While the innocent are no strangers to violence, and never have been, the continuing upturn 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 accounts of kidnapped executives or young heiresses taken for purposes of extortion. Some of these acts have been committed for solely philosophical or political reasons, and for some acts, the reasons are simply sordid. In either event, there is the prospect of some "gain" for the perpetrators, and suffering for the victims. And it is the guiltless individual who suffers the most.
The story of Diane Granger and her friend, Janet, is a case in point-two innocent women suffering at the hands of cruel and depraved men, forced to commit vulgar and demeaning acts. Indeed, their story holds a lesson for an uncaring society.
DOG-RAPED WOMEN-a story of crime and the many sordid avenues it may take.
-The Publisher
1
"How'd you like to slip somethin' hot an' stiff into that wet little pussy?" the tall, husky construction worker said to one of his cronies as Diane Granger opened the car door of her black Monte Carlo and slipped her long legs out. The attractive blonde shaded her eyes and looked at the small crowd of five construction workers staring at her. Behind them, the steel skeleton of a new skyscraper stood silhouetted against the early pink evening Los Angeles sky. Wisps of dust drifted in the hot, dry air, joined by the rumbling noise of heavy construction equipment.
Diane smoothed down her short light blue dress and slammed the car door shut. Ever since the construction crew arrived to put up that building four months ago, she had felt nervous around them. There was a certain way they leered at her that made her want to run and hide. Especially that tall, dark-haired worker with the long scar on the right side of his face-he made her cringe inwardly. Of course, Diane realized that it was natural for men to stare at her. She was an attractive woman and flaunted her body when she wanted. She knew that her thirty-eight-inch tits made most men turn around and stare lustfully at her. Diane was a desirable woman and showed it with every inch of her smooth, beautifully curved body.
"She wouldn't give you a cold, let alone a piece of ass," a fat, middle-aged and balding worker said as he took another bite of a ham sandwich.
"Oh yeah?" the big man said angrily as his buddies laughed loudly. His ruggedly handsome face flushed a deep red while he curled his thick, powerful fingers into two tight fists. His friends stopped laughing as soon as they saw him slowly lift his leg off an overturned box. He circled around until he was facing the obese man.
"Hey, Joe, just kiddin', " the little man said nervously with a chunk of sandwich hanging from the corner of his mouth. Joe Baggio narrowed his brown eyes and peered out from under his yellow hard hat at the fat man until he shook visibly.
"Don't you never say nothin' like that again."
Diane watched this little scene curiously, sensing that it was about her. She felt strangely attracted to it just as strongly as she felt she should get away from there.
"Diane. Come on, we've got to get going on this inventory," an attractive brunette called out from the doorway of a crystal shop.
"I'll be right in," Diane said, over her shoulder, turning around to take one more look at that gang of construction workers.
"Hurry up. I don't want to stay here all night counting plates and glasses," the girl said, turning around and walking back into the small shop.
Diane sighed, then raised her eyebrows as she turned around and walked quickly toward the sidewalk. Her high heels clacked along the concrete pavement, making her firm, rounded buns wiggle under her dress while her titties swayed back and forth. Diane loved the freedom of movement the no-bra, no-girdle look gave. The sensation of the silky dress material sliding over her creamy thighs and sensitive nipples kept Diane at a low simmer of sexual arousal constantly. Her recent divorce had soured her on men for a while. But she still enjoyed the hot looks she got from them on the street as her nipples poked teasingly against her dress material. Those hungry looks were enough to send teasing hot/cold flashes of excitement down to her clit.
"God, I'm sorry I ever opened this place," the brunette said as Diane walked into the tiny shop and closed the door.
"Come on, Janet. It's the only thing that keeps us sane after our divorces," Diane said, smoothing down her long blonde hair while she walked up to the counter at the other end of the shop and started looking through the small pile of mail.
"Bills, bills and more bills," Janet sighed, putting her hands on her hips and slowly turning around in a circle, mentally taking inventory of everything in the shop. "We've just about sunk everything we've got in here."
Diane looked up and smiled, nodding in agreement as she kept on going through the day's mail. After she and Jack got their divorce, Diane felt as if her life had come crashing down on her. She'd never felt like an ugly duckling. Men always desired her. At parties or picnics, Jack's business associates were always trying to cop a quick feel of her titties. But she played it straight. She was the respectable married lady with a successful, handsome husband.
Maybe he was too successful, too handsome, Diane thought as she absently put the pile of mail back down on the counter and leaned against its front edge. Her mind drifted back to the day when Jack came home and suggested they get together with another couple for more than a game of bridge. At first Diane was shocked. She'd heard about swinging couples in the neighborhood. But the blonde never thought that there would be swinging in her living room.
Jack moped for the next three days as Diane held her ground, refusing to go along with his idea. Finally, she gave in and from that point on, her life was an endless nightmare.
"Let's lock up the shop so we can get going," Janet said, walking toward the door as Diane murmured in agreement. The parties never stopped. Every time she turned around Diane found couples screwing on her couch, her bed, any horizontal space big enough for an ass. Sometimes Jack was with them, sometimes not. She would up fucking complete strangers-two at a time during some occasions-and discovered to her surprise that she enjoyed it. Slowly, Diane began to wonder if she were no better than a common slut who at least was honest enough to admit what she did for a living. The blonde came to realize that her marriage was a joke. It had turned into a kinky sexual circus. The divorce was inevitable.
"By the way, how did the buying trip come off?" Janet asked as she shut the front door and flipped the closed sign over in the window.
"Not bad," Diane said, shaking the memories of the past out of her head as she turned around and smiled at her friend. Janet had lived next door for five years when Diane sued her husband for divorce. The two of them were never really close until then. Janet had always disapproved of the orgies, feeling that Diane had been the one who instigated them. She discovered the truth about the same time she discovered her husband had been sneaking out and joining Jack and his friends in their bedroom orgies. It was almost a double divorce. Besides becoming best of friends, Diane and Janet decided to pool their financial resources and open a business together.
"Good. We need some new material. The customers are getting tired of looking at the same line. And so am I," Janet said, laughing lightly as she pulled the inventory sheets off one of the shelves and handed one to Diane. "You start over there at the other end and I'll-oh, shit, another customer," Diane muttered under her breath as the sound of pounding at the door filled the room.
"You take care of him. I'll get started," Diane said turning around and walking toward the rear of the shop.
"Yes, can I help you?" Diane heard Janet asked in a surprised voice.
"Yeah. I wanna talk to her," Diane heard a gruff voice answer. She froze on the spot, feeling the hair on the back of her neck bristle with terror and unexplainable excitement as the voice rumbled through the shop. Diane knew it was that dark-haired construction worker standing only a few feet away from her. She could sense the power and sensuality heating up the air. She felt drawn backward toward the big man. Her skin crawled with electrifying sexuality as tiny beads of perspiration broke out on her forehead. Her nipples were stiffening again, poking teasingly against the material of her dress. He would notice it. He'd see that for some strange reason, she was attracted to him.
"Diane?" Janet called out in a strained voice, looking at her friend as she stepped back.
"Can I help you?" the blonde asked coolly, turning around and facing the burly construction worker. He looked out of place in the shop. The shelves were filled with delicate crystal plates and goblets that sparkled in the setting sun. And next to all the delicate pieces stood that big bull of a man, reeking with dirt and gasoline. His massive bulk filled the room, crowding everything else into the corners. Diane felt that if he moved one inch in any direction he'd send all their expensive inventory crashing to the floor.
"You bet you can," the worker sneered, looking at Janet for a second before turning back to the blonde. "I've got to get a gift for my girl. You know, she-likes this kind of shit."
Diane winced at the profanity, then moved gracefully forward toward a shelf lined with tall, slender wine glasses to the right.
"Maybe she'd like something like this. It's one of our finer lines," Diane said as she stepped in front of the big worker and pulled one of the glasses off the shelf. Diane held it up to Joe to examine. But all the big worker did was peer down at her. His restless brown eyes bored into her skull like two laser beams. He seemed to be reading her thoughts, sensing her latent sexual intensity.
Diane's slender fingers trembled and almost dropped the tall goblet as the air in the room seemed to grow hot and thick. The blonde felt her knees starting to shake and buckle. What did he want? Janet was still in the shop. Was he going to try anything with her friend right there?
"Naw. I don't think so," Joe said, glancing down at the glass, then looking back into Diane's deep blue eyes. "I'd probably break it or somethin', " the big man growled as he moved closer to the blonde.
Diane suddenly felt threatened. There was something animal-primeval-about Joe that terrified her. She took a step backward, still clutching onto the glass and searching for something to say. She felt the situation growing dangerous.
"Well, we've got ... " she started, turning around and heading toward the rear of the shop again. This time, Joe didn't let her get away. The big construction worker stepped around, blocking her way. As she started to walk back to the front of the shop, Diane realized that Joe's right arm was blocking her way. "Now see here," she said angrily.
"See what?" Joe said in a thick voice. He was moving forward slowly, forcing her to step against the wall of the shop. Diane could feel his hot, rancid breath blowing against her face. His body was like a cage, trapping her every escape as it closed tighter and tighter around her. Diane felt the wall pressing against her ass-cheeks now. The big man was almost on top of her. The blonde felt her heart beating wildly, threatening to rip through her rib cage. Her pulse quickened. Her tight cunt lips were swelling, filling up with blood and puffing out while oily, foamy pussy juice bubbled out from her long cuntal crack. Diane was wetting herself with her own sex juices. Her furry mound itched and tingled as that thick cuntal oil trickled through the tight blonde public curls.
"Please," Diane begged, holding the glass tightly against her tits as she closed her eyes and prayed that he'd go away. She couldn't understand what was happening to her. The divorce had almost made her swear not to let another man touch her as long as she lived. And now here she was, almost begging a strange, vulgar man to fuck her.
"Please, what?" Joe asked cynically as he leaned forward even further. Diane felt a long, tingling shudder rip through her body as the big worker reached up and lightly touched her right cheek with his fingers. She sucked in a deep, ragged breath as she felt those fingers slowly work their way down, tracing across the hot flesh of her throat. They were slipping lower and lower, sliding across her shoulders until they hovered above her titties. He was playing with her almost in the same way she played with men.
Diane felt every muscle in her body tighten up with sexual tension as Joe's powerful hand slide toward her tits. The blonde felt every nerve-ending in her body straining upward, wanting to be caressed by his hands. Diane's throat was hot and dry, aching from the twisted muscles as she opened her mouth and uttered a tiny gasp of pleasure. The back of her head pressed hard against the wall as she arched her back and quivered like a taut bow. His fingers were only inches away from the brown, stiff right nipple. God, how she wanted him to rip her dress off and stick that wide, sensuous mouth around her tit-tip.
My God! Diane thought to herself as she opened her eyes and realized where she was. She looked to the left and saw Janet standing by the half-opened front door. Her friend was staring in disbelieving horror, leaning against the doorframe with her right hand tightly pressed against her belly.
"Get out of here," Diane forced herself to say as she reached up with her free hand and pushed the startled construction worker away. "Get out of here if you don't want to buy anything."
Joe's eyes widened with anger as Diane slipped out from under his arms and ran for the door. He knew he'd lost the battle for now.
"I didn't know you sold it," he muttered angrily, wiping his wet forehead with the back of his right hand. Diane glanced down at his crotch. She could see something long, wide and tubular pressing hard against the dirty, faded material of his Levi's. It throbbed with excitement as Joe kept on staring angrily at the panting blonde.
"I said get out, or I'll call the police," Diane almost wailed as she threw open the front door and stepped back.
Joe let out a quiet chuckle and started for the door. The blonde took another step backward to give him room, feeling her wet panty-crotch sticking to her hot cunt lips. Her swampy cunt spasmed again as Joe brushed by and walked out to the street. Diane started to close the door quickly when he turned around and looked menacingly at her.
"Don't think I'm gonna let you get away with this. Nobody says no to Joe and gets away with it," he rasped, looking hard at the blonde before he turned around and sulked away. Diane stood at the door, clutching the edge tightly as she watched the big man walk across the street and disappear behind the tall wooden fence that surrounded the construction site. The sun had almost set. Bright lights illuminated up the tall steel frame of the skyscraper as the night crew started to arrive.
"Who was that?" Janet finally said as Diane closed and locked the front door.
"Somebody who's been watching me for the last few months," Diane said uneasily as she walked back to her inventory list.
"The past few months? Diane! And you haven't even gone to the police? You're crazy," Janet said, walking quickly to the door and peering into the deepening darkness as she looked for that worker.
"What good would it do? There's no law against people staring at one another," Diane said. The blonde was terrified. Now that the sexual excitement had died down, Diane thought about how brutally Joe had stared at her. "He's probably all bluff," she said hopefully. "Most men are."
"I just wish you didn't live in that remote beach house. You don't have neighbors for blocks. He could follow you home some night and-"
"All right, Janet," Diane said irritably, throwing the inventory forms down on the counter top. "You've made your point. From now on, I'll carry a submachine gun around with me and hire five body guards. Now let's get going on this inventory so I can get home and get some rest."
"I was just trying to help," Janet said, shrugging her shoulders and starting to work in silence. The two women didn't say much else that evening. Working quietly, Diane managed to shift her thoughts from her personal life to her professional one. Joe faded from her memory quickly as she carefully inventoried merchandise.
It wasn't until one-thirty that morning that the two women finished their work.
"Uhhhhh," Janet said, reaching up with her right hand and rubbing her neck as she closed her eyes and leaned against the front edge of the counter. "So much for the store. We'll do the back room tomorrow."
"You mean this morning," Diane said, glancing down at her wristwatch and noticing the time.
"Oh God! Come on, let's get out of here for some sleep," Janet said, hurriedly closing up the shop and grabbing her coat.
"I wonder when they'll finally finish that thing," Diane said, standing by the door as Janet closed and locked up the shop.
"Soon, I hope. The noise is driving away customers. And that guy..." Janet started to say.
"Look. Let's just stop talking about him," Diane said nervously as she searched the deserted street for any sign of the big man. "I've got to get home. See you tomorrow," Diane said, walking to her car and waving good-bye to her friend.
"Be careful," Janet said as she disappeared around to the rear parking lot. Diane opened her car and crawled in, shutting the door quickly and locking it before starting up. She tried to appear confident and unafraid. But Joe's advances and warning early that evening made her wary.
Get yourself together, Diane told herself as she started the car and pulled out into the boulevard. Heading west toward her home, Diane turned the radio on and hummed softly to the jazz music, not noticing a pair of headlights five car lengths behind that had been following her ever since she left the shop.
"Damn!" Diane groaned, turning left and noticing that her car was beginning to sputter whenever she stepped on the accelerator. She looked at the dashboard and noticed that the gas tank was nearly empty. Diane looked around desperately for a gas station. But the road she was heading south on had nothing but deserted homes and large empty lots on either side. Diane prayed that she could make it home when suddenly the engine died.
Sighing, the blonde managed to pull her car over to the side of the steet. Pulling up the emergency brake, Diane opened the car door and stepped out, looking anxiously around her for some place where she could make a call to a service station. It was then when she noticed a pair of headlights some three blocks away. They weren't moving, something that didn't make her suspicious yet. Then, as Diane started to walk to a brightly lit phone booth she'd just noticed standing in front of a closed grocery store, the lights started moving slowly up the street toward her.
Diane felt her skin crawl with error as the car sped forward suddenly, squealing rubber as it swerved toward her. The blonde looked wildly around for somewhere to run. Diane covered her eyes with both hands as the headlights swerved around and blinded her. The woman turned and started running toward the beach one block away as the car struck the curb and rolled onto the sidewalk.
2
Diane looked over her shoulder as she ran over the uneven ground toward the ocean. The cool, damp salt air blew through her long blonde hair as she heard the sound of running footsteps drawing closer to her. Her lungs burned with the exertion as she fled like a terrified, hunted animal.
"She won't make it," Diane heard a familiar voice grunt out behind her. It was Joe, the construction worker who'd practically raped her in the shop that evening! He was out to get his revenge now. Diane's mind reeled with horror as she felt her feet sink into the soft sand of the beach. The blonde whimpered with terror as she lost her balance and stumbled forward.
"Uh!" Diane grunted as she fell to her arms and knees. Desperately she tried to scramble back to her feet. But the men behind her were too fast. Diane felt a powerful hand grab her arm and pull back, sending her crashing down on her ass. The blonde jerked her head up and saw Joe Baggio staring coldly down at her. To his right was another construction worker she'd seen occasionally at the site. He was shorter and thinner than Joe, but stared at her just as hard and evilly. His short blonde hair rustled in the brisk ocean breeze as Joe pulled up on Diane's arm.
