Immoral people capitalizing on the innocence of others to achieve their goals-a story as old as man. The Bible, history books, law books-all chronicle episodes where one individual has been manipulated for the sake of another.
And when the victim is a young housewife, the story is so much the sadder...
Angie, a young housewife in this book, is the victim of immoral people. An adulteress, she finds herself caught in a complex web of depravity and perversion she never dreamed existed. And, after being forced to endure one humiliation after another, she becomes little more than an obedient animal to her captors.
DOG-RAPED WIFE-the shocking story of a woman learning the sordid truth about human nature. A story which holds a lesson for our uncaring society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"You goddamned slut!" Jack said in a gruff voice as he raised his right hand high over his head once more.
Angie snapped her head to the right, shaking the loose, long, golden-blonde hair from her eyes and looking up at hex drunken husband. Her cheeks still stung from the last slap as hot tears welled up in her blue eyes and spilled out onto her face. The young woman's jaw trembled as she raised her hands protectively to her face.
"Please, Jack. Please, don't hit me again! I swear I didn't do anything," Angie pleaded as she dug her heels into the wrinkled top sheet of their king-sized bed and scooted backward until she felt the wooden Spanish-style headboard with her naked back.
"You fuckin' little liar!" he hissed between his clenched teeth. The tall, large-framed Air Force sergeant reeled drunkenly on his feet as he stared angrily and steadily at his cringing wife. Lowering his hand, Jack wiped some spittle off his thick lips and bushy black moustache.
"I swear it. I was just laying down. I wasn't feeling well," Angie lied as she dropped her hands to her bare thighs.
The cool air in the bedroom was making her skin gooseflesh as Angie crossed her arms over her thirty-eight-inch titties. She felt a delightful tiny spasm radiate out from her nipples as she crushed them down with her forearm. That twinge seemed out of place at the moment.
Angie had been waiting for Bob Jansen, one of Jack's associates at the recruiting office, when Jack walked in and started beating her. Looking at him crouching in front of her like an animal reminded the woman why she'd separated from him four months ago and why she was going through with the divorce.
"I know what's been goin' on between you and that little fucker," Jack growled.
Her husband had never been a gentle man, even when sober. Now he looked as if he might tear her apart. His broad, bare chest heaved mightily with every deep, sharp breath he took. The thick matting of wiry body hair seemed to bristle with hatred. His black curly hair hung loosely down over his eyes, covering his thick eyebrows. Everything about Jack Hoover suggested brutal, pre-historic power. That was the thing that attracted Angie to him at first. And now it was breaking up their marriage.
"Nothing's been going on, Jack. Nothing except our divorce," Angie said more calmly. She pulled herself together, trying to act cool and relaxed. At times that attitude unnerved her husband enough to calm him down.
"To hell with our divorce. You're not leavin' me for any little twirp like that Bob Jansen," Jack said, his voice growing louder and more threatening than before.
Angie watched her husband and knew he was out of control. She'd seen him like this a few times before in their marriage. She had to weather whatever storm was brewing up in his mind. It was impossible to escape.
"You were waitin' for that little bastard, weren't you? WEREN'T YOU?"
Angie didn't answer. She could tell Jack was reading her mind. She'd just finished undressing that afternoon. But would be over in an hour, getting away from the recruiting office early to be with her. It would be another visit like all the others-hours of exciting, mind-searing sexual foreplay before he pulled her over, crawled on top of her twisting body and sank that eight-inch hot pole into her wet pussy.
Angie's heart had beat wildly with the thought of what would happen all day. When she'd heard the door open, the young blonde woman thought her lover had come early. What a surprise Angie got when she turned around and saw Jack's massive figure standing in the doorway of their bedroom and not Bob's!
Jack inhaled sharply again. His nostrils flared excitedly as his eyes narrowed.
"You thought you could just get up and walk out of my life, didn't you? Nobody, NOBODY walks out on Jack Hoover and gets away with it!" he said, staggering toward his wife.
Angie whimpered, pulling her knees up protectively to her tits as she dug the back of her head hard against the headboard. Jack placed a heavy, calloused palm on her shoulder, jerking her forward, then pushing her back with such force her head struck the board with a cracking sound. Angie sucked in a breath, afraid of the man.
"We got married forever, remember? Remember the words, babe?" he said, moving his hand around to the base of her throat.
Angie strained her eyes downward, looking terrified at the big hairy hand as its fingers crawled around her throat and started squeezing. The blonde felt her head grow light and buzzy as Jack cut the oxygen from her brain.
"Please ... you're choking me," Angie whispered as she raised her hands and started clawing at her husband's hand.
"Honor and obey, remember?" Jack continued as he applied more pressure.
Angie was frantic now. Her legs worked back and forth, digging into the mattress as her fingernails raked Jack's powerful hand. But the big man kept on choking her, sneering at her as her face started to turn blue.
"You ain't done neither, babe," he said, relaxing his grip and pushing her down to the bed.
Angie gurgled and gasped, digging her fingertips into the sheets as she fought for breath. Jack was crazy! He'd finally gone off the deep end. The marriage counselor they'd gone to for several months had told them Jack was unbalanced. But neither she nor her husband could accept it at the time. Now Angie knew it was true. And now she was at his mercy.
"Just go and leave me alone, Jack. It's no good. We both decided that a long time ago," Angie pleaded desperately as she glanced over at the bedroom clock on the nightstand. It was three o'clock. Bob would be over in an hour. If he walked in while Jack was still in the house ... Angie shuddered at the thought of what might happen.
"You decided it, babe," he said, reaching down and unbuckling his belt.
Angie slid farther over to the opposite side of the bed as she watched him unhook his light blue woolen uniform trousers and unzip the fly. His pants parted in two, then slid down to the floor. Jack stood by the side of the bed clad only in his white cotton jockey shorts now. A long, throbbing tubular protrusion pressed hard against the front of his briefs, making the soft material peak out.
Angie knew what he was after. She'd managed to keep him out of her bed for over four months. Now he was going to have her whether she wanted it or not.
"Leave me alone. You know I can't stand you," the blonde said in a thick voice of horror. Attila the Hun was gentler in bed than Jack.
"I don't give a fuck whether you want me or not, bitch! I'm gonna fuck your brains out, baby! I've been waitin' for this for a long time, and no little fucker's gonna take my place in the sack anymore," he growled, hooking his fingers around the elastic waistband and pushing his jockeys down to the floor. His blood-heavy cock swung free, swaying lazily in the air as the big sergeant stepped out of his shorts and kicked them under the bed.
Angie watched as Jack smiled sensuously at her, running his big hands over his wide, muscle-striped thighs to his lower belly. He gripped his thick, long cock, milking the flesh until drops of pre-cum started dripping out of the long piss-slit. Her husband was big, bigger than most men-certainly bigger than Bob. Angie was almost won over to submitting to him with that mammoth cunt-splitter. She watched in fascination as his right hand slid up and down the thick-shafted meat while the left slid down to his hairy, hanging balls.
"Always knew you were a cock-lover, babe. You just can't say no to my big dick, can ya?"
The words stung Angie's pride. She'd begun to feel a warmness in her pussy. The old juices had begun to flow as Jack played with himself in front of her. Her pussylips had begun to swell, filling with blood as a pleasing ache formed around her clit. Then those words, and Angie felt her pussy dampen immediately.
"Get out of here," she said in a low voice, starting to roll off the bed.
Jack was quicker, jumping onto the mattress and reaching over to her. Angie felt her scalp explode into fire as the big man grabbed her hair and yanked back. The blonde screamed out, raising her hands and clawing at the pain.
"You'll stay here until I'm good and ready to let you go," Jack growled.
Angie struggled desperately as she felt her husband's big hands paw her shoulders, then slide around her back.
"Let me go! Let me go!" she cried over and over as Jack slid on top of her.
He growled obscenities in her ears as he pressed his furry chest against her titties. Angie turned her head to one side and let out choked cries of revulsion. His rough chest sanded across her titties, crushing in the half-inch bud-like nipples as he dragged her across the sheets with his maneuvers. His fingertips dug into her flesh as he grunted like a bull in rut. She felt his knees force her legs apart while his trunk-like cock pressed her swelling cuntal mound.
In spite of her revulsion the blonde felt herself responding to Jack's rape. The movements of her hips created a subtle friction of slick cuntal walls rubbing against her rising clit. She could feel tiny, sharp, hot needle-like spasms radiating out from the red tip of her clit to all parts of her body. Her belly contracted as her titties swelled with excitement. Hot, bubbly cunt-juice frothed out from between her puffy labia, slicking down the full length of Jack's pressing cock.
Angie felt crushed, annihilated under her husband's hard, hot, hairy body. She was responding to his demanding, hard-charging fucking. Angie felt herself clutching him with her arms and thighs as he pushed against her hot, wet cunt. Her pussylips rubbed against each other, their fat slick edges being milked together by Jack's slow, crawling motions. Angie gasped as she stiffened her spine and arched her back, pressing her lithe body against Jack's.
"I knew you couldn't stop yourself, babe. You're a fuckin' nymph and you know it," Jack said, pulling his head away and looking mockingly into his wife's glazed eyes.
Angie wanted to rip his face off. She wanted to reach up and dig her sharp fingernails into her husband's eyes and tear them from his face. But all the strength she had was gone. She was weak, limp with sexual lust for the big man.
Jack reached up, pulling his big hands across her chest and up to her bloated titties. Angie cried out again as he squeezed the soft flesh, crushing it as if it were bread dough. Her nipples popped out from the force. Jack laughed, then moved his head directly over her big jugs. Lowering his mouth, the big sergeant engulfed one nipple between his lips and started sucking hard.
Angie groaned, arching her back and feeding her titty to her husband. His hot, wet tongue lashed over her nipple, making Angie respond wildly. She slid her butt-cheeks over the sheets, crying out for Jack to fuck her as he sank his strong, white front teeth into the hard nipple flesh. His hands slid down her sides to her thighs, working over the hot flesh until his fingertips crawled up to her fleshy outer labia. Angie sucked in a deep breath and held it as she felt her husband's hands spreading her cunt lips apart.
"Oh no!" the blonde groaned as she felt two calloused fingertips peel back the hot, wet, spongy outer labia and probe into her swampy box. Angie felt a strong, hot shudder rake over her body. She rolled her head from side to side, crushing the big white pillow under her as Jack groped her clitty. He rolled it gently between his thumb and forefinger like a pea, finishing up by creasing the slick, hard sex-flesh with the ragged edge of his thumbnail. Angie felt a hot, blinding pleasurable flash rip through her snatch and she thought she'd piss on the bed from excitement.
Angie cried, pulling her hands up and beating her clenched fists hard on her husband's back. The blonde, in a sudden flash of clear thought, realized what was happening. She was giving in to him, giving in to her husband. It was a thing she'd sworn she'd never do. It would just prolong a misery Angie was bound and determined to end.
"What the fuck's the matter with you?" Jack asked, pulling his head up off her titty and looking a little amazed at his wife. The big sergeant was so sure his fucking would change Angie's opinion of him. This sudden turnabout surprised him.
"I said I wasn't interested in making love with you and I meant it," Angie said in a tense voice.
"Well fuck you, babe," Jack said. "And I said I was gonna fuck you whether you liked it or not, and I meant it. Right now I don't give a fuck whether you enjoy yourself or not. That's my pussy!" Jack squeezed the mound of hot, damp cuntal curls with his right hand like an orange. A river of bubbling juice oozed out onto his fingers with the pressure. "And I'll be damned if you're gonna share it with anybody else any more!"
Jack rocked back on his heels while he clenched his fingers around Angie's waist. He pulled back, raising her from the bed and shaking her violently from side to side. The blonde cried out, feeling the bedroom reel about as her long blonde hair whipped across her face.
Jack threw her back on the bed. Angie saw from his face that he couldn't wait any longer. Flinging himself on her belly, he pried her legs apart with rough fingers. Angie shut her eyes as she whimpered with humiliation and terror.
Jack had his hands pressing down on her wrists, holding them tightly to the bed as he stretched her arms out in a crucifixion position. The hot, wet, tight feeling returned to her pussy as she heard her husband's breathing grow heavier, catching occasionally as he ground his thighs against hers.
Angie cried out with pain and delight as she felt his hipbones mash into hers. Tears oozed from under her closed lids. Her mouth looked like a tight scar. Her jaw tightened. She bit her lower lip until she could taste the warm, salty flavor of her own blood oozing back into her throat. Her tits were swollen as spasms of a strange kind of lust attacked her belly, leaping into her pussy.
Angie groaned, rolling her head once more drunkenly on the pillow as the weight of her husband pressed down on her body.
"Now, you little bitch!" Jack said.
Angie held her breath as she felt his thighs slide over hers and his knees force her legs farther apart. In a second the blonde could feel the hot, wet, slick dome of Jack's fat dick pressing against her cunt lips. It plowed through the tight, kinky cuntal curls, pushing slowly into the wet, dark-red slit between her puffy outer labia.
Angie hated to admit it, but Jack's hard dick was rubbing fresh life into her pussy. She felt the heavy juices flowing freely now from her cunt. It flooded over the wide flare of his cockhead. Her cunt was hot enough to open wide. The blonde kept telling herself her husband was an animal. He'd kill Bob if the man were to walk in now. Yet, at the same time, Angie prayed no one would come in to disturb them. Not yet, anyway.
"Ohhh, baby. And you wanna leave this?" Jack groaned as he rolled his hips, pushing his prick against the top of Angie's cuntal mound. He moved his hands up until his fingers were on her shoulders. Angie moved her thighs tighter against him.
"Ahhhhh!" Angie cried as the knob of her husband's cock pressed against her clit. The blonde rocked her ass-cheeks from side to side, raising her legs slowly until the balls of her feet bounced against Jack's humping back. That upward motion pulled the skin outward on her thighs, unsticking her cunt lips and making the blonde cry out in a whimper at the resulting tickling sensation.
"MMMMMMMmmmmm!" Angie groaned as she rolled her buttocks faster back and forth, directing the end of Jack's dickhead against one cunt lip, then the other.
The woman's clit was rolled under the pressure, sending more heat to her brain and her pussy. Angie threw her arms around Jack's broad shoulders. He didn't have to hold her down to the bed any more. He was right. She was a slave to a big cock-HIS big cock. As much as she hated him, Angie couldn't say no to her husband's fat, drooling cock.
CHAPTER TWO
Jack sucked and bit at her neck. Every touch of his mouth sent hot chills up and down her curving spine. Angie shivered with lust as she rocked her hips forward and slid the greasy slit of her cuntflesh over his cockhead. She squirmed, trying to impale her hot gash over his thick rod. But Jack pulled back, obviously enjoying teasing his wife with his dick without giving her the sexual satisfaction that her body was now demanding.
The blonde felt her throat tighten as she let out a low moan. It was the groan of sexual frustration; the sound of a woman in heat, dripping with cunt-juice, desperately wanting a long, hot, thick dick sliding in and out of her sucking pussy to satisfy the itchy ache growing in her snatch.
"Oh babe, you're hot. You're really hot, aren't you Angie? What's the matter, babe? Ain't Bob's cock keepin' you happy, hmmmmmm?"
