While the innocent are no strangers to violence, and never have been, the recent upsurge in criminal activity has taken a particularly grim toll of the unsuspecting bystander. And the reasons for their molestations have been more sinister.
Today's newspapers are filled with stories of oil company executives kidnaped for political purposes, of young heiresses taken for use as bait in acts of extortion, of diplomats gunned down in foreign capitals because they represent views of a government hostile to some particular minority.
Some of these acts have been committed in the name of some cause whose philosophy is probably suspect and whose means of executing same are sordid. All this is done because, supposedly, the end justifies the means. Additionally, there are the crimes which bring monetary gain to the perpetrators, and suffering to the victims. But in either case, it is the guiltless individual who suffers the most.
The story of Marilyn Murray is a case in point-an innocent woman suffering at the hands of cruel and depraved people, a woman forced to perform degrading acts against her will.
TRAINED FOR ANIMALS-a shocking story of one woman's humiliation. A story which holds a lesson for an uncaring society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Marilyn Murray lay naked in her motel room, stretching her bare, long legs on the king-sized bed. The soft, fuzzy sensation of the blue fluffed cotton blanket rubbing against her inner thighs sent chills rippling up and down her spine. She closed her eyes and squeezed her firm ass-cheeks together, pushing them down into the mattress.
"Oh!" Marilyn whispered huskily as she opened her mouth and let out a tiny gasp of delight. The slick, subtle friction of her inner cuntal surfaces rubbing against her rising clit-tip was steadily pushing her up the path toward climax. The beautiful blonde felt her large red nipples tighten up. A familiar warm glow spread over her pussy. Marilyn successfully fought the desire to reach down with her right hand and touch her swelling clit. That would come later. Right now she was enjoying this sexual self-teasing. Marilyn felt her mind buzzing with excitement while the steady pulsing itch in her cunt grew to an ache. Her pussylips puffed up to a dark red now, and her clit seemed to burn like a small lump of red-hot coal.
Marilyn's masturbating was interrupted by the ringing of her phone.
"Ohhhh!" she cried out in frustration as she blinked open her eyes and fought to catch her breath. The sudden plunge from the heights of clit-teasing to the stark reality of her motel room was almost painful. Sucking in a ragged breath, Marilyn rolled over on her right side and reached for the phone on the bed stand.
"Hi, Marilyn! Sorry I was out when you called. When did you get into town?" a young woman's voice chirped over the receiver.
"Tina? Thank God! I thought I was going to have to spend the next three days alone in Monterey!" Marilyn said, laughing softly as she propped herself up on her right elbow.
"I'm glad you phoned, honey. Bob's off on one of his usual sales trips for another week. I'm beginning to think I married a CIA agent instead of a farm machine salesman," Tina said a little sadly.
"Two women in town without anything to do," Marilyn joked, pushing herself up to a sitting position and leaning over to the right as she fumbled for the light switch on the lamp stand.
"Don't make it sound so glum, Marilyn. When I got your call I figured you'd want some company. So, little ol' Tina took it on herself to get you a date," Tina said, chuckling a little slyly at the other end of the line.
"You always know how to satisfy a girl, don't you?" Marilyn said, laughing also as she flicked on the light, then swung her firm legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. "But what about you? I mean, I'd like to see you before I drive back to San Francisco," Marilyn said as she picked up the phone with her left hand and started pacing slowly up and down the motel room.
"You don't think I just got you a date, do you?" Tina giggled.
"Tina! Your marriage! You and Bob! You mean you're going to cheat on your husband!" Marilyn said, shocked almost into disbelief. The blonde was far from being a prude. But Tina had always struck her as being very prim and playing by all the rules. Granted, it had been almost two years since she'd seen the young brunette. But even in her letters, Tina didn't indicate that she'd changed any from the college days when Marilyn got to know her.
"I'll tell you about that later," Tina said glumly. Marilyn noticed a definite change in her voice. It sounded as if her pride had somehow been stung. "So, are you interested or not?"
"Well, I guess if he's halfway decent, Tina. No ankle-suckers or cat salesmen," Marilyn said, looking at her naked, firm body in the mirror. Pretty good for thirty years, she thought to herself as Tina babbled on about her date.
"...and he works for the circus," she finally said.
"The circus? Oh God, you can really pick 'em," Marilyn said as she began to wonder about showing up on this blind date, "Come on, trust me. Besides, I want to see you and talk about-Bob and me," Tina said after some hesitation.
Marilyn sighed. She normally didn't like blind dates. They usually turned into some kind of disaster that left both parties panting for a way to get away from one another. But Tina was one of her best friends, and she did sound as if she needed a shoulder to cry on. But why did the woman have to talk to her on a date? Couldn't they get together just the two of them and talk over coffee?
"Well, okay," Marilyn said, admitting that one reason for accepting Tina's offer was the fact that she was just plain horny.
"Good! We'll pick you up in about an hour-around eight o'clock. See you then," Tina said, then rang off.
We'll? Marilyn repeated to herself as she slowly hung up the phone and wrinkled her forehead in thought. It sounded as if Tina and this whoever-he-is she was courting tonight had been going around together for more than just a few days. Time to figure that one out later, Marilyn said to herself as she walked back to the nightstand and put the phone down. She sighed deeply, raising both hands and rubbing her aching neck. It had been a long, hard day of arguing with cosmetic buyers in the Monterey Bay area. She'd carried her brown attache case filled with perfume and soap samples to what seemed to be every boutique, drugstore and department store on the Peninsula.
I'm beginning to feel like a broom salesman, Marilyn mused as she thought of what she had to do to get an order. She couldn't remember the number of times she'd had to slap hands away from her tits as buyers tried to corner her during "business" dinners. Sometimes she wound up fighting like a Sumo wrestler in sports car bucket seats, trying to ignore torrents of lewd suggestions as she attempted to steer the conversation back to sales.
Finally, she'd been able to get the reputation of a woman of steel. Both the male buyers and salesmen alike started to leave her alone sexually, concentrating on good, hard business bargaining. That was great for her wallet, but disastrous for her pussy. Yes, she'd proven both to herself and her company that she had the drive to be a business success. But the result was no men-or more correctly, a few men and a lot of fast fucks. It got to the point of wondering if she should use a stopwatch to see how fast the man who was hunching into her stretched cunt would blow his wad. Two strokes? Three? Then yank the old dick out, flip 'er back into the pants, and out the door before you could even catch your breath!
"Mmmmmmmm!" Marilyn yawned, pushing her arms high over her head and stretching as she turned and looked at herself again in the mirror on the closet door. Mentally, she took a good inventory of herself. She was a good-looking woman-not exactly ravingly beautiful, but able to hold her own with most women without working at it too hard. There wasn't a wrinkle of flab on her smooth body. The skin still had the luster and elasticity of a teenager's.
Marilyn rotated herself first one way, then the other after she stared at her big, hairy pussylips for several seconds. She pushed her arms in at her sides, making her already huge tits jut out into the air even further.
Eat your heart out, Raquel, Marilyn said to herself as she watched her nipples pop out of their surrounding reddish-brown flesh. Yep, a good-looking bitch! Marilyn thought as her greenish-blue eyes traveled once more up and down the reflection of her body in the mirror, taking note of that big blonde bush of cunt-hairs surrounding her full pussylips. She stiffened her back, standing up as erect as she could. Then she let out a long sigh and turned around, certain that tonight's blind date wouldn't be any different from the others. Either he'd be an absolute dud and she'd be trying to think of every way to dump him, or he'd look terrific but turn out to be a fast, lousy fuck.
I might as well be a nun, Marilyn said as she turned around and pulled open the top dresser drawer. She took out a pair of sheer silk pink panties and stepped into them, wondering if someone would be pulling them down tonight. Pulling out a matching pink bra and flipping her pendulous boobs into the halter, the blonde started to think of her ex-husband Chet.
It had been a frustrating marriage in every way except the bed. She had a college degree in business administration, and all he wanted to do was keep her home to clean and fuck. Well, she got out of that trap after three years of marriage. But slowly Marilyn was beginning to realize that she'd only fallen into another one.
As Marilyn pulled a short blue dress on over her head, then smoothed down her hair after she zipped up, she remembered how Chet used to fuck her mind into a state of exploding ecstasy. That was about the only good thing about her ex. He had eight inches of thick cock and knew how to use it. None of that slam-bam-thank-you-ma'am with Chet Murray. He'd get her down on the bed and start lapping at her tits, firing them up to a heat that almost melted the fatty tissue around her nipples. Then sliding his big, full lips across her panting belly, Chet would start to work on her pussy. He'd slip that trained, pointed tongue like a knife in between her tightly clenched snatch lips, flicking it in and out like a woodpecker's bill.
Got to stop thinking about that! Marilyn told herself as she shook her head. Getting herself worked up like this wasn't going to help. Marilyn gritted her teeth together and fought down the tight feeling beginning to grip her juicing pussy. There had to be some man out there who could satisfy her the way Chet did without locking her up like some prisoner. And then there were those dreams, becoming more vivid lately. They were about fucking mostly-replays of the screwings Chet used to give her. His cock would dangle invitingly in front of her, its drooling piss-slit leaking opaque drops of cum like some kind of retarded monster. She'd wake up sweating, her cunt on fire as if someone had set a match to her frazzled cunt-hairs. Marilyn would have to finish the job by hand, something that took the edge off her frustration but never eliminated it completely.
"Ohh!" Marilyn moaned again. She closed her eyes until that tickling, burning itch had faded a little. Her cunt felt very hot and moist. When she moved her hips slightly, the slick inner surfaces rubbed together and more hot juice seeped out, soaking the crotch panel of her pink panties. This was the hottest she'd been in a long time. Her fingers trembled ,and grew icy as a long, rippling shudder started up from her musky box and scudded along her spine.
The knocking at the door brought Marilyn back to her senses. She took one last glance in the mirror, then walked quickly to the door and opened it.
"Tina!"
"Marilyn!" the brunette said, smiling broadly as she stepped forward and hugged her friend tightly. Marilyn looked over Tina's right shoulder and saw two grinning men standing behind the brunette.
"Who's--? " Marilyn started to ask.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Frank Talbot, Marilyn Murray," Tina said, reaching back and hooking her right arm through a tall, dark-haired man's.
"Hi!" the man said, flashing a gleaming smile at her.
Marilyn felt her cunt rumble as she took a good look at the towering male in front of her. He was big, muscular, and had an overpowering air of self-assurance. Marilyn could understand why Tina was cheating on Bob if this was the cock she was riding on.
"And your date's over here," Tina said, turning her head around and motioning the other man to step forward.
Marilyn craned her neck to see what was walking forward toward her. When he came up to her, Marilyn stepped back almost automatically. He was taller than Tina's date and had a muscular frame that looked as if it belonged more to an ape than a human being. His dark curly hair was well-trimmed around the neck and ears, and his black eyes sparkled with excitement and mischief. There was a vitality about this man that seemed to radiate out of his body like electricity.
"Marilyn, this is Chris Orozco. He works for Farnham Circus as a horse trainer," Tina said, watching the two of them gazing a little stupidly into each other's eyes and obviously pleased at her match-making.
"Hello," Marilyn said softly, feeling her pussylips fluttering as Chris took her hand in his and squeezed it gently. The blonde almost fainted from excitement. Chris' thick, sensuous lips curled back into a broad smile one more time, revealing a long row of gleaming-white teeth that contrasted with his black, bushy mustache.
"Hi! Tina says you're in business," Chris finally said, breaking the almost painful silence.
"What?" Marilyn blurted out.
Chris' eyes opened wide as he blushed and dropped her hand. The four of them stared at one another for several seconds, then broke out into loud laughter.
"Not that kind of business," Chris said, grinning a little sheepishly at the blonde.
"Come on. I'm famished. Besides, I've got a lot to talk about with Marilyn. I haven't seen her in ages," Tina babbled as she backed out of her friend's room.
Marilyn locked the door, then joined the little party as it headed out into the motel parking lot.
"We'll use Chris' car. It's bigger," Tina said, walking up to a 1976 Cadillac El Dorado.
"Training horses must be profitable," Marilyn said as she stepped into the passenger side of the car.
"It pays well enough," Chris said, looking warmly at her.
Yes, tonight promises to be different, Marilyn thought hopefully as Tina and Frank got in the back and the car started up, speeding toward downtown Monterey.
They drove to Frank's-On-The-Wharf, a semi-exclusive restaurant overhanging the main pier in Monterey. All through dinner Chris kept asking Marilyn about her job. He seemed genuinely interested in her and her problems, something no man ever seemed to be. When he and Frank left for a few minutes to see about a special wine for dinner, Tina leaned forward and whispered to Marilyn.
"Well, what do you think?" she said softly.
"About yours or mine? Tina, what's going on between you and Bob?" Marilyn whispered back, glancing nervously around to see if the two men were walking back.
"I found out he's having an affair with another woman," Tina said, wincing as the words poured slowly out of her mouth.
"Oh Tina, I'm sorry," Marilyn said consolingly as she put her hand gently over her friend's.
"That's okay. He doesn't know I know yet. I've been fighting with that information for the past six months. You're the first one I've told. I'm not sure if I'm going to divorce him or not. In any case, I met Frank one night. At least for a while, he's been solving a lot of my problems, if you know what I mean," Tina said, brightening up a little and winking devilishly at her friend.
"And what about Chris?" Marilyn asked curiously.
"Oh, he and Frank are old army buddies. Frank works in the Carmel Valley. When this circus showed up on the Peninsula, Chris called him up and wanted to get together with him. Well, you called up about the same time. So the two of us decided it would-" Tina started to say.
"...be great if Chris and I would get together, right?" Marilyn said, smiling knowingly as she picked up her water glass and took a long sip from it.
"Well, you've got to admit you're impressed with him. Honey, if eyes could fuck..." Tina said as she leaned forward again and whispered the last few words.
"Tina!" Marilyn said warningly, motioning toward the bar with her right hand. The two men were walking back to the table, each carrying a bottle of red wine. The conversation turned back to light topics as the four of them laughed and small-talked into the early hours of the morning. When Marilyn finally glanced at her wristwatch, she noticed that it was almost two a.m.!
"My God! No wonder the waiter's been giving us a few dirty looks," Chris said as he picked up the tab and paid.
Big spender too, Marilyn thought admiringly as he helped her out of her chair and held her hand as they strolled in front of Tina and Frank through the parking lot.
"Hey, you two. Frank just lives a little off
Franklin here. We'll walk," Tina said as she waved good-bye to Marilyn and Chris.
"Well, that leaves me to escort you home," Chris said as he opened the door for her.
Marilyn slid into Chris' big car, her ass sinking down comfortably into the broad, soft seat as soon as she got in. The comfort excited her. She kept thinking that Chris had more in store for her than a good-night kiss when they got back to the motel.
"Good night to have the windows down," he murmured as he got in, started the engine and pushed the button that lowered all the windows. Marilyn felt the power of the car vibrate through her pussy as they pulled out of the parking lot and onto Lighthouse Avenue. As they sped toward Cannery Row, Chris turned on the heater to make the interior warm and cozy while the cool night air blew noisily into the car.
"That's the road to the motel," Marilyn said as he sped on.
"Thought we'd take a look at the beach first. There's a full moon out," Chris said as he turned around and grinned at her again. How could she say no? Marilyn smiled back and settled her ass into the soft seat cushions as the big Cadillac roared down the dark, deserted highway toward Asilomar Beach.
After a while Marilyn turned again to Chris. The big man hadn't said anything for several minutes. As her eyes darted a quick look between his legs, the blonde could see from the dim light thrown off by the dashboard that his slacks barely hid a hard cock. She could see its long, thick outline crawling up toward his belly. Marilyn felt a thrill zip through her as Chris sped faster and faster down the dark road. Her mind raced around almost as fast as the car was going. All that wine, soft lighting and conversation, combined with the speeding car and powerful engine vibrations, were making the woman feel hot and horny.
Yet, as much as she wanted Chris, there was something about the big man that almost frightened her. He was almost too powerful for her. It was a kind of destructive power that Marilyn sensed in the man. She almost wanted to shout orders for him to stop the car. But on the other hand, the blonde couldn't ignore the hot, itchy feeling in her pussy as she thought about what might be in store for her at the end of the road.
"What are you doing?" Marilyn asked as she watched Chris suddenly take his right hand off the steering wheel and begin to fumble with his belt and zipper.
He didn't answer her. There was only the sound of his zipper going down. Her eyes raced back to his crotch just as the thick, purple head of his cock slipped out from between the silver teeth of his opened zipper. Marilyn didn't say a word as he pulled his pants open, freeing the powerful cockshaft. It matched the size of his body-thick, long, throbbing with that destructive power the blonde sensed all through the evening.
"Oh God!" Marilyn groaned, cowering against the door and wondering what she should do.
Chris didn't give her time to think. When his prick was completely exposed, he grabbed it with one hand and gave it a tight squeeze. Marilyn watched in fascination as a thick drop of cum oozed out of the long slot at the tip of the silky head. Then he reached over with the same hand to Marilyn, letting go of his jerking dick for a second.
"What--? " she started to ask, feeling the slippery coating of cum on his palm as his hand closed over hers.
"Get a good feel of this, babe," Chris growled as he pulled her hand toward his dick.
"Please," Marilyn protested. She didn't mind the idea of going to bed with Chris. In fact, she'd even hoped it would happen tonight. But not in the car-and not with the kind of animal brutality that seemed to be taking him over right now. She could sense it, and that sense frightened the hell out of her!
"Come on, honey. You want my cock. Hell, you want it so bad you can't keep your legs together. I could smell that fuckin' cunt juice the minute I walked up to you tonight for the first time," Chris said, turning his head for a second and sneering at her.
Marilyn felt her skin crawl with terror and excitement as Chris' big hand squeezed hers almost painfully. She felt that raw, brutal animal power surge through her as he dragged her hand over the hot head of his throbbing, thickly veined cock.
"Please!" Marilyn whined again, twisting her hand in an attempt to break free. But Marilyn couldn't escape. It was hopeless. They were still speeding down the highway. Even if she could wiggle free, where would she go? Slowly, Chris pulled her hand toward the pulsating tip of his fat dick. Marilyn felt her pussy steaming up hotter and wetter. Her tits swelled up, while her nipples popped up and turned hard. Her boobs were driving her crazy, roasting in the confines of her bra as Chris forced her hand closer and closer.
