttocks.
At his order, I stumble toward a door on the opposite side of the room, my breasts bouncing in rhythm with my steps. He opens the door and I step forward to find myself inside of a small stonewalled room. The surface of the floor is rough against my bare feet and I shiver as I feel the cold air caressing my naked body.
The man reaches up to a hook on the wall and lifts down a pair of heavy steel manacles. He orders me to hold my hands behind my back and I feel the cold metal closing around my wrists. There is a sharp click as the fetters snap firmly shut and my wrists are strongly bound behind me.
Without another word, the man walks to the door and passes through it, closing the portal behind him. I am now alone in the small room, helplessly fettered and unable to protect myself. I don't know what is going to happen to me now, and I wait with a rising fear.
After what seems an interminable length of time, another door to the room begins to open. As the aperture widens, the figure of a man is revealed. He is powerfully built and wears a black hood over his head that leaves the lower part of his face visible.
I shudder as he gazes with unconcealed lust at my naked figure. His only other garments are a tight pair of pants and a pair of low boots. I can see the bulge of a large cock through the thin fabric of the pants.
He steps toward me and reaches out a hairy arm. I cringe as he closes the fingers of the big hand around my upper arm, and I give a cry of pain as his fingers dig brutally into my tender flesh. Ignoring my discomfort, the man drags me to the door, and I move my feet with quick steps to keep up with him.
He closes the door behind him, and I see that we are in a narrow passage that curves to the right. Maintaining his strong grip on my arm, the man leads me along the corridor. It becomes obvious that the passage is curving downward. I am trembling with terror as I trot along beside my captor.
We finally come to a heavy metal door, and the hinges creak as he pulls it open. On the other side is a flight of stone stairs, still leading downward. Shivering from the cold, I descend the steps under the urging of the hand on my arm. At the bottom that ends at another steel door with a barred grill set into it. Through the grill, I can hear female voices groaning, and my legs become weak with fear.
The hooded man opens the heavy door and pushes me inside with a hand against my back. I stumble into a large room and gasp at the sight that meets my eyes.
There are several young girls in the room, and all of them are naked. They are bound in various positions of torment.
One girl is stretched face up on a rack, and her breasts are almost flattened by the tension on her nude body. She is moaning, but her nipples are stiffly erect.
Another girl is facing a post, her arms above her head and her wrists fastened with chains that dig into her flesh. Her soft white back is covered with whip marks.
A small cage hangs from the ceiling and a girl crouches inside of it with her arms bound behind her back. I can see that the inside of the cage is lined with sharp studs. No matter how she moves, the girl cannot avoid striking her naked body against them.
On the far side of the room is a pit filled with hot coals where torture irons are being heated. Two heavy posts are in front of the pit and a nude girl is spread-eagled between them and facing the pit. She has no choice but to watch the heating of the irons that will be applied to her tender body. I stare in fear at the other girls in the long room who are also firmly fastened to instruments of torment.
Strong fingers dig into my arm as the torturer drags me into the center of the room toward a steel post. The post has a bar across the top so that it is in the form of a T. As I am pulled over to it, I see that it is no higher than my shoulders.
The man positions me closer to the post until my soft back is touching it, and my arms are pulled across the top bar. He tugs on my arms until my shoulders are straining backward and my large breasts are thrust forward. I hear the clinking of chains as my wrists are fastened securely to the vertical post.
I am panting and perspiring from the discomfort of my position, and my armpits are hurting from the bar that is digging into them. My naked body is now completely at the mercy of the brutish looking man.
Walking over to a wall, he takes a heavy whip down from a hook. I stare in fearful fascination at the snaky length of the lash as he walks back toward me. Whimpering in terror, I press my back against the post as he raises the whip.
His arms flashes down, and the whip slashes across my naked breast with a sharp cracking sound. A shriek of pain rips from my throat, and sweat suddenly glistens on my white body. As the whip drops away, a livid streak is revealed across the milky mounds of my breasts.
The whip strikes again and curls around my waist, shooting pain in my tender belly. I am writhing and screaming as the torturer lashes me steadily, and my naked body is twitching spasmodically under the merciless beating. Panting and stamping my feet on the stone floor, I feel an excruciating pain throbbing in my flesh as the whip cuts at me repeatedly until I am covered with red streaks from my shoulders to my ankles.
The agony seems to go on for hours as I sob helplessly under the ordeal. He finally stops whipping me and I sag against the post in exhaustion, breathing in shuddering gulps. Sweat is streaming from my nude flesh.
The man hangs the whip back on the wall, and I watch him through pain-filled eyes as he moves toward the rack. The girl on the rack looks up as she hears his footsteps. Her eyes widen with fear, and she pleads with him not to stretch her any farther. He laughs evilly and places his hand on her tightly stretched belly, running his sweaty palm over the smooth skin for a moment. Then he steps over and reaches for the wheel as she hysterically objects to what she knows he is going to do. He ignores her protests and his hand grips the spokes.
He slowly begins to inch the wheel forward, and a scream of anguish comes from the girl as she feels her muscles being unbearably stretched. Her naked breasts flatten even farther until they are shallow mounds, the nipples standing out starkly against the white flesh. Sweat is running from her body in rivulets.
The man finally stops. Starting at her throat, he runs his hand along the tortured expanse of her form until he reaches her crotch. His big finger stabs boldly into her slit, and she inhales sharply as she feels it sliding into her vagina. Her tormenter begins moving his finger in and out of her belly as she starts to alternate between groans of agony and gurgles or rapture. Suddenly, she climaxes and rolls her head from side to side in the ecstasy of her ordeal.
Leaving the girl on the rack, the torturer strolls unhurriedly over to the pit of coals. Speechless with fear, the spread-eagled girl watches him select an iron from the pit. He lifts it, and the end that was buried in the coals is white-hot.
Holding the smoking iron in his hand, he casually examines the naked girl as she stares at him in terror. He walks around behind the girl and runs his hand over her trembling skin. The flesh is soft and white with the delicate texture of innocent youth. Her young body is stretched so tightly between the posts that she cannot move and her beautiful back is helplessly exposed to the torturer.
He lifts the glowing iron and slowly extends it toward the girl. She feels the heat approaching, and her full breasts rise and fall rapidly with her terrified breathing. There is a sudden sizzling sound, and a scream of agony rips for the girl's throat as the burning metal touches her naked flesh. The iron has touched just below the girl's shoulder blades and the torturer draws it slowly across her back, ignoring her piercing shrieks. When the man withdraws the iron, a red scar of seared flesh mars the smooth whiteness of the girl's back.
Leaving the girl, the tormenter thrusts the iron back into the coals. Then he turns and walks back over to me. He bends down and grasps my ankle, pulling it to one side. Lifting a manacle that is chained to the floor, he slips it around my ankle and snaps it shut. He pulls my other ankle to the other side and encloses it in another manacle. My legs are now spread wide apart. With my shoulders pulled over the bar and my wrists chained to the post, I can hardly move.
I watch him fearfully as he returns to the flaming pit. He grabs the handle of an iron and lifts it out, then starts walking back toward me. Whimpering in fear, I shudder as I realize that he is going to brand me. The gleaming end of the iron is shaped somewhat like the irons used to brand cattle and it is about three inches in diameter. I cannot take my eyes off of it as he brings it closer, and my breasts are heaving with my frightened breathing.
I am sweating as he stops in front of me and lowers the branding iron. Straining my head forward, I watch it come nearer to my unprotected abdomen. I feel the heat and try to struggle, but I am too tightly bound. He abruptly shoves the glowing tip forward, and I feel it touch my delicate flesh with a blinding pain.
For a moment, I am too shocked to react, and sweat streams from my silent body. Then I throw my head back and emit a screech of agony that echoes throughout the torture chamber.
He forces the branding iron hard against my tormented belly and the excruciating pain lances through my revolted body. Tendrils of smoke curl up from the iron as it sizzles against my soft skin.
When he finally pulls it away, a three-inch brand had been burned into the white skin below my navel. I draw air into my lungs in shuddering gasps as my nude body trembles from the ordeal.
Blinking the sweat from my eyes, I see the torturer removing his boots. He opens his pants and slips them down his muscular thighs, stripping himself naked. His body is hairy and heavily built, and his penis is standing out in front of his like a huge post.