Angie turned her face away from her husband. She didn't care about their marriage, she didn't care about Bob now. All she could think of was that hot aching sensation ripping and clawing at her cunt. She had to have that ache satisfied by someone, even an animal like Jack.
With a slight forward slide of her thighs, Angie centered her furry cunthole over Jack's flared, hot, purplish meaty cockhead. She moved her shoulders back and forth, scraping her nipples against his hairy, sweating chest. With a low, throaty moan, Angie felt Jack's cockhead pushing forward, plowing through the thick-matted forest of slicked-down cunt-hairs and splitting farther the cleft between her labia. She flattened her ass-cheeks against the mattress as a flash of hot wetness washed over her box.
It was all Angie needed. When the wide, mushroom-shaped dickhead was still pressing against the outside of her cuntal lips, the blonde felt a steamy, belly-grabbing tension starting in her crotch. She moved her hips from side to side, pressing her cunt against his prick.
"Ohhh, yeah, yeah," Jack whispered hotly as Angie's cunt screwed onto his throbbing rod.
She felt her outer labia press in, then peel back from the force of her husband's thick, fucking cock. He kept grunting, thrusting forward and upward with his greasy pole. With one big hunch, the fat cockhead popped past the barrier of Angie's outer labia, entering her inner cunt lips and roaring into her juicy hole.
Angie cried out with delight as she felt herself melting into a shapeless mass. Jack lowered his face, pulling his hands up and pressing them tightly against the sides of her head. Angie was terrified, afraid he was going to crush her skull in a fit of passion. Instead he welded his thick lips to hers, driving his tongue hard into her mouth and forcing down waves of spittle into her throat. She fought for breath as Jack's tongue dug and flicked wildly inside her mouth.
Then Jack pulled back, bringing his face tightly against the right side of her neck and flicking his tongue lavishly against her hot, sweaty flesh. Angie whimpered, resting temporarily on her husband's buried prick. The fat knob was just past the most sensitive part of her pussy. The hard ridge was stimulating the nerve-endings inside her box. Involuntarily, the blonde felt her cunt-muscles contracting, milking lightly at his dick as she kept her hips still. He groaned, then lapped at her neck and shoulders again.
Angie started writhing like a snake now. She bit her lower lip, letting out groans of painful delight as the rising heat in her cunt threatened to incinerate Jack's cock. The blonde arched her back as Jack pulled his cock outward until the flared ridge around his prickhead tugged at her outer labia. Every time Angie tried to swallow more of his prick, he shoved his cock forward until their thighs squeaked and ground together.
"Oh God, GOD," the blonde cried, throwing her legs tightly around Jack's humping thighs and locking her ankles together. She raked his back with her fingernails, scraping the flesh with those tiny knives as lust and sexual heat devoured her pussy.
"You bitch, bitch!" Jack groaned. His rancid, alcohol-smelling breath filled her nostrils as she ground her clit against him. She hated the man above her, but she loved the stretching sensation in her cunt. There was that steady beat of his cockmeat nudging her pussywalls, driving her closer and closer toward climax.
"AHHHHH!" Angie sighed again as she felt his fingers clawing brutally at her skin. She dripped sweat as Jack banged his thighs brutally against hers. The pounding movements made her legs bounce against his humping sides as she thought her cunt was being shoved up into her chest. She fought back, moving her ass in circles as she felt his prick stirring her insides like a giant churn.
Angie felt her belly swell up into a mass of sexual tension. She kept digging her fingernails into his chest, dragging her nipples across Jack's burning chest. The blonde felt her ass-cheeks cramp up, then relax as her mind and cunt spun out of control.
Jack responded by digging his fingernails into her buttocks. Angie felt all her nerve-endings being stimulated. The insides of her thighs chilled and burned alternately as the cunt-juice poured out. It squished out from her hole, lathering down his probing cock and dripping down to the wet sheets from his swinging balls. Angie felt her entire body turn into a rubbery mass of clinging fluid as her belly dissolved into a mass of growing sexual hunger.
"In! In!" Angie groaned, tossing her hips with wild abandon as her cries turned into choked, gurgling laughter.
She felt the simmering heat in her cunt grow hotter and hotter, threatening to boil over any second as Jack's cock drove faster and faster into her pussy. The room was filled with the sounds of her cries, his grunts, and the squeaking, squishing noises of his cock driving into her cunt.
Angie let out a deep, sobbing breath. Her cunt hurt from the steadily-increasing friction. An angry fire started up at the mouth of her cunt-hole. Angie's body seemed to bulge with Jack's cock, swelling up more and more with excitement. She grunted like a bitch dog being fucked in the alley, ramming her cunt onto her husband's dick.
"Cummin' babe? Gonna blow up?" she heard Jack whisper in her ear.
"Uhhhh," the blonde answered, closing her eyelids tightly and stiffening every muscle in her body as she braced for a brain-searing cum. She knew her mind would explode, blasting into millions of brightly-colored pieces. Already she could sense the catastrophic waves rippling from her cunt and making all the muscles in her bucking body brace for the spasms.
While she kicked, bit and clawed at her husband, he withdrew from her cunt, leaving Angie whimpering and teetering on the brink of orgasm.
"Why? WHY?" the blonde moaned, her legs dropping to the bed as Jack rocked back on his heels and looked angrily at his panting wife. Her cunt-hairs were slicked back with her juice and his cum. Her labia glowed angrily. Angie stared wide-eyed at him, looking more like a cornered animal than a woman. Her furry mound rumbled and trembled visibly as Jack's cock jerked up, near slapping against his flat belly.
"You think after what I found out I'm gonna take care of you like you want, bitch?"
Angie groaned, rolling her head back and forth again.
"I don't care, don't care," she babbled, rubbing her thighs together quickly to get some friction for her clit. She was going to cum with or without her husband's cock. She had to. The tension, the hot ache was driving her crazy. She had to get off somehow ... right now!
"No, you don't," Jack said, reaching down and forcing her legs apart. At the same time he moved to one side of the bed, sliding his hands under her thighs and rolling her to the edge.
"No, not that way! Oh God, it hurts me so! Please, Jack, not that way!" Angie begged as he rolled her onto her belly.
"That's just why I'm gonna do it," the big man said, crawling between her legs again and spitting onto his palms.
Angie sobbed out, digging her knees into the soft mattress as she turned her face to the right and buried her cheeks in the pillow. She felt Jack put his hand down on her ass-cheeks, running the hot palm over her flesh. The hot ache still burned in her pussy and made her hunch down into the mattress for some kind of relief. A fold of the topsheet pushed into her opened pussy and touched her cunt.
"I'm gonna fuck you, Angie. I'm gonna bury my dick up your ass and pump you full of jizz. I'm gonna make you sorry you ever heard of Bob Jansen and his fuckin' dick. After it's done, you're gonna belong to me again. And if I ever see you with somebody else, this is gonna feel like a picnic," Jack growled.
He spread her butt-cheeks apart. Angie shivered as she felt a rush of cool air blow into the tight crack running between her high-riding buttocks. The smooth, shining flesh was dimpled with goose bumps as Jack ran his fingers up and down the narrow crevice. When he reached her tight shitter, the blonde cried out with fear. He moved his calloused fingertip around the brown wrinkled flesh lightly, toying with his wife's ass-hole. Slowly he pushed his forefinger down into the tiny slit, forcing the puckered skin around the hole inward. Angie cried out again in fear as she felt hot flashes rip across her buttocks. The finger disappeared up to the first joint. "Like it, baby?"
Angie knew that Jack realized how horrified she was of ass-fucking. He'd tried it one or two times with her before-once with her willing, once as a near-rape. Both times she managed to get him off her ass and back into her pussy. Nothing more than a finger had ever penetrated her bunghole.
"No, don't!" the blonde wailed.
Jack ignored her, shoving his finger farther into the tight hole. Angie jerked her head up, crashing it back down onto the pillow as he buried the finger up to his knuckle. He sneered as he watched her body writhe painfully on the wrinkled sheets. Her fingers clawed at the crushed pillow as the sounds of her sobs filled the room.
"Gonna rape that tight ass," Jack said in a throaty whisper. "Gonna fuck you silly, babe."
Angie cried out again as she felt her husband ease forward, nudging the spit-slick tip of his blunt-headed cock into position. His hands pressed in against her sides as he slid the full length of his cock back and forth along her asscrack. He was enjoying her terror, relishing her fear and revulsion as he probed her buttocks with his throbbing prong.
"Feel good, baby? Does Jack's big ol' dick feel good on your ass? Ummrnm, it feels good to me, honey. Oh yeah, that warm, smooth flesh of yours against my prick sure feels good," he crooned, moving his hands under her thighs.
His fingers clawed at her skin, moving inward more and more until the blonde could feel his fingertips pressing against her cunt lips. Involuntarily Angie raised her thighs, pressing her asscrack harder against Jack's dick while she gave his fingers more room.
The big man took the hint, slipping his hands completely onto her cuntal mound. His fingers peeled back her blossoming pussylabes, crawling over the hot-slick membranes until they found her tiny stiff clit shaft. Angie groaned loudly as the familiar shocking spasms rippled through her torn pussy once more.
"Ohhhhh," Angie cried as she felt Jack's fingers clawing her snatch.
"Yeah, babe, yeah!" Jack said as he positioned himself for the fucking.
Angie squirmed, futilely trying to get away. He was thrusting forward, meeting the resistance of Angie's tight bunghole. The woman instinctively clenched her ass muscles together as she felt the hot, greasy dickhead trying to force its way into her bowels.
Jack realized what his wife was doing. He dug his fingers deeper into her squishy, messy pussy, thumbing her clit once more. Angie cried out and relaxed her ass-muscles as a wild spasm swept over her cunt.
That was all the big man needed. He hunched his muscular hips forward quickly, sinking the first inch of his cockhead into Angie's ass.
Angie sucked in a ragged breath. An indescribable pain exploded in her ass, radiating around to her pussy. She felt as if Jack was splitting her body apart. She could hear his heavy, uneven breathing above her as she let out choked, gurgling sounds of agony. Her fingertips dug frantically into the pillow as she tried to muster enough energy to shriek out her pain.
"Fuckin' Jesus, you're tight. Guess ol' Bob ain't been able to get on the Hershey Bar Expressway either. That's one hole I'm up on him," Jack said, his voice breaking into light laughter as he grunted once more and shoved down.
Angie's body jerked convulsively. The woman's face wrinkled up, showing the pain searing her ass as another inch of Jack's dick sank into her butt. Angie felt her belly tighten up, then turn over as her ass-hole seemed to catch fire. Her teeth rattled as Jack pushed, grunted and shoved. At the same time the big sergeant fingered his wife's clitty.
"No, no!" Angie sobbed, kicking her legs frantically against the mattress. Jack stopped that by sliding his hairy legs over hers, trapping her completely with his heavy, muscular body.
"Take it all," he said, laughing derisively as he dropped down completely onto her, sinking the full ten inches of his hard cock into the blonde's shitter. Angie felt the world blowing apart into billions of pieces. Her bowels were stretched to the point of ripping. She nearly passed out from the pain as Jack lay quietly on top of her, fingering her clit-shaft and muttering obscene phrases in her ears.
But slowly the pain seemed to ease as her sphincter muscle stretched to accommodate the thick intruder. Jack sensed Angie's changed attitude and started fucking her.
"Oh, oh!" the woman cried with each downward thrust. Her shit-chute burned with a new kind of pleasure-like the kind she'd felt while shitting after having eaten a spicy meal. At the same time her cunt was glowing hot, fingered back up to cumming intensity by Jack's scraping fingers. He clawed and pulled at her pussy membranes, scraping the tip of her throbbing clitty with his fingertips as he fucked her ass-hole.
Almost automatically Angie felt herself fucking back, pressing her violated ass against her husband's hairy groin and welcoming the invading prick. Her ass-hole felt as if it were being shredded to pieces by that big cock. But the woman didn't care. Her entire body had become one big sexual organ.
Angie sobbed uncontrollably. She humped up against the pounding cock, then down onto her husband's digging fingers. The bed squeaked and groaned as she felt herself rocketing up to climax.
Suddenly she felt Jack's body stiffen above her, then press down like a vise as he shouted something into her ears. He was cumming, blasting her ass with his vile jizz. The massive thrusts of the cum-spurting dick seemed to grow harder with each passing second. Angie felt her belly ballooning up with the rush of her husband's spunk. She felt her cuntwalls grip down on his fingers at least three times for every wad shooting from his meaty knob.
"Fuckin' bitch. Goddamned fuckin' bitch! You want it, don't you? Always wanted it," Jack muttered as he bit down into her neck and fired more spunk into her bowels.
Angie felt herself become all cunt. She was wet, hot and clenching in every cell of her body. She milked at his fingers, bouncing up and down on the bed as she felt something hot, wet and sticky spill out of her ass-hole and ran down her thighs to the wrinkled sheets below. It was Jack's jizz. He must have been saving up all this time for her. She was washed over with the thick, white liquid.
The idea of all that cum drove Angie crazy. Everything disappeared except the sensations of the cock in her ass and the hard, calloused hands clenching on her cuntal membranes. Her head snapped back as she crushed her titties into the mattress. Her cunt was finally wracked by furious blasts of her cum. She cried wildly, sobbing, laughing, choking like a madwoman as the relief she'd looked for all this time finally came.
CHAPTER THREE
"And you pretendin' to be such a sweet wife when we were livin' together," Jack said scoffingly as he finished tying his shoes.
Angie lay silently on the bed, her knees curled up to her chest in a kind of fetal position as she watched her husband dress. Jack stood up from the bed, bending down to pick up his shirt. As he slipped it onto his broad shoulders, he looked at her and laughed again.
"The only cock you're gonna have is this one," he said, finishing buttoning his shirt, then reaching down and patting his fly. "And you try anything funny from now on, and the Night Riders might have something to say about it," Jack said warningly as he tucked in his shirt.
Angie felt a cold chill run up and down her spine.
"What do you know about them?" the blonde asked, raising her torso up from the bed and looking at her husband with terror. She'd heard about the Night Riders in this county. They were a leftover from the old Klan that had been broken up by local authorities several years ago.
"Don't ask too many questions, babe. It's healthier for you," Jack said, narrowing his eyes and looking threateningly at her. His tanned, pock-marked face glared evilly at her. With his black curly hair and thick, bushy moustache, Jack looked like the devil incarnate who'd come snooping into her bedroom.
"Please leave me alone. It's no use, Jack. We can't make a go of it. Let's just split. You can have any woman in this county," Angie said desperateiy-
"I don't want any broad. I want you, babe, and I'm gonna have you one way or the other," he said meaningfully as he turned and walked out of the room. "And you can tell Bob not to come here any more. I'll know if he does. And believe me, babe," Jack said, turning his head around and looking at her over his right shoulder, "it'll go fuckin' hard on you both."
Angie lay quietly on the bed, not daring to move a muscle as she heard her husband walk quickly through the house and out the door. The blonde stayed still for several minutes until she was sure Jack had gone.
Quickly Angie threw her legs over the edge of the bed, staggering to her feet and walking carefully through the hall into the living room. Her ass still ached from the ass-fucking Jack had given her. Picking up the phone, she dialed the number of the recruiting office. Bob answered the phone.