"Rub that dick! Rub it like you want to chew it up with your pussy," Chris grunted as she felt the wet heat radiating out from his jerking rod.
"Oh Chris," Marilyn groaned as she felt her resistance weakening. She was about to stop fighting him when Chris' hand dropped from hers and went back to steering the car. Marilyn sighed, half in relief and half in frustration as the Cadillac sped through the night.
CHAPTER TWO
Chris turned into a small sandy road that led down the beach, hugging a small bluff that hid it from the main road. At first, Marilyn thought that Chris was going to stop. But he didn't. The car crept deeper and deeper into the darkness, drawing closer to the pounding surf on the beach. Finally he stopped and turned off the engine. Suddenly the cool night air grew strangely silent as the engine grew quiet. Marilyn sat quietly, teetering on the brink of terror and unspeakable excitement.
"Oh Chris," was all she could say as she felt his hand stretch across the space between them and wrap over hers again.
"Come on, honey. We've got a lot to do tonight," he said huskily.
"But here?" Marilyn asked nervously.
"You like cock, right? Nobody's gonna see us," Chris murmured as he wrapped his other arm around her and forced her hand onto the head of his prick.
The blonde felt a strange hot wetness suddenly float over her pussy as the hot, smooth head of Chris' dickhead twitched against her palm. Slowly, Marilyn's slender fingers started to close around it.
"Oh baby, that's it! Shit, that's it!" Chris moaned huskily as the blonde slid her thumb lightly across his piss-slit. She felt her body melting with excitement. There was a slushy, lush hotness spreading down from her belly to her fat pussylips. Her clit and tit-tips were hard as steel. They were so sensitive with raw nerve endings that Marilyn thought they'd explode in her bra. The tight, hot flesh surrounding Chris' jerking cockshaft throbbed under her light, almost teasing touch. The thick streams of pre-cum running down the hard rod made her hands slippery. She could feel the thick veins that twisted around the big prick pulsating under her sliding fingers. As the hot, meaty cock throbbed a second time, Marilyn squeezed it gently. Her hand jacked up and down, pulling the flexible outer covering over the hard, hot core.
"My God! Get on that fucker!" Chris gasped out. He heaved a deep sigh of pleasure as he relaxed back against the seat. He spread his big legs so Marilyn could get between them. "Get on down and take that dick in your mouth!" he whispered in a broken, throaty tone of voice. He placed a hand behind her head and pushed her face down toward the throbbing pole sticking out of his hairy groin. "Suck it!" he whispered again in her ear as he kept pushing her head further and further down.
Marilyn felt herself sliding down across the seat. She finally slipped off its edge and onto the thickly carpeted floor. Chris' hands pulled her around until she was kneeling between his big, muscular legs. As the big man pulled her forward, Marilyn felt his slippery cockhead brush against her right cheek. She smelled the musky thick odor that radiated out from his opened fly. That smell triggered her cunt into a flash of sexual heat. The slippery, hot membranes of her rumbling cunt cramped into tight knots.
She hiked up her short blue dress and spread her knees apart. Sprawling forward, Marilyn felt Chris' knees press into her big tits. She let out a low, soft moan as her head bent forward. Her long blonde hair fell forward and over her eyes as she opened her mouth. Her full lips pulled back while Chris' hands clamped around her neck, guiding her down. Slowly she sank until the head of his hard, hot dick brushed lightly against her lower lip. Instantly her mouth opened wide. At the same time Chris pulled her down hard, sliding his cock deep inside. Marilyn felt his salty silky flesh brush over her tongue, pushing forward as the big dick filled her mouth. Thick cum bubbled out of his cockhead onto her taste buds.
"Baby, get on that fucker. Swing on my dick, you little bitch. Ohhhh, yeah! Give me good head, babe," Chris grunted as he squeezed his big, hairy ass-cheeks together and hunched his dickmeat hard into Marilyn's sucking mouth. The blonde almost gagged as she felt the hot tip of Chris' prong jab against the back of her throat, then slide past her tonsils as it tried to slip down toward her churning stomach.
"MGGFFFF!" Marilyn cried out in distress, trying to push her face away. She felt as if she were drowning. She needed air!
"Don't pull away now, babe," Chris said, pinning her head against his hunching crotch as he kept throwing his hot meat into her. The blonde fought for air, gurgling and coughing as Chris churned his dick around and around in Marilyn's mouth.
"Air! Air!" she finally gasped out, putting both hands against the edge of the front seat and pushing back as hard as she could. Chris let up the pressure behind her head for a second, letting Marilyn grab a few breaths of air. He didn't hold her down again, letting the blonde find her own way of sucking him off.
"Mmmmmm," she groaned as she sucked his cock into her mouth again. She felt his throbbing rod brush over and over the inside of her cheeks, making them puff out. Her tongue slid lovingly over the hot sides of his dick, flicking at his thick cum tube.
"Lick it! Suck it!" Chris growled as he moved his cock in the center of Marilyn's hot mouth, slowly pulling her head forward and down. She felt the fleshy head pushing back over her tongue, going further and further toward the back of her mouth once more. God! Was he trying to fuck her belly with that monster? She sensed the power rippling through that big dick as she took a deep breath and let Chris push his cock into her tight throat. The twitching in her cunt were becoming more like wild fluttering. Her pussylips swelled up and pushed against the tight nylon crotch panel. Marilyn enjoyed this sucking spree. But she wanted some satisfaction in her pussy.
"UGHHHH!" Chris groaned as Marilyn held her breath and dived deeper, swallowing his rod all the way again until her head was pressed hard against his crotch. The stiff, wiry pubic hairs scratched teasingly against her chin, cheeks and nose as she sucked at the jerking pole harder and harder.
"Baby, you can suck! Fuck, you love it!" Chris groaned as he jerked his muscular thighs up again, twisting his cock into her mouth. His big fingertips pressed into her skull, turning her head from side to side. He rotated her cheeks and tongue around his mouth-embedded dick, actually jacking himself off with her head.
Marilyn wanted to keep his dick in her. She liked that feel of his long, big-headed rod inside her mouth and his muscular groin bucking against her flushed face. Her hair dangled in her eyes as she moved slightly to the right, sliding both hands around Chris' hunching hips and holding them tightly. She felt his strong leg muscles catch her tightly in their grip. They rocked back and forth until she began to gag for breath again. A little reluctantly, Chris let her go. Marilyn let her head slide up until the bulge of his dick slipped up to her lips. Her tongue lashed over it, licking and coiling around the silky head.
"I've had enough of this cocksucking," Chris said, looking down at Marilyn and smiling a little exhaustedly at her.
"Oh God," was all Marilyn could say.
"Come on. Let's get our clothes off and get down to some hard fuckin', " Chris said, breaking out into a mischievous grin.
Marilyn felt her cunt glowing like a molten flow of steel. She wanted that big, drooling dick inside her the way she never wanted anything else. Chris was the first man since Chet who'd finally managed to fire her up to this kind of wild sexual frenzy. Marilyn suddenly didn't exist as the cool, professional businesswoman any more. All her objectivity dissolved in the lavalike flow of bubbling pussy juice that frothed out from between her puffy labia and saturated her tight-fitting panties.
"Help me out of these," Chris grunted. Obediently, Marilyn raised her hands and loosened his belt buckle. As it finally became unfastened, Chris lifted his ass up and let Marilyn pull his pants down over his hairy ass.
"Take them all the way off, babe," Chris said.
Marilyn worked quickly, ripping off his loafers and pulling his pants down over his muscular thighs and calves. Her hands tickled over the thick curly mat of hair that covered his legs until her fingers found their way to his big, sweaty balls. They lay quietly stuck to the sides of his thighs. Marilyn carefully pulled them away from the hot, hairy skin. They dangled down over the seat. She cuddled them in her hand and started to gently tug and squeeze them.
"Fuck, that feels good!" Chris growled like an animal. "Now your turn. Hold up your arms, babe," he said.
Marilyn felt her heart pounding as she did as she was told. She felt his powerful fingers slide down over her sides until they reached the hem of her wrinkled dress. Quickly, Chris curled his fingers around the material and pulled it up over her head. Her pulse exploded as she felt the soft dress material tickle its way over her sensitive skin. As it was pulled over her tits, Marilyn groaned as she felt them lifted by the tug until she moaned with ecstatic delight.
"Mmmmmm, that's better," Chris chuckled as his fingers slid around her sides until they came in touch with her bra snap. He worked on it, tugging for a few seconds until Marilyn felt the confining, stiff material around her aching hot tits suddenly grow slack. As her halter came unfastened, Marilyn felt the heavy weight of her big boobs flow down her body until they were hanging free.
"Love those big tits," Chris said as he bent down slightly and cupped them in his hands. He pushed his powerful fingers into the soft, silky boob-flesh. "Fuck, those nipples are as hard as my cock," he said, catching the ends between his thumbs and forefingers. He started to squeeze the hot flesh, making the woman throw back her head and roll it from right to left on the edge of the padded dashboard. Marilyn felt her mind exploding into light and thunder as the big man kept on playing with her hot titties.
"Ohhhhh!" she cried out, arching her body between the grip of his thighs. Her tits shot up high, settling into Chris' hands. They were begging to be rubbed harder and faster.
"That's it, babe. Get it on," Chris hissed as he felt her twisting helplessly between his powerful legs. He increased the pressure on her nipples, squeezing them now more cruelly than before.
Marilyn could feel the hard, beating ends being crushed by Chris' hands until the soft flow of pain began to vibrate through her flesh.
"Please, don't! It hurts!" Marilyn whimpered, grasping Chris around the waist and laying her head down on his cock.
"That's it," Chris said as Marilyn sank lower onto his body. She felt his hands running lightly over her naked back, making her hot flesh pucker up into gooseflesh.
"Ohh, I'm so hot!" Marilyn admitted to the big man. She was almost ashamed to say something like that. But it was true. She felt her cunt burning up with incredible heat as Chris' cock throbbed and jerked only a few inches away from her beating clit.
"Crawl over the seat and get in back. Keep your panties on. I'll take care of you when I get back there," he said.
Marilyn felt herself suddenly being pulled up from her kneeling position. When she was on the seat, Chris snuggled under her, running his thick tongue up her naked belly and straight into the narrow valley between her big jugs. Suddenly the blonde exploded into exquisite agony as Chris' strong teeth bit lightly into the end of her right tit. She felt his mouth suck onto the hot mounds of flesh as if he were going to nurse on her. His long white front teeth bit in, trying to get a tight hold on her while his tongue sanded over her tightened-up nipples.
"Fuck! Get back in the back seat before I cum right now," Chris warned, slipping his head free of her hanging tits.
Marilyn half crawled and half fell onto the long, wide rear seat. She barely stretched out on the cool leather upholstery when she felt Chris' naked, hairy body settle onto her. She hunched up against him, pulling him close and spreading her legs open wide. The big man settled down into her furry saddle. She could feel his hard, hot cock pushing into the mound of her hairy pussy. Only the sheer silk of her juice-soaked panties kept him from slipping his big dick into her tight slick pussy.
"Come on, babe, pull those legs up," Chris mumbled as he fondled her titties with both his hands.
Marilyn did as she was instructed, wriggling her ass as best she could under the muscular weight of the big man. The scratchy hairs that covered his hot, hard body "teased every square inch of her skin. Marilyn finally felt the full power of Chris Orozco, and the result was terrifyingly pleasurable. She wanted him to destroy her with his cock. She wanted to feel those hands tear at her flesh while his big dick splattered gallons of spunk from those hairy, hanging balls.
"Ohhh!" she groaned as she felt her knees press against her tit-tips. The cool, salty night air blew against the wet crotch panel of her briefs, making Marilyn shudder from the sudden coldness pressing against her pussylips.
Chris let go of her tits for a second, pushing his hands between their grinding bodies until they reached the elastic waistband of Marilyn's briefs. Before he pulled them off the groaning woman, Chris slipped his fingers down between her legs, moving them in until they were caressing the soaked crotch panel of her panties. Marilyn sucked in a ragged breath when Chris pushed in with his right hand, sopping up her dripping box with the wet nylon. The slick cool sensation of the wet material made her clit vibrate teasingly.
"OHHH! WOW!" Marilyn cried out again as Chris dabbed the crotch panel of her briefs along the shuddering walls of her cunt."
"Please, don't tease me!" Marilyn begged.
"Oh babe, you're hotter than my pet bitch in heat," Chris grunted as he moved his hands up from the crotch panel to the waistband. He curled his fingers around the piece of elastic and pulled down. With one quick tug she was free. Her bare snatch faced Chris' flushed face. Marilyn raised her head slightly and watched in fascination as the big man dropped his head into her crotch. His thick, sensuous lips were even with her snatchlips. The blonde could feel the hairs of his bushy moustache brushing against the insides of her sweaty thighs, sending tiny thrills of excitement rippling into her shuddering box.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Marilyn moaned as she dropped her head again and rolled it from side to side on the rear seat. She moaned more loudly when she felt Chris' hot, heavy breath blow through her kinky pussy curls. Her cunt seemed to be wired electrically. It sparked and sputtered out of control as Chris' tongue suddenly flicked out and started lapping at the frazzled ends of her bush of snatch hairs. She closed her eyes again and clenched her teeth tightly together. She wasn't going to beg him again to fuck her. It was too humiliating. She was a person too. Why did she have to whimper and whine, and all Chris did was call the shots?
"COME ON, BABE, WHAT DO YOU WANT?" Chris shouted.
Marilyn fought down the desire to scream as she felt his nose nuzzling teasingly against the slick gash between her rumbling outer labia.
"You don't have to be shy, honey. Tell ol' Chris what you want him to do to you," Chris said, reaching up with his right hand and peeling back slowly her hot, hair-covered outer labia while he blew tenderly into the hot, musky hole.
That was too much for her to take quietly. Marilyn felt the scream building up somewhere deep in her belly, growing as it shot up to her mouth. Her lower jaw slacked down and her throat strained back, pushing the cords out through her skin as she screamed something incoherent out into the night air.
"WAWHHHHHHHH! WAWWHHHHHHHHH!"
"I can't understand you," Chris said mockingly, pulling back her snatchlips even further, this time licking the insides of those fluttering flaps with the pointed, wet tip of his tongue.
"FUCK! F-F-FFFUUUCCCKKK M-M-MEEEE!" she stammered hotly, wriggling her ass-cheeks on the sweaty leather seat. Her skin slid along a layer of sweat while Chris continued to nuzzle his mouth and nose in the furry bush of her cunt.
"That's just what you'll get, babe," Chris said as he closed his mouth suddenly over her pussy. Marilyn held her breath, her eyes rolling back into her head and her heart almost stopping as Chris took the whole box inside his mouth. His teeth sank into the fleshy lips as his tongue stabbed up her cunt. He sucked onto her like a vacuum cleaner, eating her cunt until Marilyn thought she was going to die from the pleasure he was giving her. She twisted her ass up to his face, scissoring her flailing legs over his head and trapping the big man tightly against her body. She felt his rough tongue sanding over her waxy clit. Marilyn dug her shoulders into the wet leather seat cushion and arched her hips off the seat. She felt as if she were going to cum in Chris' mouth.
"Jesus!" he cried, pulling his face out of her musky snatch. He slid up the seat, bumping his fat cockhead against her hot pussy. He rubbed it against the tightly stretched membranes of her outer labia. Marilyn felt every nerve-ending in her box straining upward and outward, stretching like tiny hands, looking for Chris' dick.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Marilyn groaned over and over like a broken record. She rolled her head from side to side. Strands of her long blonde hair clung to her dampened forehead and cheeks as she begged and pleaded for him to fuck her.
"You're gonna be a hot one in the saddle, babe," Chris said, smiling as he reached up and wiped the sweat off his forehead.
"God! You son-of-a-bitch! I want cock! Oh Christ, I need it!" Marilyn suddenly blurted out. Did he want her to beg? All right, she was begging. She was on her knees mentally, pleading with him to fuck her. What more did he want? "P-l-e-a-s-e," she stammered as she felt his dickhead push into the wiry hair that surrounded her slippery hole.
"Then take my cock if you want it so bad," he growled. "Lie still like a good bitch and let me do it," Chris said, leaning forward and holding down her writhing body. Her box jerked up and down and from side to side so violently that Chris had trouble aiming his cock and shoving it forward fast enough to catch that pussy.
Marilyn bit her lower lip and lay quietly on the seat. She kept her ass flat against the cushion. But her head shot up, then dug down into the leather covering as she felt her pussylips being pushed in. Gradually, they were unstuck and pushed apart by Chris' spongy, slick cock-knob. Marilyn felt it slide slowly past the folds of her outer lips, sinking into her hot box. It buried itself in the bubbly juices of her snatch. She could hear it slurping its way in, getting ready to ram down hard and long.
"Ummmmm," she groaned happily. For the first time in five years she was getting a good fuck. Only now did the blonde realize how much she'd missed.
All the other men had only scratched the surface with their light screwings. But Chris cut through all the barriers and pushed his way in, forcing her to submit to anything he wanted. It was this kind of aggressiveness that thrilled as well as crushed and humiliated her. Chet had sometimes used this approach. But not until now did Marilyn finally realize how much she loved it and wanted it this way.
"Ohh!" Marilyn sighed long and deep again as she felt Chris' prickhead sinking in her cunt like a boulder in a quicksand pit.
"Shit, babe, good pussy," Chris groaned as he kept hunching his dick in.
Marilyn felt him shoving closer and closer to the big, fat root at the base of his cock. Every knobby vein that slipped past her tightly clenching snatchlips sent a little shiver through her mushy box as Chris' fuck-stalk stretched her pussylips farther and farther apart.
"Ummmmm," Marilyn hummed between her teeth as she felt their hot bodies almost touching. She didn't move an inch, enjoying the feeling of the increasing amount of sexual body heat she could feel radiating from Chris' approaching chest and belly. "Ohhhh!" she cried, spreading her thighs even further apart.
She held her breath as their bodies almost touched. Marilyn could feel Chris' thick matting of body hair tickle over her skin. His breath was coming now in short, shallow pants. Sweat dripped off his forehead and from under his muscular, slightly trembling arms. As Chris shoved the last throbbing inch into her, he let out a long, low sigh of relief and twisted his groin around on the soft lips of her pussy. Then he finally settled on her body and squeezed his hairy ass-cheeks together, throwing as much hot cockmeat into her as he could.