He steps toward me and places himself between my wide-spread legs. Sliding one hand behind my back, he spreads it across my buttocks. With the other hand, he grasps his rigid cock and lifts it to place the broad head at the lips of my vulva.
He begins shoving it upward, and I grunt as I feel my slit opening under the pressure. My crotch seems to be splitting and I groan with pain as the huge prick is steadily forced into my female entrance.
I am surrounding it and panting with agony as I feel the huge male staff entering my fuck hole. With no concern for my comfort, he rams it brutally into my vagina until it fills my belly like a painful post. He curves both of his arms around me and holds me in a crushing embrace as his lips descend on mine. Hoping he will not torture me too badly if I cooperate, I open my mouth to receive his tongue.
As his tongue fills my mouth, I feel his stiff prick beginning to slide in and out of my cunt. With rhythmic sounds, our sweating bodies begin to slap wetly together as he fucks me hard. Suddenly, he slams his huge pecker deep into my gut and it jerks savagely as a hot torrent of rips into my vagina. He comes like a cannon inside of me and muffled sounds of ecstasy gurgle in my throat as I strain my hips forward to get the full length of the great cock into my belly. My system erupts in a magnificent orgasm to meet the thrilling jets of male sperm that pound into me.
Chapter Four
It is the fourteenth century, and I am a beautiful young girl living in Spain. There is a Catholic Inquisition in the country, but I know that it will never have any bearing on my life because I am pure and innocent.
I live in a large house, and my family has a great deal of money, so I have always enjoyed the best of everything. However, my parents are on a long trip and I am alone in the mansion except for the servants.
I don't know it, but some of the servants have conspired to denounce me to the Inquisition as a sinner. One of them leaves the house and hurries down the narrow cobble-stoned streets toward the cathedral. Once inside of the church, she locates the monk who is supervising the Inquisition in our city.
As she describes how terribly I have sinned, the monk becomes horrified and calls out several other monks. They proceed at once to my house and enter the main hall. I am walking toward the stairs to the upper floor. I am surprised to see them enter. As the monk makes his accusation of heresy, I am appalled. I try to convince them that it is all a mistake, but they insist that only the Church can determine that. Still protesting my innocence, I struggle as they grab my arms and drag me from the house.
Quaking with terror, I am hurried through the winding streets to a large building near the cathedral. The dim halls are lighted by torches that throw flickering shadows on the walls. The monks hold my arms tightly, and my small shoes click rapidly on the stone floor as I am forced to go along with them to the Inquisition room.
I desperately protest my innocence as I face the grim monks who are seated behind a long table. Ignoring my protestations, they order me to be stripped naked, and the monks who are holding me begin to work at the fastenings of my clothing.
Whimpering in fear, I stand submissively as they undress me, knowing that a mere girl cannot resist their strength.
My dress is pulled down from my slim shoulders and over my large breasts, and I tremble in shame at being stripped in front of all of these men. I am now naked to the waist and shivering from the cold air in the room. The monks continue to pull my dress down over my wide hips until the garment slides down my well curved legs to the floor.
Completely nude, I cringe in front of the monks who are conducting the Inquisition. They demand that I confess my sins and recant my heresy. I try to tell them that I don't know what they are talking about, but they sneer contemptuously and make a gesture at the monks who undressed me.
My hands are grabbed and pulled together in front of me as a strong cord is wrapped around my wrists. I groan with pain as the cord digs into my wrists and binds them tightly together. A chain is lowered from the ceiling and a hook on the end of it is slipped under the cords around my wrists. The chain is pulled upward, raising my arms above my head until I am standing on my toes to ease the strain.
The humiliation of having my naked femininity exposed before these people is almost too much to bear, but there is no way to cover myself. Eyes wide with terror, I stare at a monk who is coming forward, carrying a long black whip. I can already imagine it biting into my tender white flesh, and I moan in horrified anticipation.
The monk raises the whip, and it snakes toward me. A shriek of agony tears from my throat as the lash curls around my delicate body and there is a sharp cracking sound in the room as it strikes, sending waves of torment through me.
My lush breasts are shaking from the quivering of my muscles and sweat gleams on my satiny flesh. The whip lashes forward again and cuts across my soft breasts as I scream from the pain. I am writhing and stamping my bare feet uselessly on the cold stone floor as the whip rips into my naked body without let up while I pant and groan in agony.
When the beating finally stops, I am shuddering and weeping. Sweat streams from my body, and I hang limply from the chains. I don't know it, but the chief inquisitor has his hand under his robe and he is playing with his prick. The others are equally aroused by the sight of a nude girl being whipped.
The whipper runs his hand over the wet expanse of my smooth back as the inquisitor again asks me to confess my sins.
I am sobbing and tell them that I do not know what they are talking about. The head monk gives an order and my arms are lowered. Chains with manacles are brought forward as my wrists are untied and my arms pulled behind my back. I feel the cold steel snap shut and my arms are firmly fastened behind my back.
As the whip snaps against my buttocks, I give a cry of pain and stumble toward another door in the room. My large breasts are bouncing rhythmically as I walk, and the effect is not lost on the monks. They are enjoying my distress and some of them are wondering if they can get their cocks into my cunt without any of the others knowing it.
I am herded down a narrow flight of stone stairs until I reach a subterranean hallway. I can see naked women in some of the cells we are passing, and my heart is pounding with fear at the thought of what is going to be done to me.
In one cell a young girl is suspended from the ceiling by cruel hooks that have been forced into her tender young breasts. In another cell, I see a woman hanging from the ceiling by her ankles, her legs spread wide apart. Large candles have been forced into her cunt and rectum and hot wax drips steadily on her crotch, bringing continuous moans from her lips.
At the end of the hall a huge wooden door is opened on creaking hinges, and I emit a shriek as I look into the torture chamber with its devilish instruments.
I try to shrink back from the door, but the monks grab my arms and force me into the room. All of the monks leave the room except the two who drag me toward the center. I plead with them not to hurt me.
Torches in wall brackets give out a flickering light that enhances the horror of the place. A chain is pulled down from the ceiling and fastened to the bindings on my wrists. As the chain is pulled, my arms are forced upward behind me so that I must bend forward to ease the pain.
My large breasts are hanging downward invitingly and one of the monks reaches under me to cup one of the lush mounds. He squeezes and molds my soft flesh and I blush with embarrassment as my nipple rises to a hard point. He laughs lewdly and fingers the stiff pink erection.
Although my body is still aching from unnatural position, I find my breath quickening under the fondling of his coarse hand. He grins at the other monk as if they have a secret understanding and the other picks up a whip. The monk in front of me lifts his robe and I can see that his penis is fully erected. He grabs the male organ in his hand and holds it in front of my face.
I suspect what he wants me to do, but I turn my head away in disgust. Suddenly, I scream as I feel the whip slash across my naked buttocks. I am panting from the pain as the monk once more offers me his cock. Licking my tongue nervously across my lips, I part them slightly; knowing that I have no choice but to suck his prick.
He thrusts his penis forward and I feel the warm flesh touch my lips. I am panting a little as I open my mouth wider and let the cock push between my teeth. My tongue tastes the male organ as he grabs my head in both of his hands and forces the hard erection deeper into my mouth. My lips are now stretched tightly around the penis and it slides over my tongue until the blunt end touches the back of my throat.
I can only make little grunts as he braces himself in front of me and begins to slide his cock in and out of me. Sweat glistens on my naked body as the monk begins to fuck my mouth harder, ramming his prick in and out with powerful thrusts. My breasts are bouncing and jiggling from the force of his movements.
I suddenly feel the lash striking against my bare buttocks, and I make muffled protesting sounds at the pain, but it seems to be stimulating my organs and I feel a pleasure starting in my loins.
I am writhing and perspiring under the lashing of the whip, and my gyrations seem to inspire the monk to fuck me harder as my belly seems filled with rapture. The huge cock is abruptly rammed all of the way into my mouth and jerks hard, sending a stream of hot semen jetting into my throat. I swallow quickly, almost fainting as a feeling of ecstasy jolts through my abdomen. Ejaculating steadily, the cock continues to spurt the hot liquid into my mouth as my throat muscles work frantically to clear the way for each succeeding load of man juice. When the monk finally pulls out his penis, I gasp for breath. Then I lick the sex organ clean as he holds it in front of me.