"Hi, Angie. I was just getting ready to leave. I've just got a few-"
"Don't come. Please don't come over," she pleaded. The blonde held onto the phone desperately, wanting Bob to come over and comfort her. But Jack's warning still rang in her ears. She knew he meant business.
"What's wrong?" Bob asked, his voice filled with concern.
"It's Jack. He knows about us. He's threatened me-and you-if we ever meet again. Oh God, don't make me tell you what he did to me," Angie choked out. She felt her knees turning to rubber as she thought of her husband's words and the look he gave her.
"I'll be right over," Bob said, hanging up quickly before Angie could say another word.
"Don't! DON'T!" she cried loudly into the receiver. It was too late.
Sobbing, the blonde hung up the phone and walked defeatedly into the bedroom. The Night Riders! Was Jack a member? She wouldn't put it past him. Ever since they were transferred from Edwards Air Force Base in California to this tiny recruiting office in Tologa, Mississippi, Jack had been acting funnier than usual. There were meetings he said he had to go to at night. But when she called the office he wasn't there. Strange calls came in asking for her husband, then hanging up quickly when Angie said he wasn't there.
And there were the actions of the Night Riders themselves. They dressed in the old garb of the
Klan-long white robes with hoods covering their faces. like the Klan they terrorized Blacks, Catholics, Jews-any minority group that fell under their loose definition as dangerous to this country's existence.
Besides the usual reign of terror practiced regularly on minority groups, the Night Riders also took the law into their own hands whenever they chose, punishing the supposed wrong-doer in their own way. Angie walked up to the bed and sat down, gathering the bedspread around her protectively as she thought about Candy Doyle and what had happened to her.
Supposedly the woman had been caught cheating on her husband. Whether or not it was true, the Night Riders decided she had to be taught a lesson. One night a pack of cars drove up to the Doyle house. Candy's husband was "gone," though everybody later guessed he was one of the Riders present that evening. The hooded men broke into the home, dragging the woman screaming and kicking outdoors and into one of the cars.
The following morning the sheriff found Candy walking half-naked along the main highway. Her clothing was badly ripped and burned. What they found on her body still made Angie's skin crawl with horror. There were animal scratch marks on her thighs and bruises and cuts all over her flesh. Whip marks and welts dotted her skin. The woman remained in shock for three days. When she finally snapped out of it, all she could do was scream and scream.
That was over one year ago. To the best of Angie's knowledge, Candy was still screaming-in the state mental hospital.
After that episode the Night Riders stopped making their usual raids on the helpless and unsuspecting. Their violence had attracted the attention of both the state and federal authorities. With the cessation of the terrorism, Jack began spending more time at home.
That's when Angie noticed the change in him. Jack had never been a gentle man. Now he turned into an animal, hurling her around the room at the slightest provocation. Finally Angie told him she couldn't take it any more. With the help of the police and Bob, she threw him out of the house. A call to Jack's commanding officer assured Angie he'd stay away from her.
Or so she thought. After a while Bob Jansen called and asked how she was taking the separation. Bob and Jack had served together in
California and were transferred within one month of each other to this post. Lonely, hurt and confused, Angie broke down over the phone. That was the first night Bob came over-the first in a long string of them.
How Jack found out about it wasn't too difficult to find out. Though she and Bob tried to keep their relationship a secret, Angie was sure the neighbors saw. It would only take one call to her estranged husband to set him off. Now he was threatening her with the Night Riders. Would they start up their campaign of terror again? If so, was she going to be their first target?
Angie raised her hands and rubbed her upper arms to drive away the child of horror settling in them. She thought of Candy and the condition they found her in.
Angie groaned, rising to her feet and staggering to her clothes closet. She pulled out a flowered silk robe, slipping it over her slender shoulders and tying it tightly to her narrow waist. Closing the door, Angie stepped back and examined herself in the mirror. Although she was in her late twenties, the blonde realized she'd still kept her delicate, porcelain-like teenage features she'd had when she was fifteen. Her eyes were narrow-almost cat-like-and blazed a clear blue under her narrow, high-arching eyebrows. Her whitish-blonde hair fell in supple waves over her wide forehead and onto her shoulders.
Angie turned slowly to the right, keeping her eyes on the reflection as she smoothed down her gown with both hands and pulled it tightly over her hanging titties.
The blonde sighed, turning from the mirror and walking slowly in the living room. She had to get away from this town. Angie swore she wasn't about to wind up cracked and shattered like Candy.
She sat down on the sectional facing the door, staring blankly at the curtained window and wondering what she could tell Bob. How could she tell him they couldn't see one another? They'd shared so much together. They even talked of marriage after the divorce was final. Now Angie had to get out of town to save the two of them. Either that, or go back to Jack. That alternative sent chills up and down her spine. She'd rather wallow in a sea of shit the rest of her life rather than live one more day with that maniac. Just the thought of what he'd done to her a few minutes ago and that crazy look he flashed her sent chills of terror up and down her spine.
Angie was involved with these thoughts for almost a half hour when she heard footsteps on the front steps. At first the blonde cringed instinctively, pushing her ass against the back of the couch as she raised her hands and clutched the edges of her gown together.
Then Angie recognized the footsteps as Bob's.
Angie sprang to her feet, letting out a cry of joy as she ran to the door and pulled it open.
"Hi, honey. What's going on?" Bob asked as he stepped into the living room.
Angie slammed the door shut, flipping the lock and slipping on the chain bolt. The blonde felt her body starting to shake and quiver again. Angie ran up to her lover, throwing her arms around his thick waist and hugging him tightly as she struggled to get control of herself.
"Hey, baby. You're shaking all over. What's happening around here?"
Angie closed her eyes and let out a long, shuddering breath.
"It's Jack. He knows about us and he's threatened to kill you ... and me, I guess," Angie said, pulling away and looking up at him. His brown eyes shone with concern as he bit his lower lip thoughtfully.
Angie lifted her right hand and ran her trembling fingers through his tightly-curled brown hair. Bob was Jack's age but looked five years younger. He was clean-shaven and smooth-skinned. like his former friend, Bob had a powerful physique. But unlike Jack Bob radiated a sense of quiet power, not the brutal destructiveness of Angie's husband.
"I guess it was bound to happen sooner or later," Bob said, breaking away from Angie and leading her by the hand back to the couch. "I figured he'd find out about us. I put in for a transfer," he said as they sat down together. "It's already been approved by the CO. I'm going back to Edwards in California. Angie, I want you to come with me," Bob said, taking both her hands in his and caressing the backs of her hands with his thumbs. The blonde closed her eyes and inhaled sharply.
"Oh Bob, Bob, that's the best news I've heard in a long time. Of course I'll go with you. But I don't want to be around this town any longer than I have to. I'm telling you Bob, Jack means business. If he ever thought I was going to leave town..." Angie sobbed, then leaned forward and rested her forehead on Bob's right shoulder.
"It's all right, baby, it's all right," Bob said, stroking the back of her neck gently as he kissed the side of her face.
Angie felt the need for his body-for his stiff, thick cock-rise in the pit of her belly. After that brutal ass-rape of Jack's, the blonde needed the loving moves of Bob Jansen.
"Please, Bob," Angie said as she grabbed Bob's right hand and drew it to the parted edges of her gown.
"Angie," he whispered softly, sliding his hand under her gown. His hands moved slowly across her hot flesh, caressing the smooth, downy skin until they pressed against the sides of her swelling titties.
The blonde inhaled sharply and held her breath, closing her eyes and tilting back her head as she felt Bob slide his fingers lightly over her boobs. She felt him running his calloused fingertips over her half-inch long red nipples. Angle's heart skipped a beat when Bob took the right nipple between the first two fingers of his right hand, squeezing it playfully while rolling it back and forth. The blonde's knees fell apart as she relaxed limply against the back of the couch.
Her gown was fully opened now, hanging loosely from her shoulders as she rolled her head slowly on the back of the couch. Her body was on lire. Angie felt her toes curl up and tingle with every touch of Bob's hands. Her fingers fanned out and dug into the couch cushions as the fire in her pussy burned hotter with each passing second.
Bob leaned over and slid his lips over Angie's, forcing them open with his tongue while he moved his left knee over her left leg and pushed it up to her steamy crotch. The rough wool of his blue trousers tickled the hot, sensitive flesh of Angie's inner thighs. The blonde felt spasms of sexual quivers rake over her snatch as Bob moaned into her mouth.
"I can't take it, Angie. I can't run away and leave you alone. Please, just this once. Just this once," Bob begged, sliding his lips down her throat.
The blonde groaned back something unintelligible as she felt his warm spittle dribbling down her neck. At the same time Bob took both her tits in his hands, squeezing and forcing the hard nipples to pop out.
"Yes, oh yes," Angie hissed, grinding her buttocks against the rough blue material of the couch. The subtle friction resulting from this gentle rubbing motion stretched her cunt lips, making them rub over her unsheathing clit.
"I'll take you here, honey. I'll fuck you on the couch. I don't want to fuck you in your husband's bedroom," Bob said, pulling reluctantly away and rising to his feet.
Angie lay at an angle against the back of the couch, peering up at him. Her gown was wide open now, exposing her pink, stiff nipples and the wet blonde patch of cuntal curls growing thickly around her cuntal mound.
Bob stared down at her, raising his hands and fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. He knew her clit was erecting. He knew her pussylips were swelling, peeling back slowly and exposing her trembling hole.
Angie reached up to wipe the fresh beads of sweat from her forehead. She could feel her face flushing furiously as Bob opened his shirt and pulled it off his broad shoulders. The blonde felt her heart pounding wildly, threatening to rip through her flesh.
Unlike Jack's body, Bob's was smoothly contoured. There were no bulging muscles, rope-like veins pressing against rough, tanned skin; no matting of body hairs threatening to sand across her sensitive flesh.
Angie inhaled deeply, raising her torso up slightly and pulling off her gown. She wanted Bob with every inch of her body. The blonde shifted position slightly, rubbing her long legs together as she lay down on the couch and waited for her man to undress.
Bob unfastened his trousers quickly, bending down and sliding off his shoes and socks and finally stepping out of his uniform pants. Angie could see the long bulge in his white jockey shorts. Another sharp breath told her she could smell her own cunt-juice. The blonde raised her hands and trailed her fingertips lightly across her belly. Her hands were trembling so much, she could hardly control their movements.
"Oh, hurry," Angie said, her voice low and shaky with lust. The surprising tenor of her voice shook the woman, made her realize just how horny she was.
Angie felt deliciously wicked as she watched Bob slip his thumbs under the elastic waistband and push down his briefs. A white band of skin appeared just below his navel as he shoved the jockeys down to his knees. Angie moaned as she watched his bush of cockhairs come into view. She didn't know how many times she'd seen it. But every time she did, the blonde felt like some teenaged virgin about to get her first fuck behind the barn from her boyfriend.
Bob slipped his shorts past his cockhead, freeing his long prick as he finished undressing. Angie knew his dick wasn't as long as Jack's, nor as thick. But it certainly filled her pussy enough. And he knew just how to bump it against her clit to rub her crazily up to a roaring climax. His cock stuck out of his flat, hairy groin at a right angle-a smooth, narrow spear of sexual power unblemished by knobby veins or a wrinkled ugly foreskin. The head was rounded except at the base where it flared out like a mushroom cap.
The big man stepped out of his briefs and walked back to the couch. Angie followed him with her eyes, praying to God that this fucking session would last all night. Little did Bob or the blonde realize this would be their last pleasant moment together for a long, long time.
CHAPTER FOUR
Angie felt a tidal wave of lust sweep over her body as Bob pressed his right knee against the couch cushion. He towered over her, a mammoth mass of masculine power and desire. His cock throbbed, jerking in time to his pulse, as his balls screwed up tighter and tighter to the base of his prong.
The blonde felt a tight, tingling feeling growing stronger in her cunt. She wanted to throw back her head and yowl like a cat in heat. Instead she relaxed, moaning as if in pain as Bob brought his other knee down between her legs and slowly lowered his body down to hers.
In seconds they were glued to one another, grabbing, hunching, writhing together as their lips welded to one another. The room was filled with the sounds of their flesh grinding and their spittle-filled mouths spilling into each other. Angie felt the room spinning around her drunkenly as she gave herself completely up to Bob Jansen.
She could feel the full length of his dick pressing down into her wet slit, forcing the outer labia farther apart as his fat balls rubbed up and down the narrow band of flesh between her cunt-hole and her shit-chute. The blonde felt her titties being mashed by Bob's big chest, the nipples crushed in by the weight of his body as his fingers dug hard into her flattened thighs.
Bob tore his mouth off hers, planting his lips hard on her neck and tearing at the hot flesh as Angie gasped crazily for breath. Her mouth was as dry as cotton. Her lungs felt as if they'd been scorched by fire as she inhaled sharply and whimpered with every breath.
The blonde dug her fingernails into Bob's humping back, sliding them downward until she could feel the muscular rise of his powerful buttocks. A chilly thrill rippled through her body as Bob arched his back in response to the sharp raking she was giving it.
"Take it easy, baby. I want some flesh left over when we're through," he panted in her right ear, humping down and driving his dick against her rambling cuntal mound.
"I can't help it! Can't help it!" Angie panted as she relaxed her arms and dropped them helplessly to her sides.
Bob slid down her body until his mouth was near her heaving titties. Quickly the big man raised his hands, taking her right tit gently between his fanned fingers as he lowered his head and cupped his lips around the large reddish brown areola.
Angie cried out in a loud whimper, closing her eyes and biting down hard on her lower Up as she felt the hot wetness of Bob's mouth engulf her nipple. He sank his front teeth gently into the taut flesh he kneaded the spongy flesh with his fingers.
Angie felt herself going wild. Her pussy opened, then shut tightly as the tightness between her legs increased. Her belly contracted. The blonde whimpered and whined, rolling her trembling body back and forth like a boat tossed by a wild sea as Bob kept on sucking and tonguing and biting her nipple.
When Angie thought she couldn't take any more, Bob switched tits, doing the same to her other boob. At the same time the big man pushed his knees forward, forcing them against the undersides of her legs and thus pushing them gradually into the air.
Angie relaxed as best she could as she felt her thighs slowly being pushed upward. Her cuntal lips unstuck, pulling apart from the upward pressure and letting in a cool blast of air that chilled her pussy walls. Excitement raged in her body.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she moaned, rolling her head back and forth on the pillow behind her head.
Bob didn't answer her. He finished mouthing her titties, pulling his lips off her boob and starting to lick her chest and belly. Angie cried out, bouncing her ankles off the big man's shoulders as she felt the spittle cooling on her hot flesh. Bob lapped at her skin. She cried out, raising her hands and dragging her fingers over the wet skin.
Angie trembled as Bob's mouth inched closer and closer to her pussy. He was going to eat her! He was going to press those wonderful lips against her swollen labia and drive his hot, wet tongue into her swampy box! Angie babbled happily, spreading her thighs farther apart to accommodate the big man.