"Oooooooo! Ahhhhhhh! Ummmmmmm!" Marilyn grunted and moaned over and over. The throbs from Chris' cunt-embedded cock made her pussy spasm in time to them. She wished that they could just lie there for an eternity, drinking in one another's bodies as their sexual organs spasmed and throbbed deliciously together.
"I'm gonna have to finish up soon," Chris groaned as he pushed his body down even harder and crushed her clit with the edge of his dickshaft.
"AHHHHHHH!" Marilyn babbled out. He was rubbing his cock against her waxy, sputtering little mound of sex-flesh in tiny hunches. She felt a strange hot wetness gripping the bottoms of her tits, her pussy and her shoulders. Her belly muscles cramped up into tight knots as her toes curled and tingled. Marilyn could tell that she was as close, if not closer, to orgasm as Chris was.
"Close, close," Chris grunted as he hunched up and drew his throbbing meat up for another crushing downstroke. "This ought to bring you off fast," he growled, thrusting downward hard.
Marilyn groaned again, digging the back of her head hard into the sweat-soaked seat cushion as she felt him throwing his meat into her like a crazy man. Her pussy rubbed up hot under his constant attack. It bubbled with juice and heat. Her clit was sparking up to a climax quickly. The blonde tossed and bucked like a snake under Chris, whimpering and sobbing that she was going to cum.
"UNGH! UNGH! UNNGH!" Marilyn grunted with every powerful downstroke. Her pussylips were being spread out and flattened by Chris' hammering, hairy groin while his chest pushed her full titties into two flat puddles of spongy, hot flesh. Marilyn reached up and dug her fingernails into Chris' hunching back, raking them across the hot, sweaty skin as he met his fucking motions with hunches of her own. The blonde was flying out of control, whacking her hips up and slamming her thighs hard against Chris' increasingly violent attack. The sound of sweaty flesh slapping against sweaty flesh filled the room as Marilyn grunted and humped her ass to a brain-searing climax.
"Cum! Cum! Cum!" Chris grunted.
Marilyn tried to answer him, but could only babble out some incoherent obscenity in Chris' ear. She was full of dick, so stuffed with Chris' throbbing meat from her squashed cunt lips to her belly. Her ass quivered with a full sensation as if it were filled with cockmeat too. Slowly, Marilyn felt Chris' dick tighten into something that almost felt like a glowing iron poker. Sweat dripped freely off his pinched, flushed face and splashed down on her shoulders. Her own sweat ran into her eyes, blinding her with the hot salt water as the blonde continued to meet Chris' attack with attacks of her own.
"Gonna ... g-g-gonna OHH, FFFFUUUCCCCKKKK!" Chris suddenly shouted as he pulled up and almost out and towered over her like an iron bridge. His body trembled mightily as his dickhead poised just inside the grip of the blonde's fluttering outer labia. Suddenly Chris slammed down, ramming his contracting, cum-shooting prick into her sucking pussy as he pressed down hard and jerked his bucking body all over Marilyn's.
"UGH!" the blonde gasped in surprise. Then her eyes glazed over and rolled back into her head as she felt her pussy suddenly cramp up and contract almost painfully. Her belly and nipples followed suit, sputtering crazily as the first climactic contraction roared over her body. The blonde dug her fingernails more frantically into Chris' back as she fought for breath. But every load of steamy jizz that jetted out and burned its way down through her pussy seemed to steal what wind she was able to draw into her lungs.
"CUMMMMMM!" Chris groaned low in his throat as his cockhead squeezed tight, then relaxed, shooting out his jizz in thick, fast jerks. It spattered up into her cunt and ate into the throbbing walls until they were slicked down with his cum.
"OHHHHHHH!" Marilyn cried as her body continued to blow apart. The blonde jerked up her head and opened her mouth, biting hard into Chris' right shoulder as she felt the final throbbing of his cock pour out another load into her hot, juicy hole. Marilyn exploded one more time, yowling like a bitch cat in heat before she fell back to the car seat and dropped her hands to the floor. She dripped with sweat, cunt juice and cum as Chris grunted out a few more unintelligible phrases, then fell on top of her.
The two of them lay quietly for what seemed like hours as the ocean crashed down on the beach, then retreated back in a loud, hissing series of sounds. As Marilyn listened quietly to the pounding surf and the cries of a few seagulls looking for food in the night, she ran her fingers through Chris' sweat-plastered hair.
"Ummmmm, that feels good, baby," Chris finally said in a low, dreamy voice as he put both hands on either side of her thighs and pushed his body up. "But we'd better get going. Lyin' around like this in the night isn't too good," he said, slowly pulling his soft dick out of Marilyn's tightly gripping hole.
"OHHHHHH!" the blonde cried out as she felt Chris' thick dickhead slip out of her heated box with a loud squishing sound.
"You don't want to catch pneumonia, do you?" he asked, chuckling softly as he reached down with his right hand and lightly trailed his fingers across Marilyn's tits.
"I guess not," Marilyn said sadly as Chris climbed off the rear seat and hauled himself over the backrest to the front seat. While Chris fumbled with his clothes on the driver's side of the car, Marilyn slid over the top of the backrest, crashing down to the seat cushion below. "Ummmm! Think there's a chance of me seeing you again?" Marilyn asked hesitatingly as she slid her panties up over her thighs.
"Sure. We're in the papers," Chris said, pulling up his trousers, then reaching behind and pulling out his wallet. The big man fished inside the billfold, finally pulling out a small, white business card. "Just present this to anybody on the grounds and they'll let you into my office," Chris said, handing her the card and grinning broadly at her.
"Chris Orozco, International Horse Tamer," Marilyn read from the card. "My, I didn't know I was dating a superstar," Marilyn said, giggling as she put down the card and fished blindly for her bra.
"Not too much of a star, really. I'm just startin' in the business. My dad used to do it. So, when I got out of the army, I decided to have a whack at it," Chris explained as he watched her dress.
"You decided to have a whack at plenty of something else, I'll bet," Marilyn said as she found her bra and pulled it up from under the front seat. Chris laughed at her comment while she spilled her boobs into the big cups, then reached back and snapped her bra shut.
"That's just my natural inclination," Chris said, chuckling as he finished dressing.
"Well, if I get a chance, I'll see if I can make it to the circus tomorrow," Marilyn said as she finished pulling her dress over her head.
"Not a bad idea. We don't open for another two days. You can see me in action," Chris said, winking slyly as he started the engine.
A joker I've got, Marilyn thought to herself as the car pulled out of the dirt beach road and onto the main highway. Still, he knows how to fuck a woman, Marilyn said to herself, sighing contentedly as the big Cadillac sped back to Monterey.
CHAPTER THREE
The next day Tina called Marilyn early in the morning and insisted on seeing her as soon as possible. The blonde had to shake the sleep out of her brain before she realized that something was terribly wrong with her friend.
"Tina! You're crying. What's happened?" Marilyn babbled out as she brushed back her long blonde hair and slid her legs over the edge of the bed.
"Everything! Oh God, Marilyn. Please, I've got to get away from here. Please, I've got to see you," the woman begged desperately.
"All right. Meet me in the motel coffee shop in, let's see," Marilyn said as she glanced at the alarm clock on the bed stand. "My God! It's only six o'clock!" the blonde cried out as she focused her eyes on the glowing hands. "I suppose in a half-hour I could meet you, but...."
"Please!" Tina repeated.
"All right, all right, Tina. I guess I might as well get dressed anyway. I've got an appointment with the buyer from Robinson's at nine," Marilyn said as she heard Tina thank her a hundred times before hanging up.
The blonde dressed quickly, finding that she was humming to herself for the first time in years. And that aching, constant tightened feeling that usually gripped her pussy was gone! She felt like a cripple must feel when he goes to some shrine and finds out that he's been healed and can walk again.
Praise the Lord! Marilyn said to herself, giggling at this little bit of blasphemy as she slipped her panties up over her thighs and pressed her gigantic boobs into her bra.
Then she thought of Tina. Marilyn knew that her friend had been having problems with her husband. She'd told her that last night. But what had happened since then? The woman sounded almost incoherent over the phone. Well, she was going to find out soon.
Marilyn glanced in the mirror to make sure everything was in place before she picked up her attache case and whirled out of the room. Crossing the parking lot to the brightly lit coffee shop on the other side of the broad space, Marilyn saw Tina's car pull into the drive.
"Hi!" Marilyn shouted, raising her hand and waving it cheerfully over her head. She was sorry she'd done that the instant she looked at Tina's face. The brunette's hair was hanging in matted tangles all around her blotched face. Tear stains showed up all over her cheeks, and one of her eyes was blackened.
"My God! What happened to you?" Marilyn gasped as her friend parked the car, then fell forward against the steering wheel and broke into a torrent of loud, choking sobs.
"It's Bob. He came home last night," Tina finally managed to say as Marilyn opened the car door and reached in, smoothing down her friend's hair with her hands and trying to calm her.
"Was your friend Frank there?" Marilyn asked, arching her eyebrows. She'd heard about Bob's temper. Now she was looking at the result of it.
"Oh God, Marilyn. He was in bed with me! We'd just finished-oh, you know-and all of a sudden I saw something out of the corner of my eye," Tina said, stopping her sobbing for a second.
"Don't tell me. I think I've heard this plot somewhere before," Marilyn said, shaking her head slowly as she kept on stroking Tina's head soothingly.
"You siiould have seen him!" Tina cried out, her eyes widening in horror as her mind flashed back-to several hours ago.
"A real wild animal, huh?" Marilyn said as she looked at her friend's black eye.
"I thought he was going to kill Frank, the way he hauled him out of bed and threw him against the dresser. When I jumped out of bed to try to stop him, Bob swung out at me," Tina said, reaching up and touching her eye as the memory of the initial pain flashed across her mind. "At least that gave Frank enough time to grab his clothes and get out of the house."
"So Bob knows who he is, right?" Marilyn asked as she coaxed her friend out of the car.
"He knows, all right. After Frank left, Bob just sat at the edge of the bed and cried, Marilyn. I was laying on the bed, holding my eye and afraid to do or say anything, and he was just crying. Then he jumped up all of a sudden and ran into the dining room," Tina continued as she climbed out of the car and closed the door behind her. "He came back with a gun in his hands! God, I thought he was going to kill me then."
"My God!" Marilyn gasped as she opened the door of the coffee shop for Tina. The girl behind the counter looked a little surprised to see a woman in Tina's condition come stumbling in with a professional-looking woman like Marilyn.
"He told me to get out if I wanted to live. Then he ran out of the house and got in his car and drove away. I tried to call Frank, but nobody was at home," Tina whispered as she slid into a rear booth in the coffee shop.
"So, does Frank know Bob's after him with a gun?" Marilyn asked as she took the menu from the counter waitress.
"No, and that's what scares me, Marilyn. I don't want him hurt, and I don't want Bob mixed up in this. Ohhh, I'm so mixed up!" the brunette wailed, dropping her menu and covering her face with her hands and breaking out into loud sobs again.
"My God! Get a hold of yourself," Marilyn whispered as she turned around and smiled at the staring waitress. "It's all right. Just a little upset," Marilyn said, shrugging a little as she fought the desire to stop up Tina's mouth with the napkin.
"S-s-sorry," Tina stammered. "Anyway, I just drove around the city all night, looking for Bob's car or Frank's car. But I couldn't find anybody. Then I thought about going to the police. But I didn't want them hunting after Bob if I could stop him."
"Really, Tina, that would've been the smartest thing you've done in this whole affair," Marilyn advised her.
"But-oh, hell! I don't know what to do. But I'll bet that Frank's hiding out with Chris. You know they were buddies, and Bob doesn't know that there's any link between Frank and the circus. He's probably there," Tina said as the idea suddenly struck her.
"So why don't you go there and-" Marilyn started to say.
"And take the chance that Bob would follow me? I couldn't do that. Marilyn, do you think-" Tina started to say.
Uh-oh, Marilyn thought to herself as she felt it coming.
"Let me guess. You want me to drive out to the circus and find Frank. Then what? Give him tickets for a banana boat bound for Rio? Come on, Tina, what good will my finding him do?" Marilyn asked a little irritatedly. One thing she always believed in. Stay out of other people's problems, especially married people's. They have a funny way of blaming you when everything goes wrong in spite of what you do, or of ignoring you when it goes right because they're embarrassed that you now know so much about their private lives.
"And I thought you were my friend!" Tina sniffed as she dabbed her eyes dry with the edge of her napkin and started to slide out of the seat.
"And where do you think you're going?" Marilyn asked, reaching out and putting her hand around Tina's wrist.
"I don't know. Maybe look for Frank. I don't know, but at least I'm going to try to do something to stop all this," Tina said softly.
"All right. Your driving around isn't going to solve any problems. It'd probably start off a modern shootout at the O.K. Corral. I'll drive out to the circus if you promise to stay in my motel room until I get back to you. I don't want you traipsing all over the Monterey Peninsula while your husband's out gunning for your lover," Marilyn said, squeezing her friend's hand gently.
"Oh Marilyn, thanks! You don't know what a relief this is!" Tina sighed, sinking back in the seat and smiling at her friend.
"Yes. Well, I hope I don't wind up looking like a slice of Swiss cheese after this is over," Marilyn said, picking up her menu again. "Now order something before I starve to death in here," the blonde said as she shook her head slowly and wondered what she'd do after she found Frank.
* * *
Why do I always get mixed up in these things? Marilyn asked herself as she picked her way over the uneven ground in the circus area. The crews were already busy, working in the thick early morning fog setting up the big tents and trying to get the generators going for electrical power. Marilyn stopped walking for a few minutes and stood quietly in the center of all this activity. She was thirty years old and a professional, but the excitement of a circus crept over her again and made her feel like a kid. The costumes, the animals, the acts-all of it was here.
"Hey, lady, move it unless you want your ass ripped off!" someone shouted behind her.
Marilyn flushed red with anger and wheeled around. No one ever talked to her like that!
"How dare you?" she said, her fingers curling into two tight fists.
"Listen, lady. If you want polite conversation, try the St. Francis Hotel in San Francisco. Right now, I'm tryin' to get through with these fuckin' poles. So, if you'll move your tits to one side, please," a big, fat, sweaty worker said as he grinned at Marilyn's obvious anger.
"Why-why!" she sputtered, jumping back as the balding worker puffed his way past her.
This is what I get for trying to help! Marilyn thought as she ignored the guffaws around her coming from other workers who overheard their buddy tell the blonde off.
"Does anybody know where Mr. Chris Orozco is now?" Marilyn asked as she shaded her eyes and looked around the grounds for the big man's familiar outline.
"You one of his new cunts?" one of the men blurted out. The others broke out into loud laughs, pointing at Marilyn as she sputtered helplessly and flushed a bright red at the comment;
"You, you low-life scum!" she finally spat out as she wheeled around and started walking toward a cluster of small tents. She ignored the cat-calls and whistles that followed her from the group of men she'd just told off. Marilyn saw red as she looked for Chris. She'd have to tell him about what had happened to her. Maybe he could do something about firing those men!
"Chris Orozco?" Marilyn asked an old man as he waddled by.
"Try that group of tents over there. He's waiting for his horses to come in. I think his office is one of those," the old man said, smiling at her and pointing at a cluster of six medium-sized tents on the other side of the grounds.
Marilyn thanked the old man and walked briskly over to the tents. The first three were empty. As the blonde approached the fourth tent she thought she heard someone behind her. Marilyn quickly turned her head and saw four of the big workers walking about twenty feet away toward her. They were all grinning like cats. And what was worse, Marilyn could see that they all had big hard-ons! Their stiff pricks pushed against their tight Levi's, pressing out more whenever they took a step forward.
"My God!" Marilyn cried out loud as she backed away and dropped her attache case. She tripped over a tent peg and went stumbling backward. "Ohhhhhh!" the blonde groaned, flailing her arms behind her as she searched wildly for support.
There was none to be found, and she crashed on her ass several feet away from the entrance to the fourth tent. "Chris?" she called out in a high, wavering tone of voice.
"Chris?" the four men echoed her in a mocking tone of voice as they slowly approached her.
Marilyn's heart pounded as she drew her legs quickly under her and scrambled to her feet. Dirt clung to her skirt and hands as she started to run toward the thick woods that surrounded the circus grounds.
"Get her!" a big blonde worker ordered his three friends.
Marilyn knew she was in a race for her life now. She tried to run faster than the three men chasing her. But it was hopeless. Her heels slowed her down. And when she tried to kick them off, she stumbled to the ground again. In a second they were on top of her.
"HELP! HELP!" Marilyn screamed at the top of her lungs as they pulled her up from the dirt roughly and started dragging her back to that cluster of tents.
"Shut her up!" a tall, black-haired worker grunted as he pulled a red sweaty neckerchief off his neck and walked up to the thrashing blonde. Marilyn almost threw up when he stuffed the pungent-tasting rag down her throat. "Take her back to the tents. We're gonna have a little fun with Miss Bitch here," he growled, putting his hand under Marilyn's chin and forcing her to look into his eyes.
"What about Chris?" a red-haired worker asked as he pinned the woman's arms tightly behind her back.
"What about him? It's her word against ours. Besides, I can take the fucker on if he wants to make any problems for us," the dark-haired worker growled uS he jerked his head toward the grounds in a silent order to the other two workers.
"In here," the big blonde said to the three as they pulled Marilyn over the loose dirt.
The blonde tried to break free from the men-to spit out that filthy rag that kept her from screaming for help. But it was useless. There were too many of them, and they were too strong. She felt them drag her down the narrow foot-path into the circus area. No one else noticed that they had an unwilling victim as they quickly carried her into the fourth tent.
"Got her briefcase?" the big blonde worker asked one of the others.
"Right here," the dark-haired man said, holding up her attache case. it'-
"Give that back!" Marilyn almost shouted as they finally let her go.
"Okay, blondie. I don't know what your game is, but we're gonna take you down a peg or two. I'm Gus. The guy over there's Hal," Gus said, pointing at the curly-headed worker. "Rich is the red-headed stud standing behind you, and the baldie there's Mike."
Marilyn raised her hands and gripped her upper arms tightly as she cringed under the hot gazes of the four big men.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" she finally stammered.