"Come on, baby. We're gonna teach you some manners," Joe grunted as Diane staggered to her feet. Joe's powerful fingers dug into her wrist, making her cry out in pain. "Shut up unless you really want to feel something," Joe growled as he pulled her back to his car. Diane stumbled over the soft sand, falling to her knees twice only to be roughly dragged to her feet by the grunting man. His blonde friend remained quiet, chuckling several times when Diane crashed to the dirt.
"Where are you taking me?" the blonde asked in a quivering voice as Joe pushed her into the back seat then crawled in behind her.
"None of your business," the worker growled as his friend slid into the front seat and started up the car. They pulled off the sidewalk, then sped southward.
The lights of Venice streaked by swiftly as the car entered a deserted part of the city. The blonde driver peered carefully through the front windshield as he slowed the car down. They were looking for something to the right of the avenue.
"There she is," Joe said, pointing toward a small wooden construction shack in the middle of a large dirt lot. Diane peered through the window as they turned off the avenue and pulled into the gravel drive. There were pipes and wiring scattered around the ground while a large rectangular hole took up most of the lot. It was a new construction site, Diane guessed.
"Let's go," Joe said, throwing open the door and stepping out. "Come on, you little bitch. You're gonna like this almost as much as I will," Joe growled.
"Leave me alone. Leave me alone, or I'll scream for the police," Diane wailed as she looked wildly around her. There wasn't another building around for miles. No one would hear her, no matter how loudly she yelled.
"Sure you will," Joe said, pushing her roughly forward. Diane stumbled up to the locked door. Joe fished around in his front pocket, finally finding the key for the padlock.
"Mike here works here and at our place, so he's got the in for both of 'em," Joe explained as he pushed Diane into the shack.
"Oh God," Diane cried out loud as she looked around the dark, filthy room. Joe stumbled around until he found a dirty kerosene lamp. He struck a match and lit the wick. As he slid the glass casing back over the lamp base, Diane walked slowly to the center of the room. There were loose pieces of broken lumber and twisted nails on the floor. Long links of chain were scattered on the floor or hung from nails pounded in the wooden walls. There was a table and two chairs in the cabin along with a dirty, sagging army cot in a corner. The dim, yellowish light radiating from the hurricane lamp filled the room with a lurid glow.
Diane turned around and looked at the two construction workers. They stood by the closed and locked door, feet widely spread apart and arms crossed tightly in front of their massive chests as they stared coolly at her.
"Let's get her down now," Mike said, licking his thick lower lip.
"What are you going to do with me?" Diane demanded.
"You're a little cock-teaser, aren't you?" Joe said, uncrossing his arms and moving forward quickly. Diane tried to dodge him. But he was faster than she, catching her in his arms and pressing her tightly against his chest. "You're the kind of bitch who parades that tight little ass of yours around every cock in town, then hauls it in before a guy can get it off. You're gonna pay for that now, bitch. You're gonna pay big for it."
"You filthy animal!" Diane cried out, reaching up with her right hand and digging her sharp fingernails into Joe's right cheek. Before he could jerk his head one way or the other, Diane gouged his skin open.
To her surprise the big man didn't cry out. He reached up and pulled her arm down. Blood oozed out of the five deep furrows that ran down his cheek. Joe smiled cruelly at her as his grip tightened around her wrist. Diane's teeth rattled with the pain as she thought the big man would break her arm.
"You'll pay for that one, baby. You're really pay," Joe growled, twisting her arm around until Diane felt herself sinking to the floor in pain. The blonde felt herself fainting from the agony as the big man chuckled. Finally he let go of Diane's aching arm. quickly moving his hand up and wrapping his fingers around several strands of her long blonde hair. He yanked up, making Diane cry out with startled pain.
"Oh-h-h, G-God!" she cried out, reaching up with both hands and trying to pound his powerful hand away.
"Come on, Joe. I'm horny as hell," Mike said, rubbing one hand down between his spread legs. Diane darted a look. His hard cock was showing long and thick as it ran almost to the top of his tight-fitting Levi's. The blonde knew she should be struggling to get free. She was terrified and in fear for her life. But at the same time, Diane felt her hard little clit push to the top of her cunt while her pussy lips began to swell as they had earlier the day before.
"She's gonna be one hell of a piece of ass," Mike commented as Joe let go of Diane's hair. The blonde sank down to the floor, groaning as Joe started working on the top button of his pants.
"This one probably fucks like a mink when she gets worked up. I can do wild things with you, bitch. Fuckin' bitch, that's what she is," Joe taunted as Diane cringed on the floor. Joe was unzipping his Levi's now, sneering at her as he finally pulled his long shaft free and stretched it out into the air. Its broad, flanged head visibly pulsated with lust. Diane turned around slightly and saw Mike do the same. Both dicks pointed at her, throbbing and jerking while both men peeled off their din and sweat-stained T-shirts. Diane gasped as she saw their hairy chests come into view. Rivers of sweat meandered their way through the jungles of black and blonde body hair as the two muscular construction workers grinned foolishly at her.
"You want to fuck her in the ass? Or do you want the cunt?" Joe asked as he leered at Diane.
"Nooooo," Diane wailed. Suddenly her past crashed down on her. It was just as it had been with Jack and his demented friends. She'd taken cock in almost every way imaginable. With the divorce, Diane thought that that whole life was over. Now here she was, kneeling on the filthy wooden floor of some shack, in the middle of the night, with two men half-naked in front of her. No, she couldn't go through with it. She had to get away.
"Get her," Joe said as Diane scrambled quickly to her feet and sprang for the door. Mike reached out and caught her around the waist.
"Let me go," Diane grunted out, kicking her legs in every direction as she tried to reach back and claw the laughing man's face.
"Shit, she's one hell of a fighter," Mike grunted, pulling his head back and trying to keep his face away from Diane's flailing fingers.
"This ought to take some of that out of her," Joe said, moving up quickly. Diane heard the rush of air just before she felt something hard slamming against the side of her face.
"OHHHHHH!" the blonde cried out as Joe's big paw punched her in the mouth. Her teeth rattled and her mind spun dizzily as Diane tasted blood in her mouth. She sank half-conscious in Mike's strong arms as she felt Joe's hands fumble around her titties. As the dark-haired construction worker ripped open the top of her dress, Diane could feel the rod of Mike's dick pressing against her ass. He was hunching into her, rubbing his long, thick rod across her firm butt-cheeks as Joe ripped her clothing from her twisting body. Her dress fell in tatters to the floor. Then Diane felt the big man's clumsy thumbs curl around the leg bands of her pink panties. She gasped as she felt the sheer material peel down her long, tapered legs.
"Mmmmmm, she's good," Mike crooned behind her as he breathed heavily on her neck. He was hunching more powerfully into her, sliding his cock into the plump firm mounds of her ass as if he were trying to stick the red-hot tip of his cock into her shitter.
"Oh God, you'll live to regret this, I swear," Diane said between her tightly clenched teeth. She hated them for doing this horribly humiliating thing to her. And she hated herself for responding to it. As much as she hated to admit it, Diane felt herself gradually warming up to their cruel treatment.
"Talk's cheap babe. About as cheap as you are,"
Joe said, lowering his right hand and running his fingers up from her left knee to her crotch. Diane shuddered as a funny tingly ache rippled across her fiery box. She felt the construction worker's fingers brush against her swollen cunt lips. She knew he could feel the pussy juice oozing out of the glistening crack between her fat hot labia. He turned his palm upward and pressed his hand gently down against her itchy box. Diane stiffened her body and inhaled sharply as an explosion of contrasting sensations ripped through her snatch. She felt her stiff clit finally unsheath itself, poking fully up from the sticky membranes surrounding it as Joe's right forefinger slid up and pressed gently against it.
"Fuck, she's wet and slippery. Shit, honey, you've got to be really hot if you've got it comin' out of you this way," Joe sneered at her.
"What's the matter, babe. You ain't had nothin' for awhile?" Mike said as he began squeezing her tits.
Diane gasped as she felt his hands move around her tit-flesh, pressing into the spongy tissues while Joe kept toying with her kinky cuntal curls. She closed her eyelids again and suppressed a groan of delight as she felt Mike fondle her nipple.
Diane now wanted to serve their every whim. She wanted to be crushed into the dirt under her feet by both of them. Every ounce of respectability faded in her as Joe and Mike continued to tease her mercilessly.
"Get her down on the floor," Joe grunted.
Diane struggled helplessly-against the men and against herself. Mike sank down to his knees, pulling the blonde with him. He slid back forcing her down on her ass as Joe knelt down and crawled between her legs. Mike worked his Levi's down to his knees as he slid up and forced her back as far as she could go. Mike still held her tightly around the chest, playing with her stiffened nipples and holding her thighs still with his knees as Joe hunched forward. As her naked thighs quivered from the excitement and terror that gripped her mind, Diane felt Joe's cock inch in toward her cunt. He twisted and ground into her until his dick was working its way toward her slippery cunt lips.
"Nooooo," she moaned as the thick throbbing head suddenly got to her hole and pushed in. Diane felt her fat labia stretch open as the big rod pushed past the outer lips and reamed gently against her inner labia. Joe dug his big hands under her ass-cheeks, squeezing the hot, spongy flesh as hard as he could as he groaned with delight.
Diane tilted her head back, opening her mouth and sighing with pleasure as she felt a hot thrill ripple through her mushy box. Her cuntal walls contracted, then spasmed deliciously as she felt them clenching Joe's sinking dick. Her pussy hairs matted together from the bubbly fuck oil that lubed down her snatch. Joe's thick rod shoved further between her pussylips in short, rapid strokes as he pressed her down.
"Pig! Pig!" Diane groaned as she met his quick hunches with thrusts of her own.
"Uhhhh," Joe groaned, feeling his nuts about to cut loose, threatening to pump thick jizz into the slick folds of her pussy.
"Ohhhhh," Diane groaned again, feeling the quick throbbing that was tearing into Joe's cock. She knew that he was about to shoot his cum. She wanted him to do it-to do it and get it over with. Yet at the same time Diane wanted the big man to take his time. This was the first time in months that she'd been fucked. As much as this man terrified and degraded her, she loved the feel of that hot dick pressing against the juice-slicked sides of her box.
Joe closed his eyes and fought back the desire to blow his load into her cunt. He leaned forward again, this time pressing his mouth against hers and digging down with his tongue. At first Diane shoved back, opening her mouth wide under his sudden attack and shoving her tongue against his. He pressed down even harder, crushing her lips, working back and forth as he sucked her spittle into him greedily.
Suddenly a feeling of deep revulsion crept over the woman. She opened her eyes and looked at the big man in front of her. He was fucking her, ramming that thick long rod into her snatch! How could she stand him doing something like that to her? Diane bit down as hard as she could.
"OWWWWWWW!" Joe howled, pulling his head back and reeling onto his heels. His cock yanked out of Diane's juicy box with a loud slurpy sound. "You goddamn bitch," he cried, reaching back and starting to slap her.
Diane closed her eyes and braced herself for another attack. But this time there wasn't any. She opened her eyes and saw Joe grinning at her. Blood trickled out from both corners of his mouth as Mike continued to hold her tightly by the waist.
"You gonna let her get away with that?" Mike asked.
"Shit, no! She's gonna find out she doesn't fool around with people like us and get away with it," Joe growled as he staggered to his feet and flipped his long dick back into his pants. "Get her up on her fuckin' feet and move her by the wall."
Diane felt herself being yanked roughly up and pulled across the floor. Splinters and nails dug into the soles of her feet as she cried out with pain.
Mike and Joe ignored her pleas as they threw her against the side wall. Diane screamed in pain and terror as Mike pulled her back, then crushed her into the wooden wall again. The rough, unsanded siding cut into her tender flesh. Somewhere behind her, she could hear Joe fumbling with the chains that littered the tiny shack.
"Okay, bitch. Kiss my foot," Joe grunted behind her.
Mike turned her around roughly and forced her down to her knees once more. Tiny pieces of splintered wood stuck out of her belly and titties as Mike moved his right hand up around her neck and forced her face-down to the floor. The blonde could smell gasoline and rancid, stale beer as Joe shoved his right boot under her mouth.
"Kiss it, bitch!" he commanded again, pressing the toe of his boot against her right cheek.
Diane groaned, turning her head away and spitting onto the floor.
"Okay. Let's see how much she can take before she begs to kiss it," Joe said, pulling his boot away and signaling Mike to pull her up.
"Oh!" Diane cried out a? Mike held her hands tightly behind her back. At the same time Joe bent down, wrapping a three-foot length of half-inch chain link around her ankles. The cold steel bit into her flesh as Joe wrapped the chain tightly around her legs.
"Okay, stretch those arms out," he said to Mike.
Diane stood helplessly as Mike shoved her back against the wall and moved quickly around to the front. He grabbed both her arms and moved them up and out, pressing them against the wall as Joe picked up two shorter lengths of chain and wrapped each one around both her wrists. He secured them tightly to her arms, slipping the free end of both lengths around two nails pounded into the walls. Joe stepped back and looked at his work. Diane hung on the wall like some grotesque picture of a crucifixion. Her long blonde hair hung down around her shoulders as her arms stretched painfully up and out. Her titties jutted into the air as rivulets of pussy juice dried on her quivering thighs. Diane breathed rapidly as she felt the knife-sharp splinters digging into her back and buttocks.
Joe laughed, then reached down and slowly pulled his thick, black polished leather belt from the hoops of his Levi's. Diane's eyes widened with terror as she realized what he was about to do.
"Oh, God in heaven, don't! I'm sorry. Oh, I'm so sorry for anything I've done," Diane moaned as she pulled wildly at the restraining chains. Her belly heaved and nostrils flared with horror as the big man finally drew the last inch of belt from his pants. Joe held the buckled end tightly with his big, dirty fingers as he snapped the length of the belt with a sharp crack against his Levi's.
"Told you she'd come around," Joe sneered, glancing over at Mike who by this time was standing to the big man's right and pulling his belt off.
"You think she can take two?" Mike asked as Diane's eyes shifted desperately from one man to the other. She whimpered helplessly as she pulled and pulled at the bonds.
"She can take anything, right baby?" Joe said, reaching back suddenly and dragging the whip-like belt back with him.
The blonde's eyes opened with terror as she saw that strap snake back behind the big man. Diane tensed every muscle in her body as she anticipated the first stinging blow.
3
Diane jerked forward, arching her back and bouncing off the wall as Joe's belt slicked into the flesh of her thigh. The hot stinging pain cut into her box, making her clit tremble strangely. Diane let out a stifled groan. Her eyes glazed over while her lower lip trembled uncontrollably. She stared blankly at the bare wooden wall in front of her, determined to give as little pleasure as possible to the men who were torturing her.
"She's strong," Joe commented, watching as her nostrils flared with her terror, hatred and pain. He reached back and brought the belt down again, this time a few inches higher. Diane's body jerked forward again, straining the chains and sending the clatter of metal against metal echoing through the room. He was edging the belt higher and higher toward her sensitive pussy. Diane screamed out this time, terrified that he'd send that belt slicing into her pussy any second.
Playfully, Joe dangled the strap over both titties, letting the pointed end of the belt barely touch the ends of her stiffened nipples. Diane shuddered visibly when she felt that cool leather lightly brush against her nipples. She looked down in horror, her eyes widening more and more with each passing second as she wondered what he had planned next for her.
Nothing happened, and Diane relaxed. Joe saw this and moved quickly, striking the leather strap hard across her sensitive nipples. The woman's face glowered, then screwed up with shock and agony as her mouth twisted around in an expression of extreme pain and shock.
"AIYEEEEE!" Diane cried, tossing her head from side to side as her long hair whipped across her shoulders and tits. Diane's fingers moved desperately, clawing at the rough wooden walls and the cold steel chains as she begged Joe to stop.
"It's a good start. She'll be beggin' for dick pretty soon," Joe commented icily. "You start in," he said to Mike.
Diane didn't have a chance. Mike slicked his belt across her belly, followed by Joe whipping his strap across her titties once more. Diane wailed and whimpered, jerking back and forth and from side to side as the cabin was filled with the sharp sounds of leather cutting into her skin. Hot tears welled up in Diane's eyes and rolled down her flushed cheeks as she prayed for unconsciousness.
Just when she felt she couldn't take any more, Joe stopped, leaning against the table top and breathing heavily.
"Okay, take her down," he said to Mike, throwing his belt down on the floor.
Diane couldn't say a word as Mike took the chain lengths off her wrists. She fell forward, slumping down almost unconscious to the floor. Diane felt Mike fumbling around with the chains binding her ankles together.