"My cunt, pussy, pussy," she purred hotly as Bob's lips chewed lightly at her cuntal curls. The gentle pressure his mouth made against her pubic hairs sent the blonde into spasms of pre-orgasmic contractions. Her cuntal walls squeezed shut, milking out a rivulet of hot juice as the big man toyed with Angie's pussy.
Bob moved his hands around from her thighs, pushing them inward until she could feel his fingertips just at the edges of her pussylips. Angie whimpered again, pushing her ass up to the beautiful squeezing sensation she felt as Bob curled his fingers downward against her snatch membranes.
The blonde cried out, her cry ending in a sobbing moan. Angie was on fire, running with hot lava, bubbling over with slippery, warm cunt juice. She could feel Bob rubbing her pussylips together now. The delicate membranes were being heated by this friction. Additionally Angie could feel them running over her clit, rubbing that tiny mound of sparking sex flesh higher and higher toward climax. She dug her fingers hard into the couch cushions, wanting to rip the material apart with her bare hands.
Then Bob treated himself to the feast, plunging his lips into the swampy mess between Angie's legs as he kept on squeezing her box with his fingers. The blonde's breath caught as she flickered open her eyelids and gaped in surprise. Her fingers worked desperately over the cushion material as Bob closed his lips over the hot labia, trailing the tip of his tongue along the long slick gash oozing pussy juice.
"Ahhhh," Angie sighed as she felt Bob push his tongue between the tight line dividing her cunt lips.
As the blonde exploded, he shoved up higher and higher until his nose was burrowing like a furry little animal into her pussy. Angie cried out again when it touched her clit.
Bob grunted with pleasure as his tongue scraped around the narrow tight passage. He sopped up her flowing pussy juice, licking her raw as he pulled her legs farther apart with his big hands. His fingers held her wide open while his thumbs worked over her tight sphincter. As Angie gasped, moaned and twisted under him he pushed the tip of his right thumb up her ass.
The sudden memory of Jack and what he'd done to her flashed across her mind. Angie screamed, closing her legs tightly over Bob and trying to scoot out from under him.
"Don't, don't do that! Please!" the blonde shrieked.
"Easy, easy honey," Bob said, pulling his thumb out of her ass and caressing her full, fleshy assglobes with his fingers. Angie relaxed once more, sighing with relief as she gave herself back up to the big man.
"Just fuck me, Bob. Oh God, just fuck me!" Angie pleaded, twisting her body from left to right as Bob slurped up her flowing juices.
He seemed happy just where he was, his tongue lapping her fat labia. Angie was enjoying the hot, wet sensation he gave her with his lips and tongue. But right now she wanted something more. Her body ached for his long cock inside her. She was through with all this foreplay. It was time for fucking.
Bob sensed her urgency. The big man pulled his mouth off her hot pussy, reaching up and pulling several curly cuntal hairs from between his front teeth before edging back up Angie's slithering body. The blonde welcomed him, moaning happily as she felt the weight of his smooth body crush her down into the cushions again.
"Fuck, fuck!" Angie babbled again as she felt Bob's hands reach under her thighs and pull them upward. His knees were pushed into position between her legs, pressing hard against the opened crack of her rounded ass. He shoved his cockhead down against the swollen lips of her cunt. Angie rolled her ass back and forth on the couch, pushing hard against him as she held her breath for the initial thrust. Her clit throbbed expectantly as her brain burned with lust.
Bob hesitated for a second, looking down at the panting blonde heatedly. Then he pushed forward with his smooth, muscular ass. He rocked his body from side to side, working his meaty cockhead inside. As the fat tip slid in, Angie's pussylips closed tightly over it. Bob's big, long shaft was outside, throbbing wildly. It waited to be shoved into the dark pink hole of her begging body.
Angie moaned again, unable to say or think about anything. Bob twisted his body around more so she could feel his dick working. The spongy head reamed out the tight juicy passage, pushing farther and deeper into her body. His cockshaft disappeared inch by inch as Angie's brain burned.
"Ohhh," she begged as she felt her pussy being shaped into a long tunnel.
Angie's snatch swallowed Bob's fat sausage as the big man raised his hands and fingered her titties once more. Angie rocked her body as much as she could. Bob was tweaking her nipples, crushing the hard flesh and kneading her titties roughly as he screwed his cock deeper and deeper into Angie's pussy.
The blonde moaned louder as her head thrashed wildly on the pillow behind her. Strands of her long, blonde hair clung to her dampened forehead as her nostrils flared with desire.
Angie felt the pressure rising in her cunt as Bob shoved deeper in her. She wanted to feel all of Bob's dick inside. The big man rolled down on top of her, squeezing her, pushing her down while he finished jacking his rod up inside her humping, begging body. Angie reached up and locked her fingers tightly around his thick waist, pulling him down onto her titties as Bob finished his initial thrust.
Bob rested for a second, panting heavily, resting his chin on her right shoulder. Angie felt her cunt blossoming and exploding under the steady beat of her lover's pussy-embedded cock. Every pore of Angie's body drank in the sweat and heat radiating from Bob's flesh.
"Oh God, you feel so good," Angie crooned as Bob tightened his thigh muscles and started to drag his dick up out of her pussy. The blonde caught her breath again, feeling as if he were pulling her insides out with him.
"You're tight, Angie. Tighter than the last time I was with you," Bob grunted out, rotating his ass and reaming out her pussy with his fat dickhead.
"It's been too long, too long," Angie said, her mind flashing back again to the events of a few hours ago.
"It won t happen again, baby. I'm gonna take care of that snatch every night from now on. This dick's gonna plow through your pussy all the time now, Angie," Bob panted as his dickhead almost cleared free of her clinging pussylips.
He moved his body slowly from side to side, then slid it up and down, bumping the wide head against her clit.
Angie opened her mouth and let out a cry. Her body seemed to spark with electricity as sweat suddenly poured from her skin. She felt a strange hot wetness on her feet, below her titties, and all around her cunt. She was going to come. She could feel a hot, tight knot growing quickly deep in her belly. There wasn't anything she could do to stop it.
"Cumming!" Angie cried out.
Bob's iron-hard rod burned back into her, spearing like a weapon into her body. His hips worked, shoving that dick like a piston. Finally Bob had every inch crammed into her cunt. He was lying on top of her body again, drinking in the feel of Angie's hot, slick pussy walls pressing tightly against the throbbing sides of his cock.
Angie cried out again as she felt his dickhead throbbing far up in her trembling body. She felt she could cum this way, blow apart in a billion orgasmic pieces without either of them moving an inch.
"Ohhh," Angie groaned as she felt Bob shift his weight slightly. That shift moved the fat root of his buried cock hard against her clit. Angie spread her legs as wide as she could, silently asking for the impossible-more cock.
"Like it, babe?"
"In God's name, I'm gonna cum!" Angie panted out as she felt herself teetering on the brink. The room faded away under a red film of excitement as passion took over her body.
"Feel good now?" Bob repeated, sliding his slick pole once more out of her hole, pausing on the upstroke for a second, then shoving in hard and fast.
Angie felt the fast rushing of his cock as it ripped through her loosening cunt. Her muscles clamped down hard, threatening to cut Bob's spearing dick in two.
The big man grunted with satisfaction, struggling upward and rotating his muscular ass again. This motion relaxed her pussy muscles as he dragged his dick out to the flanged tip once more. Angie cried wildly, clenching her fingers together tightly and beating on his shoulders. The tight ache was unbearable in her pussy. The pleasurable throbs racking her snatch were almost becoming painful now. Her nipples throbbed. Hot, stinging sweat trickled into her eyes as her body struggled and writhed under Bob's hammering body.
The sounds of their bodies slamming and squeaking together echoed off the walls of the living room as their mutual gasps turned into choked sobs and groans.
Bob plunged back into her again, then up. This time the big man didn't stop. He kept going, slamming harder and faster. His weight shook her as he hunched his way into her body over and over. The blonde grunted with the force of his shoves. Her pussy was being stretched wide open by the working of his strokes. His cock seemed to swell wider and wider, stretching her open until she felt as if she was breaking apart.
"Ohhhhhh," Angie groaned as a flash of wet fire raced through her body. Her arms swung up and circled her lover's neck. Her ass was grinding up in tight circles to meet him, her entire body clutching him as he fucked her wildly.
"Getting close, Angie? Gonna cum?"
The blonde couldn't answer the question. Bob had picked her body up off the couch, holding her titties tightly to his chest while he hammered his cock home for cumming. Bob started shouting as he worked his thick-muscled hips like pile drivers.
Then the explosion came. It spread up from somewhere deep in her belly, then radiated out to her pussy and her ass. Her nipples sputtered as if sparks of electricity shot out of the pointy ends into the air. Every muscle in her body tightened up into orgasmic tenseness.
"Now!" Bob shouted.
The word triggered off their mutual orgasm. Angie whimpered, then cried out, as her cunt gripped Bob's spurting dick. She could feel that first hot, sticky wad of jizz spatter against her cunt walls. There was a painful/pleasurable contraction ripping her box as the thick muscles surrounding her pussy shut tight around her lover's dick. The jets of his jizz scalded into her, burning her up so much she lost control.
"AHHHHHHH!" she shrieked, clawing, digging, thrusting under Bob's body as every nerve-ending seemed to sparkle with lust. It felt as if all the pain and problems of the past disappeared instantly under this incredibly all-encompassing cum. Her arms and legs ached with tension as they pressed harder and harder against Bob's jerking body.
The two of them moaned and thrashed together, unaware of the time that had passed since they began their screwing.
Angie was the first to notice how dark it was in the room. The ripples tearing away at her pussy had subsided, replaced by a warm, loving glow.
"Oh, what time is it?" she asked as Bob's body relaxed against hers. Their breathing slowly became more normal. The big man buried his face into the nape of Angie's neck, kissing the hot, sweaty skin gently as he mumbled: "Who the fuck cares?"
It was only then when Angie realized someone was standing on the front porch of her house peering in through the half-opened window.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Bob! Someone's out there," Angie said, her heart beginning to beat with fear as she strained her eyes and peered into the darkness.
A faint ray of white moonlight streamed into the living room, giving all the furniture a ghostly silver glare as Bob groaned and nestled more comfortably against her body.
"Please, I'm sure I saw something," Angie insisted, hating to give up the pleasure of having Bob rest against her. But her husband's threats still rang in her ears. If he ever caught Bob in that house again ... Angie shuddered as she remembered the savage look on Jack's face just before he turned and walked out of their bedroom. Then her mind flashed to the Night Riders and what they did to Candy.
"Come on, baby. It's just your imagination,"
Bob said, reaching up and gently stroking her arm.
Angie still peered at the window. No one was there. Bob kept pulling her back down onto the couch. Reluctantly Angie relented, smiling down at the big man and scooting under his body. It was when she felt his lips press gently against hers that the sounds of splintering wood filled the air.
There was the confused pounding of heavy-booted footsteps on the living-room carpet as Angie jerked up and twisted her head around.
Bob mumbled something, pulling his head up also and blinking at the ten men surrounding the couch. They stood silently, their bodies hidden by long white sheets hanging down to the floor. Their faces were covered by white hoods.
Angie felt her heart stop as she lay in quiet horror gazing at the men. They looked like visitors from the world of the dead. After the initial rush into the living room, there were no other sounds. Angie felt her hair stand on end as the silence pounded on her eardrums. She wanted to scream for help. But she knew no one would come to her aid even if they heard her. Candy was dragged shrieking from her house that night. Neighbors saw, but no one called the police. They were too afraid to interfere in the workings of these brutal men.
Finally the tallest of the hooded men nodded. Four white-clad arms grabbed Bob, ripping his cock out of Angie's pussy and throwing him against the wall.
The blonde's hands flew to cover the sudden, sharp pain in her cunt. The sticky, hot mess of cum and pussy juice flooded over her fingers as Bob grunted loudly as he crashed into the wall.
Angie's lover picked himself up from the floor. He winced, his right hand held at an awkward angle.
"What do you want?" Bob asked as the men held him back from Angie.
There was no other sounds in the room. The big man turned and peered down at the young blonde woman. She could see his dark eyes glimmering through the slits in his white hood.
Angie raised her right hand and jammed her knuckles hard into her mouth to keep from screaming.
"Move your hands, bitch," the tall man finally ordered.
Angie's eyes grew wide. She tried to hide her tits with her upper arms. The big hooded man drew something from under the long white robe. It was a pistol. He pointed it directly at the blonde's head.
Angie winced and fell back, covering her face with both her hands as she let out a wail of horrified helplessness.
"No!" Bob shouted, twisting past his captors' arms. He started for the big man holding the pistol.
Quickly the man turned around, smashing the end of his pistol against Bob's face. Angie screamed as she saw a spurt of blood ooze from the right side of Bob's skull. He grunted, raising his hands to his face as he crumbled on his knees to the floor.
"Shut up!" the man said threateningly, turning to Angie again and raising the barrel of the pistol to her head.
The blonde felt a scream building up inside her. Her nostrils flared wide, dragging in air as she moved backward toward the end of the couch. A trail of cooling cum streaked the cushions under her pussy.
The big man sneered at her, bending down and picking up Bob's wrinkled jockey shorts that had been laying in front of the couch.
"Gag her!" he said, turning around sharply and jerking his head at two of his subordinates.
Angie struggled, hitting the hands grappling her and kicking at the men until an open-handed slap across her face stunned her into silence.
The blow numbed her brain. Angie couldn't think straight. It was as if she had somehow stepped out of herself and she was watching some cruel, obscene X-rated movie. The men jammed Bob's briefs into her mouth, then tied this big gag around her head with his socks. Her head throbbed dully.
The room was very quiet again, broken only by the sound of Bob's grunting on the floor. He still held his head and rocked back and forth on his knees. Blood oozed out of the crack on his forehead, trickling over his fingers as four men surrounded the kneeling man.
The leader of the group raised his right arm once more, looking at the smooth white sheet covering his skin. He rubbed several flecks of dried blood off the material, then looked up at the men surrounding Bob.
"Hold her there," he said. There was a matter-of-factness about his attitude that shocked Angie. It was as if he'd done this sort of thing daily and cared little about his victims.
The men grabbed her arms and legs and held Angie spread-eagled. She twisted her head from side to side and watched the big hooded man examine the room.
"Your husband is in the Air Force, right?" the big man asked as he walked up to a bookshelf and picked up a picture of Jack in uniform.
Angie felt like saying something about he would know better than she would. The blonde was sure Jack was somewhere in the crowd. He'd set these men after her and Bob.
"Isn't he?"
Angie nodded her head up and down quickly in agreement, still too terrified to utter a single word.
"So's this one, isn't he?" the big man asked.
"Yes," the blonde managed to choke out as she stared down at Bob.
"You don't have much respect for men-especially for your husband if you're playing the part of a whore," the big man concluded, taking the picture in both hands and throwing it hard against the wall behind the couch. The glass cover shattered into a million pieces, sending a rain of sharp splinters onto the carpet.
"What do we do with him, High Magnate?" one of the men next to Bob asked.
"How long have you been fucking this woman?" the leader asked, walking slowly up to Bob. He pressed the sole of his right boot against Bob's wrist, bearing down with his foot.
"Uh-hh-hhhhhh," Bob answered, his body jerking upward from the sudden pain and pressure. "Not long," he stuttered, his face wincing and tightening up with the agony.