Gus grinned at her, then walked up to her slowly. I
"What do you think? We don't get too many women out here, and..." he trailed off, shrugging his shoulders as he kept on grinning at her.
"No. Oh, nooooo," Marilyn said huskily, shaking her head slowly back and forth as she started to back away from the men. They were all walking toward her at once now, closing in on her from all sides. She felt like shrinking to the floor as her ass finally pressed against one of the support poles for the tent. "Please, I'm sorry for what I said back there. Please don't hurt me."
But the men seemed "to ignore her pleas. In fact, Marilyn guessed that they were enjoying her begging. They fed on other people's degradation and humiliation. She could sense that in these men.
"On your knees, blondie," Gus said, darting forward suddenly and catching her tightly by both wrists.
"NOOOOOO!" she howled, bending her head forward suddenly and biting Gus' wrist as hard as she could.
"UGH!" the big man cried out, loosening his grip on her for a second as he jumped back in surprise. That was enough time for Marilyn to twist free and make a break for the entrance.
"OOOOOFFF!" she grunted as Mike stretched out his foot and tripped her, sending her sprawling face down into the dirt.
Marilyn didn't have enough time to scramble back up to her feet to try for another run. She felt something cold and hard pressing down on her neck, forcing her face into the foul-smelling dirt. It was Mike's right shoe, threatening to break her neck.
"Stop that screaming and thrashing or I'll snap it in two," the big bald-headed man growled.
"All right, all right you've won," Marilyn gasped in defeat. She felt him release his foot. Then there was the sound of scrambling behind her. Suddenly she felt someone gripping the hem of her skirt and raising it, exposing her ass.
"Look at them pretty little panties," Gus said, reaching down and fondling her ass-cheeks through the sheer pink silk. "Wonder what her butt looks like without 'em," he growled huskily, curling his powerful fingers under the leg band and ripping them open.
"Ohhhhh!" Marilyn cried out as she felt her ass suddenly exposed. Gus was digging his fingers into the tight crevice of her butt-cheeks, pressing the downy-white mounds of flesh apart as he moved closer and closer to her tightly clenched shitter.
"Ever been fucked in the ass before, blondie?" Gus grunted as his right forefinger found her little shithole. Marilyn held her breath as she felt him trailing the callused fingertip around the brown, wrinkled skin that surrounded her ass-hole. Then she felt the thick digit slam down, forcing those lips apart as he scraped the slick, warm sides of her shit-chute. That attack made her lose her breath in one loud gasp.
"AHHH! No, no, noooo!" Marilyn cried, clenching her fingers together. She grabbed at the loose dirt on the ground, pressing it into tight balls of soil between her fingers as Gus kept on finger-fucking her ass-hole.
"Tight little shitter. My cock's gonna feel real good inside," Gus grunted, sinking to his knees as he spread her legs widely apart.
"Get away from me!" Marilyn howled, trying to twist around and push the big man away.
"Hold her down!" Gus growled to Mike and Rich as he crawled between her thrashing legs.
Marilyn let out a series of low, guttural groans as she felt her arms being held down to the dirt while Gus finally pulled his big finger out of her shitter. The blonde heard him unzipping his Levi's and shivered at the sound of the rough material falling down his big, muscular legs.
"Oh yeah, babe. Gonna love shovin' my eight inches up your hot shitter!" Gus grunted.
Eight inches! He was going to break her apart! She couldn't take something that big up her ass. Nobody had ever fucked her in the ass before. And now she was going to be raped by some Neanderthal with eight inches of hot dickmeat! The blonde screeched in horror, twisting and bucking against the dirt floor as Gus dropped forward, putting his big paw-like hands on either side of her flattened tits.
"Ummm, feel that?" Gus moaned, dragging the tip of his thick, red, thickly veined dickshaft across her right buttock.
"OHHH!" the woman groaned in humiliation.
"Come on, babe. Work that little as for ol' Gus here. Come on, blondie. Show me how hot you are for that dick to sink up your shithole," he growled, pressing his body down further.
Marilyn groaned as she felt the full length of his dick press into her tight ass-crack. It slid back and forth, greased by the cum that was oozing freely out of Gus' inflamed cockhead. His hands slid around her sides then dug in between the dirt floor and her titties. He was squeezing her big jugs through her blouse, milking that spongy flesh as he hunched harder and harder against her ass.
"Come on, Gus. Fuck 'er so we can get our chance," Mike said as he kept on squeezing Marilyn's wrist until she thought he'd twist it off.
"I like to take my time," the big blonde man growled, dropping his head completely and digging his tongue into Marilyn's ear.
"UGHHHHHH!" the woman cried out in disgust, moving her head away from the hot, wet tongue. Gus kept right on licking her with his tongue, then moving up and kissing her hard on the neck. Marilyn's hair brushed across the loose dirt on the floor as Gus hunched up and dragged the swollen dickhead across her butt-cheeks one more time.
"Gonna fuck 'er now?" Rich asked anxiously, craning his neck up so that he could watch his buddy ass-fuck Marilyn better.
"Yeah. Gonna blow my wad in blondie's ass right now " Gus grunted as he pulled his big paws out from under the groaning blonde and braced himself for the initial thrust.
Marilyn held her breath as she felt her head spinning. She knew that the horror had just begun.
CHAPTER FOUR
"AHHHHHHHH! NOOOOOO!" Marilyn cried out as Gus brought the hot, drooling head of his dick to her ass-hole and pressed down into her cheeks. The big man's mouth drooled as he riveted his eyes to her perfectly rounded ass-cheeks.
"What 'cha waitin' for?" Hal asked as he fingered the bulge between his legs. He was the only one who wasn't directly involved in Marilyn's ass rape.
"Lettin' her get used to the feel of this ol' dick. Don't want her faintin' away on me like the last one," Gus said, pressing down a little harder and pushing her wrinkled ass-hole lips apart slightly.
"UNNGHHH!" Marilyn groaned loudly, feeling the stretching sensation turn first into a dull ache, then a sharper one as Gus hunched his dickmeat down harder. "P-p-please, stop it!" Marilyn pleaded. 'You can't do it!"
"The fuck I can't!" Gus shouted back. He pressed up against her ass-hole and gave one hard shove.
"OHHHHH!" Marilyn cried out in pain. Her shitter wouldn't relax and open up for the big man. Gus pulled back and raised his right hand, spitting in the palm. While Marilyn continued to groan and work her hips back and forth mindlessly on the floor, Gus laved down his dickhead with the hot saliva.
"Try again," he said to himself as he bent forward and slipped the big dickhead between Marilyn's smooth, gleaming ass-cheeks. This time it went into her shitter.
"AHHH! AHHH!" Marilyn cried out, thrashing her head from side to side as she felt her ass break apart with searing bolts of agony shooting out from her violated shitter. Tears sprang to her eyes as she felt the dirt from the floor working up between her thighs and crunching up into her cunt. She kept trying to crawl away from the big man. But his grip around her flattened titties as well as Mike's and Rich's hold on her hands kept her down and relatively safely imprisoned under Gus' hunching body.
"Ohhh, babe. You're tight, but I'm gonna fit in real nice," Gus crooned.
Marilyn felt degraded and humiliated beyond words. Nobody had ever tried to do this before. In fact, no one had ever tried to make her do anything unless she wanted to do it. Now she was being raped-forced to submit to whatever this animal wanted to do to her. Her brain whirled around and around as Gus' big dick sank deeper and deeper into her protesting, aching ass.
"YOU'RE TEARIN' ME APART!" Marilyn finally managed to say.
"Yeah, yeah," Gus grunted as his thick cock-root almost settled against the tops of the blonde's plump, trembling ass-cheeks. Marilyn shuddered as she felt his fat, hot fuck sacs slowly come to rest on her ass. He was almost all the way in! "Jesus!" Gus grunted as he drove the final few inches into her bowels.
The two of them lay quietly for several seconds, panting heavily as Gus' big dick throbbed deliciously inside Marilyn's shitter.
"You gonna stay there all night?" Hal finally asked. He wanted his share of Marilyn too.
"I'll get out and off when I'm good and ready," Gus grunted, pressing down on his hands and hunching back slightly. He drew a few inches of his ass-embedded prick out into the air, then slid it back in. The big blonde worker did this several times in quick, short hunches.
Marilyn grunted every time he hunched forward. At least the sharp pain had faded. There was just a dull aching sensation and the feeling that she had to take a shit. Marilyn closed her eyes and thought of Chris. It was the only way she'd be able to go through all this without going crazy. It was Chris, not Gus, who was fucking her in the ass. Chris! Chris! Chris! Slowly, her mind actually began to believe that wild lie. She even imagined once or twice that she was enjoying the feeling in her butt. Chris! Chris! The way that dick was rubbing the walls so close to her pussy, stretching them and creating friction combined with the image in her mind of Chris and made her moan out low in delight.
"Hear that? She's likin' it!" Mike cried out in honest surprise.
"Naw, she's just groanin'! " Rich said.
But while Gus kept on hanging her butt, Marilyn squeezed him with her ring of ass muscle.
"You bet she's enjoyin' it. I just felt her clamp down on my dick!" Gus said, stopping his fucking for a second to laugh. Then he went back to hunching Marilyn, going as roughly as he could because it excited him more that way. He looked down and watched her ass as it began to move around in little circles.
Marilyn couldn't explain the feelings she was having to herself. The whole experience was turning into one of those weird scenes that defied explanation. She blamed it on her thinking of Chris as Gus fucked her ass. But in her heart, Marilyn suspected that the power the big blonde circus worker held over her was firing up her pussy just as much as the picture of Chris' body.
"Christ! She's almost as hot as I am!" Gus grunted as he watched her ass start to bob up and down each time he stabbed his cock in. Marilyn was slowly shoving her ass up and back, trying to give the big man a better position for fucking. He found it hard to believe that she could react this way. It wasn't only her first fucking, but he was forcing his cock in her against her will. But there she was, moaning on the floor and fucking him back with her firm, plump ass-cheeks.
"Ummmmmm," Marilyn hummed, hating herself for showing the chuckling men how hot she was. But she couldn't stop herself. Something deep inside her was giving way, firing up her tits, ass and cunt while Gus kept on slinging his meat in her. His cock was starting to feel better and better. Marilyn closed her eyes and concentrated on the fire that was starting somewhere deep in her bowels. It heated up her body from head to toe. She pushed her butt out as far as she could from her position. Marilyn rotated it in wider circles while Gus shoved down deeper than ever. Her cheeks were spread wide apart now, giving the big man as much freedom as he wanted to take.
"OHHH! OHHH! OHHH!" she grunted with every downward thrust.
"Fuck you, you little hot blonde bitch!" Gus growled hotly as the tent echoed with the wet, sucking sounds of his cock slipping in and out of her puckered, stretched shithole. He could hear her groaning and mumbling things to herself while she pushed back harder and faster against his forward hunching. Her backside seemed to be as hungry as any cunt he'd ever fucked before.
"OHHHHH! OHHHHHH!" Marilyn cried out as she felt a strange kind of climax building up around her clit. It sputtered curiously, sending waves of delicious pleasure through her box. It wasn't the kind of mind-bending cum she was used to. But it was a climax nevertheless, due to Gus' big dick knifing into her shitter.
"Look at 'er! She's poppin' off!" Hal cried out as he watched her face pinch.
"Fuck! FUCK!" Gus cried out, wincing as he felt his big balls rise up in their sac. His hot jizz boiled up into his big cockshaft, shooting down the long jerking tube and spattering out of the flanged dickhead.
"UHHH! UHHHHHH!" Marilyn cried as she felt the hot, sticky cum scalding the slick membranes of her ass-hole. It was like having an enema of hot lead as the big man kept on firing his cum into her butt.
"Fuck!" he finally cried out as the last load of cum sprayed into her ass. Gus rotated his hairy groin over her butt-cheeks for the last time, milking out the final drops of spunk from his cockhead before he backed off and pulled his prick slowly out of Marilyn's shit-chute.
"Ohhhh, you bastards!" Marilyn grunted as she felt Gus' weight lift off her ass. Rich and Mike let go of her wrists at the same time, making it possible for her to turn around on her ass.
"Good! She's still got a lot of fight left in 'er," Gus said, laughing at the blonde as he flipped his softened dick back into his Levi's and zipped his fly. "Okay, who's next?"
"You're not going to-not all of you?" Marilyn asked, her eyes widening in horror. Her ass-hole couldn't take that! Four dicks in her shitter, one after the other? It'd kill her!
"Hey, I don't want sloppy seconds," Rich said as Marilyn tried to cover her pussy with her skirt.
"How about the pussy, eh, Hal?" Gus said, turning around to his big, curly headed buddy.
"I kinda like fuckin' ass myself. Hey, I've got an idea," Hal said, walking up to Gus and whispering something in his ear. Marilyn cringed on the floor, not liking the widening grin that Gus had on his face. She was sure that he was up to something unholy.
"Sure. Why not? I'll go and get him, and you keep her company," Gus said as he ran across the tent and out into the open.
"Where is he going?" Marilyn asked in a quivering voice.
"Getting a friend of ours," Hal said, sneering at her.
"Hey, there's somebody comin'! " Mike said, leaning toward the partially opened tent entrance and motioning the others to be quiet.
"Better stay still, bitch!" Hal growled at Marilyn, raising his right hand as if to strike her.
Marilyn was torn between taking a chance and shouting out something, or just lying there and letting them do what they pleased with her. As it turned out, the blonde didn't have an opportunity to choose. Mike raised his right hand as if to strike as a figure entered the tent. For a minute Marilyn thought that the big man was going to kill whoever walked in. Then she saw him relax and lower his arm, laughing and slapping the intruder on the back. It was the old man who had guided her to the tents.
"Hey, Pops. Good goin'. Glad you decided to play along with us," Hal said, laughing along with the others.
"You, you're in with them?" Marilyn asked the little old man as he chuckled in a high-pitched voice.
"We sent him in your direction right after you flipped us the finger," Rich said.
"Hey, boys. Am I gonna get my reward now?" the little man asked.
"Sure, Pops. Hey, blondie, on your knees," Hal said, bending down and slipping his big hands under her arms. Before she could protest, Marilyn found herself yanked roughly up to a kneeling position. The little man was standing spread-legged in front of her with his zipper down. She winced, knowing what they expected of her.
"I haven't had a real good blow-job in a long time, boys," he giggled, reaching in the dark hole with his right hand and pulling out a long, shriveled prick. It was surrounded by a few straggly white hairs and dangled obscenely from his opened fly.
"Oh God, I can't," Marilyn said in a husky voice, raising her right hand and holding the base of her throat to keep from vomiting. Just the sight of that withered dick made her belly churn in revulsion.
"Hey, blondie. You ain't got a choice now, do you?" Hal said, stepping quickly behind her and grabbing a handful of her long blonde hair. Marilyn grunted with pain as Hal yanked back hard with his right hand. "Now you do like I say," he said threateningly, letting her go.
What complete humiliation! "Pops," as they called him, just stood there and watched Hal threaten and torture her, giggling in that whining voice of his while his limp dick jiggled up and down in front of her face.
"Okay, babe, kiss that cock," Hal said, walking in front of her to get a better view of the "show" they were putting her through.
Marilyn leaned forward and closed her eyes, puckering her lips and kissing the withered thing in front of her, almost retching in disgust as she did as she was told.
"Keep kissin' it, baby," Hal said menacingly.
Marilyn did as the big man said, kissing the old half-rotted meat until she realized that it was beginning slowly to spring to life.
"Look at her! I think she's beginnin' to enjoy it!" Hal said, laughing mockingly as Pops' cock finally stretched up to full rigidity. "Come on and make an old man happy, honey. Suck it good!"
Marilyn shuddered as she reached up with both hands. Pops' dick was uncircumcised, a leathery sheath of skin covering most of the knob. Marilyn took the cock in her right hand and squeezed it gently. She heard the old man groan with pleasure.
"Hey, hurry up or he'll blow his load right in your fuckin' face," Hal growled.
Marilyn thought that might be an improvement from having the old man shoot his spunk down her throat. But she didn't have much choice in the matter. Holding the cock between two fingers of her right hand, she pushed the sheath back with the thumb of her left hand. The old man's cockhead was red and glistening with cum and sweat. She hated the idea of putting it in her mouth. But then there was Hal and Rich and Mike to contend with, not to mention Gus who might come back into the tent with God-only-knows what surprise for her and the rest of his "boys".
"Mmmmmmm!" the old man hummed as her mouth slid over his cockhead. Her lips closed around it, tightening as she applied as much suction as she could, digging her lower teeth into his prick's sensitive underside. If she had to suck him off, Marilyn wanted him to cum as soon as possible.
"AAAAAAHHH!" the old man grunted again, hunching his frail thighs forward as a spasm racked his spit-slicked shaft. Marilyn could feel a droplet of cum spill out of the old man's dickhead and land on her tongue. She opened her mouth wider now, moving the right hand farther back on the cock. She then pushed forward with her mouth, swallowing as much of the old cock as possible. Finally, she felt his old, hairy groin with her lips!
"UHHHH! UHHHH!" the old man grunted, closing his eyes and digging his wrinkled fingers hard into Marilyn's bobbing skull.
"Hey, looks like Pops is gonna blow his load soon," Hal said, nudging Rich as the two of them laughed long and hard.
"Yeah, she sure's got a way of makin' an old man happy," Mike said, joining in with the rest of them as Marilyn kept on sucking away.
"OHHHH!" Pops groaned as his prick became even more rigid now. Its stiff shaft pressed against the roof of Marilyn's hot, wet mouth. Marilyn slid her tongue up and down along the old man's cock, stroking every inch of the hot skin and probing for the rope-like veins. She nibbled with her teeth at the jerking rod, making the old man moan and yowl like a ghost.
To help him get off fast, Marilyn reached up and pulled out the old man's balls, closing her fingers around the heavy, leathery nuts.
"Ohhh, yesss! Yesss!" the old man hissed between his teeth as he closed his eyes and rocked back and forth, dragging his dick in and out of Marilyn's sucking mouth.
"Suck harder, blondie!" Hal shouted at her.
Marilyn obeyed, reaching up and unbuttoning the old man's Levi's and pulling them down to his knees. She moved her hands back to Pops' flabby buttocks, sliding a finger along his asscrack and making him more excited. The blonde tried to do everything she could think of to make him blow his load as soon as he could.