"Roll her over," Joe said, pushing his Levi's back down and pulling out his stiffened cock. "I'm gonna finish her off right here."
Diane moaned in pain as she felt the hard wood floor pressing against the welts on her body. She didn't care what they did to her now. Her violated flesh burned with pain as Joe crawled on top of her. His tight-skinned meat slid in on a thick film of cunt juice.
"She's been juicin' all the time we were whippin' her, the fuckin' cunt," Joe grunted as his fuck juice ran thickly out of his piss-slit. It greased down the thick head of his prick as he plunged into her rapidly. He threw his meat into her as the woman groaned under him. Diane turned her head away, opening her mouth and whimpering like a wounded animal as he pounded her into the floor.
At the same time Mike straddled her shoulders, pressing his ankles against her arms as he knelt down as far as he could without sitting on Joe's head.
"Move your fuckin' face. She's gonna give me a blow-job," Mike growled as he yanked his long, thick prick out of his pants and waved it like a flag in front of Diane's face. "Take it, chick. Take my cock."
Diane could smell his cock as Mike lowered his prick to her mouth.
"Suck hard on this mother, baby," Mike groaned as he hunched forward and rammed his dick down the blonde's throat. Diane gagged, feeling her stomach churning as she fought down the feeling to retch. She tightened her full lips around the sinking dong, knowing that the sooner she brought the two men off, the sooner this nightmare would end.
Suddenly Diane heard Mike groan loudly above her. She tasted his cum splashing over her tongue and sliding down her throat. At the same time Diane felt her cunt burning, filled with cum and pussy oil as Joe hunched crazily. Joe's dick pumped frantically between the woman's stretched cunt lips, crushing down her sputtering clit as the dickhead contracted and the first wad of white-hot jizz spattered into her pussy.
Joe grunted, his big body shuddering and quivering as more and more cum spilled into her upturned pussy. Diane would have cried out with delight as she felt her own orgasm ripple through her swampy snatch. But the cum oozing down her throat prevented that. It was just as well. Diane was glad that the men didn't know how much she'd enjoyed this fucking.
"Fuckin' A, man. Fuckin' A," Joe said, pulling his softened dick out of the woman's slippery crack and standing up over her. "She's a better fuck than I thought."
"Gives good head, too," Mike added as he slipped his dick back into his pants and wiped the sweat off his forehead.
"Please, just take me home," Diane pleaded as she rolled on her side and looked away from the two grinning men. The pleasure of her orgasm faded with the last delicious ripple. She started to think of the pain and humiliation Joe and Mike had submitted her to before they topped it off with this fucking.
"Hey, maybe she'd like to come home with us. We could have a lot of fun with her there," Mike said, chuckling as he bent down and ran his fingers roughly through her matted hair.
"I won't. I won't!" the blonde said determinedly and clenched her fists angrily.
"You ain't got much of a choice now, do you?" Joe said, sneering at her. "Shit, I'm tired. Let's drive the bitch home and get to bed. We'll get to her when we want her," the big man said, stretching his arms over his head and letting out a contented yawn.
Mike shrugged his shoulders, then bent down further and slid his powerful hands under Diane's shoulders. The blonde struggled as hard as she could to get to her feet. But she felt all the strength in her body weakening as she stood up. The whipping had exhausted her. Cum oozed out of her mouth and her snatch as Joe and Mike helped her out of the cabin.
The night air felt good against Diane's bruised, aching naked body. Both men dragged the fainting woman across the field to their car, pushing her roughly into the back seat.
"Where do you live, bitch?" Joe asked gruffly as he slid in next to her and slammed the door shut.
Diane weakly gave the address, then fell back unconscious in the seat as the big car roared on and lurched across the field. She didn't know exactly what happened next. They sped forward and down a myriad of side streets before they finally came to a stop in front of her tiny beach house. The door opened and Joe pushed her out, not even helping her to the porch.
"See you around, cunt," he said, laughing loudly as the car roared away into the night.
Diane listened to the quiet rushing of the surf near her. In the distance she heard a dog barking. Everything seemed so peaceful that evening. She couldn't believe that she'd gone through what she'd experienced. It was all so unreal. But the painful welts on her body told another story.
Slowly, the blonde crawled to her feet and staggered toward the front lawn. She pushed herself up, finally stumbling across the tiny patch of green grass toward her front door. Behind her, Diane heard the sound of screeching tires. Her heart pounded wildly as she thought it was Joe and Mike or a street gang after her.
"God, God, help me," Diane prayed, sinking to her knees and sobbing uncontrollably as she protectively clutched her tits with both hands. She cowered closer to the ground as footsteps approached her.
"Hey, better call an ambulance," she heard a man call out. Diane looked up and saw a young policeman towering over her.
"Thank God! Thank God," Diane murmured as she fell forward and lost consciousness.
* * *
The next few weeks were a nightmare in their own right for Diane. She decided to tell the police everything that happened to her. At first the authorities didn't believe her. The story sounded too incredible to be true. But with Janet telling what she knew combined with a closer inspection of the facts, the police decided to buy Diane's story. Soon, both Joe and Mike were in custody and out on twenty-thousand dollars bail. Both Janet and Diane walked around in constant fear of the two men as the day for the trial grew closer. The two women heard that the construction workers had lost their jobs and were out to get them. But the police provided Janet and Diane with protection while all Joe and Mike could do was mutter meaningless threats.
The trial was a joke. While the judge and jury sat placidly, Diane heard the defense attorney paint the two construction workers in colors a saint would have been proud of. Diane heard herself described as something little better than a highly paid whore. The defense had managed to dig up her past, painting lurid pictures of the nightly orgies she and her husband used to throw. Even her friend Janet couldn't deny that piece of truth when the defense put her on the stand.
When it was her turn to testify, Diane saw that her story didn't even dent the minds of the judge and jury. They'd already decided that she was no better than a common slut who deserved everything she got. They laughed at her welts and bruises, probably thinking that she'd gotten them at one of her wilder parties.
The blonde sat down from the witness stand, feeling as if she'd been raped again-and this time publically. It didn't take long for her to learn the verdict. Innocent. She was grateful they didn't decide to jail her and Janet for pressing charges against Joe and Mike.
The district attorney sighed, shaking his head in disappointment as he closed his briefcase.
"I'm sorry, girls. It's usually pretty hard to prove a rape case. In your case, well ... " the man said, shaking his head again and standing up. He started sliding over toward the aisle when Diane reached over and grabbed him.
"Can you give us protection?" she whispered as she glanced nervously at Joe and Mike. They were still sitting at the defense table with their attorney, hands folded and eyes straight ahead. But the blonde knew that she was very much on their minds.
"I'm sorry again, girls. But the city's strapped for money. We're having trouble giving protection to people who are on active cases," the attorney said, glancing at the two former construction workers who were now turned around and staring icily at the women. "But if you've got any trouble, call my office."
"Sure. If we can still dial," Diane said, getting up quickly and taking her friend by the hand. "Come on, Janet. Let's get out of here before they shoot us and try to convince the jury that we started it."
The two women walked quickly out of the courthouse, looking nervously behind them as they headed toward the courthouse underground parking lot.
"I don't want to be sleeping alone tonight," Janet confessed as they walked to Diane's car and slid in.
"Neither do I. I think it'd be a good idea to room together for a while until this thing blows over," Diane said, starting up the car and pulling up to the exit window. As she handed the attendant the ticket with a dollar bill, Diane looked up and saw Joe and Mike standing by the drive. Their hands were folded across their chests and they were looking hard at the two cringing women.
Diane snapped out of her trance of terror when another car honked impatiently behind her.
"You've paid, ma'am," the attendant said, looking curiously in her.
"Oh, yes. I'm sorry," Diane apologized, shifting the Monte Carlo roughly into first and screeching out of the garage. She looked nervously into the rear view mirror. Both men were still standing by the garage entrance, staring at the speeding car.
"Maybe we should get away for a while. You know, take a vacation," Janet suggested as she peered over the top of the front seat at the two men.
"Can we afford it?" Diane asked, thankful that Janet suggested it.
"Can we afford not to?" Janet said, turning back around and shaking her head. "Those clowns have it in for us, babe. We'd better get the hell out of town for a while."
"But where?" Diane asked as she turned onto the freeway.
"Chad has a cabin up in the mountains-you know, my ex?" Janet said. "Thank God I was smart enough to sue for that thing in our divorce. We can go up there for a while. What do you say?" Janet asked.
Diane thought about it for a few minutes, then nodded her head quickly.
"We've got to get away from them no matter what, Janet. They'll do anything to us now," Diane said nervously, still checking her rear view mirror.
From that point on the two women never left each other's side. They went to Janet's house first, packing the brunette's clothes quickly before speeding to Diane's beach house.
"I'll freshen up while you pack," Janet said as the two women walked into the darkened house.
Diane walked into her bedroom, flicking on the overhead light then rummaging through her dresser drawers for essential clothing while Janet disappeared into the bathroom.
As she was closing the first suitcase, the phone rang. Walking quickly into the living room, Diane picked up the receiver and sat down on the couch.
"Hello, baby, know who this is?"
Diane's blood froze in her veins. It was Joe's voice panting on the other end of the line.
"Why are you calling me? Haven't you done enough to me?" she wailed.
"Enough? Hey, babe, you ain't even seen what we're gonna do to you and that scrawny little bitch friend of yours," the man's voice growled with hatred.
"Leave us alone or-"
"Or you'll what? Call the cops?" Joe laughed menacingly into the phone. Diane shivered as he spat out a string of obscenities at her. Finally the blonde couldn't take any more and slammed the receiver down.
"Who was that?" Janet asked, walking into the living room calmly.
Diane sat stunned on the edge of the couch, looking blankly at the wall in front of her for several seconds.
"Oh God, they've called haven't they?" Janet said in a strained whisper.
"Let's get out of here," Diane suddenly cried out, leaping off the couch and running into the bedroom. She yanked her suitcase off the bed and ran back into the living room. "Let's move," Diane said impatiently as Janet turned off the lights and ran out onto the porch. The sun was beginning to set over the ocean as the two women climbed into Diane's car and sped away.
"What did they say?" Janet finally asked later as the car started to climb up into the mountains.
"I don't even want to think about it," Diane said, not taking her eyes off the road as they headed deeper and deeper into the mountains. "It's just that I think we'd better get ourselves some guns. I don't want to be up here alone with those two maniacs running around California looking for our heads."
The two women sat silently for the rest of the trip up to the cabin. Diane thought of Joe and that cold, murderous look in his icy eyes he flashed her briefly when she was on the witness stand. He'd do anything to get back at her. He'd lost his job and couldn't get it back in spite of the innocent verdict. He'd stop at nothing for revenge.
"There it is," Janet said excitedly, pointing at a narrow dirt road that led off the main highway.
"You're right. It's secluded," Diane said, feeling a sense of relief wash over her as she turned onto the dirt road and drove slowly up to the cabin.
"God couldn't even find us," Janet said, settling back more comfortably in the seat as the car wound up the road toward the top of the mountain. Diane peered ahead in the darkening night, carefully steering the car over the difficult turns until she found herself in a tiny clearing. The cabin was off to the right, nestled in a thick grove of tall pines.
"You can park right in back," Janet said, looking out at the tiny building.
"Where does the road lead to?" Diane asked as she pulled into the small parking space.
"Some other cabins up there. But I don't think anybody's up there now. It's the middle of the week. A weekend crowd usually heads up there," Janet said, opening the door as Diane turned off the engine.
While her friend walked ahead to the front door to open the cabin up, Diane leaned forward and rested her forehead on the top of the steering wheel. Maybe now she'd be able to get some rest.
"Come on, Diane. It's safe," Janet called out from the front porch.
Diane sighed, then opened the door. She and Janet were safe now. But how long would it be before the two men found them even in this secluded hideout?
4
"What lovely animals," Janet said, peering out the front window of the cabin.
"Hm?" Diane asked, putting down the paper and looking up at her friend. She was curled up on the large couch in the middle of the living room.
"Over here. Those two dogs," Janet said, turning around and motioning for her friend to get up and take a look.
Diane welcomed any diversion. This was the second week the two women were hiding up in the cabin. Janet had returned to the city to reopen the shop for a few days and finish the inventory. During that time she hired three women to work the shop while she and Diane stayed in hiding.
For Diane, the hiding was unbearable. She was used to plenty of work and social activity. Up here in the mountains, all the life she saw was incredibly natural and incredibly dull.
"Oh well," the blonde sighed, stretching her legs out and getting up from the couch. She walked over to the large front window and peered out into the clear, bright sunlit day.
"Ugh!" Diane said, wrinkling up her nose as she watched the two dogs Janet had mentioned scampering around in their front yard.
"What's wrong?" Janet asked, turning around and looking questioningly at her friend.
"Dobermans. I can't stand them. They turn on their own masters, you know that?" Diane said, watching the two big, black male dogs bounding with incredible energy only a few feet in front of them.
"I wonder who they belong to?" Janet said as Diane turned away and went back to the couch. "It's off-season up here."
"I know. You can't even lure a delivery boy up here," Diane said ironically as she tucked her legs under her rounded buttocks and picked up the paper again.
"You know we can't go back to the city again," Janet sighed as she pushed herself away and strolled across the living room with her hands clasped behind her head. She kicked her right toe lightly against the couch and let out a long, bored breath. "When I was back in the city I got three calls from those creeps. If it wasn't for those other women in the shop, I don't know what would've happened." Janet said to Diane.
"Don't remind me," the blonde said, putting down the paper and looking up at her friend. "I'm sorry I dragged you into this, Janet."
"Who knew it was going to end up this way?" Janet said, shrugging her shoulders. "I just wished we had something else to do up here than jump at every sound outside and read the paper."
"Well, I think I'm going to take a walk," Diane said, looking at the paper, then throwing it across the room. "I'm tired of sitting around waiting for someone to come busting into the living room. We've got plenty of protection," Diane said, sitting up and reaching over to the left end table. She opened the drawer and pulled out a .38 pistol.
"That makes three of them," Janet said, smiling wearily at her friend.
"One here, one in the bedroom..."
"And one in the kitchen of all places," Janet added as Diane put the gun back in the drawer and slid it shut.
"I don't think I'll need one now," the blonde said as she slid off the couch and walked toward the front door.
"Are you sure?" Janet asked seriously. "I don't trust those two guys. They sounded like they meant business over the phone. When I was back in town, I even called the district attorney and told him what was happening. He was concerned enough to put out the word to get them picked up. The last I heard, the police couldn't find them. Those creeps could be anywhere."
"If they were up here, I'm sure we'd have heard from them already," Diane said, opening the door and stepping out into the cool mountain air. She stood on the porch, shading her eyes and looking at the clear blue sky above her. The trees and grass in front of her were a dark, lush green while the sun turned the wild flowers around her into brightly-lit color wheels. Diane sucked in a deep breath, pulling her arms back and jamming her hands into the rear pockets of her Levi's. She unbuttoned the top two buttons of her tight-fitting red and white checked flannel shirt several minutes later as she walked down the steps to the tiny clearing in front of the cabin.
"A little daring for the simple mountain folk, isn't it?" Janet joked as she stood in the doorway and folded her hands in front of her.
"It might start up a little excitement. God knows, we can use it," Diane said, turning around and flashing a broad smile at her friend as she started up the narrow dirt road that led to the top of the mountain.
Janet waved good-by as she backed into the cabin and shut the door.
Diane turned up the road and broke into a slow run. She loved the sensation of the wind blowing through her free-flowing blonde hair as she climbed higher and higher up the mountain. All thoughts of Joe and Mike and any threat they posed to her and Janet faded quickly in the bright mountain sunlight.
Diane didn't know how long she'd been running when she stopped and looked around. The blonde could see for what seemed like hundreds of miles. In the distance she could make out the smog of Los Angeles drifting lazily out to sea. To the east and west were other mountain ranges, seemingly stretching to infinity. She was about to go on with her run when she heard the sound of bushes rustling behind her. Turning, Diane saw a human face peering at her through the leaves.
"Oh," she cried out, stepping back as she looked at the man. "You startled me. I'm sorry that I screamed but..." Diane started to apologize. Then she looked closer and realized that the face was familiar. A cold chill suddenly shot up her spine and made her skin pucker with goose flesh as she realized who the man was.
"Hello, Diane," Joe said, standing up and pushing the thick bushes to one side. He started walking toward her.
"Get away from me!" the blonde cried, stepping back and turning her head around wildly to look for a quick escape path.