"Fuckpig!" the man said. "Liar. You've been screwing her pussy for months, haven't you? Haven't you?" he nearly screamed, pulling his boot off Bob's wrist and hiking it high in the air.
Angie screamed as she saw the foot kick back, then forward. It crashed hard into Bob's nose, cracking the bones. Angie turned her face away as she heard Bob scream then fall backward onto the floor.
"Please, no!" Bob moaned, covering his face with his hands as he tried to crawl away from the big man.
"What a stud! This is the scum you turned away from your lawful husband for! This is the piece of shit you fucked with all this time! This turd's the one responsible for what's gonna happen to you tonight." The hooded man nudged Bob's thigh with the toe of his boot. He swung his foot back and sent it slamming hard into the groaning man's asscrack. Bob's head snapped back as he howled with agony.
"We'll see how strong you are now, shitflower," the big man said, reaching in under his robe and pulling out a pack of cigarettes.
Angie watched carefully as he milled out one and lit it, taking a long drag from the cigarette and blowing a thin trail of smoke into the air.
Then he moved closer to Angie, lowering the hot glow of the cigarette toward the cringing blonde's thigh. The woman struggled, pulling wildly at the hands that still grabbed her as the pungent odor of the tobacco filled her nose and burned her eyes. The glowing tip edged closer and closer toward the stretched tendon of her right inner thigh.
Angie writhed against the strong hands, jerking her head back and pressing it against a muscular arm as she tried to scream.
The hooded man's eyes glittered as he touched the hot cigarette to her skin, dragging it along the line of her tendon up to her box.
Angie shut her eyelids tightly as she smelled her flesh burning under the cigarette. The intense pain burned into her brain. Her muscles stiffened and her back arched as her flesh quivered with agony. With a crackle, the first few kinky curls on her pussylips burned. Singeing hair mixed with the odor of burning flesh and tobacco. Angie's eyes filled with hot tears as she begged God to help her die now.
"Maybe she wants to feel how something like this would feel against her clit, hmmmmm?" the big man said.
The pain was horrible. The heat felt like dozens of burning coals pouring into her pussy.
"Stop it!" Bob moaned, pulling his broken body up off the floor and trying to crawl up to the couch. "Do whatever you want to me, but leave Angie alone!"
"It's touching to see you begging for her safety," the big man said, moving his cigarette away from Angie's pussy.
The blonde sighed with relief, sinking almost into unconsciousness as he pulled the cigarette up to his lips and took another long drag.
"I'll leave her alone from now on. I swear it. She can go back to her husband and live with him. Just leave her alone and I'll do whatever you want to," Bob said slowly and painfully. The blood still oozed from the side of his face, joining a steady, bright-red stream gushing from his broken nose.
"Why should we believe you? We're here because she can't be trusted by her husband any more. We're here to make sure she'll be obedient to him from now on. Promises from you don't mean shit, fucker!" the big hooded man said angrily.
Angie still lay back limply. She worked her tongue against che bulky roll of underwear in her mouth, pushing it little by little past the knotted socks.
Bob sat silently. He breathed with difficulty as he stared up fearfully at the men surrounding the two of them.
"Then what are you going to do to us?" he finally gasped out.
"Hold him down," the big man said, putting his hands hard on his powerful thighs and walking over to the couch.
Angie looked at him like a hunted animal.
"Let her go," he said in a thick voice.
The men did as they were told. Immediately Angie reached up, covering her titties protectively with one hand while she slid the other over her naked pussy. The stares of the men seemed to bore through her hands as she cringed under their eyes. The blonde had never felt so humiliated and terrified before in her life.
The big man snapped his fingers, holding out his right hand while he continued staring at the trembling woman in front of her. Someone handed him something glittering in the faint moonlight. Angie narrowed her eyes and focused on the object in the man's right hand. It was a long, pearl-handled knife.
The blonde cried out with .horror as he swung one booted foot up onto the couch and held the knife high over her heaving belly.
"You're a slut. A common slut, a threat to all the happy marriages in this county. We've got to make a lesson out of you to all women. That way the men around here won't have to worry about what's goin' on in their bedrooms," he said. Quickly the big man moved the knife down, slicing a thin line across her belly just above her navel.
Angie felt the sharp pain and cried out, reaching down half-expecting to feel her bowels come tumbling out.
Bob cried out, struggling weakly in the tight grip of the men around him as Angie tried to inch away from the sharp pain. Her hair stood on end as she looked first down at her belly, then up at the hooded man. He was going to carve her up in front of them all-tear out her bowels and hang them out on the porch for everyone to see.
"No, please," she said, spitting out the gag and backing up against the armrest of the couch. She thought her ass muscles would fail and she'd shit over herself. "Please put that knife away. I'll promise anything. I'll go away, stay here, anything but that," she said, glancing with horror at the raised knife. Her eyes bugged out as the hooded man licked his lips with excitement. Red blood oozed from the three-inch long stripe on her belly. "Turn over," he said.
"Oh God, what are you going to do?" Angie whimpered. She could picture the big man sticking that knife into her twat and slicing up her ass-hole.
"I said turn over!" he repeated in a louder voice. He moved the knife back to Angie's belly.
The blonde wailed in fear, rolling onto her stomach. As she moved, Angie stole a quick glance at Bob. His face was a bloody mess. The only thing she could recognize were his beautiful eyes, now strained and filled with horror as he watched her being mutilated by these animals.
Angie shook with absolute horror. She didn't dare look around to see what the big man was planning to do to her. She tried closing her eyes, but that was impossible. More of Bob's cool jizz rolled out of her tightening snatch. The blonde held her face against the pillow while the big man standing over her licked his lips. He surveyed her firm, round buttocks. The quivering muscles in her thighs and ass made the smooth mounds move, tightening and relaxing.
The big man breathed harder. His deep, shuddering breaths echoed in the room.
"Crouch on the pillows, slut!" he ordered.
"Oh God," Angie whimpered as she slowly tucked her knees under her lower belly and raised her ass in the air. The wet, sticky line of her pussy was exposed to the big man.
"The only way to deal with a slut is to give her her fill for years to come. Believe me, bitch, you're not ever gonna want to see a cock again when we get through with you tonight."
Angie felt her twat suck in air as something cold and hard slid across her buttocks. She knew it was the knife, its sharp tip trailing across her skin playfully. She felt her flesh shudder under the constant pressure. The big man wasn't slicing the blade into her skin yet.
He watched her shuddering, her body swaying with terror as the pointed tip inched around her bunghole, then trailed down to the bottom junction of her pussylips.
Then he started increasing the pressure. He drew several wide arcs on her ass-cheeks, going up to her waist, then slowly moving the tip down to the sensitive line where her ass met her thigh.
The pressure kept increasing as the needle-sharp point slid closer and closer to her cunt. Angie clawed at the cushions desperately with her fingers, digging the nails into the soft material as she waited for the blade to cut into her box. She bit her lip, her face twisting into a hard mask of concentration as she wondered when the cutting would begin.
But the knife went away. Angie let her breath out in a long sigh. She relaxed her muscles, bending down slightly. She felt the tips of her full titties touch the couch cushions as a trickle of cum and cunt-juice oozed out of her snatch.
Then suddenly every muscle in her body cramped with tenseness as a shocking chill froze the center of her pussy. The flat edge of the knifeblade pressed against the wet slit from her clit to the bottom of her labia. Angie's cunt clamped down as the razor-sharp edges of the blade bit into her labia.
"Oh, oh, oh," Angie cried, lowering her head and rolling her sweating forehead across the cushion as the big man carefully pressed the tip against her clitshaft harder.
Angie cried out. The pressure against her stiffening shaft created a surprising hot shock in her snatch. She arched her back, opening her pussy more eagerly to the hooded man's glittering stare.
"Hey, boys! She's a real hot slut. A real whore, who'll go down on anything."
Angie ignored him. She felt a chilling heat radiate around the cutting edges of the blade. It was a perverse heat impossible to fight. Angie felt her pulse race. She opened her eyes and looked at the men staring evilly at her. She felt more excited with each passing second as the searing pain in her pussy became inseparable from the electric thrill burning her cunt.
"Ah, AHHH!" Angie moaned. Her cunt lips were on fire. The steady rush of cunt juice across her cuts felt like salt being rubbed into wounds. She heard the big man laugh, then pull the blade away a second time. The blonde groaned with frustration.
"Take her and that piece of shit to the mound," the big man said mysteriously as he handed the juice-slickened knife back. Angie felt two sets of hands wrap around her arms and drag her off the couch. Twisting her head around, she saw Bob being jerked off the floor and pulled behind her. Angie groaned, then resigned herself to inevitable death.
CHAPTER SIX
The big car swayed lazily from side to side as Angie, Bob and their silent captors sped through the moonlit night to their unknown destination.
The leader of the Night Riders had allowed the blonde to retrieve her robe and slip it over her shaking shoulders. Now Angie crouched in the right corner of the back seat, her legs tucked under her butt-cheeks with her hands crossed tightly over her covered titties. She pressed her head hard against the side window, shifting only her eyes as the roar of the engine filled her ears.
They sat quietly like silent ghosts in the car-two in front with one in the back seat with both her and Bob. The one in the rear held the gun pointed at Angie. She looked into the two dark slits in his hood. She could make out something glistening inside. It was somehow macabre-perverted, sick. She let out a low groan of terror and revulsion and turned her head away. The familiar country landscape blurred by as the driver turned right from the two-lane highway onto a gravel drive. The thick forest of pines and firs seemed to encroach on the road, blocking their path as they twisted along the winding road.
Angie guessed they were about twenty minutes out of town near the stone quarry. Few people lived in this section of the county. It was perfect for the obscene rite these men obviously were getting both her and Bob ready for tonight.
"There," the man in the rear seat said, shifting forward on the edge of the cushion and pointing at a faint reddish glow coming from the woods to their right.
"This ought to be good," the driver said, turning around for a second and staring through those frightening black slits in his pointed hood.
Angie shivered, pressing her arms tighter to her chest. She wanted to scream out her lungs, but knew it would only irritate the men. Instead the blonde stretched out her right hand, pressing her fingers lightly on Bob's forehead. The big man had been severely beaten again before the men dragged him out of the house and pushed him like a sack of potatoes into the car. He lay now with his head in her lap, moaning incoherently. His eyes looked up at her, but Angie wondered if he saw anything. There was a funny glaze covering them. She'd begged the men to drop Bob off at a hospital, but they simply laughed cruelly at her. They said he'd have to pay for the crimes he committed.
Angie had cried, sobbed, begged, pleaded with the men as they pulled her from her house to the awaiting autos. She cried out for help, and saw several shades and curtains rise or part as people poked their faces out to see what was happening. When they saw the familiar figures of the Night Riders, they simply backed away from their windows and let things be.
The car bounced now. Angie snapped herself out of her daydream and looked out the window. They were cruising slowly through the forest, apparently driving over a footpath toward the brightening glow in the woods.
"Stop here," the man in the back ordered.
The car lurched forward, then stopped. Angie's heartbeat increased. There was a deafening silence. Even the birds and crickets stopped singing as if waiting for some terrible event to occur.
"Okay, honey. You and your boyfriend get out here," the driver said, reaching back over the front seat and opening the rear door.
Oh God, save me, Angie thought to herself as she slid one leg out. of the car, then the other and got to her feet.
"You two help this fucker out," she heard the man in the rear seat order his two subordinates. She watched as they climbed out of the car, pushing and pulling Bob's limp, semi-conscious body out onto the soft, grassy ground.
"I'll help," Angie said, running over to Bob and slipping her right hand under his shoulder.
"We'll take care of that," the leader said, raising his right hand threateningly.
Angie backed away, digging her bare feet into the soft ground as she covered her face protectively with her hands. The cold night air was settling onto her body. Her muscles ached with the chill as she backed farther and farther away from the threatening man.
"Stop there and turn around. Walk down the path to the clearing, NOW!"
The voice rang through the woods. Angie cried out, begging him not to hurt her. While he laughed at her plea, the blonde turned around and choked back a sob as she walked hesitatingly toward the brightly-lit clearing.
"Faster!" he shouted, reaching forward and shoving her roughly. Angie stumbled over the rocks in the road, cutting her right foot slightly on a sharp stone as she staggered haltingly, finally falling to her hands and knees. The blonde let out a grunting groan, hanging her head down limply in utter defeat.
"Up," the big man ordered, placing his right boot on her buttocks and shoving down.
Angie felt her thigh muscles give way as she collapsed to the dirt. Little clouds of dry dirt puffed up around her body where she fell to the ground. The men laughed derisively around her as the blonde struggled to her feet and marched ahead.
Angie felt hot tears stinging her eyes and rolling down her cheeks as the men taunted her from behind. The sharp rocks in the dirt path cut painfully into her bare soles as she neared the clearing. The driver was behind her, swearing, making obscene suggestions, and drinking from an amber-colored whiskey bottle he'd had stashed under the front seat of the car.
"Hey, Chuck. You know the Grand Marshall don't like no boozin' when we've got business," the man who'd sat next to him in the front seat said.
"Aw, fuck off," Chuck said derisively as he stopped and arched his back, sticking the neck of the bottle under the bottom piece of the hood.
Angie looked around. The man with the gun had disappeared with Chuck. A thought flashed through her mind as she watched the two hooded men argue over the liquor.
"Hey, she's gettin' away," the second man said as Angie wandered off the path and back toward the car.
"Stop her, Steve!" Chuck said, snapping coldly sober and running after her.
Both men stopped Angie ten feet from the car door.
"Teach her a lesson," Chuck said, letting her go and dusting off his long white robe while he staggered slowly back up the path for his bottle.
"Come on, honey. We've got some business to take care of," Steve said hotly through is cloth hood as he held onto Angie's two wrists tightly and dragged her back up the path.
The blonde struggled, trying to dig her toes and heels into the loose dry dirt. She crouched and pulled at her arms until her shoulder sockets hurt, lowering her head and thrashing from side to side as Steve laughed and kept on dragging her to some trees not far from where Chuck stood guzzling his booze.
With a violent sweeping move Steve hurled Angie to the ground. The blonde rolled over several times on the dried pine branches and needles, her gown falling open from the force of the fall.
As she lay stunned on her ass, Steve ran up to her and pounced on the woman's helpless body.
While Steve fucked Angie there next to the path, Chuck watched, leaning against a tall old fir tree and taking occasional swigs of liquor from the bottle.
Angie groaned, raising her arms and trying several times to shove the big man off her body. But Steve was too strong and determined. He was rough, hiking her legs in the air quickly and pile driving his dick into her cunt with amazing speed. He thrust rapidly and unevenly as her ass-cheeks scraped along the hard, cold ground. Her back felt numb from the pressure and icy temperature of the dirt beneath.
Angie thought about her warm little house and all the pleasure she and Bob had shared in the past. She thought about the plans they'd made only seconds before these animals burst in and shattered all their dreams. The blonde thought about the life she would probably lose, then she wept.
That sobbing excited Steve.
"You think I'm hurtin' ya, eh baby? Shit, this ain't nothin' compared to what's gonna happen to ya next."
With that Steve shot his load, dumping his thick spunk into Angie's violated cunt.