"Hey, old blondie's really gettin' into the act. You'd think she's suckin' one of us or somethin', " Hal said, putting his fists on his muscular hips and sneering at the sucking blonde.
Marilyn ignored them, putting her left hand back into action. She dug those fingers into his ass while the fingers of her right hand moved back to the old man's balls. She stroked them for a second before she moved them back up to the base of his cock. She fingered and sucked his cock at the same time, pushing the foreskin back and forth with her tongue's tip.
"C-c-c-cummmmm!" the old man cried out.
"MMGGFFFF!" Marilyn cried out, wanting to throw up as she felt his prick jerking in her mouth. She knew that the old man was about to blow his wad.
"Give it to him now, blondie!" Hal encouraged the sucking woman.
Marilyn could feel the old man's ass muscles rippling through his baggy skin. His body was quivering, rocking back and forth while his cock jerked and bobbed against the insides of her cheeks. The old man began howling louder now, digging his fingertips into her skull and slamming his cockhead against the back of her throat.
"AHHHHH! ARRRGHHHH! CUMMMMMIIINNNNGGG!" the old man groaned out as he threw his white head back and hunched his smelly groin into her face.
Marilyn tried to keep from gagging as she felt the jizz squirting down on her tongue. She was surprised that the old man had so much cum in his balls. He must have been saving up for an event like this for years.
Finally his cock was dribbling out a clear, thin fluid that, indicated the old man had run out of his sticky white cum.
"Ohhh, that was good," Pops crooned, almost falling to the floor in exhaustion as Marilyn let his softening dick fall from her lips. She looked up at his face and saw him grinning a little stupidly at her. She spat the mixed spittle and cum onto the dirt, grabbing her belly tightly to keep from throwing up.
"Hey, you're all right," Hal said, motioning to Pops to get out.
"Thanks again, boys," the old man said, reaching down and hiking up his faded, dirty Levi's. Marilyn sighed with relief as she watched the withered prong disappear into the jeans. At least that was one thing they couldn't force her to go through again for a long time.
The old man chuckled as he limped out of the tent with Hal behind him.
"Don't forget. Don't tell anybody we've got her back here. Don't worry. We'll let her go when we're through with her," Hal whispered in Pops' ear as the old man limped happily away.
"Don't worry, boys. Mom's the word," he said, turning back and waving happily at them as he whistled a bright little tune.
"You've had your fun," Marilyn said bitterly, brushing back her dirty, tangled hair and glaring at all of them. God! She could have spat at their feet! She hated them all-every inch of their powerful, muscular bodies! "Let me go, and I won't tell anybody what you've done to me so far."
Hal was the first to speak.
"Can't, blondie. Got orders from of Gus, and nobody does anything 'gainst what Gus says," Hal said, shaking his head slowly back and forth.
The other men murmured in assent as Marilyn felt panic shoot through her again. What was she doing here, crouching in the middle of a dirt floor, being forced to commit acts in front of tins filthy group of men that she never dreamed of doing. All she'd come for was to find Tina's boyfriend and tell him that Bob was gunning for him-something that she assumed he knew anyway. But the brunette was so insistent and so worried about her lover. And what did it get Marilyn? After she'd stood up for her rights to a group of foul-mouthed men, she'd been forced to submit to an ass-fucking by one of them, then told to suck off the disgusting cock of some old man!
"Hey, here comes Gus now with his buddy," Hal said, drawing back one of the folds of the entrance hole to the tent and peeking out.
"See, blondie? You're gonna be free after this," Mike said, leering at her big boobs that had almost tumbled out of her stretched and torn bra.
"Too bad you missed the show, Gus. Old Pops really blew his load into blondie's mouth there," Hal said as he and Rich held the flaps back for the big blonde worker.
Marilyn could hear Gus' footsteps and the footsteps of someone behind him. But those sounds sounded strangely different from Gus'. She looked up as he entered the tent. He stared at her for a second, smiling strangely. Then Gus turned his head and snapped his fingers quickly by his knees.
Marilyn heard a rustling sound, then a low bark. She gasped as a big black Doberman pinscher pranced into the tent and jumped up on Gus' thighs. The big man didn't pay any attention to the dog now. He just stood still by the doorway, grinning broadly at Marilyn.
"Oh no! NO! NOOOOOOO!" Marilyn groaned, raising her arms protectively and crossing them over her tits. She squeezed her fingers against her shoulders as her eyes opened wide in horror. They were going to force her to fuck that dog! She could see it in their eyes. Her mind whirled around at a thousand miles per hour as the blonde nearly fainted from the terror that now gripped her.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Come on, blondie. A little furry cock oughta take care of that tickle you got," Hal said as Gus stood in the middle of the tent with the panting Doberman. Marilyn didn't make a move. Her eyes were riveted on the big dog as she felt her heart ripping loose and beating up to her throat! This was impossible! It couldn't be happening to her!
All she'd wanted to do was just help her friend out of a marital problem. She didn't want to hurt anyone. Why were these men going to do this to her?
"Better get blondie ready for the fuckin'. Don't want old Bo here tryin' to figure out where to shove his dick," Gus said, bending down and scratching the panting dog behind his pointed ears.
"Come on, honey," Mike said as he and Rich started across the tent for her.
"No, you son-of-a-bitches, NOOOOO!" Marilyn screeched, startling the dog as she scrambled to her feet and made another run for the tent entranceway. Mike and Rich were too quick for her, tackling the blonde before she even got three feet away from where she'd been squatting. But this time Marilyn fought back. This time Gus and his friends were going to make her do something that was beyond a simple fuck or suck. As she crashed to the dirt, Marilyn rolled over quickly and raised her hands, the blonde spread her fingers apart and drew them across his face, digging her nails into his skin.
"UNNNGH!" Rich cried out, reeling back and holding his cheek with both hands. Blood started to ooze out from between his fingers as he kept on moaning and stumbling around the tent.
"Bitch!" Mike said, keeping his face away from the blonde's dagger-like fingernails. He moved quickly behind Marilyn, wrapping his right arm around her throat and squeezing in until the blonde felt her windpipe completely closed off.
"AHHHHHHH!" Marilyn gasped, gagging as she reached up and dug her fingernails into the bald man's powerful, hairy arm. Mike howled in pain as blood oozed from his ripped skin. But he kept on squeezing tighter and tighter. Marilyn soon quit fighting. She felt her head getting lighter and lighter while the tent seemed to be getting darker. She knew that she'd pass out soon if Mike kept on squeezing with his arm.
"That's better," the big man grunted, letting her go as he backed away and looked around to wrap up his bleeding arm.
"She's a fighter," Gus said, grinning from ear to ear.
Marilyn didn't pay too much attention to what they were saying about her. She'd collapsed to the floor and was now inhaling deep, ragged breaths, trying to fill up her lungs again.
"Come on, babe," Rich said, walking up to the blonde again and reaching down. He gripped both her hands in his, holding on tightly while Mike moved up from the right. The bald man bent down and grabbed her legs, flipping her over then pushing them under her thighs. Marilyn knew what they were doing. Mike was getting her into a bitch-dog crouching position for the Doberman. Rich was holding onto her arms so that she couldn't break away again. Even in the dazed state she was in, Marilyn felt the horror of the situation creep over her hot skin. Her belly churned wildly as she thought of what was about to happen to her.
"Strip her!" Gus ordered the two men.
Mike grunted as he let go of the blonde's legs and moved up slightly. Marilyn groaned as she felt his big hands fumbling around the buttons of her blouse. Mike finally gave up trying to unbutton the piece of clothing and yanked it open, sending a shower of white buttons into the air. Ripping the blouse off her slender shoulders, the big man slid his hands down her back until his clumsy fingers ran into the snap of her bra.
"Man, I've been wan tin' to see if them jugs is as big as I think they are," Mike growled as he unsnapped the halter.
Marilyn felt shame and humiliation creep over her like slime as her bra fell off her chest and tumbled down to the dirt. Her tits sprang free, bobbing temptingly on her chest while the four men gaped at her free-swinging boobs.
"SHIIIIUTT!" Mike said, bending down and fondling her right tittie with the fingers of his left hand.
Marilyn wanted to scratch his eyes out. But what was the use? They would get her in the end. She didn't: have a chance with all these men around her. God! They might even sic the dog on her if she tried to make a break for it. Marilyn just gritted her teeth and tried to keep from screaming in disgust as Mike's fingers crawled all over her tits.
"Come on. You wanna fuck her, you can do that later. Right now we've got a little business to take care of with Bo," Gus said impatiently.
Mike growled out some muffled obscenity as he gave Marilyn's right boob a last reluctant squeeze. He reached down and unfastened her skirt, pulling it off and throwing it in the corner with her ripped blouse. Marilyn was completely vulnerable now, stripped naked in front of these four animal-like men and a Doberman. She cringed in the middle of that dirt-floored tent, trying to make herself smaller and smaller as Gus stood up and pulled the reluctant dog behind him.
"Okay, honey. On all fours. You're really gonna love Bo here. Lots of broads have," Gus said, grinning greasily as he placed the toe of his left shoe under her butt-cheeks and started to roll her over by lifting up his leg.
"You heard the man! Move it, blondie!" Hal growled menacingly.
Marilyn shuddered with disgust, then did as she was told. Slowly, she rolled over, hiking her knees under her until they were practically pressing her heavy, hanging tits. She raised her ass high in the air as Hal told her to do while Gus kept on talking sweetly to the Doberman.
"Get 'er, boy," Gus finally said to the dog, letting go of his collar.
Bo cocked his head to one side, staring at the big hairy snatch staring him in the face. His body was trembling with excitement and a small string of drool started to ooze out of the right corner of his long mouth. He was whining deep in his throat, wagging his stubby tail on the floor while he wondered what his master wanted him to do. Bo wasn't necessarily the smartest animal in the world.
"Rin Tin Tin he ain't," Hal commented wryly.
"Go on, fuck 'er," Gus said a little disgustedly.
"Maybe he needs pictures," Mike said, sending Rich and Hal into roars of laughter.
"Maybe that's not such a bad idea," Gus said, moving over to Marilyn's ass. He bent down and rubbed the fingers of his right hand gently across the sensitive membranes of her pussylips.
"UNNNNGH!" Marilyn cried out, pressing her forehead into the dirt as she gritted her teeth together in disgust. She was just about to vomit when Gus told her that it was him and not the Doberman that was feeling her off.
"Shit, that fuckin' dog!" Gus grumbled as he stood up and fumbled with his belt buckle. He unfastened the big brass buckle, then pushed his pants down to his knees as he pulled out his big dick and rubbed it up to full length and thickness. "You do this to her, you fuckin' jerk," he said to the dog as he bent down and put the red head of his prick against Marilyn's snatch lips.
"GODDD!" the blonde shuddered. Was he going to fuck her too?
"Like that, you bastard!" Gus said, hunching forward just a little and burying his cockhead just beyond the inner folds of Marilyn's cunt lips.
Bo wagged his tail in understanding while Marilyn grunted from the sudden invasion.
"If I didn't want to see her fucked by that dog so bad, I'd finish her off myself," Gus grunted as he backed away. Bo didn't wait for the big man to flip his dick back in. The Doberman barked twice, then scrambled to his feet and pranced up to Marilyn.
"OHHHHHHH!" the blonde groaned with horror when she felt the animal's hot, heavy breath blow through her frazzled, matted-down cunt-hairs. She lurched forward slightly, almost going into a full forward somersault when Bo pushed his cold pointed snout against her crotch to get a sniff of her pussy.
"Somebody hold her down," Gus said to Mike and Rich. The two men ran up to her head and bent down, holding her heaving shoulders tightly with both their hands as Bo kept on sniffing at Marilyn's exposed, upturned snatchlips.
Think of something else! Marilyn said to herself. Think of something else or you 'll go nuts!
While Bo started to whine behind her Marilyn thought hard of Chris' cock. She pictured the two of them back in that car again, his big dick wiggling in the cool night air while she slid off the seat and crawled between his hairy legs.
"OHHHHHHHH!" Marilyn cried out in horror again. Bo had opened his big mouth and pushed his long, pink tongue against her pussy. She could feel its wet, hot, spongy surface rubbing up against her snatchlips. Then suddenly he was lapping at her box, licking her pussy-hairs upward into a tangled, spit-soaked mess as his body quivered and swayed with growing excitement.
"P-p-please!" Marilyn cried out as Bo's tongue licked her box indiscriminately. She felt the Doberman's mouth push up against her ass at one minute. He lapped at her shitter, slathering the brown, wrinkled ass-hole skin with his tongue for a while. Then he moved down, basting her furry fat labia with layers of doggie spit. Marilyn felt totally degraded! Never before in her life had she been forced to submit to such complete humiliation in front of so many people. This was the ultimate act of perversion-and to do it in front of a crowd of leering men! It was almost too horrible to think about!
"Go on, honey. Moan away," Gus said, almost drooling with excitement as he watched the big black dog eat her blonde pussy. Bo had pushed forward now, burying his long oblong head in between Marilyn's full, firm ass-cheeks. His furry hot snout pressed into the reddened folds of the blonde's outer labia. Marilyn clenched her trembling fingers into two tight fists and beat the dirt with them. She wanted to yowl with disgust, but knew that was useless. They'd probably hit her into submission. "Like gettin' your little pussy ate by a dog, babe?" Gus sneered, reaching down and jerking off the long rod that still dangled out of his opened fly.
"Ohhhhh!" Marilyn groaned as she fought with herself to think of something, someone who could take her mind off this revolting scene.
"Look at 'em," Mike said meanwhile, craning his neck and watching the big Doberman lapping Marilyn's exposed crack. The fur around his snout was wet with his own leaking spittle and what the men began to suspect were some of the blonde's own juices. His black nostrils glistened with the mixture of it. His pink tongue lolled sloppily over Marilyn's cunt, parting the hot crack time and time again, then slathering down her clit again and again.
"Good dog! Good dog!" Gus said. Little puffs of dust rose around the animal's feet as he pranced excitedly around Marilyn's upturned ass. The blonde raised her trembling arms and clamped her hands over her ears, trying to block out the Doberman's howling and yipping as she thought about every kind of cock she could muster up in her imagination. She found herself playing back the night with Chris over and over in her mind. But now it was getting mixed up with the fucking she'd gotten from Gus and even the blowjob she gave to that old, withered man. Marilyn didn't know what was happening. But her mind was like a movie projector gone out of control. Soon all three images blurred together in a blend of sex and perversion while Bo lapped more furiously in and out of her soaked snatch.
"UNNNNNNNN!" Marilyn cried out. And this time, the groan wasn't one of disgust. Her pussy was hot, drooling out its own load of cuntal juices that freely mixed with the animal's saliva.
Bo could taste Marilyn's strong pussy fluid, and it excited him even more. Bo lurched forward and started to eat up her pussy as if he'd been starving for days. His whimpers changed to deep, throaty growls of excitement while his nose moved up and down through her slit. It forced the throat of her snatch into a tunnel, stretching the mouth of her cunt with a delicious, itchy sensation. Those images of male cocks dancing around in her head were driving her crazy. Marilyn forgot where she was and what was happening to her. All she knew was that three men somewhere in her mind were trying to fuck her, and that her pussy was on fire.
"Look at 'er go!" Gus said as Marilyn moaned loudly and rubbed her shoulders on the dirt floor. She slid her cheek over the hard soil, opening her mouth and drooling out of one corner while the animal lapped and wet her cunt down with his spit. The tent was filled with the blonde's obscene moans and the sound of sloshing tongue as the Doberman was showing signs of growing impatience. He wanted to start fucking the thrashing blonde.
"Let's help him up," Hal suggested, about to move up and pick Bo up.
"Let him go at his own speed," Gus growled.
Bo matched his master's growl with one of his own, letting his teeth nip along the puffed outer lips of Marilyn's cunt. It hurt Marilyn a little. But for the most part, it sent a firestorm of lust raging through her drooling box. Her waxy clit popped up from its resting place and sparked with excitement as Bo pushed deeper and deeper into Marilyn's slopped-down cunt.
"UNNNNNNGH!" Marilyn groaned, dropping her hands off her ears and moving them down until she could feel her flushed titties with her fingertips. The nipples burned with excitement, and Marilyn had to squeeze them to put out the fire. She gripped the swollen mounds of tit-flesh tightly, pulling at those monstrous boobs while Bo kept on lapping wildly at her fiery snatch. "Damn, damn!" Marilyn groaned, clawing at her sweaty jugs as she felt a long, shuddering spasm rumble through her swampy box.
The blonde rubbed her thumbs over the stiffened tit-tips as Bo concentrated on her clit now. While the big dog lapped at the tiny cock sputtering with sexual electricity, Marilyn matched his lapping motions with movements of her own over her nipples. The result was maddening! Her brain spun wildly around as lights popped off in front of her glazed eyes. Sweat mingled with the dirt on her face, streaking her flushed cheeks as her ass-cheeks trembled and bounced up and down in the air. Marilyn hunched her ass back, pressing her cuntal mound up against Bo's lapping tongue. His fangs dug into her delicate pussy flesh while his neck hairs bristled with sexual wildness.
"Look at her go! Shit, she's gonna pop off now!" Hal said as the dog rolled and licked around the sensitive ring of Marilyn's cuntal muscles. The blonde felt them spasm and tighten around Bo's muzzle and hot, wet tongue every time he stuck it down deep. It was almost like being fucked by one of the men.
"AHHH! AHHH! AHHHHH!" Marilyn grunted over and over, prancing her ass around the tent in tiny circles. She rotated it back and forth, enjoying the subtle friction of her inner cuntal surfaces rubbing against her unsheathed clit-tip. The weight of her plump ass-cheeks added to the fiery sensations gripping her drooling cunt. When Bo dragged his tongue across her clit again, Marilyn cried out and beat the dirt floor hard with her fists.
She rolled her head over the hard soil, whimpering and crying with sexual heat as the big Doberman growled louder and more threateningly.
"Shit, they're both gonna spill their loads," Mike said.
"OHHHHHHH!" the blonde cried out suddenly. She wanted the dog to lick her everywhere at once. Marilyn tilted her ass one way, then the other. She moved her ass-cheeks around in different positions, spreading her trembling legs further apart to give the dog new places for his hungry mouth. Bo growled with pleasure, burrowing his black pointed snout back into the seething, sloppy mess of her cunt.