"You should've known that you couldn't get away from us for too long. It took a while for us to track you down," Joe said calmly, standing by the bushes and grinning evilly. "There's no place for you to run anymore, Diane," Joe said evenly as he walked steadily toward her.
"Oh God," Diane whimpered, stumbling as she wheeled around and started running down the path. Her heart seemed to pound in her throat as she sobbed and ran as fast as she could. Periodically, the blonde turned around to see if Joe was chasing her. She couldn't see him coming down the path toward her.
Just as she turned around a large pine, Diane found herself face to face with the two Dobermans she and Janet had been admiring earlier. But this time they weren't scampering around friendily. They blocked the path with their powerful bodies. Their strong jaws were opened and their black gums peeled back revealing a long row of jagged, crisscrossed teeth.
"Oh God," she whimpered again, running her hand through her hair as she stepped back and looked around for another escape path.
There was none. She was trapped. Joe was behind her, taking his time coming down the path while the growling dogs blocked her way in front. Panic seized the woman as she heard the steady footsteps of the big former construction worker thudding down the footpath toward her.
"Good. You've found my pets. I sent them down to your cabin, by the way, early this morning," Joe said as he turned and walked up behind the blonde. "Down, down," he said in a gruff voice. The two dogs immediately stopped growling, closing their jaws and settling down in the dirt. But even though they weren't threatening Diane, they kept their large brown eyes glued on her.
"What do you want with me?" Diane asked, swallowing hard as she tried to bide for time.
"To talk, babe. You caused me and Mike some real problems a couple of weeks ago. We just wanna talk about it, that's all," Joe said, reaching out and wrapping his powerful fingers around Diane's wrist. She felt his hand clamp down on her skin, digging down hard and making her gasp out in pain and surprise. As she cried out, the two dogs jumped up and started barking loudly at her. She moaned in terror and agony as Joe laughed behind her.
"All right. I'll go with you. Just call them off!"
"Heel," the big man ordered as he pulled Diane roughly up the path behind him. Diane followed meekly, trying to keep pace with the big man as the two Dobermans followed her closely. They walked past the spot where she'd spotted Joe and continued up the path, passing several empty cabins.
"How did you find us?" Diane finally asked as they hiked further and further up the snaking path.
"It wasn't easy," Joe admitted in a thick voice as he kept on moving swiftly. "It was a piece of luck when your friend came back to the shop. We had some buddies who still work," Joe said, stopping there and flashing back a look of hatred at the blonde, "and who've been watchin' the shop. When that bitch friend of yours came back, we followed her around. We figured that you'd either show up, or she'd lead us to you. She was pretty fuckin' careful about comin' back up here. But you can see she wasn't all that smart," Joe said, chuckling deep in his throat as he squeezed her wrist harder with his fingers.
"Ohhhhh," Diane groaned. She knew that she shouldn't have sent Janet back to the shop. But both of them thought that she'd be relatively safe. Besides, the business would have folded if they didn't do something. "But-"
"Shut up," Joe snapped. The dogs picked up the tone in Joe's voice and snapped at Diane's heels. The blonde skipped forward and cried out in fear as she tried to avoid the big dogs' jaws.
"Tell them to stop it," the blonde wailed.
"Just shut up and they won't bother you-yet," Joe said, turning around and giving her another cold smile of hatred that made her skin crawl with revulsion. What was he planning for her? And he mentioned the dogs-what was he going to do with them? The climb was making Diane breathless. But she wished that it would last forever. Anything would be better than facing Joe and Mike alone in these remote woods.
After several more minutes of climbing, Diane spotted an old cabin set back in the woods near the summit of the mountain.
"We're home," the big man said as he turned and dragged the stumbling Diane behind him. The two Dobermans trotted ahead of the couple, barking happily as Mike stepped out of the front door and clapped his hands in front of him.
"Hi, Bo. Hi, Ranger," the blonde man said, rubbing their neads lovingly with both hands as he looked up and saw Joe pulling Diane roughly behind him.
"Look what I found," Joe said as he walked up to his buddy.
"Where's the other bitch?" Mike asked coldly as he glared at Diane.
"We can get her anytime," Joe said as he pulled Diane up the steps to the porch. She passed Mike and the dogs, shrinking back as Bo tried to bite her right ankle.
"They haven't been fed yet," Joe commented, moving behind Diane and pushing her into the cabin. The blonde staggered in and looked around. There was hardly any furniture in the one room that composed the tiny house. Two cots, a table, two chairs and a portable stove were all that filled the room. There was a bathroom off to one side and what appeared to be a closet on the opposite side of the cabin. Diane heard the door slam behind her. She turned around and was met by a sharp blow on the right cheek.
"Ugh!" Diane cried out, reeling back from the blow. She started to cover her face when another sharp slap crossed her other cheek. This one sent Diane stumbling over one of the two chairs. She reached back, flailing desperately for something to grab hold of. The blonde cried out as she landed on her ass. Looking up, Diane found herself staring at the heel of Joe's right boot.
"Don't," Diane managed to cry out. Then there was the feeling of something hard, cold and painful slamming against her forehead. The room spun around crazily as she rolled across the large room from the force of that blow. There was a sharp kick to her right side; then another and another until Diane thought she was going to be beaten to death.
"Hey, take it easy," the blonde heard Mike warn Joe. She sobbed, covering her face with her hands as blood oozed out of her mouth and trickled down her cheeks and throat. Diane wasn't sure if Joe had broken any ribs or not. Her chest ached horribly as she curled into a ball, her knees pressing against her titties as Diane tried to protect herself from the two men. She tried to drive the thought out of her mind that Joe intended on crippling or maiming her. Diane thought that death would be better than that. She couldn't imagine living helplessly for years to come.
"She's gonna pay," Joe hissed as he shrugged off his friend and moved quickly in front of her. Diane groaned as she watched the big man unzip his pants and pull out his cock. "Dumb bitch. You thought you'd be able to put us in the slammer?" Joe growled, reaching down and taking Diane by the front of the shirt. He ripped it open, sending a shower of buttons into the air as her big titties flopped out and jiggled on her heaving chest. Diane knew better than to fight him; She had to let him do whatever he wanted to right now. Maybe later....
"I'll get that," Mike said, bending down and unzipping her Levi's. Diane groaned again as Mike roughly pulled her trousers down over her sore thighs. He rolled them down to her knees and stepped back while Joe walked between Diane's ankles and pointed his flaccid dick at her belly.
"I'll show you what I think of dumb bitches," Joe rasped.
Before Diane could say anything, she felt something hot and wet strike her chin and belly. He was pissing on her!
"Oh God, nooooo," Diane moaned, sucking in her breath as the hot, yellowish stream cascaded over her tits and belly. The piss spilled onto her thighs, leaking into her cuntal hair and pussy crack. Diane shivered with revulsion as the stench of urine filled her nostrils. Her hips wiggled instinctively as she tried to shake free the still-flowing piss.
"That's what I do to smart broads," Joe said, laughing now as the yellow stream shooting out from his big cockhead still sprayed out violently.
Diane shut her eyes, biting her lips to keep from crying out with disgust and rage. She didn't want to give them the pleasure of knowing that they were making her want to vomit with disgust. The thin, hot spray now stung her nipples, dribbling back down to her belly as Joe squeezed the tip of his long, thick cockshaft and finished pissing on the groaning blonde.
"Whew, that felt good," Joe said, looking down at Diane as he flipped his big dick back into his Levi's.
"What the shit you think something like that's good for?" Mike asked, wrinkling up his nose as he pretended to be offended by the smell reeking from Diane's body.
"The dogs, right?" Joe said, winking at his friend as Mike walked to the door. Diane looked at the two men, then finally realized what they were doing.
"No! NO!" she cried out, looking wildly at the men as they grinned back at her.
"Probably the best fuck you're ever gonna get," Joe said as he opened the door and called the Dobermans.
"Ohh," Diane cried out, shuddering as she watched the two big, black animals scamper into the room barking and looking around. They spotted Diane quickly and stood still, closing their mouths and sniffing the air with their pointed snouts.
"Piss turns 'em on," Joe said, standing back and grinning as he watched the dogs start to circle the cringing girl. Diane watched the two animals warily, her eyes glued on them as they walked around and around, stalking her like a piece of raw meat. She reached down with her right hand, about to pull the Levi's back up to cover her bare snatch when she heard one of the dogs growl at the movement.
"You'll lose a hand fast that way," the big man commented, obviously enjoying the woman's complete helplessness in front of him.
Diane sucked in a sharp breath when the larger dog named Bo suddenly headed right for her. The blonde sat still, petrified with terror as he pushed his snout up against her cheek and started licking her face. His tongue slopped all over her cheeks, his coarse tongue caressing her chin and mouth. Diane turned her head, feeling her stomach turn when his mouth came into contact with hers. Joe finally pulled the dog back.
"Old Bo seems to have a likin' for you, Diane," Joe sneered as he pulled the dog back. "I think you turn him on."
Diane looked at the big dog, straining at the collar as he tried to get back to her. Bo was heavy-boned with a thick long cock that would have made any male proud to have it dangling between his legs. Its red, pointed tip slid further and further out of the black hairy sheath as Bo whimpered and growled in frustration. His hair was short and sleek, shining in the indirect daylight. His eyes sparkled with sexual frenzy as he panted and sprayed spittle into the air. Diane shivered with horror as the big animal started to perspire. The dog sensed her helplessness and became slowly enraged with lust. His dick expanded until it hung down toward the floor, heavy with blood as he growled and pawed the floor desperately with his big forefeet.
"He wants you a lot, Diane. And he's gonna have your snatch," Joe said, releasing the frenzied animal. Diane shrieked out, covering her face and trying to roll over on her belly protectively as she felt the growling Doberman land squarely on her bare thighs.
5
"Oh God, get him off me! Please!" Diane begged, covering her face as the big Doberman pushed his pointed snout against the back of her neck. The blonde felt a mixture of terror, rage and revulsion as the dog's forepaws dug into her naked back. She shuddered with horror when she felt that thick, hot wet tongue slosh across her neck, sliding down occasionally to the flesh between her jutting shoulder blades. Diane could feel Bo's sharp toenails digging into her sensitive skin as he tried to steady himself on the wriggling blonde.
"Feel that cock, baby? Feel that hot, wet thing on your ass?" Joe taunted.
Diane groaned, crawling on her elbows as she tried to get away from the licking animal. Ranger, meanwhile, sat on his haunches, panting with lust as he watched Bo prime the blonde for a fucking.
"Oh please, please," she murmured again, sobbing uncontrollably as she felt that hot, wet tongue slop lower and lower. He moved his paws down to her ass now, licking the flesh in the middle of her back while he rubbed his long, slick cock on her rounded ass-cheeks. Diane moaned with fear, feeling that animal prick sliding closer and closer toward her tight asscrack.
Reaching back, Diane tried to push the big dog off her back. But Bo thought she was just trying to be friendly and licked the hand, whining deep in his throat as he moved up higher once more and jabbed his pointed prick-tip against the bottom of her asscrack. Diane shuddered, crying out in fear as she felt that slippery cockhead edging closer and closer toward her tight bunghole.
"Look at him go," Joe said, laughing as Bo started making short, fucking movements. Diane shrieked with horror as she felt that hard dick slapping against the bottom of her ass-cheeks. He wasn't fucking her yet. But just the idea of a Doberman getting off on her butt-cheeks made Diane scream and sob.
"Let's get her outside," Joe said, watching as foamy spittle bubbled out of the animal's jaws. "I want this one to take her time before she gets it on with Bo," he added in a thick voice, bending down and wrapping his fingers around the top of the Doberman's collar.
The big black dog growled, twisting his head around and snapping at Joe as the big man pulled him off Diane. He was close to shooting his doggie jizz, and resisted Joe's efforts.
"Thank you, thank you," Diane murmured gratefully as she felt those sharp toenails scrape off her back. The blonde lay sprawled on the wooden floor, her Levi's still twisted and wrapped around her knees as Joe whacked the growling animal hard across the head.
"You'll fuck when you're told," the man said angrily as Bo lowered his head in obedience and sank to his belly. The two dogs rested their powerful heads on their forepaws, shaking with excitement and frustration as they riveted their sparkling eyes on Diane's naked body.
"Let's take her out back by the trees," Mike said, quickly sliding his hands under Diane's shoulders. The blonde groaned as she felt herself being lifted roughly from the floor and being dragged toward the door.
"I'll get the rope," Joe called out as Mike pulled her out to the porch and down the steps.
Diane gave up struggling. It was useless. Those two would find her no matter where she hid. Even if she could escape from the big blonde now, he'd send those dogs after her. Diane knew she couldn't make it to the cabin in time to get away from those razor-sharp teeth. Whatever those men wanted to do with her they would.
Mike dragged her around the corner of the cabin to the rear. There was another tiny clearing behind the mountain house. Two tall pine trees stood about thirty feet behind the cabin and about six feet apart. Mike pulled her to the trees, letting go and letting her drop to the dirt.
"Okay, let's stretch her out and tie her down," Joe said.
Diane turned her head around and saw the big man coming around the comer of the cabin. He had the two Dobermans with him, and he was carrying several pieces of long, half-inch manila rope.
Diane wanted to protest. But she knew it was useless. She looked on helplessly as Mike and Joe rolled her over on her back and peeled off the Levi's from her legs. Throwing them toward the cabin, Joe moved behind Diane and grabbed her wrists, pulling her over the rough ground until her hands were between the two pines. The two big, black Dobermans sat five feet away, their pink tongues hanging out of the sides of their mouths as they watched what was happening curiously. Joe worked on the right wrist and Mike worked on the left, tying the rope tightly around the woman's hands. Diane bit her lower lip as she felt the rough rope cutting into her tender flesh.
"Make sure the fuckin' thing's tight," Joe cautioned his friend while tying the other end of his line around the slender trunk. Mike did the same with his line, pulling it tightly. When both men were finished, Diane found herself spread-eagled on the ground, stretched out like a biological specimen ready for dissection.
"Now for the ankles," Joe said, reaching down and tossing another piece of half-inch line to his buddy. Mike grinned at his friend, then moved down to Diane's right ankle and tied one end of the rope tightly around her leg. The blonde groaned in horror when Mike stood up and pulled her right leg high in the air. He kept pulling it up and back until Diane felt her toes touching the bark of one pine. Joe followed the same procedure with Diane's other leg.
"She won't be any problem now," Joe said, stepping back and looking at their handiwork. Diane's legs were stretched up and out in the widest of spread-eagle positions, while her arms were nearly pulled out of her shoulder sockets. Diane turned her head first to the left, then to the right, desperately trying to size up the situation and see what the two men had in store for her.
"Let Bo have his fun now," Joe said, grinning as he sank down to his knees and watched the woman intently.
"Okay, Bo. She's all yours," Mike said, clapping his hands together.
The Doberman didn't wait for a second command. Lurching forward, Bo immediately pushed his long, cold pointed snout against the tender cuntal membranes of Diane's shuddering box.
"Unnnnnn," she cried, throwing back her head and rolling it helplessly from side to side as she started to feel that long, sandy hot wet tongue sloshing around her snatch. He was licking her pussy-hairs until they were matted down with hot spittle. His tongue occasionally slid in between her puffy labia, sanding across her clit and making Diane groan out in horror. Her eyelids fluttered and her fingers clawed at the loose soil as she wriggled helplessly in her bonds. Dirt worked into her shitter as she tried to scoot her butt-cheeks away from the slurping animal.
Diane opened her mouth to cry out. But nothing came out. It was as if her vocal chords were paralyzed. Every muscle in her body tensed and pulled as Bo shoved his snout further and further forward.
"Oh God, stop him!" Diane finally wailed as she felt his nose push past her outer cunt lips and start to sink into her fuck tunnel. She could feel his hard snout slicing into her pussy. Diane was afraid that he was going to chew her apart.
As the teeth dug in further, Diane shrieked, babbling out something incoherent as she wriggled her thighs frantically.
"Gettin' too much for you, babe?" Joe asked, looking at her with an amused grin.
Diane jerked her head up, finding herself face to face with the Doberman. His eyes rolled frenziedly in his head while saliva dripped in long, stringy rivers from both corners of his mouth. She saw his powerful belly heaving with lust as his long, slick, knobby dick jerked wildly in the air. Her cunt-hairs were plastered down and pointed upward from the intense licking. Diane knew that the fucking she dreaded was only seconds away.
"Come on, Bo, and fuck her," Mike urged as he squatted down next to Joe.