The monk who fucked me in the mouth is now taking the whip. As he raises it, I suddenly know what he is going to do and I beg him to stop. I tell him that 111 suck his cock even better if he won't hurt me, but he laughs and slashes down toward my dangling breasts.
The whip strikes my naked tits with a sharp slapping sound, and I scream in agony. I keep shrieking in pain as the lash continues to rain blows on my bouncing breasts. Under the pain in my tits, I completely lose my inhibitions and promise to do all sorts of obscene things for him if he will only stop hurting me. When he finally stops, I am dripping with sweat and groaning in agony.
I feel my arms being lowered and I sob with gratitude as I am released from this form of torture. It's only the beginning, though, and the whip strikes against my buttocks as I am goaded across the room toward a peculiar chair.
It is covered with pointed studs and has straps on the arms and legs. Quivering with terror, I follow orders and sit down very carefully on the seat. The studs are not too sharp, but extremely uncomfortable.
Along the center of the seat is a raised portion that presses painfully against my crotch. My wrists are bound to the arms of the chair and my ankles firmly attached to the legs. A collar is fastened around my neck so that my naked back is pressed against the studs on the back of the chair.
I can only move a little, and I watch with trepidation as one of the monks walks over to a pit of glowing coals. He begins to place some of the coals in a large pan as the monk who stayed with me amuses himself by fondling my bare breasts.
The other monk finally starts back toward me and places the pan of coals under the chair in a place that is enclosed. Taking a bellows, he begins fanning the coals.
I begin to sweat as the chair gets warmer. Panting, I squirm my ass on the sharp studs and make little sounds of pain as they hurt my tender flesh. I shriek as the chair begins to get too hot, but I can't get off of it. In a few minutes, I am writhing in pain and screaming continuously as sweat pours from me.
My movements rub the raised portion of the seat against my vulva, and a thrill courses through my vagina. Squealing and wriggling, I rub my cunt harder against it as the pleasure and pain begin to mingle.
Without warning, my belly seems to explode in a thrilling climax. I am moaning with a strangely beautiful agony when the coals are finally removed from beneath the chair. The fetters are unfastened, and I am lifted to my feet, shaking from the ordeal.
My delicate young body is being subjected to horrible torments, and I know that there is more to come. Half carrying me, they lead me over to a long bench that I recognize as a rack. I am almost out of my mind with terror as they lift me onto it. I sit submissively on the rough wood as they spread my legs apart and attach ropes to my ankles, then I am stretched out on my back and my arms are pulled over my head. Shivering with fear, I feel them tie ropes around my wrists.
I am now completely helpless and my large breasts are rising and falling with my terrified breathing as I stare at the ceiling. One of the monks grabs the spokes of a large wheel at the side of the rack and begins to turn it slowly. The ropes tighten on my wrists and ankles, but I know that I haven't felt anything yet. I grunt as the ropes begin to tighten and my breasts begin to flatten. My muscles start to ache and I plead with the monk to stop, but he ignores me and a pain begins to grow in my joints.
Sweat is glistening on my nude body and I suddenly experience an agony that forces a scream from my throat. The monk keeps turning the wheel as I shriek from the hideous pain. When he finally stops turning the wheel, my large breasts are long, shallow mounds.
I have been stretched as far as possible without killing me, and I am sobbing hysterically. One of the monks steps away for a moment. When he returns, I can see that he is holding a metal bar and one half of it is glowing white hot. I stare at it in horror as he lowers it to the top of my soft breasts.
He is going to brand me with it, and I babble incoherent pleas for mercy, but he keeps lowering the iron until it suddenly sizzles. An ear-piercing shriek rips from my throat as I feel the hot metal touch my tender white flesh. He slowly pulls the iron across the top of my breasts as I scream in agony. This is what he wants and there is an expression of lascivious pleasure on his features as he enjoys my agonized reactions.
Both of the monks have now dispensed with their robes, and they are running their hands over my naked body, searching out all of my intimacies and subjecting me to obscene caresses. My aching breasts are squeezed and fondled until my nipples are standing up stiffly.
A pleasure is beginning to mingle with the pain and I make a little sound of satisfaction as I feel a large finger probing into my cunt. It stabs into my vagina and explores leisurely, filling my belly with a growing rapture.
I find myself begging the monk to fuck me, and he climbs eagerly up onto the rack. Settling between my thighs, he grabs his cock in one hand and places the head of it at my slit. Spread-eagled on the rack, I couldn't resist if I wanted to, and I gasp as I feel his weight lowering on top of me.
He starts forcing his huge prick between the lips of my vulva, and I grunt as I feel myself spreading around it. I am surprised at the size of the organ and my cunt hurts when he has the head inside of me. My vagina expands under the insistent pressure of the rod of flesh, and I am breathing heavily as his lips press down on mine.
His tongue slides between my teeth and actively explores the inside of my mouth. A muffled cry escapes from my throat as he gives a hard lunge and forces his cock all of the way into my vagina. The huge prick begins to slide in and out of me with steady strokes as the monk pants and kisses me.
His sweat is dripping down over my own sweating body, and a tingle of delight is growing inside of my cunt as the magnificent abrasion of his mighty cock thrills my tissues.
The pain of the rack and the pounding of the penis in my belly blend into an indescribable pleasure and I know that I am getting ready to come. I try to hold it until he shoots his juice into me to get the greatest satisfaction from the fucking.
His cock starts jerking savagely and he rams it all of the way into me as he ejaculates his semen in a hard, hot stream. I'm coming and squealing and kissing the monk madly as I beg him to slam more of his semen into me because my whole body is aching with desire for all I can get out of his cock.
Soon his prick diminishes in size, and my monk-fucker leaves my battered body. Out of the corner of my eye, I can detect a sly movement. One of the monks now has a sharp pin that is about six inches long. He pinches the nipple of one of my breasts between thumb and forefinger and pulls it up to a peak.
Placing the sharp point of the pin at the side of my nipple, he pushes it all of the way through while I scream in pain. He then places it at the side of my breast bulge and pushes it into the fatty tissue of my tit. He does this several times to both of my breasts until they are aching from the punctures. Then the other monk climbs on top of me and starts fucking me.
Chapter Five
I am a city girl, and I am visiting my cousin on the farm where she lives. I am walking down the quiet country road to the farmhouse. I am a teenager and I am wearing a blouse, skirt, white socks and low shoes.
In my hand, I am carrying a small bag of clothing for my visit. Pausing at the gate, I look at the house for a moment and see the barn rising behind it. The faint sound of livestock comes from the direction of the barn.
Pushing open the gate, I walk up the path to the front door and step onto a low concrete front porch. I cannot hear any sounds from the inside of the house. This puzzles me, because my cousin knew that I was coming to visit her.
I push the doorbell and wait patiently for a few minutes. I open the screen door and test the knob on the wooden panel. The knob turns easily and I open the door. I look curiously into the front room. I call out my cousin's name, but get no answer.
Stepping into the house, I close the door behind me and set down my bag. I suspect that my cousin might be taking a nap, so I walk quietly toward the bedroom. It's just down a short hall and I can see that the door is slightly ajar. Touching my fingers to the panel, I swing it open silently, then I stare in astonishment at the sight that meets my eyes.
My cousin is on the bare wooden floor on her hands and knees. She is completely naked, and a huge German shepherd dog is braced on her back with its front paws clutched around her waist.
My cousin's thighs are spread apart and her buttocks are lifted upward to expose her cunt to the large dog penis that is sliding in and out of her body as the dog hunches its hips energetically. The girl is sweating and grunts each time that the cock is rammed into her belly.
The hinges of the door squeak a little, and she glances in my direction, her eyes half closed with passion. Then she turns her head away and ignores me, concentrating on being fucked by the dog.
There is a small smile on her half parted lips, and she is making little sounds of pleasure. Her breasts are jiggling as the panting dog pounds it rigid penis powerfully into her, and her pink nipples are stiffly erected. The dog's tongue periodically licks its jowls as it hammers its cock into the girl with a single-minded purpose.
Now and then, it growls as its paws slip on the girl's sweaty flesh and it frantically readjusts its position. Its claws scratch red lines on the tender white flesh, but my cousin doesn't seem to mind the abrasions.