"Oh, yesss, there. Good, ohhhhhh, good!" Marilyn hissed incoherently. What she felt didn't seem like reality anymore. It was like floating on some kind of mind-blasting dream cloud. She'd forgotten about the men, about the dog. Everything blurred into one glowing, wonderful sexual feeling that was burning her clit and cunt to cinders.
"Pull the fucker off!" Gus grunted as he saw Bo's hindquarters hunching wildly. The dog was fucking air. But he was so excited with licking Marilyn's willing pussy that he just might shoot his jizz into the dirt. The big man didn't want that. He wanted to see her groveling in the dirt, mounted by the Doberman and driven close to madness by Bo's prick.
"What-what?" Marilyn gasped as she felt that deliciously hot tongue suddenly disappear. She felt empty, unsatisfied when Bo's breath wasn't on her butt-cheeks.
"A little time for both of you to calm down," Gus said, stroking the whining dog's neck.
Bo kept trying to scramble out of Gus' tight grip while the three other men laughed and pointed at Marilyn's drooling ass. Her pussy-hairs were plastered together and pointing up, glued down by layers of the Doberman's thick spit. Her pussy membranes flamed red, puffed out with blood and glistening with snatch juice that frothed out from between her outer labia. Her tits were pressed down against the dirt floor, and Marilyn was still playing with them, stroking her hard stiff nipples.
"Come on, Gus. We ain't got all day. We've got a circus to put up," Hal said, backing up slightly until he could peek out of the tiny opening they'd left in the tent flap.
"Yeah. The rest of the guys'll come in here, wonderin' where we are," Mike agreed.
"I can take care of 'em," Gus said angrily, seeing the first signs of rebellion in his troops. But he knew that they were right. They'd been away from their jobs too long. People would start wondering where they'd all disappeared to and start to look around for them. Though a lot of the guys wouldn't mind watching the blonde getting fucked by Bo, there were a lot more who'd come to her rescue.
"Come on, let the dog go and fuck her," Hal said as he peeked out into the circus grounds.
"Go on, boy. Go on and fuck that hot ass!" Gus said, releasing the dog.
"OHHHHH!" Marilyn groaned, thinking that they were letting the dog go to lick her into climax.
The blonde wagged her ass as if it were a tail. Bo barked and jammed his head forward. He centered his licking attention on her clit now. The tiny pink bump was sparking, feeling like a tiny cock at least a half-inch long. Bo felt it with his tongue and tried to flatten it down into the throbbing cunt lips. He became more and more excited, finally dragging the sharp line of his bottom teeth across the sputtering sex-flesh.
"OHHHHHH!" Marilyn babbled. Spit leaked from her parted lips as Bo dug further and further into her cunt.
Then suddenly that mouth was gone. Marilyn's eyes opened wide with surprise and horror. Was he going to leave her hanging like this, teetering on the fence of climax? Would she have to reach back and finger herself off? The blonde felt herself about to screech for help when she was almost knocked flat to the floor by a sudden weight on her back. Then there was the feel of something hard, hot and scratchy pressing down on her hanging titties. As Marilyn forced her mind into focus, she realized that there was something hot and furry on her back as well. Then there was that same sensation on the back of her legs. Bo was on top of her! Suddenly it occurred to Marilyn that the dog had mounted her and was yipping crazily. His haunches trembled as he shoved down his muscular ass, trying to dig his red, knobby, unsheathed dick into her cunt.
"Ohhhh, nooooo!" Marilyn groaned, finally snapping back to her senses. She realized now what was going on. The old horror came back, but not with the intensity that it had before. Her pussy was too hot for that. Marilyn weakly tried to shrug the dog off. But Bo was too excited to be put off by anything Marilyn could do. He kept on hunching air, whining and whimpering and growling while Marilyn groaned under him.
"Fuck her good," Gus growled, rubbing his big fingers faster and faster on his jerking rod.
"Yeah," the other three grunted.
Marilyn gave up fighting. The hot, wet feeling soaring over her pussy and tits was too much to fight. She wasn't going to help Bo. But she wasn't going to fight the big dog either. Marilyn was past being able to stop the Doberman. Weakly, the blonde pushed her head up off the dirt floor and looked between her hanging titties. There was Bo's dick, pressing against his black furry belly and looking back at her. Its tip was pointed almost like the head of a spear. The dog's cockshaft was smooth and gleaming, red and swollen with hot blood as it twitched and jerked invitingly. Those thick knobs that stuck out all over that throbbing rod! Marilyn wanted to make a run for it. Yet at the same time, nothing could have stopped her from experiencing her first dog-fucking ever!
CHAPTER SIX
"Ohh, h-hurry! H-hurry!" Marilyn groaned as she felt herself rocketing up to climax.
"Fuckin' dumb dog!" Gus grumbled, about to kneel down and stick Bo's prick into the blonde's split-open pussy.
Then the unexpected happened. Marilyn could hardly believe she was doing it! Driven to the point of near-maddening frustration, the blonde had raised her right hand, then pushed it back between her hanging titties until it was between her widely spread legs. Marilyn fished around in the air until her fingertips brushed against Bo's cock. The Doberman howled when she wrapped her fingers around the hot shaft.
"Ohhhhh!" Marilyn shuddered. The feel of a dog's prick was a lot different than that of a man's. It felt smoother, a little harder, and a hell of a lot more slippery. Bo's prick throbbed violently under Marilyn's gentle touch. She could feel something hot and wet oozing out of the pointed cockhead. It flowed between her fingers, greasing them down as she pumped and stroked that big dog's dick gently with her hand. It wasn't nearly as horrible as she'd thought it might be. God only knows, Gus and the others treated her a lot worse than Bo was doing right now.
When Marilyn heard the dog's growls turn into high whimpers, she knew that he was about to blow his load in her hand. Thinking over the situation, Marilyn could see that that wasn't a bad idea. Even in her sexual heat, the blonde faintly realized that she'd hate herself if she let that Doberman drive his dick in her gut.
"Come on, babe," Gus said, walking up to
Marilyn and giving her a short kick in the right side. .
"UGH!" Marilyn grunted. She had to do it. There was no choice. Slowly she raised the animal's cock up slightly, positioning its pointy head in between her fleshy cunt lips. She felt those labia shudder down to their roots as Bo howled with delight. Marilyn pulled her hand back and steadied herself for the initial thrust.
"Now, you fucker!" Gus cried impatiently.
Marilyn felt the big dog freeze behind her. He sucked in a long breath, then dropped his small, muscular ass and hunched his hindquarters forward. The tip of his prick knifed into her cunt, sliding past her hairy cunt lips and moving fast into her hot box.
"OHHHHHH!" Marilyn cried out as her flesh crawled with excitement. There was a series of hot/cold chills that ran up and down her spine as Bo's knobby dick torpedoed into her pussy, forcing the slick membranes into a tunnel. The bumps on the dog's prick tickled the blonde's cuntal membranes.
She'd never felt anything like this before. The unevenness of an animal's cock was almost like the stubs of a good French tickler! As that dick slid in and out of her pussy, its knobby sides seemed to scratch every square inch of throbbing pussy wall possible. Slowly Marilyn started hunching in time to the dog's bucking. Her mouth fell open and she started to moan with the dog. The men watched in fascination as the blonde swayed back and forth, hunching her upturned ass higher and higher as Bo's fucking motions steadily increased in speed and intensity.
"OHH! UMMMMMM! UMMMMM!" Marilyn hummed, rocking back and forth. Her mind buzzed with unspeakable delight. Lights seemed to pop in front of her eyes as the friction in her cunt threatened to set her snatchhairs on fire. Bo's haunches slapped against her ass harder now, knocking the breath out of her lungs. His paws gripped her chest and titties harder now while drool splashed down from his mouth and ran down her back. Those bumps! That slickness of the dickshaft! Her rumbling, clutching cunt! Marilyn shook her head back and forth, whipping her dirtied, long blonde hair across her clenching fingers. She was cumming! She couldn't take this licking and fucking! Her skin goosefleshed while she beat the dirt floor with her fists. She felt her nipples swell up and throb even more than before as her cunt suddenly felt light and airy. It was that crazy sensation it got just as those muscles were about to squeeze shut in the first climactic contraction.
"OHHHHH! OHHHHHH!" Marilyn cried out wildly.
"Hey, look at her. She's poppin' off!" Hal cried out.
"Yeah!" Gus said, slowly walking around to the blonde's bobbing head. Without warning, the big man reached down and curled her hair around his fingers. Gus yanked up, jerking her head up to the level of his pulsating dickhead. Her mouth opened as she was about to scream in pain. Marilyn didn't get the chance. Gus shoved forward, burying his dick in her mouth as the first cuntal contraction swept over her pussy. Somewhere in the back of her mind she heard Bo whine while his furry balls slapped against her ass. Her cunt was throbbing, and Gus was blowing his wad into her throat. She was almost gagging, drowning under the gobs of jizz the big blonde workman was spraying into her mouth. She sobbed as the climax in her cunt grew to an incredible intensity.
"MMMFGGGFF!" Marilyn groaned as the big Doberman fucked harder and harder. Her cunt kept throbbing, clutching and cumming! What was taking him so long? Those climactic contractions were driving her nuts! She didn't know how long no she could keep this up.
Suddenly she felt Bo's cock vibrate inside her cumming pussy, and she knew that he was spurting. That hot dog jizz was blowing into her, spattering against her cuntal walls as Bo whimpered and growled with satisfaction. Marilyn slowly sank to the floor, letting Gus' dick slip out of her mouth as her pussy rumbled quietly to rest. Bo let out one more yelp, then jumped off the blonde and trotted over to a far corner of the tent as Marilyn collapsed completely. She moaned softly, stroking her aching titties as she felt the hot sticky stream of dog-cum leak out from between her cunt lips and ooze down her thighs.
"Whew! Blondie can handle herself with the mutts!" Gus grunted as he pulled his long, soft dick back into his pants and zipped up his fly.
"Okay, what about her now?" Hal said as Gus started to walk out of the tent.
"She can find her way out of here. She got in, didn't she?" Gus asked with a broad grin on his face.
"But her clothes?" Rich asked, bending down and picking up a pile of rags that used to be her blouse.
"The bitch thinks she's so smart. Let her figure out how to get out of here," Gus said as he walked out of the tent without looking at Marilyn.
The others followed him, chuckling and making obscene comments about the blonde's performance with Bo as they dragged the dog out with them. Marilyn stayed on the floor for what seemed like hours. She felt thoroughly humiliated and shamed. She couldn't believe that she could have responded to that kind of fucking. Was she turning into some kind of pervert? She'd never had any kind of feelings toward animals. Men, yes. But now she'd just been through a dog-fucking, and had liked it!
"Ohhhii!" Marilyn moaned softly to herself as she finally crawled to her feet and staggered to the pile of wrinkled, dirty, torn clothing that was hers. The blonde slipped the skirt over her thighs and popped her titties back into the bra. Marilyn gave up on the panties and blouse. They were ripped beyond repair.
My God! Marilyn thought to herself as she opened her purse, took out a pocket mirror and looked at her face. Her hair hung in dirtied tangles around her flushed cheeks. There were sweat and tear-stains on her face, and streaks of dirt covered her forehead and cheeks.
The blonde snapped her purse shut then walked to the tent opening. Peeking out, Marilyn saw that the grounds around the tent were temporarily deserted. Carefully, she crept out into the open, then ran down the path she'd tried to escape on what seemed like centuries ago. The thick woods surrounding the circus grounds kept her from being spotted by anyone nearby. The bushes and tree branches scratched her face as she picked her way through the thick underbrush toward her car.
Finally Marilyn saw it still parked where she had left it. But how different it looked. When she'd stepped out of it just a short while ago, she was a cool, professional businesswoman trying to help a good friend. Now she was a hunted animal-violated, degraded, stripped of every shred of decency and dignity.
My briefcase! Marilyn thought as she made a quick dash for her car. Her samples, her business account book! Then the thought of running through the grounds, looking as she did, ran through her mind. How would she look, a half-naked woman, smeared with dirt and cum, stumbling around? And if she should bump into Gus, Hal, Rich or Mike? And the dog? Marilyn felt her skin crawl with horror as she opened the car door and slid quickly in. As the blonde started the engine and backed out of the lot with a screech and cloud of dust, she decided that she could do without her briefcase for the time being.
* * *
"Marilyn! My God!" Tina gasped as the blonde staggered into her motel room and slammed the door loudly behind her.
"Remind me not to do you any more favors, Tina," Marilyn mumbled as she avoided her friend's horrified stare. All she wanted to do was take a long, hot bath and not answer any questions.
"Did Bob get to you?" Tina asked, jumping off the bed and throwing down the magazine she'd been reading when Marilyn walked into the room.
"Ohhh, that would've been a pleasure compared to this!" Marilyn said, stopping in the doorway of the bathroom and sweeping her grimy hands over her body.
"B-but what...?"
"Sit down, honey. I've got a little story for you," Marilyn said sarcastically, deciding that she'd tell Tina what had happened after all. The woman should know what her infidelity and stupidity got her.
After Marilyn finished telling her story, she looked at the brunette again. Tina sat on the edge of the bed motionless. Her eyes were opened wide and her lower jaw was slack with horror. Marilyn told her friend everything-everything except the fact that she'd guided Bo's dick into her pussy and that she'd enjoyed that animal fucking for a little while.
"Did you see Bob or Frank anywhere?" Tina finally asked.
Marilyn looked at her friend in disbelief! After what she'd told her, this was all she could say! The blonde tilted her head back and broke out into a loud, grating peel of laughter.
"No, and I don't care. Personally, I hope all three of you wind up shooting it out," Marilyn said bitterly, turning around and starting to walk into the bathroom.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Marilyn. My head's not screwed on right, I guess. What are you going to do now?" Tina asked as Marilyn unhooked her bra and peeled off her filthy skirt.
"First, take a long, hot bath. Then, get dressed and finish up my day's appointment list-I think I can remember who I was supposed to see. My briefcase's back at the circus. Then, back to San Francisco and some semblance of civilization," Marilyn said as she started to shut the door.
"You just can't leave here after what those men did to you," Tina said, sticking her foot in the doorway.
"Tina, get your legs out of the way before I break them off and use them for lamp stands," Marilyn said, not wanting to listen to any more lectures from Tina.
"But what they did to you? How they treated you? Forcing you to submit to them, and then to that-that-DOG!" Tina blurted out.
"Damn it, Tina. You want the whole damned motel to know?" Marilyn asked, flushing red as she turned on the water. Actually Marilyn had tried to think of some way to get back at those men. The idea of them walking around free and joking about what they'd put her through burned in her mind. But there wasn't anyway she could think of to get at them without risking scandal and the possibility of losing her job.
"You've got to stand up for your rights! You've been humiliated. Get at them!" the woman said angrily.
"And just how am I supposed to do that, Tina? Go gunning for them like your husband's doing? That'd be a pretty picture," Marilyn said angrily.
"Frank and Chris!" Tina suddenly blurted out.
"Where?" Marilyn asked in terror.
"Not here. I mean, they could help," Tina said excitedly.
"Tell them what happened to me? Oh God, nooo!" Marilyn howled out. She couldn't think of confessing what had happened in that tent to Chris. It would be too disgusting. She could just picture the look on his face when she got to the charming details of Bo's boner. No! She'd rather have her peace of mind and what little dignity she had left than tell Chris about her dog-fucking.
"Well if you don't, I will," Tina said, turning around and starting to walk out of the motel room.
"You do and I'll find Bob and help him home in on Frank." Marilyn said, running out of the bathroom and trying to stop Tina.
"Marilyn, I'm just trying to help you. Can't you see, you'll never be able to look at yourself in the face unless you do something about what those men did to you. They've got to pay, Marilyn. They've got to!" Tina said, grabbing the blonde by the shoulders and shaking her with every word she said.
Marilyn stopped for a second and thought about what Tina said. There was the humiliation to think about if she told Chris. But then there was the greater issue of how she could face herself if she did nothing.
"I-I don't know if I'm strong enough to do it by myself," Marilyn finally said after a long pause.
She'd always been a tower of strength. But right now she felt as weak as putty.
"Don't worry, honey. I'll be here. I'll call them up right now if you want," Tina said soothingly.
Marilyn stared at the floor, not sure of what she should do. Then suddenly the picture of Gus' sneering face shot across her mind.
"You call them and have them come down here now!" Marilyn said suddenly.
Tina picked up the receiver and dialed the phone number of Chris' office.
"Pray God he's in now," Tina said, covering the mouthpiece with her right hand.
Marilyn's heart jumped when she saw Tina s face suddenly brighten. Someone had answered.
"Chris? Tina. Is Frank there? Good. Bob around? Good. Say, Marilyn's in trouble. Can you come over to her motel?"
During the conversation Marilyn felt her pulse pounding. She knew that in a few minutes she'd have to relive the whole scene all over again. She wondered if she should back out. But she and Tina had started the wheels going. Marilyn didn't have any choice. Besides, the thought of getting back at Gus and his friends excited her. She'd make him heel the way he made her grovel.
Chris and Frank were there in less than a half-hour. At first the men thought it was something to do with Bob and Tina. Then one look at Marilyn's face told the story. As she hugged her bathrobe tightly to her tits, the blonde recited her story mechanically to the horrified audience. When she was through, Marilyn looked up at Chris. His face red with hatred.
"I'll kill that mother-fucker!" he growled, jumping out of the chair he'd been sitting in and running for the door.
"What'd that prove? You want the streets of Monterey to turn into a shooting gallery? Gus is the kind of person who'd get his buddies together and start a small war with you," Marilyn said pleadingly as she rose from the bed and walked over to Chris.
"The police?" Chris asked after several seconds of silence went by.
"I don't think so. You know how they treat raped women. We're supposed to like getting fucked like that. And with a dog? Who'd believe me?" Marilyn asked, sighing deeply and wondering herself if there was any way she could find justice.
"I could get him fired. But that doesn't seem like much after what he did to you," Chris said, shrugging his shoulders.
"But what if we could put him through the same thing he put me through?" Marilyn wondered out loud. "What if Bo fucked him?"
The others looked at her in horrified silence.