Diane dropped her head and rolled it from side to side. Strands of dirtied, matted blonde hair clung to her flushed cheeks as she sobbed uncontrollably. How could they be doing something like this to her? It was revolting, degrading, contrary to anything decent in nature. Her big titties heaved up and down on her chest as Diane bit her lower lip and waited for the initial penetration.
Mike barked the command again. The big Doberman froze for a second, snarling as he tilted his head down and looked closely at the spit-sucked snatch in front of him. He drooled even more, snapping his jaws with lust. Diane jerked up her head again and wailed in horror as she felt the animal's hot breath blowing against her wet pussy. Joe and Mike laughed as Diane's screams turned into frantic, incoherent shrieks. Her body thrashed and writhed. Her big titties bounced and jiggled on her sweaty chest as Bo jumped forward and put his big forepaws on Diane's flat belly. The blonde shrieked again, thrashing like a crazy woman as she felt his big toenails digging into her flesh. She bucked her thighs up desperately, trying to shake the growling animal off her. Bo mistook her horror for passion and growled deep in his throat. Diane's eyes opened wide as she looked down and saw that blood-heavy dong between the Doberman's powerful legs sway lazily back and forth. The big dog dropped his head again, this time slathering down her titties with his big tongue.
Diane cried out wildly, feeling that hot, rough wet thing sand across her nipples. His spittle made wet streaks across her jugs and chest, drying and increasing the strange feeling that was beginning to spread over her body. Along with the sense of horror and revulsion she already felt, Diane was plagued by a new sensation of pleasure that rippled through her rising clit. It wasn't the same kind of lust she felt when fucking a man. This had a sharp, nasty edge that thrilled her as it revolted her. As the big dog backed away and lapped at her belly and her furry mound, Diane stopped her frantic shrieking and resigned herself to her fate.
"Fuck her, damn it," Mike growled.
The dog turned his head around and growled back in answer, turning back and resuming his tit-licking. Diane grunted as she felt her hot skin being literally bathed in dog spittle. He seemed to love the taste of stale human piss, taking care of that vile coating Joe had squirted on her minutes before and replacing it with a thick, oily layer of doggie spit. Bo growled with excitement, dragging his sharp toenails across her belly and thighs and leaving long, red marks where they slid. He was back to her cunt in a few seconds, lapping crazily. Diane knew why he was getting so excited. In spite of these men watching her, in spite of her deplorable situation, she wa? heating up like a cow in rut. His tongue sloshed in and out of her fuck-slit, lapping at the glistening, tender surfaces that his snout had peeled open.
"OH!" Diane cried as the dog gouged his claws against her thighs and stuck his long snout further up and down the flooded slick cuntal folds. She could see that her hot juice was wetting the fur around Bo's mouth. His black nostrils glistened with it. His pink tongue lolled sloppily over her cunt, parting the hot slit while it bathed her clit again and again with thick layers of saliva.
"He knows more about foreplay than we do," Joe commented wryly as he watched the big animal lick the woman in fascination. Diane looked up at the sky and let out a cry of mixed delight and revulsion. She felt strangely peaceful in this position suddenly. While the big Doberman was licking her up to a climax, Diane felt luxuriated in the lewd sensation.
Soon Bo tired of licking. His thick cock jerked up regularly now, banging against the soft underbelly. Clear drops of pre-cum oozed out of his piss-slit as his whimpers turned into growls. Bo let out a high-pitched whine, then climbed back up on the blonde. This sudden move terrified Diane once more. That delicious, strangely new pleasurable sensation was gone suddenly. All she thought of now as that big dog crawling on top of her and digging his paws into her belly while his knobby dick throbbed inches away from her snatch.
"Oh, OHHHHHHHH!" Diane groaned when she felt that hot pointed cockhead stab against her outer labia. This was it. She was actually going to be fucked by a dog! The realization of the horrifying truth finally crossed her mind as Bo's hard, hot dong unstuck her lips and started sinking into her crack.
Diane's belly jerked and tightened as she was racked with a series of dry heaves. Her eyes rolled up into her head as her lower jaw slackened. Her breathing became rapid and shallow as she felt that pointed, slick, disgusting thing slice into her pussy.
"NNNNGH!" Diane groaned as she felt the dribbling warm streams of cum ooze out of Bo's embedded dick and wash against the sides of her pussy walls. Only the first inch was buried inside her muff. But Diane was already screaming as if the dog had been fucking her for hours. She felt the slippery bumps and knobs on his cock slip past her outer labia and get buried in her pussy as the Doberman grunted and growled with passion.
Finally he hunched up his black hindquarters and drew out his long dick, only to slam it forward again harder. Diane grunted as she felt the big knob just in front of the dog's thick root bang against her pussy. He was trying to work that stiff thing into her as he started fucking her with quick, short thrusts.
"No, Oh God, please! Please help me God. Oh God!" Diane wailed as her body bucked and heaved under the animal's merciless attack. Her big titties rolled, bounced and jerked together as saliva rolled out of the Doberman's opened mouth and splashed down onto her panting belly and chest. Bo's hunching became faster and harder. He drove that big knot against her snatch until the air was filled with a loud squishing sound. Diane's body stiffened and trembled. Then she sucked in a deep breath and let out an ear-piercing shriek. Bo had finally pushed in that big knot, stretching her cunt to the utmost. Diane felt the tip of his dick banging against the bottom mouth of her pussy. She groaned and sobbed, digging her head into the soil as Bo's big, hairy balls slapped against her upturned buttocks. She felt her stomach turning over faster and faster while her head spun around crazily. She was going to vomit. She was going to die. She was going to...
"Hey, I think he's coming."
Those words snapped Diane to her senses. She tensed up again and tried to edge away from the dog. She couldn't have her pussy violated in this shameful way. To have it filled with dog cum! How could she ever live with herself or look at another person? Diane cried, shrieked and begged as she felt Bo's cock swell up suddenly in her pussy.
"NOOOOOOOO!" she cried wildly.
But the woman was helpless to do anything to prevent the final violation. In a second the animal's balls pumped out their load of hot jizz and dumped the doggie cum into her pussy.
Diane felt something hot and wet suddenly flood into her pussy. She broke out into a series of hoarse, choked cries. More and more cum shot out of Bo's cunt-embedded cock as the dog howled with sexual delight. His powerful ass shook as he drove his haunches down harder and harder.
"That's it. Bo. Shove it to her," Mike said as the powerful animal drove his cock down for the last time. Diane whimpered, turning her head away and shaking the tears out of her eyes as Bo pulled back and yanked his dick out of the blonde's snatch. He trotted over to Ranger and sat down, curling up and licking the tip of his softening cock as Mike and Joe laughed uncontrollably.
Diane lay quietly on the ground, thinking over what had just happened to her. She could feel rivulets of cooling dog cum trickling out of her violated pussy and oozing through her soaked pubic hairs. Her belly ached from the pounding it received from the Doberman's big paws while her arms hurt from the taut rope
Finally Joe got up and walked over to Diane.
"Enjoy yourself, babe? Have a good time? Was it better than anything I gave you before?" Joe taunted as he towered above her.
"What are you going to do now?" Diane asked, almost afraid to hear the answer. They'd gotten their revenge a few minutes ago. Now they had to dispose of her. She was sure that she'd be a front page article in a few days-a body mutilated beyond recognition and found by some hikers in the mountains.
"I'm not sure," Joe said, looking at Mike and winking slyly. "Maybe we'll let you go; maybe we won't. But we're gonna go out and take care of your gal-friend right now." Joe untied Diane's ankles from the trees. She murmured a thank you as they dropped her legs to the ground, then bound her ankles together. The two men left, taking the dogs with them. Diane still lay stretched like a piece of meat between the two trees. But for a while, at least, she would be at peace.
6
Diane didn't know how long the two men were gone. It seemed like hours. Her arms ached from her strained position. But it was impossible to relieve either the pain or the tension of the rope. She tried to take her mind off the discomfort, but her thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of sobbing and cursing. Diane didn't have to guess that they'd kidnapped Janet.
Diane lifted her head and looked toward the left corner of the cabin. Soon she saw Mike come around the corner, followed by the terrified brunette with Joe and the two Dobermans behind her.
At first Janet didn't notice Diane. Then Joe reached out and pushed her forward. The brunette stumbled a few steps, then came to a quick halt as she looked at her friend stretched between the two pines. Dirt, cum, sweat and saliva streaked the woman's once-creamy skin while her hair hung in a tangled mass around her head.
"Oh my God, Diane! What have they done to you?" Janet asked, covering her mouth with both hands in horror as she gaped at the bound woman.
"About the same thing we're gonna do to you, sweet tits," Mike said, reaching out and wrapping his fingers around the collar of Janet's shirt. Before the brunette could turn around, the big blonde pulled down, ripping the shirt off her back.
Janet instinctively reached up and covered her tits as Mike finished peeling the tatters of her shirt off her body.
"You ever see two women make it with each other?" Joe asked as Mike wrapped his big arms around Janet's waist and pulled her back toward the cabin. The brunette curled her slender fingers into two tight fists and beat his hands as hard as she could while he laughed wildly.
"No. It's a turn-on, huh?" Mike asked, squeezing Janet's waist tightly as she kicked back with both her legs. The Brunette's eyes bulged out as she felt all the air rush out of her lungs. Her face burned hotly as Mike kept squeezing her. Diane watched helplessly as her friend's frantic struggling grew weaker.
"That's better," Mike said, feeling the woman go limp in his arms. He let her go sliding to the ground, bending down and unzipping her Levi's and pulling them down to her knees. Her black pussy hairs glistened under the late afternoon sun as Joe sauntered over to Diane. Without saying a word, he reached over and untied the rope that bound her wrist to the tree.
The blonde groaned as she felt the pain stop in her right shoulder. Joe did the same thing to her left wrist, then turned around and signalled Mike to bring Janet over to him.
"You're gonna lez it up now, babe," Joe said as his buddy dragged Janet over to Diane.
"I've-I've never done anything like that before," Diane stammered as she watched Mike dump Janet in front of her.
"There's a first time for everything. Now if you two want even a chance at getting out of here, you'd better do everything we say," Joe said menacingly.
Janet was conscious enough to know what the men wanted. Her eyes widened in horror as she looked down at Diane's snatch and saw cum still dribbling out of her pussy.
"Dog jizz," Joe said, guessing what Janet wanted to know.
"Oh, Diane, I'm sorry," Janet cried out, looking sympathetically into her friend's eyes.
"You don't understand, babe. You're gonna lick that shit out of her," Joe said threateningly, putting his right hand around her neck and pushing her head forward until her lips touched the top of Diane's wet snatch.
"OHHHH, noooo," Janet cried, tasting the combination of sweat, dog spit and animal jizz in her mouth. Joe held her head down for several seconds, wiping her lips into the sticky mess as the girl held her stomach and tried to keep from retching.
"Lick it, damn you, or I'll get the other dog out here and we'll do the same thing to you we did to her," Joe threatened.
Janet swallowed hard, then opened her mouth and started licking at Diane's pussy. The blonde watched on in horror as the brunette sucked in the layers of cum and spittle. Joe grinned, taking his hand off the back of Janet's neck and signaling Mike to come over and watch.
"Come on, girls. We want a little more action. You know what to do, honey. Don't give me that big innocent stare," Joe said as Janet pulled her head out of Diane's pussy and stared with hatred at the big man. "We saw you down at the shop that night, making it with one of the girls you hired."
"Janet!" Diane cried out, looking at her friend in amazement.
"I'm-I'm sorry, Diane. It's just that it's been so lonely after the divorce. I'm afraid of getting involved with a man so soon. But still I'm-"-
"Cut the crap. You two can cry over it later," Joe said reaching over again and shoving Janet's head back into Diane's swampy crack.
Diane spread her legs as she felt her friend's mouth chew away at her pussy. Her shame was complete. Now she was being asked to perform like a dyke in front of these men-and with her best friend, yet! She could hear Janet alternately slurping and gagging from the pungent taste of all that stale spit and cum leaking out of her violated box.
Slowly, Diane felt her snatch heating up again. It was almost the same kind of excitement she felt with the Doberman when he was licking her. It was a kind of hot, desperate aching tingle that tightened her cunt and made her nipples screw up and spark with tension.
Janet's licking was becoming more frenzied now. She ran the pointed tip of her tongue along the inner ridges of Diane's outer labia, peeling back those thick pussylips and concentrating on her fluttering cuntal walls. Diane grunted, hiking up her knees and snapping them together as she felt a rippling mini-contraction in her pussy.
"She's getting turned on," Joe commented, reaching down and squeezing a growing bulge between his legs.
Janet pulled her head out of Diane's crotch and slid up her friend's body. Soon the two women's cunts were pressed tightly together. Their swollen labia slid against each other, peeling back one another's outer lips as their wet, trembling membranes touched.
"Uhhh," Diane groaned, feeling a new sensation as their bellies touched. The firm female flesh pressed tightly against hers was a new experience. Diane put her arms instinctively around Janet and slid her hands down, caressing Janet's firm buttocks as she met Janet's grindings with little movements of her own. She gasped and moaned more frequently as their cuntal mounds rubbed more rhythmically together.
Joe and Mike edged closer to the two embraced women as Janet lowered her head and opened her mouth. She stuck out her tongue and ran it lightly over her friend's lips. Diane found herself responding to that in ways she'd never dreamed she could. Opening her mouth, the blonde sucked in her friend's tongue, meeting it with frenzied movements of her own oral organ. She could feel her glands secreting more thick fuck oil, lubing up her membranes and making that grinding, slipping sensation of cuntal membrane against cuntal membrane more deliciously exciting. While she dug her fingernails into Janet's firm butt-cheeks, she groaned into her friend's mouth as their boobs flattened against each other.
"Oh God, you're good," Janet commented, pulling her mouth away from her friend's and licking Diane's swollen titties. The blonde didn't answer Janet. She felt aroused and thrilled by this new experience. But she also felt unbearably ashamed by it.
Janet sanded her tongue over Diane's nipple, making the nubbin stand up from its surrounding tough brown flesh while she stroked Diane's bristling pussy hairs. The blonde rolled her head to the right as she felt her friend's tongue dig into her ear and probe her ear canal. Diane arched her back, pushing her pussy against Janet's as she felt her friend toying teasingly with her hot, fat labia. The brunette was milking them with her fingers, rubbing their slippery edges together as her right forefinger inched agonizingly up toward Diane's unhooded clit.
"OHHHHH!" Diane gasped as Janet grabbed her stiffened clit between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed it gently.
"You like that, don't you?" Janet whispered in
Diane's ear as she slid down her friend's belly again. Diane squirmed on the ground, digging her buttocks into the loose soil and layer of pine needles underneath as she felt Janet's big nipples drag across her belly. Diane lifted up her head slightly and watched Janet's big boobs sway from side to side as she started to tongue her long, hard nipples.
Diane closed her eyes and sucked in a long breath as she felt that delicious, hot wet feeling wash over her tits and snatch. Opening her eyes again, the blonde turned around and saw the two men squatting only feet away from her. Their long, thick cocks were out, bobbing in the air as the slid their hands up and down those long stalks. Joe and Mike swirled their fingers over their stiff cocks, using the cum that oozed out of the cock-slits to slick down and lube up their jerking shafts.
"Turn you on, babe?" Joe asked, looking down at his cock that stuck out of his Levi's like a post.
Diane turned her head away, slumping back down on the ground and refusing to look at the two sneering men. She blocked them out of her mind, thinking of Janet's marvelous tongue and hot box that promised more pleasure than she'd had in a long time.
"Suck, suck," Diane grunted like an animal as Janet tongued her nipples. First the brunette drew in one nipple between the gap in her front teeth, running her tongue rapidly over the taut flesh as she dug her fingers into Diane's belly. Then she let it go as she went over to the other nipple and did the same thing. Diane felt her tits heat up and swell with excitement. Janet's tongue was shooting her up to a roaring climax.
"Oh, ohhhhhh," Diane groaned, wishing that Janet would do something about the itchy ache tightening her cunt.
Janet seemed to read Diane's mind. First she sank her teeth hard into Diane's right nipple. The blonde's eyelids fluttered open and her lips parted as she let out a scream of delight. While she was still thrashing on the ground, Janet let go of the hard nipple and licked her way down toward Diane's hot pussy. She left a trail of glistening spittle as she inched her way toward the woman's hot fuck-hole.
"Please, please," Diane begged out loud, not really sure of what she was pleading for. She looked up again and watched Janet's heavy tits swing slowly back and forth as the woman ran her tongue from Diane's navel down to her snatch. She felt Janet's thick lips drag across her cunt lips, milking the edges tenderly as the woman lightly traced her fingertips across her buttocks.