She is beginning to tremble, and an expression of rapture appears on her face as she holds her position under the dog. The animal suddenly hinges forward with its hips and strains to get its cock as deep into her as possible. The girl makes wordless sounds as she shoves backward against the dog to help it get its hot prick deeper. She waits for the impending orgasm.
The dog's hips jerk hard as the animal slams its semen into her belly with powerful ejaculations. My cousin squeals with rapture as she feels the dog sperm pounding into her vagina. Her abdomen responds to the hot liquid being hurled into her cunt with a beautiful climax as she thrills to the canine virility that vibrates inside of her.
Having completely spent its juice, the dog finally pulls its wet cock out of her hole, and she collapses onto the floor in an erotic daze. The dog sniffs at her cunt, then turns and trots out of the door.
I hurry across the room and sit down next to my cousin, asking her if she is all right. She rolls over onto her back and gazes dreamily up at me, brushing a whisp of blonde hair from her forehead.
She assures me that she is all right and apologizes for letting me catch her being fucked by the dog. I ask her if she liked it, and she eagerly admits that she does. She tells me that she has been letting the dog screw her for a couple of years, but only does it when she is alone on the farm. Her parents have taken a trip and won't be back for a week, so she is enjoying herself with the animals.
Surprised, I ask her if she has ever let any other animals screw her. She says that she has, and now she likes to be fucked by animals instead of boys.
Rising to her feet, she gets dressed and suggests that we have lunch. I get my bag and bring it into the bedroom while she goes into the kitchen.
While we are eating lunch, she describes how nice it feels to be kneeling under an animal while it rams its cock into her cunt. As she talks my nipples harden and jut through the thin cloth of my blouse as I feel my pulse quicken. She notices this and asks me if I would like to see how it feels to have an animal's prick inside of me.
My cheeks crimson, but I smile and admit that I am curious about it. She tells me that we can't use the dog right now, because it loses interest for awhile after fucking her. However, there is a goat out on the bam that is even better. It's a little rougher, though, so I had better be prepared for a bit of a beating.
When we finish washing the dishes, I am trembling with anticipation. My cousin tells me that it won't hurt too much, and she suggests that I take off my clothes.
I am scared that somebody might see me and I hesitate, but my cousin assures me that the other farms are quite a distance away and we will not be bothered.
We go into the bedroom and I begin undressing as my cousin watches me. When I am completely naked, I stand in the middle of the bedroom shivering a little. My cousin giggles and walks quickly over to a dresser to open the drawer.
She pulls out a chain and dog collar. As long as I am going to be fucked by an animal, she suggests that I let her lead me out to the barn like one. I blush with embarrassment. But I stand quietly as she buckles the leather collar around my slim neck. She tells me to stay where I am, and she walks several feet away until the long chain is stretched between us. Then she orders me to stay at the end of the chain and not come any closer to her.
The girl turns and walks toward the door. I feel the chain tug at my neck collar and I start trotting after her, my bare feet padding softly on the wooden floor. My large breasts are bouncing and jiggling, and I cup them with my hands to keep them still. As I touch the soft white mounds, I feel my nipples standing up stiffly.
I am panting with excitement as my cousin leads me through the kitchen to the back door. She doesn't look back as she leads me outside, and I follow her obediently like a domesticated am mal.
The back porch is rough against my bare feet and I follow her down the wooden steps. I am now following her across the ground and a cool breeze caresses my naked body. I feel small stones against the soles of my feet and I am breathing heavily as I trot to keep up with my cousin.
I glance across the countryside and I feel a slight twinge of fear at being out in the open like this. The smells of the barn reach my nostrils, and my bare foot sinks into the warm paste of a fresh turd as we approach the doors. My cousin leads me into the shadowed interior of the barn, and I can hear the sounds of animals shuffling in their stalls. The chain attached to my neck pulls me along the center aisle.
The girl leads me into a milking stall, and tells me that she is going to let the goat fuck me here. She pulls me over to one end of the stall where two vertical bars are attached to a pair of horizontal railings. This is where cows are fastened when they are being milked.
At her direction, I kneel on the muddy ground, and I place my head between the bars. She pulls the vertical bars closed until they are next to my neck, and it is impossible for me to pull my head out from between them. As I brace myself on my hands and knees, she tells me that this is to prevent me from trying to back out when the goat starts fucking me. Otherwise, it might get angry and hurt me.
She starts to leave the stall and suddenly she gives a cry of dismay.
I can turn my head a little. I see a tall boy standing at the end of the stall. He is dressed in farm clothes, and my face turns red with humiliation at having him see me like this, but there is no way to get my head out from between the bars.
He laughs and informs my cousin that he saw her leading me naked from the house and knows what we are going to do from listening to our conversation. He thinks it might be fun watching a girl being fucked by an animal, and it would be even more fun watching two girls getting screwed.
My cousin understands his meaning, and she knows that he would tell her parents if she doesn't cooperate. Flushing with embarrassment at the knowledge that he is going to be a spectator as we copulate with the goats, she raises her fingers to the neck of her blouse.
As he stands grinning at her discomfiture, she strips naked and cringes before him. Following his order, she turns and steps into the adjoining stall as he slaps her across her bare buttocks.
The girl obediently gets down on her hands and knees and places her head between the bars. Bringing the bars close to her neck, the boy locks them in place. Not saying a word, we crouch in our stalls and glance at each other in humiliation as we wait for the boy to bring the goats.
I hear the sound of the boy's footsteps returning. He leads two large goats over to the stalls and releases them, then leans on the partition to watch us. The goat in my cousin's stall heads directly toward her. It has fucked her before and knows why she is crouched there. My cousin shudders with fear, knowing from experience how rough it will be.
The goat clambers up on her nude back, and she cries out in pain at the feeling of its hoofs scraping against her sides. The animal begins to hunch its hips, and she moans steadily as the huge cock enters her slit and bores into her cunt. The boy laughs at her distress and I shudder as he turns to watch the goat in my stall, approaching my helpless young body.
Now the goat is right behind me. Realizing that there is no way out of the predicament, I whimper and spread my thighs apart as I brace myself for the weight of the animal. I feel it climbing onto my back and its hair is coarse against my delicate body. Its hoofs scratch my sides and it locks its forelegs around my waist as it braces itself to penetrate me.
I am already panting and sweating from holding its weight as its cock begins to pummel my belly. The feeling of the animal penis between my legs begins to give me a feeling of pleasure. My nipples firm and I am ashamed that a boy is watching my reaction.
The head of the stiff cock suddenly catches at my snatch, and I gasp as it starts to spread my opening. Grunting, I feel myself stretching to receive the huge cock. My nude body is shining with sweat as I feel the goat's rigid penis enter my hole and bore steadily into my belly. Crying out in pain, I feel it being shoved in to its entire length. It is filling my vagina and the goat begins to ram it in and out of me with savage strokes. My slim shoulders are jammed against the bars with each inward thrust of the great cock.
The boy is laughing at the sight of the goats screwing us two girls, but we are too involved in our fucking to pay anymore attention to him. Sweat drips from our faces and we are making ecstatic sounds as the pricks pound the insides of our fuck holes.
Incredibly, I find myself wanting the goat on top of my back to fuck me harder. With a powerful thrust, the goat rams its cock deep into me and scrapes its hoofs against my sides as it tries to get its stiff prick farther inside of my hot channel.
I feel the animal shaft throbbing inside of my vagina and it suddenly jerks, sending a geyser of semen slamming into my belly as I squeal with rapture.
My cousin is screeching with pain and pleasure, and her naked body is curved upward as the goat on her back forces her delicate shoulders against the bars in an attempt to ram its cock deeper into her twat. The goats jam us tightly to the bars as the strain into us, and we are in a daze of ecstasy as we feel their hot semen jetting into our bodies.
The pressure is finally gone from my back. I brace myself on my hands and knees, and I tremble as I draw in shuddering breaths. A warm wetness drips from my cunt and runs down the insides of my thighs. I glance over at my cousin to see if she survived the hard fucking. She is lying on the ground with her head still locked in the bars, but there is a smile of pleasant satisfaction on her lips. The boy has taken the goats away.
In a few minutes, I hear him returning, and there is another sound that seems like the hoof of a large animal. I turn my head and emit a wail of dismay. He is leading a mule into my stall!