"That's pretty sick, Marilyn," Chris finally said.
"You think what he did to me wasn't?" she sobbed out, feeling a rising feeling of hate and revenge take over her mind. "He deserves what I got!"
"I don't know," Frank and Chris said.
"I do. Marilyn's right. The man's an animal, and deserves to be treated like one. Fire him and the others. But let him suffer the way she did!" Tina said, walking up to her friend and putting her arms around her.
"He's got a pretty large, strong group of buddies," Chris said softly as he started to think about the blonde's suggestion.
"There's a way we can get him separated from them. I'll go back to the circus tonight. I'll tell him that I want him alone. I'll tell him-oh God!" Marilyn said, feeling her stomach churn as she thought of what she'd have to go through and how she'd have to pretend in front of that grinning group of animals.
"Can you go through with it?" Chris asked, raising his hand and putting his fingers gently under Marilyn's chin.
"You get that dog ready, and I'll go through with it!" she said determinedly. "Now, I've got some appointments to take care of today. I'll see you all tonight," she said, feeling a strange sense of power come over her as Chris and Frank walked out of the door. "And you two watch out for Bob. There's still that problem on the loose," Marilyn said as she turned and walked back into the bathroom. No man was going to sit and laugh at her! No man!
CHAPTER SEVEN
"I'm a little nervous, Marilyn," Tina whispered as the blonde turned off the engine to her car. They were parked in the same lot Marilyn had parked in earlier that morning. The circus was scheduled to open tomorrow, and the final deliveries of animals and costumes had been made later that afternoon. As a result, the parking lot and the immediate area surrounding it were deserted.
"It was your idea that I come here in the first place," Marilyn said, sighing a little as she looked around the deserted lot for some sign of life.
"It's not so much that, although I've got to admit that this is creepy. It's just that none of us have heard anything from Bob. I don't like it. First he's screaming all over the house, then nothing," Tina said in a quavering voice.
"First we take care of my problem, then yours," Marilyn said as she started to open her door.
"Where are you going?" Tina asked in a high-pitched, nervous voice. "Chris and Frank aren't here yet. We agreed to wait for them."
"Chris just got his shipment of horses today. There was something wrong with one of them, and he and Frank decided to go down to the shipping depot and talk to the chief clerk there. I guess they're still tied up down at the station," Marilyn said, swinging her legs over the doorway and starting to climb out of the car.
"Still, that doesn't mean we've got to run around here," Tina protested weakly. Her earlier sense of strength was fading fast in the dark.
"I'll get the cramps if I keep sitting in this damned car much longer. Come on, Tina. There's nobody around to bite you," Marilyn said.
"I don't know," the brunette said hesitatingly, finally unlocking her door and climbing out.
While Tina looked around her cautiously like a hunted animal, Marilyn inhaled the cool, fresh night air and walked slowly across the lot toward the bright glow behind the trees. The main tent was there along with all the other tents. Everyone was getting ready for the circus opening tomorrow-including Gus, Hal, Rich and Mike. Her skin crawled as she thought of those four men. All day while going from store to store Marilyn thought of those men and what they forced her to do. But instead of becoming angrier and more vengeful, Marilyn found herself calming down and looking at what happened more objectively. She could never forgive them for humiliating her like that. But she couldn't put the fact out of her mind that she really enjoyed some of that shame. It was degrading, and she still felt cheapened. But it would be lying to herself if she didn't admit that she got some pleasure out of what they did to her and how they did it.
In the end, Marilyn was sorry that she'd started this whole revenge ball rolling. It was almost silly to think that they could make Gus get fucked by Bo or any other dog in the circus. If they could scare him somehow-threaten him with prosecution, then let him go and tell him never to come back-that would be good enough for Marilyn. The blonde realized that Chris had enough status with the circus that Gus would believe he could get a conviction in spite of what he and his cronies said about Marilyn's participation in the dog act. Of course, she'd never go through with a court case. The public scandal would kill her. but if Gus and his buddies thought that she didn't care beans about revealing what had happened to her; and if Gus and his friends saw that Chris was going to do all he could to get a conviction, then maybe they'd buckle under. That would be enough for the blonde.
"It's a beautiful night out, isn't it Tina?" Marilyn finally said.
"It d be a hell of a lot better if I knew where all those men were," Tina said, shutting the car door quietly then scampering across the lot to be next to Marilyn. She didn't like the idea of being left alone in the dark-especially in this area.
"Don't worry. They'll get here soon enough. Meanwhile, we can enjoy the scenery," Marilyn said, turning to her friend and smiling.
"Scenery? In the dark? I can't see a thing!" Tina wailed.
Marilyn enjoyed teasing Tina like this. She started for a large clump of bushes next to the path that led to the main grounds of the circus.
"Where are you going? Not back there!" Tina said in disbelief.
"Why not? I want to see if that son-of-a-bitch is still around. I'll bet he can't even look me in the eye," Marilyn said, walking toward that clump of high bushes as she turned around to see the expression on her friend's face.
"And I'll bet I can!" Gus cried out, jumping out of the bushes.
"My God!" Tina screamed, almost falling to her knees as she saw Gus and Hal leap at the startled Marilyn and push the blonde to the concrete.
"NOOOOO! HELP!" Marilyn screamed, beating her fists against Gus' bare, hairy chest.
"Comin' back to see us, huh, blondie? See you've brought a friend. She like doggies too, or is she just up to human cock?" Hal said, leaving Gus the job of pinning Marilyn down while he reeled toward the cringing, howling Tina.
"You stay back. Y-you don't come any closer," the brunette wailed, stepping back step-by-step as Hal grinned evilly at her.
"Come on, angel tits. We know why you're here. You're hungry for some hot cock. Well, my buddy and I've got plenty of inches of it just abakin' for you," Hal said, reaching down and squeezing the bulge getting bigger between his powerful legs.
Tina watched him in horror. Then she shifted her eyes for a flash to the other corner of the lot. Gus was kneeling in between Marilyn's lifted legs. He had something in her mouth to muffle her cries while the big man hiked her skirt up over her thighs.
"Nice little panties. Little flowers on 'em," Gus grunted, curling his powerful fingers around the waistband of Marilyn's sheer briefs. He started to pull them down, then changed his mind and ripped them off the bucking, moaning woman.
"Marilyn!" Tina cried out as the still night air was filled with the sound of ripping material.
"Shut her up!" Gus grunted to Hal.
"Oh please. Oh no, don't," Tina said, putting her hands up in front of her as Hal leered hotly at her tits, then broke into a run. "Oh God, help me!" Tina screamed as she spun around and started to run for the car.
Hal was too fast for her. While Gus fingered Marilyn's pussy, Hal caught up with the brunette, grabbing at her flying hair.
"OOOWWWWHHH!" Tina screeched as the big man yanked back and down. The brunette spun to the ground, scraping her knees as she fell forward.
"We fuck 'em here?" Hal grunted, rolling Tina roughly over on her back and starting to rip off her blouse.
"Naw. Too many people around here," Gus said, zipping up his pants and starting to get up.
"Fuck, they're drunker than we are. Everybody's celebratin' the last night before we open up," Hal slurred out as Tina whimpered under his knees.
"I still don't like fuckin' in the open," Gus said under his breath.
Marilyn didn't say a word or make a sound. She was too horrified to think what was going to happen next. A thousand thoughts shot through her mind. For one thing, the blonde knew that she'd have been better off just leaving the whole thing alone and going back to San Francisco. Now, planning for revenge, she'd dragged Tina into possible disgrace, and opened herself up for another session of humiliating sexual violation.
"Hey, I've got an idea," Gus said, raising his hand and scratching his chin as he looked down at Marilyn and chuckled nastily. The big man reached down to his boot and pulled out a long, sharp skinner's knife. Marilyn recognized it as the kind used by hunters to strip a dead animal of its flesh.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" the blonde asked, feeling her flesh crawl with horror as Gus trailed the tip of that big blade across the front of her neck.
"Slice it open if you don't pay attention, blondie. Now you and your girlfriend are gonna get up nice and easy and go along with us. I don't want any kind of funny stuff from you. If your friend or you, bitch, try somethin', well honey..." Gus said, scraping the side of the blade agonizingly up and down the woman's throat.
"Marilyn! Oh God, you've got to do it!" Tina wailed as Gus dragged her up from the lot and pulled her over to her prostrate friend.
"I haven't got much of a choice, do I?" Marilyn asked as she pulled her legs off Gus' shoulders and lowered them to the concrete. Gus stepped back as the blonde staggered to her feet.
"Okay, babes. You're gonna pretend you're our dates while we make it through the lot. Remember, bitch, I've got the knife right here," Gus said, jabbing the blade into Marilyn's side.
Marilyn inhaled sharply, then nodded her head up and down quickly. Gus pushed her roughly in front of him, then shoved her forward as he walked closely behind her. As the two of them rounded the corner and headed toward the main tent, the blonde looked back and saw Hal and the terrified Tina following about twenty steps behind.
"Turn around, blondie," Gus growled. She could smell the stale beer on his breath as he tightened his grip around her right arm. There were workers and performers staggering around the brightly lit grounds, talking, laughing and drinking. No one paid any attention to the small group of four as they threaded their way through the milling crowd toward the main tent.
"So far, so good," Gus grunted.
Marilyn looked around for either Chris or Frank. If she had spotted either one of them she'd have taken a chance and yelled murder. But it was useless. She walked mechanically next to Gus as he headed her toward the white-and-red striped big tent.
"What are you going to do?" Marilyn asked softly as they walked around the main tent to the rear.
"Something I seen in Tijuana once," Gus said, grinning as he pushed her through one of the rear entrances of the tent.
"Hey, look who's here?" Rich said as he staggered to his feet and looked drunkenly at Marilyn. The blonde adjusted her eyes to the dimmer light and saw that Mike was there also.
"Where you find them?" Mike slurred out as he put his beer down and stood up from the overturned wooden crate he'd been sitting on.
"Hal and me was drinkin' out by the main lot when we saw these two walkin' around. Don't know what they're doing back here. But since we've got them, there's those ponies..." Gus said, winking at Mike and Rich.
"Ponies!" Marilyn cried out as Tina was pushed into the tent.
"What's wrong, Marilyn?" Tina wailed. She didn't hear the end of the conversation. But from the blonde's whitened face and her wide-open eyes, the brunette guessed that something horrible had happened or was about to happen.
"Gonna have to hold one of 'em down for it," Mike said, looking first at Marilyn, then at Tina. "Which one gets the pony ride?"
"Pony ride?" Tina asked, her eyes showing some confusion. Then they widened, the brunette finally realizing what was in store for them. "Oh no. Nooooo! Oh God, no! You couldn't do that to-"
"Maybe it should be the brunette," Hal said, wheeling her around until Tina crashed into his big chest. The girl grunted, then tried to pull away as he grabbed her tightly by the shoulders with both his big hands. While the brunette wailed and twisted in his arms, Hal bent his head and glued his thick lips onto hers, stealing them with a thick layer of spit as he sucked and tongued the girl almost into suffocation.
"Naw. Let's use blondie. If we get tired of her, we can switch to the brunette any time we want," Gus said as he started walking to the main ring, dragging Marilyn behind him.
"No! I won't! I WON'T!" the blonde cried out, planting her feet down as firmly as she could while twisting free of Gus' grip for a second.
"Get her!" Gus shouted, running after her as Marilyn shot by the moaning Tina. Everything in front of her was a blur as she headed for the rear entranceway. Her heart pounded happily as she reached the opening. Just a few more feet and she'd be free. Then she could scream for help and save both herself and Tina. They were all too drunk to give her the kind of chase they put on this morning.
Suddenly Marilyn ran into something tall and hard. When she staggered back and caught her breath, she saw that it was Tina's husband Bob!
"What are you doing here?" she gasped out, temporarily forgetting who was chasing her.
"Followed Tina here. That bitch doesn't know when to give up," Bob said as his eyes found the brunette still caught in Hal's big arms.
"Didn't you see them attacking us? Didn't you-oh God!" Marilyn gasped as Gus ran up behind her and pulled her roughly to one side. As he, Rich and Mike fell onto Bob and pummeled him to the ground, the blonde realized that Bob must have followed them to the grounds, then lost track of them somehow. If he'd Seen them being wrestled to the ground in the parking lot, he'd have known that something was wrong. But Bob probably missed that little show, then somehow managed to find them in that tent. Seeing his wife in Hal's arms, he naturally assumed the worst.
"Bob! Bob!" Tina called out when she realized what was going on.
"You're all crazy. You'll kill him!" Marilyn screamed helplessly while the three men continued to beat Bob unconscious. "Stop it!" the blonde cried out, unable to take it any more. She bent down and started digging her fingernails into Gus' left cheek.
"You little fuckin' bitch!" Gus screamed out as blood poured out of the five long tracks Marilyn had dug into his flesh. Before she could make another run for it, the blonde found herself cornered by the big workman. The last thing she remembered was his raised hand, and the sudden woosh of air hitting the side of her face before everything went dark.
When she woke up, Marilyn discovered that she'd been stripped naked. Her arms and legs were tied together, and she was lying on something that she guessed was an Army cot. As Marilyn slowly managed to focus her mind, she was aware of some moaning coming from her right. Marilyn rolled her head over and gasped at what she saw.
There was Tina in the middle of the center ring, stripped as naked as she was. The brunette's wrists were tied together with some kind of nylon webbing that in turn was wrapped around the backs of her knees. Tina was completely helpless, unable to move either backward or forward. Her ass was poked high in the air. While Gus and Hal stroked Bo's big black head behind the woman, Tina thrust her ass up and down, wobbling dangerously on the floor as she tried vainly to break her bonds. Mike laughed hard, then walked up to her and reached down with his right hand, stabbing a rigid finger into her twat.
"OOOOWWWW!" Tina wailed, straining her skin even more against the webbing.
Marilyn heard some scuffling behind Gus and Bo. She craned her neck up and strained her eyes to see what was going on. She could see Rich pulling Bob out of the shadows of the main tent toward the main circle where his wife was tied up. The big black-haired man was still unconscious. But Gus and Hal made sure that he wouldn't escape. He was tied tightly with heavy rope, and a gag of something that looked like a white sock or handkerchief was stuffed into his mouth.
"Get him up close. I want him to see every fuckin' thing that happens," Gus growled.
Rich grunted in assent and dragged Bob to a position of about six feet from Tina. The brunette shifted her eyes to the right and wailed at what she saw.
"Shaddup!" Rich said cruelly, raising his right foot and kicking her in the butt.
"Hey, easy. You wanna ruin Bo's meal?" Gus asked, laughing as he leered first at Tina, then shifted his eyes to Marilyn. "Good! She's awake. Glad you can join us," the blonde workman said mockingly.
"Come on. Let's get this fuckin' thing on the road," Hal said impatiently.
"Might as well," Gus said, huffing as he staggered to his feet and pulled Bo behind him. The Doberman didn't seem to know what was going to happen. Then he took one good look at Tina's full, white downy ass facing him and started to bark and yip excitedly. Marilyn shifted her eyes down to the big dog's cock and saw it slowly start to lengthen. It poked out of its black, furry sheath, gleaming red and slick under the overhead lights as Tina kept on groaning and pleading with the men to let her and Marilyn go.
"Let you go? When we're gonna have some fun with you? Come on, babes. Hey, wanna feel what's gonna fuck you?" Gus said, pushing Bo against Tina's right thigh. The big Doberman stuck his nose against the brunette's sensitive skin, then moved around and shoved it against her belly. Tina moaned in fear, then wailed with increasing disgust as Bo moved back and started sniffing her cunt-hairs. When he started nosing her pussy, Tina screamed.
"Faster, Bo!" Gus said quietly, turning his head and watching Marilyn's reactions.
The Doberman started wagging his tail, dropping his lower jaw and pushing out his long, pointed tongue. Marilyn could see the gooseflesh on Tina's skin as Bo started lapping at her outer labia. About this time Bob was coming to and groaning with pain.
"Sit him so he can watch his wife," Gus said, sneering as the bound man started to jerk around, trying to twist free of the rope ties. Marilyn watched helplessly as Hal and Rich turned Bob around and faced him toward Tina. At first the man couldn't believe what he was seeing. Then Marilyn watched his eyes widen in horror when he realized what was going on. He started to scream through his gag, hopping up and down on the sawdust floor as Tina rocked and swayed in terror and disgust.
"That's it. Watch 'er get licked off. She told us that you're her old man. Well, watch the old lady get her rocks off on somethin' like that. Ol' Bo's a lot better than most male cock. If you don't believe me, ask blondie over there," Gus said.
But Bob wasn't listening to the man. His eyes were riveted on his wife as Bo lapped her pussylips over and over again. The thick bush of brown hairs glistened with drops of animal spit. Her cunt lips gleamed with the layers of spittle as Bo started to jab his tongue in and out of the brunette's box in little fucking motions. Tina was still screaming in horror. Unlike Marilyn, she wasn't getting turned on by this fucking.
"NOOO! NOOOOO! NOOOO!" the brunette wailed.
Marilyn could tell from the tone of her voice that she was filled with humiliation and revulsion. Sawdust clung to her flushed, sweaty cheeks as Bo started to go wild behind her. His tongue shot across her bouncing ass-cheeks, lapping at the smooth skin one minute, then sliding up to poke into her brown, puckered shitter. That would send Tina off into cries of sheer terror as the dog seemed to turn on to the musky taste of shit.
Then Bo went back down to her pussy, lapping and slathering the sensitive membranes with his rough, pink tongue. The sloppy slurping sound made Marilyn's skin crawl as she watched the revolting scene. She wondered how much longer they'd torture Tina like that before they finished her off with a fuck. And then what? Marilyn started thinking about her own safety. She'd been stripped and tied up too. What did they...?
Then it suddenly hit her like a lightning bolt. The ponies! They were going to make her commit a sex act with a horse! Probably one of Chris' that came in that afternoon. Marilyn let out a long, low moan as Bo barked and yelped in the background. She knew that as soon as Tina had her pussy filled with hot jizz, the men would turn to her and force the pony on her!
"Come on, Bo! Come on and hop on mommy's ass!" Gus said, patting the top of Tina's upturned butt.