"Ohhh, yesss," Diane groaned as Janet started stroking the brown, puckered skin of her trembling shitter.
"Mmmmmm," Janet responded as she wrapped her lips around the tip of Diane's clit. The blonde tensed her muscles as she felt herself on the brink of orgasm. The gentle application of oral pressure sent her spiraling into a series of rapid contractions. It was a tiny orgasm, making her nipples twitch and tingle as her box contracted. As Janet applied more suction, Diane felt the spasms increase in intensity. Her knees snapped together again, trapping the brunette's head in between her legs as she clawed the dirt with her fingers. Everything around her flooded into a bright white flash as Janet kept on sucking and toying.
"Oh God, don't," Diane begged as she reached up and ran her fingers through Janet's long, brown hair. The brunette stopped her cunt-licking for a few seconds, letting Diane float back to earth before she started up again. The blonde groaned with delight as she felt Janet's tongue slice back into her cunt. Then the brunette backed away and started nibbling and sucking on her fat cunt lips. She took one at a time, lapping and biting so quickly that Diane thought there were a hundred tiny tongues all over her quivering snatch. Janet serviced every square inch of her pussy as Diane rocketed toward orgasm. Diane's fingers gripped
Janet's ass more tightly as she tugged her crotch and cunt closer and closer to her digging face and mouth.
"Oh God, God!" Diane wailed, throwing her legs in the air and kicking them out as she felt her pussylips snap tightly shut around Janet's jabbing tongue. The brunette groaned again, then dug deeper. Her greedy mouth sucked hungrily at Diane's snatchlips. Diane lurched and writhed against the brunette's bobbing head. She gasped and moaned, completely forgetting the two men who were jacking off next to her.
"Please," Janet said, pulling her mouth away and turning around until her pussy dangled inches above Diane's mouth. The blonde knew what Janet wanted. Her heart pounded wildly as she watched that dark, hairy pussy slowly being lowered to her parted lips. Diane reached down to her clit and slid her fingers up to her stiffening nubbin while the hairs of Janet's pussy tickled her nose. Just as Janet's fat labia pressed gently against her lips, Diane felt the brunette's fingers push away her hand. That wonderful, by-now familiar tongue slipped in between Diane's furry lips, sliding up and caressing her throbbing clit as the woman's slick cuntal membranes scraped against Diane's front teeth. Soon, the two women were pressed tightly together, their cunts hunching hard against their mouths. Diane's fingers dug hard into Janet's butt-flesh, inching toward the woman's tight asscrack.
"MMMGFF!" Diane groaned as she felt almost suffocated by the hot flesh, gushing cunt juices, and the jungle of stiff, curly pussy hairs that tickled her nose. The blonde could tell from the flowing juices and jerky hip movements that Janet was close to shooting off. Diane hunched up, grinding her pussy into Janet's sucking mouth as she tried for a second orgasm.
"UHHH!" Janet grunted thickly as she stuck her forefinger into Diane's bunghole and rubbed her tongue frantically up and down Diane's clit-stalk. The blonde felt a strange hot feeling suddenly spreading across her belly, flushing up to her tits then down to her clit. It was another climax thrilling every sparking nerve-ending in her body. She cried out desperately into her friend's pussy as she hunched wildly up into Janet's mouth.
The brunette responded to Diane's orgasm with a climax of her own. Diane felt her friend's clit vibrate and throb between her lips as she hunched her ass up higher and higher. Her titties pressed hard against Janet's thighs as she bucked and lurched wildly on the ground.
Mike and Joe watched carefully as the two women brought each other off. Their frantic movements gradually slowed down until Janet collapsed exhausted on top of her groaning friend.
"All through so soon?" Joe ridiculed the girls as he stood up and pointed his dick down at Janet's ass.
"What do you want?" the brunette asked hoarsely, raising her head and looking up at the brutal man.
"Your ass," Joe said, bending down and pulling the screaming brunette off Diane's body. The blonde opened her eyes and saw Janet being tossed like an old rag onto the ground. She beat the dirt with her fists as she tried to roll on her back. But the big man was on top of her and pressing his thick dick against her buttocks before she could turn over.
Diane propped herself on her elbows, looking around for some kind of weapon to beat Joe off Janet.
Mike sneaked around, jumping on her as she started to get up.
"Ohhh," Diane cried out, groaning as she felt Mike crawling on top of her. His fat dick was dragging across her juicy thighs, pressing into her box as he slid his hands under her ass and lifted her legs high into the air. Diane closed her eyes and relaxed as Mike pulled back and positioned the tip of his fat prick against her pussylips. There was nothing she could do. In the background Diane could hear Janet's helpless screams of pain as Joe spat on his hands and lubed the woman's shitter with the saliva.
"Don't. You'll tear me apart," Janet wailed, her face pushed in the dirt as the big man reached down and spread her creamy, rounded ass-cheeks apart. He backed down slightly, aiming the tip of his dick at the tiny brown hole. With a quick downward thrust, the big man buried the entire cockhead in Janet's bowels.
"Oh God, noooo. Take it out. Sweet Jesus, take it out!" the brunette howled as more and more of Joe's fat dick slid into her shitter.
Diane tried to look over to see what was happening. But Mike's powerful body was blocking her view. She groaned as she felt his dick push into her, jamming into her violated hole. He moved quickly, shoving down and in until Diane could feel his hairy, hanging balls brushing against the bottom of her pussylips. He fucked her crazily, reaming her snatch as if his prick were a file. Diane grunted with each powerful thrust. His cock hairs rubbed her cunt raw as Mike groaned with pleasure. Diane rolled her head on the ground, praying that the big man would dump his load fast. In the distance she could hear Joe's animal grunting and Janet's desperate pleas as he rocketed toward his climax.
"Fuck, bitch, fuck," Mike growled suddenly, beating her sides with his fists as the first thick gob of cum sailed into her snatch. Diane closed her eyes and gritted her teeth together as she felt another squirt, then another spatter into her hole. She felt more degraded under this man than when the Doberman fucked her.
"FUCK!" Joe echoed his friend several feet away as he dumped his cum into Janet's ass. The brunette howled wildly as Joe growled with delight.
When it was over, Mike pulled his cock out of Diane's pussy and pushed it back into his Levi's. Standing up, he turned around and saw his buddy firing the last of his hot load into Janet's shitter.
"Fuckin' hot women. We've got to keep 'em around for a while," Joe said, grinning up exhaustedly at his friend.
For a while? Diane thought to herself as Mike bent down and wrapped his fingers around her arm. The blonde shuddered to think of what would happen to them next. What did these two maniacs want with them? More dog fucks? More brutal rapes? More perverse, degrading sexual acts forced down their throats until they couldn't take any more? Diane felt like crying as Mike pulled her up and dragged her toward the cabin.
7
Diane stood on her tiptoes again, trying to relieve the killing ache that racked her shoulders. After the dual rape, Joe had the two women dragged into the cabin half-conscious. He had climbed on top of one of the chairs and bound four cords tightly around a ceiling beam that ran the full length of the cabin. Then he dragged the sobbing Janet first to the hanging ropes and tied her wrists tightly with two of the cords. Both he and Mike used all their strength to haul the groaning brunette up until her feet barely touched the ground.
Turning to Diane, the two men did the same to her. Soon, the two women hung helplessly from the rafters, swaying gently back and forth. Joe gagged both of them, then told Mike they had to go down below for supplies.
Diane was grateful for their absence. She twisted around like a puppet after they left, pulling at the ropes as hard as she could in a vain attempt to escape. Janet hung limply from the rafter, occasionally groaning hopelessly. Diane refused to give up. She knew that Joe and Mike would never let them go. They'd satisfy whatever warped desires they had right now. Then both she and Janet would be properly disposed of somewhere in the mountains.
Diane kept on struggling with the ropes when she heard Joe's car pulling up the drive again. The sounds of the slamming doors and barking dogs sent chills up and down her spine again. She gave one last desperate pull as the footsteps drew closer and closer. Remarkably, the rope parted and Diane fell to the floor.
"My God," Diane cried out, pulling her wrists free of the rope and tearing off her gag. Janet opened her eyes and saw her friend running up to her. She shook her head vigorously back and forth and looked meaningfully toward the door. Diane knew what she was trying to say. She didn't have enough time to free the brunette and escape at the same time.
"I'll be back, I swear," Diane said, running to the rear door of the cabin.
"This ought to be-what the..." Mike said as he walked into the cabin carrying a bag of groceries and noticing the empty ropes dangling from the ceiling. "That blonde bitch's gone," he cried out, throwing the groceries to the floor and running out the front door again.
Diane had managed to sneak out the rear door of the cabin before Mike saw her figure disappear into the night. She heard Joe and his buddy talking excitedly in front of the house as she slowly walked through the backyard clearing. Now that she was free, the blonde had to think of what to do next. Diane knew that they'd turn the dogs loose to find her. Her only hope was that they'd start the Dobermans out in a wrong direction. By the time the animals finally picked up her scent, she'd be safe.
"You take one dog down to their cabin. I'll take Bo back here," she heard Joe say.
Diane's hair stood on end as she started racing through the thick underbrush blindly. She was wrong. They were splitting up! The blonde's heart raced wildly as she tore through forest on the side of the mountain and ran,blindly from the barking dog.
"Hey, I think he's picked up somethin', " Diane heard Joe shout out. She could hear the big
Doberman's barking grow louder as she ran more frantically through the woods. Her feet were cut and bled on the twisting path as branches whipped at her bare flesh. Diane stumbled several times over rocks and high tree roots as she desperately scrambled for her life.
Oh God, please let me get away, please, Diane cried to herself as she heard the sounds of breaking twigs draw closer to her. She scrambled desperately now, clawing wildly at the plant life that seemed to block her every route of escape.
"There she is," Joe cried out, spotting Diane's fleeing naked body disappearing behind some tall pines. He turned his flashlight onto that area, illuminating the woman's creamy body as she covered her eyes with both hands and sank terrified to her knees.
"Please don't hurt me," she wailed, feeling that her last chance at life had come and gone.
"Hurt you, Babe? Wouldn't think of it," Joe chuckled as he sauntered up to her and lifted her gently to her feet. Bo licked her ankle playfully as Joe pushed her back toward the cabin. Diane walked down the path half in a trance. All hope had been washed out of her. She felt bleached of every emotion as the lights of the mountain cabin came into view.
"Let's teach 'em a lesson," Mike called out from the front door as he spotted Joe pushing Diane down the path.
"Let her watch while we take care of the brunette," Joe suggested as he shoved the blonde into the cabin. Janet was still hanging from the rafters. Her eyes closed and tears feel from the corners and rolled down her cheeks as she saw her friend enter the cabin.
"Sit down there," Joe barked at Diane, shoving her toward one of the two chairs in the room.
Diane didn't dare do anything risky now. She watched in horrified fascination as both Joe and Mike pulled their belts off their Levi's. Diane knew they were going to give Janet the same treatment they'd given her in that construction site shack weeks ago.
"Hang on, honey," Joe said, leering at the wide-eyed brunette as he raised his arm high over his head. He brought the end of his leather belt down hard across the top of her right tit.
Janet's body jerked on the hanging rope. Her eyes closed shut and her face screwed up in pain as a muffled groan came through the tight gag. Diane looked helplessly on as her friend's body swayed back and forth like a pendulum. Mike was next, slicing his strap across the woman's belly. He laughed as the brunette sucked in her stomach and jerked upward again. Her body started swinging around in widening circles as the two men sliced their belts alternately across her flinching skin.
"You'll tear her apart," Diane finally cried out.
"Shut up unless you want more of the same," Joe growled. He never broke stride while he swore at Diane, sometimes whipping in unison with his friend so that the two belts fell on Janet's flesh at the same time. They laughed as they watched Janet's ass-cheeks jerk and twist with every direct hit. Janet groaned through the gag, rolling her eyes up to her head in mad suffering as the two men increased the strength and frequency of their whipping. Soon Janet's thighs and rounded buttocks were red with welts and long streaks.
Joe and Mike stopped for a few seconds, dripping with perspiration. Diane looked at the two men carefully. Their cocks were fully extended, pressing against their Levi's as they looked at the helplessly dangling brunette. It occurred to her that they were going to keep Janet and her there until they'd literally beaten or fucked them to death. This was more than a matter of simple revenge. They were S & M freaks-men who got off on hurting women as much as they could. They had their victims nicely trapped now. They weren't about to let them go.
Joe leaned against the table, laughing at Janet as she swung lazily back and forth. He hopped up on the edge of the table, picking up his right foot and kicking it lightly against her inner thighs. The girl groaned with pain as that kick sent her swinging out further then before. Joe kept his foot there, springing it back again as her body swung forward. He kicked out harder this time, sending the moaning Janet swinging in a broader arc.
Mike moved around to the other side of the room, wrapping the buckled end of the belt more tightly in his right hand as Janet started to swing toward him. Bringing his hand back, he whipped it forward. The room was filled with a loud thwacking noise as the blonde's belt sliced into Janet's ass. Her body jerked from the painful blow, then spun around half-way from the force of the hit.
Joe kicked out again, sending the brunette sailing out to Mike who in turn lashed at her thighs with his belt. The two men repeated this over and over again until Diane had to look away. They were playing with the woman as if she were some kind of indestructible toy. Her body was crisscrossed with livid welts and black-and-blue marks as the whipping and kicking became more frenzied.
When Diane looked at her friend again, she covered her face in horror. The belt had done more than simply marred Janet's skin. It had drawn blood from her snatchlips and nipples. Streaks of blood trickled down her belly and legs as Mike kept on his whipping.
"You'll kill her!" Diane cried out, jumping off her chair and running up to Joe. She reached out and grabbed his hair, pulling back as hard as she could.
The big man cried out and almost fell off the table as Janet's tortured body swung back toward him without the benefit of another kick. He quickly recovered from the surprise of the attack and punched Diane hard in the belly.
"Ohhhh," Diane cried out, stumbling back and landing on her ass from the force of the blow.
"Shit, she's a mess," Mike commented as Janet's body swung back and forth in smaller and smaller arcs.
"Fit for the dogs, right?" Joe said, smirking as he looked cruelly at Diane. The blonde knew what he was talking about. Her friend had been spared that ultimate humiliation so far. Now it appeared that Janet would suffer that greater degradation.
"Take her down," Mike said, smiling strangely as Janet looked at the two men wearily. "Let's get that gag off,' the blonde said as they untied the rope and eased the brunette to the floor.
Janet's knees buckled under her and she collapsed in front of Diane. Joe reached down and untied the gag.
"Ohhhh, God. It hurts," Janet cried out, curling her legs up to her titties protectively and closing her eyes.
"Leave her alone," Diane said helplessly as she watched them roll her friend over on her back.
"Don't worry, honey. She's not gonna get it the same way you did," Joe said as he held Janet's arms down to the floor. Mike grabbed Ranger and pulled him by the collar up to the brunette's scarred body. At first Janet didn't realize what was happening. She rolled her head around half deliriously, her eyes not focusing on anything as the big Doberman peered down at her. Then she saw the Doberman's dark drown eyes peering down at her and she screamed in horror.
"Shut up," Joe growled as Mike pushed the whining dog forward. His cock wasn't as thick as Bo's, but seemed to be at least an inch longer. Janet lifted her head up from the floor and watched carefully as Mike pushed the big dog closer and closer to her. Soon his hindquarters were next to her head. She could feel the heat coming out of the animal's crotch.
"Suck that dick," Joe said, nodding toward the trembling Doberman.
Janet looked at the big dark-haired man in disbelief, then turned back toward the Doberman.
Mike reached forward and pushed her head down to the floor. It struck the wood with a loud thud. Janet lay there dazed for several seconds. It was enough time for Mike to push the dog over the woman's face. Ranger was facing Diane, looking completely confused as to what was going on while his dick jerked and bobbed inches above Janet's mouth. Bo sat at the other end of the cabin looking on curiously as the two men chuckled and laughed at the scene.
"Push down his ass," Joe said as the dog barked impatiently.
Mike reached up and hit the animal's butt with the palm of his right hand. Thinking that it was a command to sit, Ranger lowered his hindquarters and pressed his cock against Janet's lips.
"Ohhhh," the woman cried out in horror. The dog was quick, sensing that whatever was against his dick was going to bring him off. He wriggled his ass back and forth, working his dick up and down Janet's half-parted lips.
"I said suck him," Joe growled, slapping the woman hard across the face.
Janet whimpered, then opened her mouth and swallowed the knobby dick.