He ties it at the entrance to the stall and walks toward me. The chain is still attached to the collar around my neck and he lifts the end of it. He opens the bars to release my head and I stumble awkwardly to my feet, my nude flesh still gleaming with perspiration.
As he tugs at the chain, I follow him over to the mule. He ties me to a post near the animal and tells me what to do. Cupping my bare breasts, I stare at the mule for a moment as humiliation surges through me, then I walk submissively to the hindquarters and bend over.
Reaching underneath the beast, I extend my hand and close my small fingers around the hairy extension near the animal's hind legs. I start squeezing it firmly, and the flesh begins to harden. The penis begins to swell and extend redly as I manipulate it steadily.
I hear the boy carrying boxes into the stall, but I concentrate on the task that has been assigned to me. The great cock is almost three inches in diameter and well over a foot long as I squeeze and pump it. I know what the boy is going to do, but I have no alternative. I know that I must get the prick as large and hard as possible. Panting from my efforts, I reach my other hand between the mule's hind legs and lift the huge testicles, steadily fondling them in my small hand.
The farm boy finally comes over to me and unfastens my chain from the post. I stop working on the mule's cock and obediently follow him over to the other end of the stall. I am shaking with fear as I see the boxes stacked where I had been fucked by the goat.
At an order, I lay down on my back and place my head once more between the bars. The bars are closed around my neck and I am locked in place for my ordeal. The wood is rough against my naked back, and my legs hang over the end of the box on which I am lying. The box is just long enough for my torso.
Staring up at the far ceiling of the barn, I hear the hoofs of the mule as it is led over to me. It straddles the boxes and hovers over my body. The boy tells me what to do, and I obediently spread my legs apart.
The mule lowers onto me and I gasp as I feel its huge hairy body resting on my abdomen. Even though its weight is not all of the way on me, it is crushingly heavy. I raise my arms and legs and press them on each side of the great torso, feeling the coarse hair against the insides of my delicate white thighs.
A pressure begins at my crotch and I know that the gigantic cock is touching my vulva. I got it as hard as possible, so I know what I'm in for. The pressure increases, and I feel my slim shoulders being jammed against the bars that imprison my head.
I can move no further and I grunt as I feel the great prick beginning to spread the flesh of my slit. Sweating, I cry out in pain as I feel myself opening wider. I seem to be expanding forever, and it becomes a steady agony that forces screams from my throat.
Gripping the mule between my thighs, to try to ease the pain, I hold my perspiring cheek against its hairy belly as it continues to try to jam its incredible cock into me. My crotch seems to be splitting wide open as the steady pressure tears at my cunt. I lose track of time, but suddenly find that I am stretched tightly around the head of the great prick, and it is beginning to cram its way through my hole. Panting wordless sounds of pain, I feel it being forced into my vagina.
Sweating and screaming, I feel it filling my belly like a gigantic post as I endure the agonizing impalement. With its huge, dumb strength, the mule manages to force its long, hard prick all of the way into my fuck hole. I know how big I was able to get it by fondling it, and I am horrified that such a tremendous organ is now jammed inside of my body and stretching my vagina to impossible dimensions. My insides are throbbing with pain as I await the fucking.
With powerful jerks, the mule starts trying to pull its hard cock out of the tight grip of my cunt and I shriek hysterically at the pain in my gut. It gets its sex organ partway out of my hole and then rams it in again as the breath rushes out of my lungs.
I am too stunned by the penetration to scream, and I grunt as the cock is pulled out and plunged into me again. Sweating profusely, I hold my arms and legs firmly against the sides of the mule's body as it fucks me with powerful animal lunges.
Panting and grunting, I feel it beginning to slide in my belly more easily as my body exudes lubricating liquids. I feel like I'm being fucked by a giant piston that hammers inside of the throbbing tunnel of my vagina.
Animal sweat is pouring down on my naked body from the sides of the hairy body on top of me, and I am beginning to like the strong odor. I am moaning with pleasure and a wonderful feeling is growing inside of my abdomen as I helplessly take the mighty pounding.
The great cock sucks in and out of me wetly as the animal works itself toward a climax. I grunt in astonishment as the beast finally thrusts the full length of its penis into my cunt. It's bigger than I had gotten it with my hands and it is pulsating with power.
With a spasm that shakes my whole body, it abruptly slams an enormous injection of semen into my belly. I am too shaken by the giant ejaculation of hot liquid to do more than pant with rapture. A rolling orgasm surges through my abdomen, and I shriek with ecstasy at the feeling of the mighty bombardment of hot sperm inside of my cunt.
Chapter Six
It is the eighteenth century, and I am a young girl returning to her home in the United States after a long stay in Europe. I am wearing a lace-covered gown that has a voluminous skirt, and I am so completely covered that it is impossible to see that I have a beautiful figure. I think that my clothes are beautiful, though, and I would be quite embarrassed if a man saw so much as my ankle.
Up to now, the voyage has been uneventful, and I am strolling on the deck of the sailing ship. I am the only female on board and the men are very gentlemanly toward me.
As I gaze out over the ocean, I see another sailing ship in the distance. It has all of its sails set and looks like it is getting closer to us.
Suddenly, I hear excited voices from the bridge. I glance in that direction. The captain has- a telescope raised and is intently examining the approaching vessel. He lowers the glass and shouts a warning to the crew of our ship. It is a pirate ship that is bearing down on us, and it is flying the skull and crossbones. That means that it will be a fight to the death.
I am frightened and I don't know what to do. One of the sailors tells me to get into my cabin, and the male passengers will help fight off the pirates. I lift up my skirt and run across the deck toward the passenger quarters.
As I enter my little cabin, I feel completely helpless. There is a knock on the door and I open it. The sailor is there, and he hands me a flintlock pistol that is fully loaded. He assures me that they will be able to handle the pirates, but the gun will make me feel more secure.
As the door closes, I stand there holding the gun with uncertainty. I have never fired a gun before and this one looks so huge. Outside there is frantic activity. Even in my cabin, I can hear the cannon being readied for the battle.
There is a thundering explosion, and our ship shudders as it fires a broadside at the pirates. Trembling with fear, I listen to the sounds of the battle.
Cannonballs from the pirate ship strike our vessel and there is a continuous explosion of gunpowder. The pirate ship is close upon us and they throw grappling hooks over our gunwales. Fighting like savages, they swarm onto our deck and their cutlasses and small arms take a terrible toll.
Suddenly, I hear the sound of feet pounding down the passage toward my cabin, and I whimper with fright. Howling pirates are rampaging over the ship in search of booty, and I know that an innocent young girl will not be safe in their hands.
I think of turning the gun on myself, realizing that this was the reason the sailor gave it to me. He knew we couldn't possibly win.
At that moment, there is a rending crash as the door to my cabin is broken down. I scream as I see the blood-spattered pirates standing there. Without a second thought, I lift the gun in both hands and point it at them. I pull the trigger and there is a tremendous explosion as the recoil slams me back against the bulkhead.
As the smoke begins to clear away, I see one of the pirates lying on the deck. I know I killed him, and the other pirates snarl with rage and swarm through the door to get at me. There was only one shot in the gun, and I am now completely at their mercy.
Rough hands grab me and I am speechless with fright. Some of the pirates raise their bloody cutlasses and want to kill me, but the others hold them back. It's been a long time since they left port, and they don't want to ruin a good piece of pussy. I almost faint as I realize that the whole pirate crew is going to use me.
They quickly bind my hands behind me and hustle me out of the cabin, giving me no more time to think about my fate. All of the men on the ship have been killed, and the pirates are busy carrying loot across the blood-spattered deck.
Shaking with terror, I am dragged over to the railing and lifted onto the pirate ship. I have lost my shoes, and the wooden deck is rough against my bare feet as I am hurried over to one of the masts. Strong ropes quickly bind me to it and I watch helplessly as the pirates strip the ship I was on of everything of value. I can see them running around the ship lighting fires. Then they release the grappling hooks, and we drift away as the merchant vessel becomes a roaring inferno.
The merchant ship is now a smoking ruin in the distance, and the pirates turn their attention to me. Most of them are drinking to celebrate their victory, and they tell the captain that I killed one of their men. In a rage, he orders me whipped with a cat-o-nine-tails.