The blonde closed her eyelids tightly and ground her teeth together. She'd never felt so filthy before in her whole life. That man had taken her forcibly, ravaging her pussy brutally. His thick, stinking breath filled her flared nostrils as he finished spilling his jizz into her twat.
Angie rolled her head and let out a choked sob. She heard him laughing above her as he grunted several times, then he arched his thighs back and dragged out his flaccid, thin cock.
"She cold?" Chuck asked, pulling the bottle from his lips and staggering over to the couple.
"Come on, give me the bottle a sec," Steve said, zipping up his trousers and folding his white gown over them. "Okay, baby, here's a little somethin' ta warm ya up if you're too cold out here."
Both men chuckled as Steve took the bottle, gripping it by the bottom and shoving the thin neck into her cum-slicked cunt.
Angie's eyelids fluttered open and her eyes bugged out as her jaw slackened from the sudden intrusion. She let out a cry of surprise, raising her ass, then letting it fall back as the smooth cold glass slid past her outer labia and into the pit of her snatch.
Steve corkscrewed the bottle in, pushing it deeper until Angie couldn't take any more.
"Hey, the cunt's got a bottom after all," Steve said, turning around and laughing at Chuck who swayed dangerously from side to side.
"Let's see her fuck it," Chuck said as Steve kept turning the bottle around and around in Angie's pussy.
"Come on, cunt! Ya heard 'im. Fuck the fuckin' bottle!" Steve groaned, moving the bottle up and down now in a jacking motion.
Angie jerked her hand up and stuck her knuckles in her mouth. She cried and shook her head violently from side to side as she moved her thighs in obedience to the order.
"She does better with bottles than with men," Steve observed ironically as Angie's thrusting, humping speed increased.
The coldness of the glass warmed up quickly in her pussy. The blonde closed her eyes and tried to shut out the two frightening white figures in her mind. She let her imagination take over. She visualized Bob towering over her, his long thick dick jerking expectantly as his smooth, sweating body lowered itself down to hers.
But strangely that fantasy didn't satisfy her. She kept hearing the obscene taunts of these men as the bottle filled her cunt. For some reason that was exciting her. Angie shuddered shamelessly as her juices flowed once more. Her clitty bristled, sputtering alive now with unnatural lust.
"Ungh ... ungh ... ungh..." Angie groaned as she jerked her hips up, raising her ass off the cold ground, only to throw it back down again.
She bounced her buttocks shamelessly around in the dirt, ignoring the pinching sensations she felt in her ass flesh as the pine needles stuck to her skin. Tiny pebbles and clods of dirt worked their way into her asscrack, sticking to her sweaty flesh as Steve fell on her and gripped her tits as if he were going to rip them off.
"Little slut!" Chuck moaned as he unzipped his pants, then hiked up his gown and crawled over Angie. Hunching down, he shoved his long, thin cock into her mouth. The smell of his woolen pants and the sensation of the cotton robe brushing her forehead drove the blonde wild.
Angie's cuntal muscles sucked the whiskey bottle in deeper. She kept her ass steady, not daring to move as her pussy contracted mightily. The bottle stuck out into the air, bobbing slightly as the blonde's pussy clawed at its embedded neck. Her cunt sucked smoothly at the smooth surface. Her clit then swelled to bursting, then exploded.
The force of her climax shot Angie into a world of bright colors and loud sounds. Only after she came down from her orgasm did she realize the bottle had fallen out and had rolled against her ankle.
Then Chuck came, blowing his thick jizz into her mouth and nearly choking her with the fluid.
Angie worked her throat muscles, swallowing as much of the white stuff she could.
"All she's good for's a fuckin' machine," Steve said, getting up and looking up the path toward the clearing. "Come on, they'll wonder what the fuck's keepin' us," he said a little nervously.
"Come on, whore," Chuck said, getting up and pulling his still-throbbing dick out of the blonde's mouth.
A thin trail of jizz streamed out of the right corner of Angie's lips as she rolled over on her side and spat out the pungent fluid. She clawed the loose dirt with her fingernails, fighting back the sobs as she tucked her feet under her ass and rose.
Clutching the now ragged edges of her robe together, Angie turned and stepped back onto the path. She avoided the peering eyes of the two men as she walked toward the clearing. A small river of jizz trickled out from her injured pussylips. It was like the nightmares she used to have a child. No matter how frightening they were, Angie would wake up and her mother would be there, stroking her cheek and telling her everything would be all right.
But this was different. This was a nightmare from which there was no waking up. It was reality, brutal reality slicing through to her soul and threatening her very life.
The blonde climbed the path, skirting around sharp jutting stones. There was the sound of crackling just around the corner. The glow was more intense, and Angie could make out the sounds of low murmurs from the clearing.
"Hurry up," Chuck said impatiently behind her.
Angie took longer strides, rounding a high clump of bushes and suddenly finding herself in the clearing they'd spoken of. She stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes widening with horror as she looked at what confronted her.
There were about thirty men, everyone standing in a semi-circle at the edge of the clearing. In the center was a large bonfire, red and yellow flames leaping angrily toward the star-lit sky. Occasionally one of the hooded men threw more fuel into the fire, and the loud crackling sounds of igniting and exploding wood shattered the air. The hellish glow given off by the hot fire colored the white robes and hoods to shades of red and dark pink.
Angie raised her arms and clutched the edges of her robe together tightly across her tits. She watched as all the men slowly turned and stared at her. It was like facing a terrifying convention of obscene ghosts bent on her destruction. The roots of her long blonde hair crackled with horror as Chuck walked up behind her and thrust his fist in the small of her back.
"Get movin' to the middle, babe. We've got some unfinished business with you," he said, shoving her forward.
Angie stumbled several steps then caught her balance, moving to the right and avoiding the bonfire she'd been careening toward. She stopped some six feet from the blazing fire, moving her eyes slowly from man to hooded man.
Her skin chilled with unspeakable fear as she saw for the first time a tall wooden cross half hidden in the woods behind the circle of hooded men. As she stepped back, the tall man who'd led the breaking in of her house and who sat in the rear seat of the car with the gun stepped forward from the crowd.
"Welcome," he said, extending his right hand majestically and sweeping it slowly above his head in a circle. "We're here tonight to pay tribute to your fidelity."
Angie felt her knees turn to rubber. They trembled, then buckled. The blonde fell to the ground, digging her fingertips into her upper arms as she shuddered uncontrollably.
"Please, please, please!" she begged as her teeth chattered with terror.
The big man walked toward her, then stopped a few feet in front.
"You should have thought about humility earlier. Now we'll have to teach it to you in ways you'll never forget," the big man said, turning around sharply and nodding toward several men.
"Oh, please, please!" Angie begged again as she shrank back from the encroaching men. She was sure this was the beginning of the end.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The big hooded man led the protesting Angie to the opposite side of the bonfire. She twisted her head from side to side and begged for pity, receiving only silent, glaring stares from under those tall, white pointed hoods.
"Get the dog!" he said, snapping her around to face him.
Angie hung her head until her chin rested on her chest. The big man raised his right hand and chucked the woman gently under her chin, raising her face until his eyes bore down into hers.
"You're a lovely woman, Angie. It's too bad all this is going to happen to you. But we've got our rules. We can't let our women run around with anything in the county. They've got to stay home and keep the fires burning. Honesty, chastity. That's what you must learn here."
The words rang deafeningly in her ears. She couldn't believe all those men were gathered here to teach her a lesson in morals. That was a simple pretext. They came to watch a sick scene of sexual degradation.
Angie could sense the animal smell of them, radiating out of their sheeted bodies and sticking to her. If she weren't so terrified of what was going to happen to her, she would have laughed in the big man's face.
"Bob," she said out loud, turning her face and looking around the crowd.
"You'll see him later. He also has to learn his lesson to leave our women alone," the big man said, moving away from her.
Angie turned and saw what he was looking at. As eager hands removed her robe, the blonde saw two hooded men lead two large, black Doberman pinschers from behind the circle up to her. Angie felt her stomach sink as she watched the big, sleek animals eye her warily. Their short black fur glistened under the reddish glow of the bonfire. Their muscles rippled with tension as the two men holding them reigned up tightly on their respective leashes.
"You act like a bitch. You've got to learn what a real bitch feels,"' the big man said, turning back to her.
Angie's eyes widened with horror. The cool night air against her naked flesh made her shiver as she stared at the half-opened mouths of the two dogs. Their sharp, white, crisscrossed teeth sent quivers of fear through her body. She felt her flesh crawl as drool oozed out of their dark pink mouths and dripped down to the ground.
Angie backed up as the two dogs turned their strong, handsome heads simultaneously and stared at her. Their black, dancing, glittering eyes seemed like two unearthly laser beams burning into her head.
Angie heard a deep growl begin deep in their throats. Their bodies quivered and they started toward her. The two men jerked back on the leashes. That sudden motion made the two Dobermans snarl louder, rearing up on their hind legs and snapping at Angie as the men hauled them back.
The blonde felt her teeth chatter as she watched the horrifying scene. They were going to throw her literally to the dogs. She pictured herself lying on the ground, her hands raised helplessly over her face as the big dogs chewed her pussy to a pulpy mess.
"Down in the dirt where you belong," he said in a deep, commanding voice. At the same time he put his hands on her shoulders, pushing down violently.
Angie felt her knees buckle. She crashed to the ground with a thud, clouds of dust rising from where her knees struck. The two animals reared back and yelped at the sudden movement and the blonde screamed.
"Tie her down."
Three men walked up to her, carrying long wooden tent stakes and rope. Pounding four stakes in front and back of the whimpering blonde, the men then tied four separate pieces of rope to her wrists and ankles.
During this procedure Angie begged for them to stop. She promised to be good-never to cheat on her husband again. Large, hot tears rolled over her flushed, dirtied cheeks as tangled strands of blonde hair hung over her eyes.
But the men ignored her and worked quickly and silently. They spread her knees far apart, shoving them under her belly, then tying the ropes binding her ankles to the stakes to the rear. Moving forward, they did the same with the ropes biting into her wrists, tying them tightly to the stakes facing the blonde.
Soon Angie was bound fast, staked to the ground like some biological specimen ready for dissection. Her ass was in a raised position, vulnerable to any kind of attack. Angie raised her head from the dirt and looked around helplessly. She waited, her heart beating crazily, in fearful despair.
"Now you'll know the true meaning of slut," the big man said, nodding to the first hooded man holding the larger Doberman.
The man nodded back, then dropped the leash to the ground.
At first the big dog did nothing, turning his head around and looking quizzically at his master. When nothing happened, the animal turned back and stared at the crouching woman. He leaned forward, pricking his pointed ears and raising his snout slightly upward as he sniffed the air. The faint aroma of Angie's cunt juice and Steve's cum must have excited the big dog. He let out a low yelp, then moved forward cautiously as if stalking some dangerous prey.
Angie moaned low, swaying her ass from side to side in a slow, rocking motion. She could actually hear the soft, padding sounds of the Doberman's paws stepping on the ground. She shivered with agonizing fear and revulsion as the sounds of his deep, uneven breathing filled her ears. Cold drops of sweat broke out on her forehead as she felt her head grow light. The blonde whimpered again, pulling at the ropes binding her wrists until they chewed away at her skin.
The big dog stopped just inches from her exposed, hairy pussy. He sniffed again, this time ending with a loud, hard snort. Angie felt the hot breath blast against her puffy labia and lurched forward, biting down on her lower Up and drawing in warm blood. Her flesh puckered up into goose pimples as she cried out with horror.
They were going to make that dog fuck her! She couldn't believe it. The blonde cried and screamed, wriggling her helpless body back and forth Uke a wild animal in chains as the big dog stood his ground and waited for her to quiet down.
Angie finally exhausted herself with the futile thrashing, collapsing on the ground as she waited for the inevitable. The big Doberman saw his victory and moved forward, pushing his cold black nose against the bottom junction of her pussylips.
Angie groaned, shoving her face into the dirt as she felt another scream exploding in her throat. The veins stood out in her neck and forehead as she felt the animal sliding his nose up along the full length of her cunt lip, stopping just short of touching her clit. For some strange reason Angie wished he'd have moved slightly to the right, touching the dog's nose with her sensitive clitty shaft.
"No, no!" the blonde cried out, rolling her head in the dirt and trying to shake that idea out of her mind. But it was something replaying itself again and again as the dog nosed her cunny. That snout, that tongue, only inches away from her mound of sex flesh. Why didn't he touch it? Why didn't he ... Oh God! I'm as sick as they are, she thought to herself.
Her fingers worked in the air and against the dirt as she felt something long, wet and warm suddenly caress the furry lips of her snatch. He was licking her!
Angie cried out again, her scream trailing off into a choked, stifled sob of revulsion. She grit her teeth together so tightly she thought they'd break apart. Struggling helplessly in her bonds, Angie fought down another feeling rising in her body. It was a feeling of acceptance, even of pleasure, at what was happening to her. She couldn't accept this part of her. God only knows, she'd never have thought of making it with animals.
The woman screamed again, this time more at herself than at either the dog or the men as she battled the perverse side of herself rising into consciousness.
"Let him lick that pussy, baby. Let that big dog lick that fuckin' cunt. Why not, honey? He's probably the only one in the county who hasn't tasted it." the big man taunted.
The words bit Angie's pride. She twisted her head around and looked hatefully at him. She wanted to rip his face off. She wanted to tear loose from the ropes and push him, robe and all, into the flaming bonfire.
But the sensation in her pussy was growing tighter and warming. The sounds of the big dog licking her pussy were loud in her ear, making her clitty slowly grow stiff and poke its little red rounded head out of its sheath.
Angie felt herself growing weak. Her shoulders shook with passion, and she could feel a swelling ball of heat growing deep in her belly. She was panting almost in time to the Doberman's heavy breathing. She gasped frantically, shaking her head and telling herself that what she was feeling was wrong and perverted.
But she couldn't deny the flow of cunt juice seeping out from between her labia. The Doberman pushed forward again, butting her thighs farther apart with his snout. He started to wash his tongue more frantically over her pussy, wetting down her rounded ass-cheeks with a thick layer of oily spittle.
"No, no, noooooo!" the woman howled.
She wriggled her ass in a vain attempt to shake the dog off. But the big Doberman just became more excited. His black, thick lips peeled back farther, revealing more sharp, razor-like teeth. Spittle leaked out from his long mouth and drooled down to the ground in long, opaque strings. His muscular sides heaved in and out with lust as he lapped up more and more of the groaning woman's snatch juice.
At the same time his knobby prick was thickening, pushing out from its black furry sheath between his hindquarters into the cool night air. Its pointed red tip popped free of the hairy coat dripping drops of pre-cum.
Angie cried wildly now, unaware of the big dog's reaction behind her. It was more the yowl of a bitch in heat than a woman horrified by what was happening to her. The subtle pressure of his warm wet tongue against her snatchlips had done its work. It felt scalding now as it peeled her labia apart and slid into the soft, slick folds of her inner pussylips.
"Love it, honey? Love that doggie tongue sloshin' in and out of your pussy?" the big man said derisively.
"Ohhhh, ohhh!" Angie crooned, too ashamed to admit it, yet too excited by the licking to deny the obvious truth.