The dog barked excitedly again, then jumped up and landed hard on top of Tina's tied body. Bob moaned louder than ever, tears springing to his eyes as the Doberman's hard, red dick probed its way up to the brunette's dark-red gash.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Get 'er, boy!" Gus called out as Bo whined and wrapped his big paws more tightly around Tina's sides. The brunette wailed helplessly, now resigned to what was going to happen to her while Bob kicked and grunted, thrashing wildly from side to side in helpless despair.
"God!" Marilyn cried out loud as she watched
Bo's pointed cockhead finally find its target. Tina let out a long, thin, high-pitched wail as the Doberman's pointed cockhead slid easily in between her pussylips and dug into her box. The girl's head strained upward as Bo's dick slid all the way down to its thick root. Her cries turned into horrified sobs as Bo hunched back, then forward, then back again. He was fucking her, drooling from the pointed snout in excitement as his nervous hunches turned into long, steady fucking thrusts.
"OH! NOOOO! UNNGHH! UNNGHHH! UNNGHHHH!" Tina cried out each time Bo drove his fuck stick into her pussy.
Marilyn craned her neck again and saw the dog's long red prick each time he pulled it out of the brunette's pussy. It gleamed with some kind of fluid, probably his own cock juice. From Tina's cries, Marilyn couldn't believe that the woman was getting excited. Tina was obviously horrified.
"Hey, buddy. You like what you're seein'? like watchin' old Bo there plug your old lady?" Gus sneered, bending down and whispering those words loudly in Bob's ear. He enjoyed torturing the husband as he watched his wife getting raped by the Doberman.
"UNNNNNG!" Tina cried, aware that Bo was about to fire his load into her pussy. The woman groaned with disgust, hating the feel of the Doberman's hot, furry body clamped close to her skin. The sensation of those scratchy paws around her thighs almost made her vomit. And the feeling of Bo's knobby, slick cock pushing against the sides of her cuntal walls almost made her faint.
"Go, baby, go!" Gus said to the Doberman, reaching over and grabbing onto Tina's ass. As Bob and Marilyn watched in horror, the big man started rotating her buns, giving the dog more friction for his hunching dick. The other men looked on a little stupidly as Bo started yelping and whimpering loudly.
"Here he goes," Gus announced loudly as the big Doberman's muscular ass hunched powerfully down, then trembled suddenly. His jaws opened up and a long, loud howl shot out and echoed through the tent. Marilyn closed her eyes and groaned softly to herself. The dog was shooting his cum into the brunette's pussy. She could tell from the animal's moaning and from Tina's sudden shrieks. At least it was over for her. They'd let her go. For Marilyn, it was just starting.
"Okay, boys. So much for the brunette," Gus said as Bo gave one more final hunch, then leaped off and trotted off into a corner and curled up in exhaustion. "Now we've got blondie here. Go on, Hal," Gus said to the dark-haired workman as he walked over to Marilyn and helped her off the cot. "Sorry, but you're a fast one. Got to keep you tied up," he said, bending down and hoisting her over his powerful shoulders like a sack of flour.
"Why do you do this? I mean, what are you getting out of it?" Marilyn wailed as Gus carried her to the center of the ring.
"Don't take it so personally. We'd do the same thing to any cunt who walked in here," Gus said as he laid her down on the sawdust. The rough, scratchy feel of the white covering didn't bother her as much as what she saw coming out of one corner of the tent. Hal had gone somewhere and managed to get one of the horses from Chris' stable at the circus. It was no surprise that he could do it, as most of the circus people were swacked out of their minds with booze.
Marilyn shifted her glance for a second to Bob. He had stopped his groaning and was looking at Marilyn with curiosity in his eyes. She knew that he was wondering what they were going to do to her. Marilyn turned her head and saw Tina on the floor. Doggie cum was still leaking out of her violated snatch. The brunette whimpered quietly to herself as the men completely forgot about her and concentrated on Marilyn.
"Okay, baby. This may hurt for a while, but you're gonna love it eventually. I know your kind. The bigger them cocks is, the better," Gus grunted as he bent down and untied her ankles. Marilyn thought about kicking the man down. But before she could get her mind together, Mike and Rich had a tight grip on her legs while Gus was behind her, lifting her torso. "Get her over to the fuckin' horse's ass," Gus grunted as Hal held the horse tightly by the reins.
Marilyn almost screamed as she saw the white animal's big brown eyes. His nostrils quivered and flared while his thick black lips curled back and revealed a long row of thick white teeth. His hoofs stomped nervously on the floor, sending up little clouds of dust and dirt as the three men carried her over to the horse's hindquarters.
"His name's Toby," Hal said, running his right hand soothingly down the big animal's oblong snout.
Marilyn's pussy shuddered every time the horse snorted. She didn't care what his name was. All she knew was that they were going to spear her onto that animal's dick!
"Come on, baby, put out them hands and start rubbin' Toby up!" Mike said as they moved Marilyn close to the horse's hanging dick.
"Oh, you bastards!" she groaned between her tightly clenched teeth. She almost retched at the stench of stale horseshit and piss that came from under the stomping animal's big, coconut-shaped balls. His big, hanging belly heaved with excitement as both Gus and Rich rubbed his hindquarters gently with one hand, holding tightly onto Marilyn with the other.
"Come on, babe. Go on," Gus ordered as he reached down and untied her wrists. Marilyn wanted to hit him. But instead did as she was told. Slowly and gingerly the blonde reached out with her right hand and slid it under the animal's twitching balls. She felt the stiff hairs that stuck out of the fuck sacs tickle her wrist as she reached for Toby's soft prick. As soon as her fingertips brushed against the huge stalk, the big horse whinnied and started snorting crazily. Obviously, he didn't like anyone fooling around with his cock who he couldn't see.
"Easy, boy, easy. You're gonna get something you ain't never had before," Hal said, soothing the startled horse as Marilyn kept on rubbing the outer skin of Toby's dick.
"Let her down. I wanna see her blow old Toby here," Gus said. "You know, like she did to Pops this mornin', " he sneered.
The others laughed again, then let her down. Marilyn rubbed her wrists as she felt Gus kicking her gently under her butt. He wanted her to slide under Toby's hind legs. The blonde looked up. The horse's belly was heaving up and down regularly while his cock was beginning to thicken and lengthen. Horses may not be the brightest animals in the world. But even they know when they're going to be fucked. The stomping hoofs frightened Marilyn. But the idea of that big dick swinging just a few inches above her head sticking into her pussy frightened her even more.
"Suck it, babe!" Gus said, squatting down next to her and reaching forward. She felt the big man's hands wrap around her throat and tighten down, forcing her jaws to open.
Marilyn grunted in assent, and Gus let her go. Tentatively, the blonde reached up and held the head of Toby's thick dick in her hand. She felt it start to pulsate regularly and grow bigger as she opened her mouth and pushed her head up. The blonde tried to keep from gagging as she slipped that leathery, bulbous cockhead into her mouth.
"I said hold onto him!" Gus shouted as Toby whinnied loudly and started prancing around the circle. Gus had to reach in and move Marilyn twice to keep her from getting trampled by the big animal's hoofs.
"UNNGHHHFFF!" Marilyn cried as she took just the first few inches of horsemeat into her mouth. It was hot and tough. There was a strange, wild taste to it that made her belly churn. But there wasn't anything Marilyn could do about it. Gus, Hal, Mike and Rich were all there, ready to hit her or worse if she didn't do as she was told.
"Looks like the bitch-likes to swing on any kind of cock," Gus said, reaching down and pinching her right nipple until it bruised.
"OHHHHHHH!" Marilyn cried out in pain. But she didn't stop sucking that cock. She was afraid that they might punish her for breaking stride.
"Feel those balls, babe," Gus said huskily, grabbing her right hand and forcing it up.
Marilyn bit down gently on the animal's dick as her hand was rubbed across the hot, hairy bottoms of Toby's fuck sacs. This time the horse didn't prance around. He was concentrating on that hot, wet, sucking feeling on the end of his jerking rod. Of course Toby didn't know what sucking off was. But he seemed to be enjoying this new experience. His white, thick stalk was fully extended now. Almost every wrinkle had been ironed out by the sexual excitement that made his sides heave in and out.
"Think he's ready now?" Hal asked, turning his head around and staring at the group on the ground between Toby's hindquarters.
"Hot to trot," Gus said, chuckling as he motioned to Rich and Mike to grab Marilyn's legs.
"Oh please, God! God, noooo!" she wailed, realizing now that the time had come for the fucking as she let the dickhead slip out from between her sucking lips. She twisted her head around, hunching her ass around in tight circles as she tried to break free of the men. Marilyn caught sight of Bob. He was still on the ground, staring wide-eyed at them. Tina had managed to sit up and turn around. She'd forgotten about her own humiliating experience and was horrified now to watch her friend about to be fucked by the horse.
"Keep on askin' God for help. He ain't gonna give you any. But old Toby here's gonna make you feel real fine," Gus said as he crawled under the animal's belly and held Marilyn tightly under the arms. While he pushed her torso up until her tits pressed against Toby's belly and Marilyn's face was jammed against the animal's chest, Rich and Mike spread her legs and pulled them up. They stretched her thighs until her pussy was wide open. The woman sobbed in horror as she felt the hot, tough skin of Toby's dick drag across her pussylips.
Marilyn sucked in a ragged breath and almost choked as a clump of horsehair blew into her mouth.
"Just relax, baby," Gus grunted as Mike and Rich lowered her thighs slightly. Marilyn shuddered again when she felt that slick, thick cockhead press up against her pussylips. The men were pulling her apart, trying to make as much room as they could in her pussy for the animal's big dong. "That's it, relax and make room for horsie's dick," Gus cooed.
Marilyn gritted her teeth and fought the desire to shriek or vomit as she felt that big knob pressing harder and harder against her cunt lips. She thought they were going to break her apart! That stretching sensation turned quickly into a dull sense of pain as Rich and Mike continued to push her twat against Toby's stiff cockhead.
"OHHHH! NOOOO! YOU'LL KILL ME!" Marilyn howled finally as she felt the bulbous tip slide into her box.
"Easy boys. Give her time to get used to it," Gus said, grunting excitedly as he turned his head and watched the blonde's reactions. Marilyn could tell that he really turned on to humiliating women. He was excited as hell now. With every inch of horse cockmeat that pushed and jammed its way into her protesting snatch, Gus got more excited and hot. He'd probably cum in his jeans when Toby was buried completely in her twat!
"OHHHHH! NOOOGO!" Marilyn screamed as the flanged section of Toby's dickhead slipped past the blonde's outer labia with an audible squish. She felt the breath blow out of her as sweat poured from every square inch of her body. They all seemed to be taking a breather. Getting Marilyn's pussy impaled on Toby's dick was a lot of work for the men.
"Okay, let's get her all the way on," Gus finally said.
"OHHHHHH!" Marilyn gasped as she started to feel more of the horse's dick push into her. It was as if someone had slipped a red-hot poker into her pussy and was pushing it down to her uterus. Her ass hurt; her titties throbbed in agony as Rich and Mike hiked her body up further, sliding it onto the panting and snorting horse's dick. "P-PLEEEASE, D-D-DON'T! OHHH, YOU'RE B-B-BREAKING ME APART! OH GOD IN HEAVEN, YOU'RE BREAKING M-M-MEEE ... AHHHHHH!" the blonde cried out wildly as the men hunched her up hard suddenly. Marilyn felt a sharp series of painful throbs sear her snatch as the first half of the horse's cock stuffed into her pussy.
"Hey, I think she's got all she can take," Rich said.
"I think he's right," Mike agreed, holding onto her legs tightly as the blonde tired to kick free from her attackers.
"I guess you're right," Gus said, sounding as if he were a little disappointed. "Okay, let's start fucking her until Toby's cock spurts off," Gus said.
The others agreed and started hunching Marilyn up and down. Sweat streamed more freely from her forehead and from under her arms as they slid her tightly clenching pussy up and down Toby's stiff, throbbing rod. There was no pleasure for Marilyn this time. There was only the mind-searing pain that gripped her snatch and the horror and humiliation of the fact that she was fucking a horse in front of all these people!
"UNNGHHHH!" Marilyn cried again as her smooth belly quivered with revulsion. Inch after inch of the horse's throbbing rod slid in and out of her widening pussy, stretching it to an unbelievable width as the blonde's screams turned slowly to sobs of horror.
"Don't tear her up, guys," Gus said, turning his head and suddenly kissing Marilyn hard on the lips. She tried to get away from his sucking, salivating mouth but it was impossible. He was enjoying this!
He was turning on to her humiliation-to her act of bestiality. She tried to bite his tongue, but the pressure on her lips was too great. His tongue shot across her front teeth, then dug into the hot recesses of her mouth as he practically choked her with his spit. His hands ran down from her armpits and crawled across her skin until they reached her titties. While Rich and Mike kept on hunching her thighs on the animal's hard dong, Gus kept on kissing Marilyn while he milked her firm, big boobs with both hands.
"Hey, old Toby's gonna shoot!" Hal suddenly cried out from up front.
"I think Hal's right. Look at that cock!" Mike said, whistling low as he stared at the horse's throbbing, expanding dick. It was vibrating like a machine now, churning inside the mess that used to be Marilyn's snatch.
"There she goes!" Mike cried out as he watched a big swell ripple down the full length of the animal's cunt-embedded prick. It was the first thick wad of animal jizz erupting out of Toby's jouncing balls and speeding down to his fat cockhead.
"MMMMGHFFFF!" Marilyn cried out in horror as Gus' kissing became ferocious. She could tell from his tonguing that the big man was cumming!
He was actually shooting his wad in his shorts as the horse was blasting her pussy with his hot jizz! Marilyn felt sick with disgust as she felt something steamy and wet fill up her cunt. God, how she wanted the next few seconds to fly by. She knew that it couldn't last forever. The horse had to run out of his supply of cum just like men do. But this one seemed to have an endless supply stored up in his sacs.
"AHHHHHH!" Gus cried out, breaking away from Marilyn as his final spurt of cum shot out of his dickhead. He looked at her, then laughed as the big horse kept on firing his load. Rivers of horse-cum sprayed out from between her stretched cunt lips now, splashing down on the sawdust below as Toby neighed and snorted uncontrollably. Hal reigned in on the stomping animal as he finally fired his last few wads into Marilyn.
"Okay, baby. You're really good! You ought to go into show biz or something like that. Maybe the girl in Tijuana can use a helper," Gus said, kissing her lightly on the neck as he signaled his cronies to let her down.
"Ohhhhh!" Marilyn cried out as she felt the animal's soft dong slip out of her aching cunt. She didn't know if she'd ever be the same. The blonde was afraid that the horse had churned her pussy into a bloody mess.
"Okay, everybody, hold it right there!" Marilyn heard a familiar voice suddenly yell out.
"What the...? " Gus said, springing to his feet and turning around.
Marilyn rolled her head to the right and saw Chris and Frank standing in the main entranceway to the tent with four security guards around them. Their guns were drawn and pointed directly at Gus and Hal. Chris looked down at Marilyn, then shifted his gaze to Rich and Mike and motioned them to join Hal and Gus.
"Down on your fuckin' faces and hands above the head," Chris said, his voice thick with emotion as he looked at Marilyn's messed pussy. He knew what had happened. There was no possibility of trying to cover it up. Marilyn felt a grinding sense of shame fall over her as two of the guards covered her body with a drop cloth while a third ran to the phone to call for an ambulance.
* * *
"Is Tina okay?" Marilyn asked weakly from her hospital bed as Chris stood over her and smoothed down the hair that strayed over her forehead.
"Bob says that she's fine. They're going to take her to a sanitarium to rest up," Chris said, smiling at her.
"They're? Two of them?" Marilyn asked in surprise as she tried to sit up.
"It sounds a little weird. But after last night, Bob and Frank managed to reach some sort of agreement. I don't know if they're going to share her, or if they're going to let her choose between them who she wants. But they've buried the hatchet for a while anyway," Chris said, arching his eyebrows and smiling.
"Well, at least something good came out of this mess," Marilyn said, shaking her head slowly.
The doctors thought that she'd be as good as new in a week. The horse didn't tear up her snatch as badly as she had at first thought. There were some rips in the cuntal walls, and then there was the over-stretching that her body had to shrink. But everyone seemed confident that physically she'd be fine.
But then there was the problem of mentally. Marilyn had been fucked by a horse, degraded in front of all those people. How Chris could stand over her like this and be so sweet was beyond her. He should have been running away, clamping his hands over his eyes in horror. And here he was, comforting her in her hospital bed. He was quite a guy!
"Don't forget about Gus and the others," Chris said sullenly. 'We've got them under arrest now for kidnapping, assault, battery and sexual perversion. Tina's willing to testify if you are," Chris said.
Marilyn looked into the horse trainer's eyes. Would he be willing to accept her, even after the publicity that was bound to follow a case like that? Was he strong enough? She read the answer in his eyes. Slowly, Marilyn slipped her hand out from under the white sheet and wrapped her slender fingers around his.
"If you're strong enough to stand by me, Chris, I'll be strong enough to get on that witness stand and testify," Marilyn said determinedly. She wanted to see that sneering Gus and his cronies put behind bars where they belonged.
"Don't worry about me, babe," Chris said, bending over and kissing her passionately on the lips.
"Oh, shit! If only I could . . " Marilyn started to say.
"Take it easy, babe. The doctors said it'd take about a week. Meanwhile, we'll just have to try something else," Chris said, turning around and locking the door. Marilyn smiled to herself as she lowered the rail of her bed and sat up while Chris unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick prick.
"I'm going to be an unemployed lady if I go on the stand," Marilyn said as she reached up and wrapped her fingers around that slick, thickly veined cock.
"I'll keep you busy enough," Chris said, throwing back his head and hunching forward as Marilyn slid her full lips down to the root of his dick.
For a while, at least, all memory of that humiliating experience at the circus disappeared. Chris would quit the circus and, well, God only knows what they'd do. As far as the blonde was concerned, sucking and fucking all day was enough for her. Could she look at a horse again after last night? Maybe so, maybe not. But right now all she could think of was Chris' cock, and the fact that it was getting harder, and juicier, and stiffer and hotter under her lip-massage.
"OOOOOOO!" Chris moaned as the first load of jizz spurted out of his balls and into Marilyn's hot, wet mouth.
Cock, cock, cock, Marilyn thought to herself her brain buzzed happily in her head.