I plead with them not to whip me, but my words are lost in the sounds of the pirates demanding that I be punished. Two of the men release me from the mast and hold my arms while another reaches for the neck of my dress. His fingers curl cruelly into the fabric and rip downward. I struggle uselessly as my dress is jerked down over my shoulders and my arms are pulled from the sleeves.
I am stripped to the waist and I blush with humiliation as the pirates make obscene remarks about the full white globes of my naked breasts. My hands are held tightly as strong cords are bound around my thumbs. Making sounds of dismay, I feel my arms being pulled over my head. My breasts are heaving with my heavy breathing, and the howling pirates watch with fascination as the rest of my clothing is removed.
Two men are working at my dress and pulling it down over my wide hips. The garment drops to my ankles, and I hold my thighs tightly together in a futile effort to conceal my pussy. I shriek with pain as the pressure increases on my thumbs, and I try to keep my bare feet in contact with the deck. Perspiration shines on my naked body as I am slowly lifted into the air. I am now hanging several inches from the deck and swaying slightly with the rolling motion of the ship. I dare not move for fear of hurting my thumbs even more, and I must endure the embarrassment of having my nudity exposed to the lascivious gaze of the rapacious crew.
One of the pirates is walking toward me, carrying the multi-thonged whip called the cat-o-nine-tails. My eyes are wide with terror as I stare at the vicious instrument of torment.
Stepping behind me, he raises the device. He slashes it toward me, and there is a cracking sound as the nine thongs strike the delicate white flesh of my naked back. A scream of agony rips from my throat, and the pirate crew howls with delight as the whip drops away to reveal my back covered with vicious red stripes.
My breasts are trembling as I draw in a shuddering breath and await the next lashing. Another shriek is torn from my throat as I feel the terrible pain of the whip slashing around my buttocks. At the same time, a sudden thrill warms my loins and my nipples rise to stiff pink erections on my lush breast. I am dismayed at my reaction and my cheeks redden at the realization that my innocent young body is responding erotically to the whipping.
The pirate walks around in front of me, and I shriek hysterically as the cat-o-nine-tails cracks across the white mounds of my naked breasts. At the same time, a feeling of pleasure begins to suffuse my belly, and I am squirming in pain and pleasure. Panting and sweating, I wait for the next cutting stroke, hoping that the pirate will whip me to a climax. With the full force of his strong arm, the pirate strikes me across the abdomen with the whip and it feels like my vagina is exploding as the pain triggers a fabulous orgasm. I am squealing with ecstasy as he continues to whip me.
When the whipping finally stops, I am covered with livid stripes from my shoulders to my ankles and moaning with a mixture of sensuality and agony. My thumbs are hurting awfully and my soft brown hair is soaked with sweat. I am lowered until my feet are touching the deck, but my legs are too weak for me to stand and two of the pirates hold me erect as the thongs are untied from my thumbs.
The men are moving their hands over my naked body with obscene gropings, and I quiver as they grab my breasts and fondle them lewdly, pinching my nipples into a new erection. I gasp as my legs are forced apart and a finger is shoved into my slit. Although ashamed of my reactions, I spread my legs farther apart and emit sounds of feminine enjoyment as I feel the finger moving around inside of me.
I am breathing heavily when the finger is finally pulled out, and the pirates drag me over to where a small keg has been set on end. I am forced to sit down on the keg and spread my thighs apart. The pirates crowd around and watch me intently as one of them comes forward carrying a belaying pin. He hands it to me and I look at it in bewilderment, wondering what I am supposed to do with it.
It is a huge thing in my small hand; about twenty inches long and a couple of inches wide.
Suddenly, I understand why he gave it to me, and I blush furiously as I lower it between my thighs and listen to the derisive laughter of the sailors. I place the blunt end of the object against my vulva and begin to apply pressure. I have no choice in the matter because I am their helpless captive and have no chance of rescue.
There is a twinge of pain as my vulva begins to expand, and I draw in my breath sharply as I feel myself surrounding the object. Holding the belaying pin in both hands, I increase the pressure. My face and breasts are red from embarrassment at this thing that I am forced to do to myself. The pirates are watching in fascination as I ram the belaying pin into my cunt, and they are making obscene remarks as I sweat and grunt from my efforts.
Pushing hard, I force the end of the device into my hole. I cry out in pain as the hard shaft penetrates me. Now I am straining as I force it deeper into my vagina and my eyes widen with astonishment as I feel it filling my belly. I am panting and a feeling of pleasure spreads through my abdomen as I jam the long wooden staff into my snatch.
With a sigh, I relax for a moment and enjoy the fullness inside of me. Getting a good hold on the belaying pin, I begin to slide it out of my cunt. A sound of pleasure gurgles in my throat at the delightful friction, and my nipples rise to stiff points on my beautiful breasts. With a hard shove, I ram the belaying pin back into my belly and emit a sound of rapture as the pirates laugh derisively at my reaction to the masturbation. Even their jeers arouse me and I giggle happily as I begin to pound the belaying pin in and out of my vagina.
I am panting and sweating, and my breasts are jiggling from my rhythmic insertions of the object. IT FEELS SO GOOD! A delirium of joy fills me as I concentrate on jacking myself off, and I no longer care who sees me doing it.
There is a slash of pain across my naked back, and I hear one of the pirates bark an order as the cat-o-nine-tails drops away. Breathing hard and trying not to lose the rhythm, I spread my thighs wider apart so they can see everything I am doing to myself. Squealing with pleasure, I experience and indescribably elation as I pound my cunt harder. Sweat is streaming from my naked young body, and I can hardly wait to reach my climax. I know that I am going to come, and I strain the belaying pin deeper into my vagina, thrilling to its great size in my fuck hole. My whole body trembles as it responds to an exhilarating orgasm that fills my organs with flashes of ecstasy.
I am so weak from coming that I almost fall off of the keg, but the pirates catch me and lift me to my feet. For a moment, I hang limply in their rough grasp, trying to catch my breath as my full breasts heave with my heavy breathing. The belaying pin sticks out of my snatch like a strange cock as I stand with my legs spread slightly apart.
A hand slaps my face, then other hands start slapping other parts of my nude figure. A shriek erupts from my throat as fingers pinch my nipples until they hurt terribly. The pirates issue a degrading command and I shudder as I reach down between my thighs. Gripping the belaying pin in both of my hands, I begin to slide it in and out of me as I start to stumble along the deck. The cat-o-nine-tails once again slashes across my unprotected body and I groan as I endure this obscene ordeal.
My delicate white flesh is covered with the marks of the whip as I stagger down the length of the ship's deck to the tune of shrieks of unmerciful laughter. The belaying pin moves rhythmically inside of my vagina as I plunge it into me with each jolting step and I feel a perverse pleasure in being- whipped as I masturbate myself toward a climax under the painful goading.
Sobbing and shuddering with rapture from my orgasm, I am forced to continue to fuck myself with the belaying pin as I am beaten back toward the keg. I am finally made to bend over the keg and grasp it with both hands. I spread my legs apart and feel one of the pirates withdrawing the belaying pin from my hole, feeling a twinge of pleasure as the long rod slides out of my belly with a wet, sucking sound.
Glancing over my shoulder, I see one of the pirates taking off his clothes as the others encourage him with depraved advice. I plead with them to let me rest, but am sternly told by the captain that the killer of one of his men doesn't deserve any rest.
Whimpering with fear, I brace myself for more degradation as the naked pirate approaches me. Shivering, I feel him rest one of his calloused hands on my soft buttock as he pumps his cock to full rigidity. He places the head of the cock between the cheeks of my ass and maneuvers it inward until the throbbing flesh is pressing against my anus.
I frantically beg him not to shove his cock into my asshole, but he only laughs cruelly. He grasps my buttocks with both hands and begins to push the head of his prick harder as I close my eyes and try to endure the pain. I grit my teeth and make little sounds in my throat as I feel myself spreading under the pressure.
The pirate gives a strong lurch with his hips, and I suddenly scream as I stretch around his cock with unexpected rapidity. Sweat shines on my nude flesh, and I am moaning as he rams his cock deeper into my asshole without any regard for the pain he is causing me. He leans over me and slides his arms around me to cup my soft breasts in his hands. He pulls his cock out of my tight channel, then rams it in again.