The big dog growled once more and braced his paws on the ground as he pressed up and in Angie's knees scraped across the ground as one wet lick rubbed over her clit. She bit down into her lower lip and drew blood again as she stifled a cry of delight from that move.
What was happening to her? Was she crazy? Was she actually getting turned on in front of all these men by a dog? She'd always heard of some women who did this sort of thing regularly and enjoyed it, even preferred it to fucking with men. But Angie always considered these stories as vulgar jokes. But there she was, kneeling and tightening her ass-cheeks, then relaxing them, as the dog licked harder and higher.
As she moaned, Angie felt the big animal's tongue slide along the insides of her thighs. A strange hot wetness exploded and blossomed just under her titties and around her box. Unbelievably Angie moved her thighs down onto the probing tongue, wriggling her thighs again. But this time it was to get more friction from that hot oral organ.
A thick sweat broke out on her face as she felt a forbidden heat swelling in her bucking body. Her titties scraped along the ground with every lurch and jerk she made, jiggling back and forth as Angie welcomed the big Doberman and his licking.
She heard the men laughing, commenting on her reactions to the animal's mouth. Angie didn't care. Her mind buzzed furiously as his tongue sucked teasingly along and around her inner cunt lips, moving up and delicately petting her stiffened clitty.
Angie shuddered with an overwhelming fury as she felt his hot breath tickle her cuntal hair. She could feel long rivers of doggie drool and her pussy juice trickle down her legs and soak the ground under her knees.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she moaned.
"Hear that? The bitch really turns onto it," the big man said.
The other men laughed and taunted the blonde as she swayed and rocked. She was in the throes of pre-orgasmic contractions. Her big ass muscles cramped up with tension, then relaxed, as the Doberman lapped furiously at her cunny.
Angie felt a strange hunger take over her body. She'd never guessed she had this kind of perverse hunger in her before.
"Cumming," Angie said, feeling her eyes glaze over and roll up in her head. She felt every hair on her body stand up on end.
The big dog sensed her situation and whimpered. He bathed the very bottom of her ass with hot spit, lapping back into the split of her ass-cheeks, then back to the tiny, tight ass-hole. Angie felt so hot and wet there. The insides of her thighs, her ass, her pussy literally dripped with the growling Doberman's spit. She felt a wave of something tremendous rearing up inside her, getting ready to sweep over her body and mind with a force she'd never before experienced.
Then it hit. She felt her arms trembling. Her fingers dug into the ground. That pink tongue slopped up and down her wet, dark-red gash. Her clit burned like a heated jewel from the steady lapping friction.
Angie fanned her fingers onto the ground, feeling the loose dirt prying up between her fingernails as every inch of her cunt was peeled back and exposed to the hungry dog. Angie gasped and babbled meaningless phrases to the dog as she felt the stiff tickle of his fur brushing against her legs.
Drool leaked from the corners of her mouth as she moved her ass up, then let it fall back again. She pulled at the ropes binding her ankles and wrists; but this time it wasn't to get away. The blonde actually wanted to turn around and face the dog-to put her arms around his powerful head and hug him close to her titties. She was thinking wild, crazy thoughts like these when her pussy blossomed, then exploded in orgasm.
"AHHHHHH!" Angie cried as she twisted from side to side.
She could feel the sharp edges of the Doberman's pointed teeth slice gently into her cunt lips. The blonde worked her ass around in frantic circles now, crying excitedly.
The Doberman's licking seemed to be everywhere at once. The more she moved, the more pleasure she brought to her achy, itchy pussy.
Then she felt her cuntal walls spasm. She could feel the muscles contracting, trying to grab the dog's pointed snout. The blonde cried over and over as she pitched on the ground. She raked the dirt with her fingers, struggling with the ropes until they rubbed her flesh raw from the strain.
Angie tossed her head helplessly, feeling her hair splash in tangles across the backs of her wrists as her thighs filled with itchy, tantalizing flames. She quivered and throbbed, bucking her body so wildly that the dog had a hard time keeping his tongue in her. He licked and nuzzled and panted his hot breath against her cumming pussy.
"She's shootin' off," Steve whispered loudly to Chuck.
"T'ain't no surprise, considern' what she does with bottles," Chuck said. The two men broke out into loud laughter, quickly stifling their mutual mirth when the leader turned around and gave them a hard, long glare.
"AHHHHHHH!" Angie cried again.
Her cumming was agonizingly slow. Hot juice flowed out of her hole and down her legs as she desperately tried to rub her thighs together to get more friction. Long, mind-shattering throbs rolled over her clit, squeezing her pussy and making the woman yowl with unnatural pleasure.
The contractions lasted for a long while, prolonged by the Doberman's continual lapping. His long, knotty dick had fully protruded by now. He was unsatisfied, even if Angie was coming down from her orgasm.
"Ohhhh," the blonde crooned in a choking sob.
Reality slowly came back into focus. Gradually Angie realized what had happened to her in front of all these men. She could still feel the big dog's tongue sloshing in and out. After that big cum, his insistent licking felt painful to her super-sensitive cunt. The blonde howled, jerking forward and thrusting her ass down as best she could to get away from the growling Doberman.
"You performed as was expected," the leader said, motioning to one of the men to pull the Doberman back. "Your meat must be tenderized for the final fucking," he said mysteriously as Angie sobbed out another groan of revulsion and terror. She winced as she watched three men break from the circle once more and start walking toward her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The men untied Angie, dragging her to her feet and pulling her across the circular clearing toward the giant wooden cross. The mob parted for her, watching closely as the leader brought up the rear of the struggling party.
The blonde remained quiet as she pulled her head up and stared at the giant wooden structure towering above her. Its fat base was firmly planted in the ground. The top was about fifteen feet above the ground with a crosspiece fastened some four feet below. Two metal rings protruded from the ends of the crosspiece.
"Get her up there," the leader said.
Ladders were brought out from behind the circle and leaned against the cross as other pushed and raised her to the wooden structure.
Angie groaned as she felt them pushing her feet over to the wooden platform. Whimpering, she moved her legs forward. With a final shove the men pushed her hard against the cross. The blonde threw her arms out and around the thick piece of wood while she shuffled her feet desperately on the platform to keep from falling.
"Turn around," the men now on the two ladders against the cross said.
Moving carefully, Angie turned around until her firm butt-cheeks were pressed tightly against the wooden beam behind her. They grabbed her arms, stretching them out to the metal rings on the crosspiece. Working with some difficulty and nearly losing their balance several times, the two men finally finished binding the blonde's bleeding wrists to the rings.
Climbing down several rungs, they pushed her ankles together and tied them tightly.
Angie pressed the back of her head against the cross and wailed soft and low. She was in a I crucifixion position, totally helpless with her snatch exposed for everyone to see. Wild thoughts of what they were going to do to her filled her mind as she looked down on the crowd. They looked more terrifying from this height than from the dirt where she'd lain. The fire still roared in the i center of the tiny clearing, making the tall pines surrounding the group look like grotesque demons rising from the depths of hell. The men stood quietly in their circle, waiting for the next command from their leader.
"Just like one who died on the cross for the sins of man, you'll suffer on the cross for your own sins," the big man said, stretching out his right hand while he continued to stare at the bound and wailing woman.
One of the men moved forward, pulling a long, black, snake-like whip from under his robe and handing it to the leader.
Angie's eyes opened wide as she watched him grab the smooth handle, thoughtfully cracking the long end against the side of his boot as he peered up at her.
"Oh don't! Do anything you want to me-fuck me, make me go down on the dogs, but don't hurt me with that."
"You don't have much of a choice," the man said in almost religious tones.
He raised his hand then snapped it down quickly, bringing the end of the whip cracking down hard into the dirt. Angie peered helplessly as she watched clouds of dust rise up from the ground. She cried out, turning her head from left to right and screaming for someone to help her.
Her strained, high-pitched voice echoed futilely in the woods as the big man raised his right hand high over his head again. This time he stepped closer to the cross, aiming the whip at the struggling, shrieking woman.
Angie screamed in agony as she felt the whip sting across her breast, slicing across her left nipple. Her muscles tightened from the pain, her back arching and her neck snapping back as a second blow bit into her right thigh. A strange heat radiated up to her pussy with that blow, making her clitty actually quiver with a perverse pleasure. Angie hung her head down limply, her long blonde hair hanging over her face as she heard the whip singing through the air a third time. THWACK!
This time the leather chewed into her belly flesh leaving a long, red mark where it struck. Angie's body jerked violently as she let out a long, wailing shriek.
"Did you like what happened to you with the dog?" the big man asked, lowering his hand for a minute and peering hotly at the bound woman.
"Ohhhh," she moaned. Angie felt all her strength sapped out of her from the three agonizing lashes she'd received.
"Answer me!" he cried as he raised the whip again.
This time the big man rocked on his heels, then moved forward on his toes and brought the whip down with a resounding crash across both tits.
"ARHHHHR!" Angie shrieked, snapping her head up, nearly pulling her arms out of their sockets.
Sweat streamed down her forehead, her cheeks, her chest and her sides as she started to hang from the rings holding her arms. The leader kept slicing the whip into her skin, flaying her alive with the leather.
Angie jerked and jiggled like a crazed puppet on that cross. Her howls gradually subsided to groans of submission as the cracking sound of the whip echoed in the still night air. Repeatedly the whip tortured her smooth flesh, leaving dark red streaks and rounded welts across her thighs, belly and tits.
Angie moaned in agony. As promiscuous as she might be, the blonde felt she'd done nothing to deserve anything like this.
At last he stopped. Angie wondered what he was going to do next. She raised her head slightly and peered through the tangled strands of hair hanging in front of her eyes.
"You've just started to learn about the blessings of obedience," the big man said, panting with exhaustion as he threw down the whip and smoothed down his robe.
"Oh God, God!" Angie moaned. The ordeal wasn't over yet.
"You will feel nothing when a man other than your husband touches you, is that clear?" he said, walking up to her and reaching up.
Angie shivered at his touch. But it was surprisingly gentle and pleasant. He was massaging her thighs, rubbing his fingers over her tortured flesh shamelessly. She closed her eyes and held her breath as his fingers crawled over her sore cunt. Her outer labia felt red hot from the lashing. Yet his seductive probing calmed the hurt, finally turning it into warm pleasure as his fingers stretched and worked the soft, furry membranes.
"AH!" Angie cried involuntarily.
"I said you will feel nothing!" he cried, moving his fingers quickly and closing them painfully on her right cunt lip.
Angie cried out, bucking her body backward as she thrust her thighs from side to side in an attempt to shake the big man's fingers free from her pussy.
But the two fingers kept squeezing the fat outer lip. The heat and pain merged together in agony as Angie screamed wildly. Her tired muscles strained once more against the cutting ropes. She rotated her hips desperately to get away from the tearing pain.
"Still feel anything?" the big man asked, pulling his hands away and at the same time pulling a tuft of her cuntal hair out of her sensitive pussy mound.
Angie didn't answer, feeling all her muscles relax as the leader backed away. Yes, she did still feel something. All this horrible agony was actually reaching something hot and deep inside her. Her pussy was burning, swelling and tightening under the hot gaze of all these men and the cruel tortures their leader was putting her through.
Angie opened her eyes and peered down at the big man. She knew he could read her mind, could see she was responding to his beating and derision. He didn't care whether she obeyed him or not. He'd torture her until he was finished with his own gratification.
He laughed, then turned away and walked silently toward the bonfire.
"Take her down. She hasn't learned her lesson. God only knows if she ever will," he said, motioning to two members of the group to do as he said.
Angie murmured thanks to the men who climbed the ladder and untied the ropes. She nearly fell off the platform. She felt weak, drained of any sense of resistance as the men helped her down to the ground.
Patiently the big man waited, having turned around in front of the burning fire.
"You still feel you must have every man in the county, don't you?" the leader said, putting his big hands on his hips.
Angie was on her knees. Large, red streaks and welts striped her sweaty, dirt-smeared body. Her once fleecy hair hung in filthy tangles. She rolled her eyes up and peered at the towering man. The blonde looked more like a trapped, wild animal than a human being.
"Well, slut, let's see how you can take care of one of the biggest cocks in the county," the leader said, motioning to the trainers holding the dogs.
At the same time four men sprang from the circle surrounding her. Each one grabbed a limb, the two holding her arms pressing her hands down into the ground while the two grabbing her legs pushed them up and back.
Angie jerked up her head and saw the strong body of the first Doberman who had licked her appear between her widely-spread thighs. His jaw was open and long strings of drool fell out. But what shook her was the sight of his long, red, knobby dick protruding out of its dark sheath and pointing directly at her upturned pussy.
"No, oh nooo!" the blonde cried, throwing back her head and rolling it in the dirt.
Being licked off by an animal was one thing. But to have its dick stuffed in her cunt! Angie thrashed her ass as best she could in the dirt, shrieking and screaming loudly as she heard the command given to the dog to fuck her.
Angie's eyes bulged out as she watched the
Doberman leap up to her, bending down his head and sniffing at her pussy. He raised his head and pricked his ears, carefully raising his right paw and pushing it down onto her flat belly.
The blonde shuddered, letting out a choked cry of horrified revulsion and despair as she felt his cold, sharp nails bite into her sensitive flesh. Then came the other paw, pressing down with the full weight of the animal as he dragged his hind legs forward toward her cunt.
A string of spittle touched her titties as she felt something hot and furry bump up against her snatch. She could feel the naked, warm prong rubbing against the top of her twat, touching the tip of her clitty.
Then something wild happened. The moaning blonde felt her snatch wanning up as it had done with the animal's tongue. Angie cried out with horror more at herself than at the dog. How could she feel something beautiful like this?
Once more the blonde looked up at the big dog. His powerful head was pointed forward, his rubbery, black lips were peeled back, revealing the row of sharp, killer teeth. His slick, sleek body rippled with tension and lust as he squatted down and drove his muscular, slender hindquarters forward.
There was something so overwhelmingly destructive, revolting, and yet exciting about this whole thing. Angie felt warm waves of some powerful force sweep over her body and heat up her snatch as the pointed, wet tip of the Doberman's cock pressed harder against her pussylips.
Angie squealed, raising her head, then banging it hard against the ground behind her. She couldn't give in to this kind of feeling. She fought it down, shrieking and thrashing and clawing as best she could.
"Like your new lover, baby? That cock ought to take care of you," the leader said, standing spread-legged only inches away from her rolling head.
Angie didn't hear him. She could feel the dog's cock dribbling warm streams of cum down her upturned thighs. He was getting the pointed tip of his prick positioned at the mouth of her pussy. She could feel that thing wedging between the fattening labia, pushing into the wetting gash.
The big Doberman let out a yelp, then lunged forward. His cock speared deep into her tender slit. Angie screamed high and hard, stiffening every muscle in her body as she felt something hot, hard and lumpy drive into her twat. The woman strained against her laughing captors, rocking her body helplessly as the big Doberman drove harder and harder into her violated snatch.
"Oh God no! No! No!" Angie cried as more of the animal's dick speared into her cunt.