Diane looked on as Ranger humped up and down, driving his dick in and out of Janet's mouth. His balls slapped against her flushed cheeks as his jaws opened and his tongue hung out. The whole scene looked incredibly sick and obscene.
Diane watched as the dog shivered with delight. His ramming dick was coated with thick layers of spittle as he rammed harder and harder against her face.
"Love that slick taste, baby? Love to swallow that knotty cock down your throat?" Joe taunted Janet as Ranger dug his prick down the woman's throat. "Go on, suck on that doggie rod. Swallow that jizz," Joe went on, obviously growing more excited as the animal's whimpering turned into a series of throaty growls.
Janet had remained passive through this ordeal. Now she started to squirm, pulling at her arms, wriggling her body on the floor as she tried to get away from that stabbing animal cock. Saliva foamed at the corners of her mouth then oozed down her flushed cheeks as she tried to roll her head away from the Doberman's hunching crotch. Her eyes opened wide as she struggled for breath.
"He's gonna shoot soon," Mike observed quietly to his friend.
"Get him off. I want him to fuck this one," Joe said as he turned around and looked at Diane. She cringed under the big man's stare. It was a look of extreme hatred. But there was an insane quality to it. Combined, that look made every inch of Diane's white flesh crawl with terror.
"Oh God," Janet cried out, gasping for breath as Mike pulled the growling Ranger off. Bo sensed that something else was going to happen. He sprang to his feet, trotting over to Joe as the big man walked over to Diane.
"He's your friend. He's yours to take care of," Joe said, picking up Diane by the arm and pulling her over to Janet. "Get down on all fours," he growled.
Diane closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath. She had to endure this again? She sobbed out a desperate plea as she felt Joe's big paw land on her right shoulder and force her down to the floor. He pushed her forward until she was in the crouching position the big man wanted. Turning her head to the left, she looked wildly into Janet's tearful eyes as she heard Joe order Bo around to her ass.
"Get those knees under that belly," Joe growled out to her.
Diane obeyed, sinking forward until her nipples brushed against the dirty floor. Her ass rose high in the air. Recognizing this by now as a familiar signal, the Doberman went quickly into action. Diane let out a horrified gasp as she felt the Doberman's big forepaws wrap around her belly and dig down for support. His big cock rubbed up and down her upturned ass-cheeks for several seconds. Diane closed her eyes and waited for the cuntal penetration that she dreaded.
But then something happened. Maybe because the dog was so eager to fuck her; maybe because her ass was too high in the air; it was hard to tell, but whatever the problem was, Diane and the others were surprised by what followed. Bo growled loudly as his cock speared into her ass-hole.
"OH MY GOD! MY GOD!" she stammered, crying out in distress when she felt that pointed prick sliding into her tight shitter. Diane lurched forward, digging her fingers into the wood as she tried to crawl away from the excruciating pain ripping at her bowels.
But Joe grabbed her and forced her head back down to the floor. This was an unexpected bonus for him. Diane thrashed in his tight grip, beating her head against the wooden planks beneath her as the dog hunched his dick further into her ass.
"Look at him go," Joe commented as Bo whimpered and growled with lust. As far as the Doberman was concerned, her ass-hole was just as convenient as her cunt. And it certainly was much tighter. Bo rammed his prong into Diane's shitter now with long, lunging humps that sent at least two inches of his prick into her ass-hole. Diane tensed up and shook from side to side, trying to pull away from the spear that was splitting her ass apart.
"NOOOOO!" Diane cried out in genuine fear and pain as she felt more of the Doberman's cock stab down into her bowels. Bo's thick cock pressed deeper and deeper, giving Diane the feeling that a red-hot spike had been pounded into her ass.
Diane heard a sharp cry and turned to see what was happening. As Bo kept on driving his bony dick harder and faster into her ass, Ranger had moved around to Janet's pussy. While she looked above her thunderous titties in horror, the big Doberman was hunching his cock against her pussy. His big forepaws rested on her thighs while Mike held her legs up in the air. Janet cried out, turning her head to the right and gasping as she saw the other dog fucking her friend in the ass.
"God, nooooo," she wailed helplessly as Ranger dragged his paws up further and hunched down his ass. The brunette cried out in revulsion as the Doberman finally pushed his knobby cock into her snatch. Unlike Bo, Ranger didn't waste any time in getting down to business. He snapped and growled while he fucked the screaming woman. His rear hindquarters bruised Janet's tender pussylips as his balls squashed down on her thighs with every downward thrust he made. He was getting off on the shrieking brunette, lowering his head and snapping dangerously close to her titties as his dick swelled up to enormous proportions.
Diane tried to give her friend moral strength. But the pain in her ass was driving her crazy. Bo's big knot at the end of his cock was too big to get inside her ass. But he kept trying, fucking as much of his cock into her butt as he could. Diane groaned and gasped each time she felt the big knot hammer against the stretched rim of her ass-hole. The hammering became more forceful as the dog growled deep in his throat. Saliva dripped down onto her back as she felt that doggie dick expand, pushing the sore tissues of her shitter apart. Then came the rush of cum into her bowels.
"Oh, God," Diane cried out in disgust as Bo shook and barked excitedly above her. The blonde could feel the continual squirts of cum that blasted into her ass. At the same time she heard Janet scream wildly, then trail off with a series of broken moans. Diane knew that Ranger had just fired his load into her friend. The two women lay side by side, grunting helplessly as the two Dobermans violated their bodies.
8
"They're going to kill us, aren't they, Diane?" Janet whispered softly to her friend.
Diane didn't answer. She moved her leg off the cot and felt the cold floor with the ball of her foot. The tiny room was dark and Joe and Mike had left with the two dogs after Bo and Ranger got through fucking the women. Diane didn't want to talk right now. It felt so good just lying there, staring vacantly at the rough wooden ceiling and trailing her right foot absently back and forth on the floor.
"Diane?" Janet repeated her friend's name. The brunette's voice shook slightly with emotion as she turned around on her cot and looked at the blonde.
"Hmmmm?" the woman answered, sliding her other leg off the cot and slowly sitting up. "They're going to..."
"Kill us? I imagine so." Diane said matter-of-factly, pushing herself off the cot and walking slowly to the window. Joe and Mike had put bars on that tiny opening before they'd catured Diane. Now they'd barred the door, trapping the two women inside the cabin while they went back to L.A. for something.
"Oh God," Janet groaned, sinking back on her cot and covering her eyes with her right arm. "How long ago did they leave?" she asked after several minutes of silence passed.
"I'm not sure. Probably an hour ago. I don't know. I wasn't too conscious when they left," Diane said wearily.
"I know what you mean. Those dogs! Oh God, if they make us go through that again, I'll ... " Janet started, then broke down into tears and sobbed miserably.
Diane sighed as she looked outside. All those stars in that cloudless sky shining down peacefully! Everything was so peaceful while here in the cabin two women had been forced to submit to the most crushing kind of depravity they had ever seen.
The blonde turned away from the window and leaned against the wall, scanning the dark room with her eyes. Janet had finally cried herself to sleep. Her regular breathing assured Diane that her friend was resting comfortably. She smiled, glad that the brunette could escape from the horror confronting them even for a few minutes. Diane had tried to fall asleep. But she kept thinking about the events of the past few hours and the possible ones facing them in the next couple of days. Joe and Mike didn't say what they were going for in the city. Diane shuddered when she thought of the possibilities. More men? More dogs? Novelty items to torture her and Janet with until their lives finally petered out?
Diane rubbed her arms quickly, trying to warm up as she walked over to the table and sat down on its edge. She lowered her head and thought about being free. Free. The word had a wonderful sound and taste to it, now that Diane couldn't take advantage of it.
It's so unfair! Diane thought, pushing off the table and walking a few steps before squatting down on the floor. Some splinters dug into her buttocks, sending strange delicious shivers through her body. Those dogs have done weird things to me, Diane thought as she lifted her hips, then spread her cunt lips apart. She gasped as the cold, sharp splinters touched her overly sensitive inner pussylips.
Diane turned her head around, making sure
Janet was asleep. The brunette's chest rose rhythmically up and down as her breathing stayed deep and steady. Diane sighed with relief, then went back to her self-fucking. She eased her butt down again, her round ass flattening against the rough wooden floor. She winced as the slivers bit into her ass. Then she sighed as those jagged wooden pieces scratched teasingly at her inner cuntal walls. She straightened her spine, wriggling her hips to position those tiny spikes against her clit. Diane gasped again as that wanted contact was made. One jagged sliver longer than the other creased her clit. She lifted her thighs slighted, then lowered them again, rubbing that sliver over her clit.
"Ummmmmm," Diane groaned through her tightly clenched teeth. This was the first sexual excitement she'd had without the frenzy of degradation and screams. She rose and fell on the floor, beating her fleshy buttocks on the wood. Her body heat increased until she wasn't aware of the dampness and cold that had bothered her earlier.
"Ahhh," Diane sighed with satisfaction, straightening her back until it was rigid. She threw her head back and closed her eyes tightly. Her mind drifted far away from the cabin. She was on a desert island, masturbating in front of a well-hung stud who looked like-
Oh God! Diane cried to herself as she kept on exciting her rising clit with that sliver of wood. Her fantasy lover looked just like Joe. Was she turning into some S & M freak just like those two men? Was she becoming the kind of woman who wanted to be degraded? Had all this warped her mind forever? And what did it matter anyway? She and Janet would never get out of the cabin alive. She could do and think anything she wanted now.
"Mmmmmmmm," Diane hummed as a secret smile curved her sensuous lips upward. Sweat poured out from under her arms and streaked down her sides as she bounced up and down more frenziedly. The edge of the sliver cut deep, but Diane didn't care. Her clit was slick with cuntal juice, slopping against the sliver as her body shook and trembled with ecstasy. Diane rolled her hips in a counter rhythm, forcing her bloated clit across the sliver. Her nipples poked out and twitched deliciously as she felt a slow, painfully pleasurable orgasm roll over her swampy box.
"Oh! Ohhhh!" Diane groaned, biting her lower hp until she could taste blood. That orgasm was wonderful, making her skin crawl with pleasure. She looked carefully over at the sleeping brunette. Her soft groans of delight hadn't wakened her yet. She was still full of lust, panting and sweating as she kept on hopping her body up and down. She raised her ass high again, gouging every square inch of her outer labia with that sharp sliver.
"Oh God," Diane sighed out loud, working her hips faster and faster. She dug in her cunt with her fingers, pulling and scraping her fingertips across the wet, hot pussy membranes. She felt another orgasm tightening up in her belly. Then there was a flash of heat and a funny, rumbling sensation deep in her belly. It flushed outward quickly, shooting up to her bouncing titties and down at the same time to her beating clit. The blonde felt her head grow light and buzzy as her box roared with climactic tension. She gave her pussy one final tug with her right hand, and she was through for the night.
"Ohhh," Diane said, raising her right hand and wiping the beads of sweat that had collected on her forehead during the finger-fucking. She staggered to her feet, supporting herself on the front edge of the table. Diane felt better now. The tension that had gripped her was gone for the minute. She sighed out loud, closing her eyes and drinking in the warm glow that bathed her entire body.
She was about to crawl back to bed when she heard a car drive up the long road toward the cabin.
"They're back," Diane said, shuddering when she thought of the two men about to enter the cabin. The blonde walked quickly over to Janet and shook her awake. "They're back," she repeated louder.
"Oh God," was all Janet could say, jerking quickly up to a sitting position as she heard the sound of a car driving over the gravel road in front of the cabin. The two women held tightly onto each other as the car stopped and the engine was turned off. Diane's heart beat faster and faster as the car doors opened, then slammed shut. Then there were footsteps over gravel, up the stairs and over the porch floor.
"Well, we've enjoyed having you here," Joe said as soon as he walked in. "But the party's over," he added as Mike walked in behind him. "You got the dogs in the car?" he asked his friend.
"All ready to go," Mike said grimly as he looked hard at Diane and Janet.
The two women looked into each other's eyes. This was the time both of them had dreaded. The men were going to dispose of them.
"Why?" Diane wailed as Joe moved up to her.
"People are askin' questions about you two. They're lookin' for you. It wouldn't take no time before they found you. Besides the guy who owns this cabin's comin' up here with his family next week. He's a buddy of ours, but I don't think he'd want to get mixed up in somethin' like this," Joe said pushing Diane off the cot and grabbing hold of Janet's arms. "Tie this one up first," he said to Mike. "It was just kinda our luck that somebody we knew had a place near to where the two of you were hidin' out."
"And now what?" Diane asked with a tremble in her voice.
"We just move on somewhere else," Joe said simply.
But Diane could tell from a certain gleam in his eye that everything was over for the two women. Joe and Mike had too much to lose if they were found with her and Janet, especially in the condition the two of them were in now. It'd be easier for them to kill her and her friend, then go around and look for two more innocent victims.
"Okay, she's tied," Mike said, finishing knotting the rope around Janet's ankles.
"And now for you," Joe said, his voice thick with lust as he looked hotly at Diane.
The blonde's eyes opened wide. What was this, a farewell fuck? Well, she'd do anything to stay alive, even if it was for a few more minutes. Anything can happen in a few minutes, even rescue.
Joe got up from the cot and walked out of the cabin, coming back with two thick woolen blankets under his right arm. Spreading them out on the floor, the big dark-haired man peeled off his T-shirt and unzipped his Levi's pulling out his semi-rigid cunt-splitter and motioning Diane to sit down on the blanket.
As Diane moved across the cabin, she saw Mike strip down and follow her to the edge of the blankets. Without a word she settled on the floor. The two men got on either side of her while Janet watched the scene from her cot. Joe moved quickly and glued his mouth to Diane's, nearly bruising her lips as he flooded her throat with his thick, hot spittle. Meanwhile, Mike crouched between her thighs, his cock stretching out with blood and growing redder and hotter with every passing second. He leaned forward, putting his hands on either side of her thighs while he pushed his purplish cockhead against her puckered snatchlips.
"Uh," Diane grunted as the big prick pushed partially into her dry hole.
"I'll get you wet, babe," Mike said as he pulled out and moved back. Diane opened her thighs wider as the big blonde started tonguing her pussy. He ran his tongue up and down the slash that divided her cunt lips. She shivered with delight as she felt his hot saliva grease down her outer labia and leak into her box. Joe moved closer to her side, pressing the palms of his hands against her hard nipples. Diane felt her belly muscles tighten up involuntarily. The spasm rippled down to her pussy, making her dampening cuntal folds pucker with excitement.
"Ohhh," Diane gasped, closing her eyelids and tilting her head back as she became excited by these two men working her over. Her clit began to rise steadily, slipping out of its sheath and poking its tiny red head over the soft, slippery tissue surrounding it. She moved her hand to the right and grabbed Joe's cock. He was soft now, obviously trying to drag out this sex scene as long as he could. Diane didn't want to rush either of them. The sooner they popped off, the sooner she and Janet would be metting their fate.
But the blonde was so close to coming now. She felt it was only a matter of minues before she went off.
"Please go slow," Diane begged, clenching her cuntal muscles and trapping Mike's tongue between the soft folds of her messy snatch. Mike got the message and pulled away, moving up and positioning himself for a fuck. In a second later his cock slid easily into the wet slit between her fat, hot labia. Diane's lower jaw dropped open and a gasp shot out as she felt his dickhead reaming slowly down her fuck-hole. The big blonde had driven about three inches of his cockshaft into her cunt when Diane felt her pussy muscles suddenly contract and tighten around the spearing pole.
"Shit, don't do that," Mike gasped as the blonde's snatch walls nearly strangled those hot inches of throbbing dickmeat.
"I-I can't help it," Diane admitted, forcing her muscles to relax. Mike's face reddened with excitement, knowing that he was turning the woman on. He started driving his prick into her with such force that her breath became ragged. Joe rolled her tits in his hands, slathering them with his spittle while Mike ripped her snatch with his savage fucking. He crushed her tiny mound of sex-flesh with short, sharp blows. Diane felt herself soaring toward a beautiful climax. Everything ugly about the last few days was gone. Diane didn't hink this was the last hour on earth for her. All she could imagine was her and these two studs fucking somewhere in a deserted mountain cabin. They had all the time in the world to explore each other's sexual capabilities.
"Let me get at her ass," Joe said in a thick voice.