I am sobbing from agony, but I hold my position as I feel the huge prick pounding in and out of my rectum. Concentrating on my ass-reaming, I am hardly aware of the babble of voices as the hard drinking pirates watch their comrade fuck me in the ass. He suddenly jams his tool into me so hard that it almost knocks the wind out of me as I feel it begin to ejaculate, hurling hot semen into my intestines. It gives a final jerk and spurts a last stream of sperm into my asshole, then the other pirates pull him away and I feel his prick sliding out of me.
I am groaning from the apparent endlessness of this ordeal, and now I understand why the sailor on my ship gave me the gun to kill myself. Still, I am beginning to find a growing pleasure in my mistreatment. The complete helplessness of being used without my consent is an experience that my young female body has never known. I am trying not to like it, but I find myself awaiting my next penetration with an unexpected breathlessness.
Another pirate takes his place behind me and I can feel his hard cock pushing against my vulva. I spread my knees a little more and thrust my hips upward to put my slit in a better position for him. My soft flesh is stretching around his cock. Son-of-a-bitch-it-feels-so-GOOD! Oh, my god, what a wonderful cock! I'm nice and tight around it, and it's sliding deeper into my vagina. It's filling my belly with its god damned good hardness! Long and solid, it starts slipping inside of me like a magic wand. As the pirate wraps his arms around my waist and hunches his ass to ram his prick deeper and harder into my delicate body, I squeal with rapture. I want him to fuck the hell out of me and he's really doing his best. If the rest of them fuck me like this, I know damn well that I'm going to be knocked up higher than a kite before we reach port, but I don't care what happens so long as I get more cock. He begins jerking, and he jams his prick deep into my belly as I feel his hot semen filling me with his virility. God dammit, I love to be fucked! I'm shrieking in ecstasy as I tremble under the onslaught of the sperm that slams into my belly and triggers my organs into an absolutely marvelous orgasm.
Chapter Seven
I work in an advertising agency and I just got off of the bus in the neighborhood where I live. I had to work pretty late tonight, but I fixed myself up as pretty as possible before I left the office. In my type of work, I have to be careful of my appearance and the company I keep.
I am wearing a very feminine dress and my perfume makes me feel soft and delicate. I try to keep that delicate appearance with everything I wear, and it's not difficult, because I am not really very strong.
My footsteps echo on the concrete of the sidewalk, and my breasts bounce with each step. My beautiful figure could not help but attract attention on a crowded street, but this place is deserted at this time of night. Some of the old houses are also deserted and haven't been lived in for years.
As I pass by one of the ancient places, I hear the sound of a voice. I glance in that direction. The front of the building I am passing is close to the sidewalk, and I can see a figure standing in the doorway. It is a dirty tramp and he asks me if I have a match. I hesitate for a moment, but he doesn't look very dangerous.
Shrugging my shoulders, I open my purse and pull out a pack of matches. He reaches for it and steps out of the doorway a little way. I am suddenly bewildered as I find that he has me trapped between himself and the doorway. Before I can decide what to do, he moves forward and pushes me into the entry.
The tramp laughs, and I am panic-stricken as he orders me not to make any noise. I am afraid to scream. I draw in my breath sharply as I feel his hand touch my breast through the thin cloth of my dress. I don't dare move, and I stand here quietly as he cups my breasts and feels them with crude gropings.
His fingers press into the soft flesh and squeeze my luxurious mounds as I make little sounds of protest. I feel my nipples beginning to rise to stiff points, and a blush suffuses my cheeks at my reaction to these unwelcome caresses. As he slides a finger into the neck of my dress and pushes it into my soft cleavage, I begin to breathe heavily. I can feel the rough wood of the building through my dress as I press backward against the unyielding structure.
My knees are shaking as I realize how completely I am trapped, I shudder as I feel his hand drop down to my belly and rub me through the fragile fabric.
The tramp drops his hands from my quivering body and pushes open the door that is next to us. It creaks on rusty hinges as it swings wide to reveal a long, dusty hall. The tramp places his hand against my back and pushes me inside.
Dropping my purse, I stumble forward and shiver at the feeling of cold air that drifts up under my dress. The door slams shut and blocks off the world. The old house is devoid of furniture and musty odors come from long abandoned rooms that are covered with dust. The windows are boarded up and only a little light comes through to reveal my delicate form cringing before the tramp.
He orders me to strip naked, and I blush with shame as I raise my hands to work at the fastenings behind my neck. As my dress loosens around my shoulders, I bend over to grasp the hem and pull the garment upward.
Stripping the dress over my head, I drop it onto the dusty floor, and it falls into a rumpled heap. I hesitate, begging the tramp not to make me take off all of my clothes, but he slaps my face and I stumble backward. Frightened, I reach quickly behind me and unfasten my brassiere. I pull the straps from my soft shoulders, and my breasts hang naked as the cups are slipped off of them.
I am shivering with the cold of the hall as I reach my fingers into the waist of my panties and slide the garment over the lush curves of my hips. Stepping out of the panties, I drop them onto the floor and remove my shoes. I unfasten my garters and slide my nylon stockings down over my beautiful legs. Removing my garter belt, I cower nakedly in the hall and try to cover myself with my hands.
As he watches me cringing in front of him, the tramp laughs evilly. With fright-widened eyes, I notice that he is removing his belt. I suspect what he is about to do, and I plead with him not to hurt me. He gives me an order, and I back away from him with a sound of dismay. My bare feet leave footprints in the dust as I turn and stumble toward the wall.
Raising my arms, I place the palms of my hands against the wall. Then I spread my legs apart and brace myself for the whipping. My naked young body is completely at his mercy, and I shiver as I feel his hand sliding over the soft skin of my lovely back.
His hand comes around to the front of me and cups my full hanging breast, squeezing it and bringing the nipple to a rigid erection as I blush with shame. He steps away from me and raises the belt, then slashes downward with it.
I shriek in pain as I feel the brutal leather striking against my unprotected body. Panting, I wait for the next blow and it comes quickly as my figure begins to glisten with perspiration.
He begins to concentrate on whipping my buttocks, and I gradually acquire a feeling of pleasure from each of the painful strokes. Writhing my hips slowly, I arch my ass outward to meet the belt as a pleasure sensation grows in my loins. Uninhibited cries of pain and pleasure begin to come from my lips. The whipping finally stops and I lean against the wall, panting and sweating. Glancing over my shoulder, I see him grinning at me, and I am humiliated by his discovery that I enjoyed the beating of my delicate body.
He slaps me on the ass with the belt and I turn away from the wall. At his order, I precede him down the hall under the prodding slashes of the belt. My breasts are jiggling with the movements as I trot ahead of him and the floor is cold against my bare feet.
We go through a doorway into an old kitchen and I step carefully to avoid the sharp edges of the peeling linoleum. Against one wall is a rusted old stove that is covered with cobwebs.
I am bewildered by what is happening to me and I cower in the center of the shadowed room as I await his next order. Pushing his hand against my bare back, he shoves me toward a door. He reaches around me and grasps the knob, then forces the door open on creaking hinges.
I can hear the faint sound of male voices and I hesitate. The belt slashes across my buttocks, and I whimper as I take a tentative step toward the rough wooden stairs and clutch my hands to my full breasts in a gesture of fear. Shivering with the cold, I reach the bottom of the stairs. Across the basement I can see a small light and a group of male figures. They turn in our direction as I am urged across the dirt floor that is littered with discarded planks of wood.
I am standing in front of the men, and the tramp who captured me forces me to drop my arms to my sides to expose my entire body to the callous scrutiny of his comrades. Flushed with humiliation, I stand obediently as their eyes feast on my beautiful breasts and visually devour my naked body.
I am forced to turn around so they can get a good look at my feminine contours. The things they are saying about me are shocking, and my breasts rise and fall rapidly with my terrified breathing. They finally draw lots to see who will fuck me first, and a brutal, unshaven lout rises to his feet. He grabs my arm and I am led away from the others, pleading with him not to treat me too rough.
In a far corner of the basement, he stops me near an old and soiled mattress. My knees feel Weak as I sink down onto the mattress and look up at him. I watch him undressing and shudder as his filthy body is revealed. It will be revolting to have him on top of me, but I am not strong enough to resist him.