Against her will, the blonde felt her snatch warming up, caressing the knotty dong as the dog's claws scratched the whipped flesh of her chest and belly. Her titties jiggled like bowls of jello as the animal's fucking grew more spirited.
"Swallow it, cunt. Take that Goddamned dog's dick all the way in your pussy!" the big man said.
Angie felt a large, slimy knot bump up against the mouth of her cunt. She let out a groan between her tightly-clenched teeth as she heard the animal whimper. He humped harder against her. She could feel the raw, brutal power gathering up in the dog's body as he tried working that lump into her.
Angie cried out, trying to edge back. It was futile. In a second that fat dick was inside, popping past her tight pussy muscles and driving into her snatch. Angie sobbed loudly, then relaxed as she let the animal finish up with her.
She felt thoroughly defeated and humiliated. Her pussy was being rubbed raw with the
Doberman's wild fucking. His head jerked from side to side as his growls deepened. She could feel his tiny, hairy fuck sacs banging up against her upturned ass. The men laughed and made obscene remarks about her as the dog neared his climax. Then it happened.
Angie groaned, feeling herself gradually becoming sexually excited by the dog's reaming. She was responding to the big animal, helping him by pushing back and screwing up her ass to his fat cock-root. Suddenly she could feel steady jets of animal cum squirting against the walls of her pussy as he drove deeper.
Her ass-flesh twitched as the spunk poured out from her hole and oozed through the thick forest of cunt-hairs and washed over her buttocks. That spurting aroused her more as the big animal kept on firing his load into her and humped.
"Can't get enough? Try the second dog," the big leader said, motioning to the second trainer as the first Doberman crawled off the moaning woman and trotted back to his trainer.
This dog didn't bother sniffing her pussy. He was already aroused and knew what to do. Quickly he mounted the woman, placing his forepaws where the other dog's had been. Angie cried out, screaming for them to leave her alone as she felt the second animal's cock enter her body.
He humped furiously, letting out throaty growls of excitement. The first Doberman's greasy jizz had slicked down Angie's cunt. The dog had no problem slipping his knotty dick into the blonde's dripping pussy.
As that knot in the dog's ballooning prick worked deeper into her cunt, stretching the walls almost as much as Bob's or Jack's cock had done, Angie felt her body growing more and more strained with sexual tension. What was started by the first dog was being finished by the second.
The bands of knotted tension in her belly burst. An all-encompassing red fog covered her mind and body. Grunting, screaming and sobbing, Angie felt her pussy cum with the second dog's jerky, spurting orgasm. Again and again her cunt throbbed mightily as the big dog kept on humping and shooting his sticky load into her. Angie cried out as a sharp contraction ripped through her pussy. Then she relaxed, nearly passing out as the roar of derisive laughter filled her ears.
CHAPTER NINE
Angie lay quietly in the dirt. Her mouth was a tight scar as small, stifled sobs poured from her throat. She could still feel rivulets of animal cum oozing out of her violated pussy.
Fucked by a dog! The knowledge of what had happened to her roared through her mind. How could she ever look at herself in the mirror again?
And the fact that she'd actually enjoyed it! All these men knew she'd cum with the second Doberman. They all watched and even cheered when she thrashed and bounced her bare ass on the ground. She'd squealed like a stuffed pig then, throwing her head around and begging for more as the Doberman fired his spunk into her hole.
Now they stood silently around her, murmuring something. She wondered what they had left for her. Angie had been raped, beaten, whipped, sodomized, then fucked by animals. What could they want with her any more?
The leader stepped forward again, standing in front of the prostrate woman.
"You asked about your wonderful Bob before," he said in a sneering voice.
Bob! Angie had almost forgotten about him. She felt her heart race. What had they done to him? Considering what they'd done to her, she imagined the worst.
"Where is he?" she asked in a soft, trembling voice.
The big man stood silently in front of her, his black eyes glittering through the slits in his white hood.
"That's the surprise," he said, rising his right hand and gesturing to his right.
Angie turned her head and watched as the men parted. There was Bob sitting against a tall Douglas fir tree. He'd been stripped, gagged, then tied to the tree. His eyes gaped widely at her.
From one glance Angie knew he'd guessed what had been going on. She felt disgust and anger rise in her at the same time as she hung her head in shame.
"If you two like fucking together so much, let's see how you turn on here," the leader said, bending down and sliding his hands under Angie's armpits.
The blonde felt herself being jerked to her feet, then shoved forward toward Bob. At the same time two men walked to the young man and untied him, pinning his muscular arms behind his back while they waited for Angie.
"In case you didn't know, your girlfriend seems to like her sex a little wild and kinky," the big hooded man said.
"It's only because you've done these things to her," Bob said helplessly, his eyes blazing with fury.
The hooded group closed in around them, peering hotly at their naked bodies. Angie felt as if the final act for them had finally come.
"Maybe, maybe not. Let's find out," the leader said.
As the men kept holding Bob, the tall leader called for some rope. Taking a thick rough hemp rope from one of his men, the leader looped it around Angie's shoulder, hanging it down over her back, then pulling the end tight up against her crotch. He pulled hard, quickly tying the two loose ends of the rope together just above her nipples.
Angie moaned as she felt the bristles of the rope bite into her gash.
Bob looked at Angie's pussy. The crack seemed to be elongated by the tight fat rope cutting into the tender slit. What he found amazing was that her pussylips seemed to be thickening before his eyes, pouting out around the rope and almost enveloping it. Yet from the strained expression on Angie's face Bob thought at first it was causing her discomfort.
"A little friction ought to warm her up," the big man said, jerking the rope quickly so that it rubbed through her dark red pussy slit.
Angie jerked her head back, letting out a low groan. The coarse fiber had hurt her. Taking the hemp rope again, the leader jerked it up and down roughly several times. Angie's body thrashed from side to side.
"Ahhh! Ohhh! Ohhh!" Angie cried.
She couldn't hide the pain any more. Her body twisted and turned in agony. She jerked her hips as she tried to escape the biting cord.
Two more men grabbed her tightly around the arms, holding her fast as Bob watched the proceedings with unmixed horror.
"You see it's simple as hell. You want to try it?" the big man asked.
"No," Bob said, looking with hatred into the two eye slits of the leader's hood.
With a quick jerk of his right knee, the big hooded man slammed his leg hard against Bob's crotch. The big man groaned then doubled up, standing only because the men kept their grip on his arms.
"Bob, please, please! You can't fight them. Let them do what they want. Maybe then they'll leave us alone," Angie pleaded. She felt the rope destroying her cunt. But at the same time it was stimulating her clit crazily.
Bob stared into her large soft eyes. He found pain and terror there. But there was also something he couldn't understand glaring through to him. It was a deep, dark, demonic lust that made him shudder at what he saw.
"You don't have much of a choice, do you?" the leader asked.
Bob got up slowly, his legs stiffening. The big man nodded and the others let him go. With mechanical determination Bob reached forward and grabbed the rope just above Angie's titties. He gave it a long, downward tug.
"WAHRRRRRR!" Angie shrieked. Her knees buckled, then kicked outward.
Bob waited until she stopped.
"Again," the big man ordered.
Bob looked questioningly at Angie.
"Please," she begged in a low whisper.
He sighed, then pulled the rope up and down in quick, fast jerks. His girlfriend's head snapped back and she screamed her agony. Her legs buckled then kicked madly as the men held her tightly by the arms.
"God, it hurts! It hurts!" she moaned over and over.
Bob stopped pulling on the rope.
"Keep on going. I don't care if you tear her pussy apart. Keep on pulling!" the big man ordered.
The other men in hoods murmured the order, closing in on Bob and Angie and staring at the scene with lustful fascination.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Angie cried.
She felt her mind spinning with pain and pleasure as her thighs jerked regularly. Bob looked down and was startled at what he saw. Angie's normally fat pussylips had grown enormous and puffy, turning a bright red. They completely enveloped the rope now.
"My God, Angie, what've you become?" Bob asked in disgust and horror.
"She's nothing more than what you made her," the big hooded man said, reaching up and pulling his white cover off. To no one's surprise it was her husband Jack standing in front of them.
"Aiiieee! Oh, oh, oh! I can't stand it. Oh God, I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh Bob, it hurts so much, but I'm cumming!" the blonde cried.
Her long legs trembled mightily. Her ass-cheeks bobbed up and down crazily. Bob kept his eyes on her enormously swollen cunt as it pumped greedily at the thick, bristling cord. Angie's eyes rolled up into her head as she let out a loud, high-pitched yowl. The blonde was gripped in the throes of full orgasm now.
The man stared in disbelief as her arms and body lurched and jerked deliriously. It seemed to last forever.
Jack stared grimly at his wife as she bobbed and thrashed helplessly. It seemed forever before her writhing body finally slowed, then stopped. Her body swayed dizzily as she hung her head down and muttered something that sounded like "forgive me."
"Who's that meant for, him or me?" Jack said, eyeing her closely.
Angie moaned. A trickle of blood oozed from her raw cunt now, running down her leg as the two men stared mutely at the woman.
"One more time with the dogs?" one of the trainers asked, his voice shattering the still air that had been broken only by the sharp crackling of the glowing bonfire.
"Why not?" Jack muttered. At that moment Bob lurched forward, breaking away from the two men who had temporarily relaxed their grip to watch Angie being dragged away. He gripped Jack's throat, forcing the bigger man backward and catching him off balance. "Run, Angie!" he cried at the top of his voice. But the blonde simply stood in the middle of the clearing and stared stupidly at him. All resistance and will were gone from her. She watched as Jack regained his composure and swung back, knocking Bob down to the ground.
In a second, men swarmed over his body, jerking him up and pulling him toward the fire. Angie thought for a second they were going to fling him into the flames.
"Ohhh!" she cried, feeling something hard knocking against her hip. It was the first
Doberman. He leaped in the air again, this time forcing her down on the ground. He snapped and barked at her, threatening the wincing woman with his bared teeth.
Angie covered her face with one hand while she pulled her naked body along with the other.
"Roll over!" Jack shouted.
Angie groaned, then did as she was told. Her titties dragged in the dirt as the dog sniffed her bloody pussy. Barking, he jumped on top of her, wrapping his strong forelegs around her belly and pressing his chest tight against her back. Angie could feel the slick, hot prong rubbing against her ass-cheeks and wondered how her cunny could take his cock. It was rubbed raw from the rope. Any fucking now would kill her. She resigned herself and prayed to God she would die soon.
Then came the surprise. The dog had no taste apparently for fucking a messy pussy. Instead he shifted his position higher, moving his knobby dick up until it pressed against her bunghole. Immediately Angie cired out in fear.
"What's to worry about, honey?" Jack said in an ironic voice as he saw what the dog was trying to do. "That's your favorite spot, isn't it?"
Angie didn't have time to answer. She felt the hot pointed dick-tip slice into her bunghole, ripping her ass apart.
The Doberman howled with triumph as he thrust his prong into her shitter. Angie's eyes bugged out. This was too much. She kept on screaming, crawling along the dirt and pounding the ground with her tightly-clenched fingers as the Doberman crawled along with her and kept sinking more of his doggie dickmeat into her shit-chute.
Angie could feel that big knob pressing against the tightly-stretched skin surrounding her ass-hole. The Doberman tried to work it in. It was impossible. He growled with frustration, bending down and nipping the flesh on the back of her neck as he flattened his body against hers and finished with his humping.
"OHHHHHH!" the woman shrieked crazily as she felt the cock swell up and press hard against her shitter walls. She could feel something hot and wet spilling into her bowels. It was like getting an obscene enema. She closed her eyes and cried out wildly as the animal finished ass-fucking her.
"Oh God! God!" Bob said, watching in horrified amazement as Angie collapsed to the ground.
The blonde sobbed and laughed. Hysteria froze her mind from the horror surrounding her. She'd been violated in the worst way possible-and all contrived by her own husband!
"God won't help her or you now," Jack said, stretching out his hand again.
Angie could hear Bob yelling for help, then shrieking out: "No, no!"
Angie stared at the spectacle taking place in front of her. Jack had Bob's balls in his left hand. He was squeezing them tightly. Bob shrieked out again, his body jerking back and forth in pain.
"I'm gonna fix it so you'll never fuck around with any woman again," Jack said.
Angie sucked in a deep breath as she watched her husband flash his right hand forward in a wide arc. He held a long jackknife between his fingers. Her screams mixed with Bob's as Jack slashed at the balls with the blade.
A geyser of blood spurted out, coating Angie's husband's right hand. Bob's body stiffened, then went limp as his screams died away.
"You'll kill him!" Angie cried out, scrambling to her feet and staggering to the prostrate man.
"That's too bad for him," Jack said, reaching out and stopping Angie from getting closer.
Bob's moans were diminishing as blood gushed from the ugly red wound between his legs.
"Let's go," Jack said, waving his right arm high above his head in a wide circle as he held tightly onto Angie with his left.
"Murderers!" Angie cried, backing away from her husband and almost crouching to the ground in fear and disgust. In the background the blonde could hear her voice echoing in the surrounding forest, mixing with the loud barking of the startled Dobermans. The fire flickered and crackled behind her.
"Angie, come here," Jack said in a deep, commanding voice. His manner was calm, almost paternal as he stretched his right hand out to her.
Angie shrank back farther, pressing her arms against her chest and the rope that still bit into her ragged, raw pussy. The blonde had seen him stretch out that hand before for whips, knives, and other instruments of torture.
"No, you killed him! Noooo!" the woman wailed, jerking her head around and looking for some possible way of escape.
"There's nowhere you can go, Angie. You've got to stay with me. That, or join him," Jack said, nodding his head in the direction of Bob's body.
Angie moved her eyes in the direction her husband nodded toward. She saw Bob-once so vital and handsome-now silent and bloody. Her forehead wrinkled as she shook her head slowly back and forth. Angie could feel hot tears welling up in her eyes.
"Then come with me," Jack said, keeping his arm outstretched in front of him while he started walking slowly toward her. Angie looked around her wildly. There was no escape. The men seemed to be closing in on her. And even if there were some way to escape, where could she go like that? Jack would find her sooner or later. And then...?
"Angie," the big man said, standing directly in front of her.
His eyes glittered with a power and force that crushed her will. The blonde could feel every ounce of resistance being drained from her. He had turned her into a thing with no will or desire of its own. Angie suddenly felt very small and insignificant. Her knees buckled.
"No," Jack said simply, catching her and holding her until the blonde's legs were more stable. Gently Jack untied the rope still tightly bound to her body, letting the hemp fall to the ground next to her foot. "Let's go," he said quietly, taking her by the arm and leading her toward the path back to the cars.
Angie turned her head around and watched three men pick up Bob's body and drag it toward the darkness of the forest.
"Come on, Angie," Jack said, pulling her arm harder.
The blonde obeyed, turning back around and following her husband meekly. Angie thought back around and following her husband meekly. Angie thought about the night and what had happened. How she'd changed!
No, no I haven't, the blonde thought to herself as she walked back to the cars. I'll get out of this; I swear I will.
"Inside, Angie," Jack said, holding the door open.
His eyes burned like laser beams. Angie felt her last bit of resistance flicker and die quietly.
"A nice night," Jack commented as Angie crawled into the rear seat. Behind them the glow from the clearing dimmed, then went out.