Mike took her in his arms and rolled over sideways, never missing a stroke as he kept on slinging his dickmeat into her rubbed-raw snatch. Diane whimpered and shivered, flinging her hands over his shoulders and meeting his ferocious attacks with wild hunching of her own.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Diane groaned as Joe moved in behind her. She felt a pair of thick, wet lips licking a path across her full, fleshy butt cheeks. He. was nibbling, licking, kissing the goosefleshed creamy mounds. Diane's humping became frenzied when she felt Joe's tongue snake into her shitter, slithering up the slick shit channel while he used both hands to force her buttocks apart. She ground her teeth together and fought to keep her orgasm down. Joe sucked and licked at her shit-chute, digging his powerful fingers into her ass-cheeks and bruising her tender skin as Mike hammered mercilessly at her flattened cunt lips. Sweat poured down his forehead and into his eyes. His blonde hair was matted down to his skull as his breathing became harder and more uneven. Diane could feel his big, round, leathery balls pressing up against the bottom junction of her outer cunt lips as he pounded harder and wilder.
Joe climbed up her back, licking her hot flesh until he was nuzzling the nape of her neck. Diane cried out something incoherent when she felt the tip of his big cock push up toward her tightly puckered hole. Joe moved back and angled his thighs so his prickhead pressed against the blonde's shitter at a ninety-degree angle. Pre-cum lubed the head of his cock, running out in opaque streams from the slit in the cap. Joe spread apart Diane's ass-cheeks with both hands as he jerked his hips forward. As Diane groaned louder, Joe's dick slipped further and further between the soft ass-cheeks until it was beginning to make some headway into her bowels.
"Nooo, noo," Diane cried.
"Shut up, you little bitch. You really dig this scene, don't you? You dig gettin' fucked by two guys, especially two guys like us, don't you?" Joe taunted mercilessly. "You were so high up there on your pedestal. But you love anybody who can pull you down."
Diane wanted to scream out that he was a liar. But all she could think of now was coming. She felt her sphincter muscle give way, letting Joe's thick cock slide easily down into her ass.
"Ohhhhhh," she cried out again as she hunched forward and slid further onto Mike's hammering dick. The big blonde cried out that he couldn't hold back much longer. His face was screwed up with tension as his nuts drew up close to the base of his cock. They were so full of cum they ached.
Joe kept pushing into Diane as she tried to hunch her ass away from him. His ass moved with hers, keeping his dick firmly pressed against her trembling sphincter. Jabbing against it with tight, fast thrusts, he forced it open again. As he felt its tight grip loosen temporarily, Joe pushed forward hard. The tip of his cock penetrated the tight ass-hole deeply. Diane gasped and wailed as the two dicks slid into her body at the same time, pulling out and hammering back in with a matching rhythm that drove her crazy.
"Hurry," Diane urged, rolling her head around and alternately sobbing and laughing as she felt her ass and cunt threatening to rip apart.
Mike suddenly jerked crazily, reaching up and squeezing Diane's titties roughly as he felt his rich cum bubbling up in his cock. He pressed in as tight as he could, throwing one arm over Diane and pressing his palm down hard on Joe's back as he pulled them all together.
Joe got the signal and hammered faster at Diane's violated butt. The blonde felt her throat start to tighten up. She felt her body burning like a dry bush.
"Shit!" Joe cried out. Diane knew that he was starting to fire his cum into her bowels. She felt that thick rich jizz splashing into her gut just as Mike let go with a load from his dick. As the cum shot up Joe's fat stalk, jetting through the thick head and spurting into her shitter, he licked the back of her neck like a thirsty dog. His balls trembled as they pumped out their heavy load of cum.
Mike growled like a mad dog, digging his tongue into the woman's opened mouth as his balls ached with each massive orgasmic contraction.
As Diane felt the two cocks throbbing in both ends of her body, she felt the waves of orgasm start deep in her cum-filled pussy. Her slick snatch walls shook, clutched, and grabbed onto Mike's spurting cock. The throbbing in her belly, ass and pussy grew stronger and harder. Finally she felt herself lose control. She dug her nails into Mike's back as she threw her body forward and nearly jerked her shitter free of Joe's dick.
Diane cried out with delight as her pussy throbbed wildly for what seemed like hours. Her mind spun as she felt herself sandwiched in between those two sweaty, muscular, hairy bodies. Her breath grew shorter and raspier as the final contraction ripped through her pussy and pushed the screaming blonde into semi-consciousness.
9
"How could you do something like that with those two animals?" Janet whispered softly as Diane still lay on the wrinkled blankets. "How could you have done those filthy things with those men who-"
"Oh, shut up, Janet," Diane said irritably, feeling a mixture of emotions. Her cunt and ass-hole still tingled from the double fucking she'd received from Joe and Mike. At the same time the blonde knew that she and Janet had run out of time. Both men were satisfied sexually. Now all they had to do was take care of Janet and Diane, then settle down for a good night's sleep before getting up and getting out.
"Well, the dogs are packed and so are we," Joe said, stomping back into the cabin and looking at the two women. Janet lay on the cot, eyes opened wide with terror while Diane sat calmly on the blankets.
"Where are you taking us?" Diane asked.
"Nowhere, babe. We're gonna give you two a chance to make a run for it," Joe said, sneering at the two women as Mike walked into the cabin.
"What do you mean?" Diane asked, not believing what she'd just heard.
"Just what I said. You give a pretty wild fuck. It'd be a shame to lose something like that cunt of yours. So Mike and I've decided to give you girls a chance to show your stuff. We'll see if you're smart and strong enough to run around with us."
Diane could see they were joking. But still there was something to all this talk.
"We're gonna let you go. That's right, babe, you're free," Joe said, amused by Janet's wild stare. "We'll untie you. Then you and blondie here can just walk out of the cabin."
"What's the catch? The dogs going to be outside waiting for us?" Diane asked suspiciously. "Then you can say that wolves got to us."
Joe put his powerful hands on his hips and laughed loudly.
"Say, that's a pretty good idea. But we're really letting you two go. The catch is that we're comin' after you."
Diane looked at the two men uncomprehendingly-
"It's a kind of game. You go free, then in about five minutes we start after you. Let's just call it the big hunt."
"And if we don't want to go?" Diane asked.
"Well," Joe said, smiling mischievously at her.
"We'll go," Diane said, feeling a thrill of hope. This was the ilrst time since they'd been captive in this cabin they had a chance to escape.
"But, Diane-" Janet started.
"Shut up, Janet," the blonde whispered as Mike walked over to the brunette and untied her. The two men walked to the other side of the cabin as Janet rubbed her sore wrists and ankles.
"When do we go?" Diane asked.
"Any time you want," Joe said with a sneer on his face.
"What about clothes? You don't expect us to go running through the woods at night naked?" Diane asked as she and Janet walked like stalked animals toward the front door.
"You can't have everything. You want freedom, you've got it," Mike said, leering at Janet and Diane as they stepped through the doorway onto the porch. The blonde peered into the dark night. There was a thick layer of clouds over the sky. She could barely see the hand in front of her face as she walked down the cabin steps to the gravel drive. The tiny stones bit into the soles of her feet as she took the first few steps down the road.
"Five minutes," Joe called out from the front porch as Diane and Janet disappeared into the darkness.
"Where'll we go?" Janet wailed as they started down the drive toward the dirt road.
Diane didn't answer her friend. She felt the sense of hopelessness of the situation as she stumbled blindly through the darkness.
"Oh God, they'll use those dogs on us. And when they find us..." Janet started to say. Then the words choked in her throat as she shook her head violently from left to right and fought back the desire to break down into hysterical sobbing.
"This isn't going to get us anywhere," Diane said, stopping in the middle of the road and looking around. "We've got to outfox them. They're out to kill us. We ought to be out to get them."
"How? They've got the dogs. They've got the guns. There's no way," Janet wailed.
"We'll make a run for the cabin. We can't just stroll down the road. We'd never make it," Diane said, grabbing the brunette's right arm and pulling her down the road as the blonde broke into a wild run.
The two women sprinted down the twisting mountain way, stumbling over uneven rocks as they made their way closer to their cabin. Diane felt her lungs catch fire as she strained every muscle in her body. In the distance she could hear the barking of the Dobermans. Janet was right. Joe and Mike were going to use the dogs to track them down and probably destroy them. This was just another sick game to them. The men didn't have the slightest doubt that she and Janet would never make it off the mountain.
"Come ON," Diane said as Janet stopped behind her and fought to catch her breath. The brunette stood in the middle of the road, swaying back and forth with exhaustion as the sounds of the barking dogs drew closer with each passing second. "We can't wait."
"I'm sorry, Diane. I just can't go on," Janet said, falling to her knees and dropping her head on her chest.
"I'm not going to leave you here like dogmeat," Diane said, running back to her friend and wrapping her arms around Janet's slender waist. The brunette grunted as Diane lifted her up, then started running down the road toward the cabin. "All we have to do is get inside. We've got enough guns to hold off an army," Diane grunted as she dragged her moaning friend behind her.
The two women stumbled down the path quickly. Diane turned right on the path and suddenly caught site of their darkened cabin. She felt a shot of joy in her body as she increased her speed. Even the bulky weight of Janet's near-limp body seemed lighter as she climbed up the front steps of the porch and leaned against the front door.
"They sound like they're right behind us," Janet gasped out as Diane let go of the brunette and grabbed one of the porch chairs.
"Door's locked. We'll have to break in," Diane said breathlessly as she picked up the chair and hurled it against the front window. The sound of shattering glass filled the night air as the blonde threw the chair down on the porch and signaled Janet to follow her. "Watch for the broken glass," Diane cautioned her friend as she climbed gingerly over the bottom sill into the living room. Janet followed closely behind, moaning that she'd cut her foot on a fragment of glass.
"We'll worry about that later. Right now we've got to get those guns," Diane said as she moved quickly through the living room.
"They made it back to the cabin," Diane heard Mike scream out. The two men and the Dobermans were only a few feet behind.
"Get in here," Diane yelled out to Janet who was limping through the living room, trailing blood behind her. Just as the brunette stumbled into the bedroom behind Diane, the sound of the Dobermans springing across the broken glass on the living room floor filled the air.
"My God!" Janet cried out as Diane slammed and locked the door.
"The gun," Diane said brokenly as she pressed her right ear against the door. She could hear the Dobermans barking angrily while Joe and Mike climbed in through the shattered front window.
"They're in here somewhere," Joe cried out.
"I can't find it," Janet wailed, pulling open the drawers in the dresser and throwing clothes wildly into the air.
"Stand by the door," Diane hissed as she stumbled through the dark room and looked through the top drawer frantically.
"They're in the bedroom," the two women heard Mike cry out as the Dobermans pawed and bumped their snouts against the locked door.
"Oh God, Diane, they're coming in!" Janet cried, raising her right hand and covering her wildly beating heart.
"What happened to it?" the blonde almost sobbed as her fingers ran blindly through the empty drawer. She heard Joe and Mike running up to the door. They'd break it down in no time.
"We've got to get out of here," Diane said, running up to Janet and pulling her away from the door. "Let's move," she whispered, dragging the whimpering brunette up to the window and pushing it open.
"It's giving way," Janet cried out in a scream as she turned around and looked at the door. The frame was splintering as both Mike and Joe were ramming it with their shoulders.
"Come on," Diane urged, crawling through the window to the grass below.
"Oh God!" Janet screamed as the door crashed open. Diane ducked under the sill as the brunette pressed her bare ass against the wall and shrieked wildly. The two dogs stood spread-legged by the doorway, their jaws opened and their shark-like teeth bared as foamy spittle coated their rubbery black gums. Joe and Mike ran in, nearly stumbling over the growling Dobermans as Janet kept on screaming. She raised both arms over her face as the two men ran up to her and pushed her roughly to the floor.
Diane felt desperate and helpless as she heard her friend's screams become louder and more urgent. Carefully raising her head to the level of the sill, Diane peered into the darkened bedroom.
"Let the dogs feed," Mike said coldly, pinning Janet's struggling arms to the mattress.
"No," the girl cried out, her eyes widening in abject horror as the meaning of the man's words seared her mind. They were going to let the Dobermans tear her apart on the bed!
"Up, Bo," Joe commanded one of the Dobermans.
Diane stood up, racking her mind for something to do. If she didn't act quickly, Janet would be nothing but a mass of bloody meat on the sheets.
Looking wildly around her, the blonde saw a rock next to her foot. Moving quickly, Diane picked up the two-pound piece of stone and hurled it at the springing dog through the window. Later on Diane thought it was partly miracle, partly luck that she struck Bo in the head. She'd played a good deal of softball in high school and even in college. Besides, the bed Mike had Janet pinned on was right next to the window, so the distance Diane had to throw the rock was relatively short. Nonetheless, the blonde was surprised when the rock crashed squarely into the right side of the growling Doberman's head. Bo's unconscious body fell across the shrieking brunette as both Joe and Mike looked stunned at the apparently lifeless dog.
"What the ... " Joe started to say, turning around toward Mike and noticing Diane standing open-mouthed at the window.
"Jesus," the blonde cried out, turning around and running from the window. She heard the sounds of confused commotion as she raced for the car. Diane always kept a spare set of keys under the front seat mat.
Thank God it's open, Diane thought as she climbed into the car and locked the door behind her. She bent down and tore up the rubber mat, fishing blindly for the key. Her fingertips brushed across the cold metal tip of the ignition key, and she sighed with relief. Jerking back up, Diane saw Joe running with Ranger behind him toward the car.
"Stop!" Joe screamed out at her as Diane shoved in the key and started the engine. Shifting into first gear quickly, the blonde felt the car lurch forward. She clenched her teeth together tightly as she aimed it at the running man. "Don't. My God, no," he cried out as Diane turned on the high-beam headlights and stepped down on the accelerator. Gravel spun into the air as the car bounced swiftly toward the petrified man. Ranger barked in confusion just before the car struck him.
Diane grinned with satisfaction as she felt the big dog's bones crunching under the tires. Joe turned around and started running toward the cabin. Diane pushed the gas peddle down to the floor as the big man's right foot slammed against a rock jutting out of the ground and sent him sprawling onto the dirt.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO," Joe cried out, turning around on his back and covering his face with his right hand. At the last minute Diane realized she couldn't kill that man no matter what he'd done to her. She swerved the big Monte Carlo just in time to save Joe's life. But the left tire rolled over both the big man's legs, crushing the bones underneath as Joe filled the still night air with a roar of agony.
"God," Diane whispered to herself as she slammed on the brake peddle and brought the big car to a halt. She rested her forehead on the top of the steering wheel for a second, then looked up. She could barely make out Mike running panic-stricken down the road. Diane closed her eyelids for a second, sucking in a deep breath before she took her hands off the wheel and opened the door.
"Oh God, God," Joe moaned over and over as he lay helplessly on the ground. Blood oozed out onto the ground from the breaks in his skin caused by the jutting splintered bones.
Diane looked dispassionately at the groaning man, then turned and walked back toward the cabin. As she drew closer to the bedroom window she could hear Janet still sobbing loudly.
"It's okay, Janet. It's all over," Diane said through the window as she leaned against the side of the cabin.
* * *
"Looks like they've almost got that building finished," Diane said, wiping off a slender crystal wine goblet with a clean white towel as she peered through the front window of their shop and stared at the towering skyscraper silhouetted against the red evening sky.
"I don't even like to think about it," Janet said sullenly as she finished totaling the day's receipts.
Diane turned around and smiled at her friend. Janet had a right to be still upset from the ordeal even if a year had gone by since the trial. Both Joe and Mike had drawn twenty years for their little scheme.
"Well, it's all over," Diane said, sighing deeply as she turned away from the window and walked up to the counter. "You know, we could almost use some kind of excitement like that now. I've been so bored lately," Diane said jokingly, laughing as Janet flashed her dirty looks. Of course the blonde was joking for the most part. For the most part. Yet there was something inside her that....
"Evening paper, girls," the teenaged paper boy called out from the door as he tossed the folded newspaper at Diane.
"From the tips we give you, the least you could do it hand it to us," Diane said, catching the paper and unfolding it to the front page.
"Lots of excitement tonight," the boy said, turning around and running outside. "Jail break at the state pen," the boy called out over his right shoulder as he ran down the block to finish delivering his papers.
Diane scanned the headlines quickly. She felt her pulse quicken as she read the jailbreak story closely.
"What's wrong, Diane?" Janet asked, noticing her friend's face turn white.
"Read it. They're out," Diane said, handing the paper to Janet as she reached out and grabbed onto the front edge of the counter for support.
"Oh my God!" Janet cried out, reading that both Joe and Mike had broken out of prison. Just as she threw the paper onto the counter, the phone rang.
"You don't think...," Janet asked, looking at the ringing phone.
"It couldn't be," Diane said confidently as she walked over to the white wall phone and lifted it off the hook.
"Hello, Diane?" a familiar voice said at the other end of the line as the blonde's blood froze in her veins.