Getting down onto the mattress beside me, the tramp reaches out and pulls me into his arms as I tremble at the cruelty of his embrace. His breath smells awful as he jams his mouth down onto mine, and I almost gag as he forces his tongue between my lips. I whimper as his tongue explores the inside of my mouth. His hands are roving coarsely over my bare back as he grips my body so tightly against him that my soft breasts are flattened to his chest.
I am panting as he jams his belly firmly against mine. He thrusts his long, hard cock between my thighs. Against my will, I am responding to his brutality with a tingle of interest. His large prick rubs steadily against my slit and my passions are slowly becoming aroused.
The tramp abruptly pulls his tongue out of my mouth and I gasp for air. His stiff penis stops rubbing against my thrilled cunt, and I wonder what he is going to do to me now. Pushing me over onto my stomach, he shoves his hand between my legs, forcing me to spread them apart.
I suddenly realize his intentions and I plead with him not to do it. I know that he is going to hurt me, but I lie here meekly as he climbs on top of my back. He is very heavy, and I grunt as he presses me down into the dirty mattress.
His hips settle between my legs and I feel the blunt end of his hard prick pressing between the cheeks of my ass as his arms slip around my nude body and hold me in a crushing embrace. The head of the hard cock presses against my anus and I grit my teeth in anticipation of the pain.
At first there is only the pressure, then my hole begins to rebel as I automatically tighten to prevent his entry. He keeps forcing himself harder against me, and I suddenly cry out at the pain that lances through my anus. I try to resist, but I know that it is useless and I abruptly drop my defenses.
Sweat gleams on my white skin as I surrender to his overpowering strength, and feel the rigid penis spreading my asshole wider. The pain is excruciating as my muscles give up the fight and admit his organ into my rectum. I am crying and pleading with him to stop, but he continues to ram his huge cock into my body and I feel it filling my hole like a monster turd.
He finally has it all of the way into me, and I am surprised that my asshole can take such a long and thick penis. Grunting and sweating like an animal, he begins to pound his cock in and out of my rectum. It hurts like hell at first, but my body gradually becomes accustomed to its presence and I find myself beginning to enjoy having him inside of me.
Breathing heavily, I begin to arch my hips upward to meet his inward thrusts. Our naked bodies slap wetly together as we struggle like two animals in heat. Now I really want him to come inside of me, and I thrill to the hardness of his huge prick as it pounds in my rectum. I grunt like a pig as he suddenly rams the flesh pole deep into me and strains to cram my ass with it. It begins to jerk and I feel hot ejaculations of semen slamming rhythmically inside of my rectum as I sigh with pleasure.
When the tramp finally pulls his cock out of me, I am lying weakly on the sweat soaked mattress. The realization of how much I enjoyed having him fuck me in the ass fills me with self-loathing and I shudder with humiliation.
Reaching over to his clothing, the tramp gets a penknife and opens the blade. I look at him in fear as he orders me to raise my buttocks. I get up on my hands and knees and thrust my ass upwards, understanding his intentions. He is going to carve his initials into my butt to prove that he has fucked me.
I hold my breath as I feel the tip of the blade touch my soft flesh. Then it sinks in and I cry out in pain as it begins to move through the white Skin, leaving a thin red line. When he is finished, his initials are permanently carved into my delicate body, and I am trembling from the experience.
The first tramp leaves and another comes across the basement toward the corner where I am trapped as their private whore. He steps onto the mattress and opens his pants, dropping them down his legs. Lying down on the mattress, he points at his semi-rigid cock and gives me an order. I shrink away from him and shake my head.
Angry at my refusal to do what he wants, he slaps my face and tears spring into my eyes. Sobbing my own helplessness, I get onto my knees beside him and reach for his male organ. My small hand grasps the limp flesh and I begin to fondle it. As I massage his cock, it begins to get harder and longer. It is finally so big that my hand cannot get all of the way around it, and I wonder how I will ever be able to get it into my mouth.
Holding his throbbing penis with both hands, I bend over and moisten my lips with my tongue. Rubbing my hands up and down the cock to keep it hard, I part my lips and spread them over the blunt head of the prick. The male flesh is warm with his pulsating blood as it enters my mouth, and I am breathing rapidly as it touches my tongue.
I open my mouth wider until the whole diameter of the stiff penis is inside of me. Moving carefully, I begin to lower my head. The cock slides smoothly into the hot wetness of my mouth until I can feel the head touching the back of my throat. Raising my head, I slide the cock almost all of the way out and it glistens with my saliva. I start to move my head up and down, taking the cock all of the way into my mouth and then letting it slide out. I become so absorbed in my movements that all I can think of is sucking on this hard cock until I can make the tramp come.
I am panting and perspiring, and my nipples are standing out stiffly from my dangling breasts. Feeling a trembling in the huge penis, I know that the tramp is about to shoot his juice. Quickly sliding my mouth all of the way down onto the throbbing organ, I caress it with my tongue as I wait for the ejaculation.
With a spasmodic jerk it begins to spurt male liquid into my mouth and I swallow hurriedly as the hot, salty semen slams against the back of my throat. When I have sucked all of the come from his cock, I let it slide out of my mouth and gasp for air.
Knowing what the man wants to do next, I obediently get down on my hands and knees and raise my buttocks. He opens his knife and I feel a stab of pain in the cheek of my ass. I tighten my lips and emit muffled sounds of pain as the blade slowly carves his initials into my delicate flesh. Sweating and quivering, I collapse onto the mattress. I know that I will never be able to go back to the advertising agency after this humiliation.
A tramp gets up from the group and walks over to my side of the basement. He is smoking a cigarette and eyeing me contemplatively. He orders me to lie on my back and spread out my arms and legs. Bewildered, I do as he tells me and stretch out my limbs toward the four corners of the mattress. I watch him disrobing.
When he is naked, he sits down beside me and puffs the cigarette for a moment. I suddenly know what he is going to do! I stay in my spread-eagled position, but I am shaking with fright as he extends the cigarette toward me. He lowers the glowing tip toward my heaving breast as I beg him not to burn my tittie. The cigarette suddenly touches the soft white flesh of my lush mound and I scream in agony, writhing under the burning contact. I don't dare move or he might do something worse. Sweat streams from my naked young body as he lifts the cigarette and touches it to my other breast. I shriek as pain streaks out from where he has placed it under my pink nipple. Moving the cigarette again, he lowers it toward my belly as I moan and squirm.
I feel the heat of the glowing coal getting nearer to my navel and I whimper in anticipation of the contact. As the coal enters my navel, I scream at the unbearable pain that shoots through my belly and convulse my abdominal muscles spasmodically.
Dropping the cigarette onto the ground, the tramp climbs on top of my shuddering body. His cock is long and hard as he settles between my legs. Grunting, I feel his weight lowering onto my tormented form. His arms slide under me and grip my torso firmly as the head of his prick presses between the lips of my cunt.
I groan as his weight crushes me down against the mattress and flattens my tortured breasts His lips touch mine and I obediently open to receive his tongue as my arms curl around his neck. The head of his prick is pressing harder against my vulva and my body begins to open for its entrance.
Suddenly, I find myself returning his tongue kiss with wild passion. I make sounds of pleasure as his cock spreads my fuck hole wider and begins to enter my vagina. It feels so good when I am finally surrounding it that I wriggle my hips with delight and make little movements to help him get it deeper.
Hard and long, it slides smoothly into my love channel, and I squeeze him between my thighs as I feel him filling my belly. The wonderful penis begins to move in and out of me with a pleasant rhythm and I feel a delightful warmth inside of my vagina from the abrasion of the solid male stag against my delicate tissues.
Our lips part and I rub my sweating cheek against his as I plead with him to fuck me harder with his beautiful cock.
My god, it's so big and solid! He pounds his prick inside of me like a powerful battering ram and I squeal with rapture as I feel myself rising higher toward a climax.
I know I am going to come and I beg him to hurry up and fill me with his manliness. Without warning, he rams his stiff cock all of the way into my belly, and I squeal excitedly as he grips my body more tightly. I've never felt so GOOD! Jerking savagely, his cock slams a river of semen into me and fills my vagina with rapture.
Feeling the tramp's hot sperm ramming into my belly I wrap my legs tightly around his waist. I kiss him madly as I reach my climax in a burst of ecstasy.. I'm coming! I'M COMING!