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 woman, the story is much the sadder....
Christina Pembleton, the young woman in this book, is the victim of immoral people. An innocent woman, 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.
TORMENTED BY BEASTS-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
Christina Pembleton trembled. Brad Stokeley's slow stroking fingers at the nape of her neck sent a strange flutter up and down her spine. Her marble-colored skin began to crawl with excitement, puckering visibly into gooseflesh while that hot itchy spot between her loins began to ache deliciously once more.
He was aiming that rock-hard bulge behind his fly against her groin, teasingly stoking up the fire in her cunt. The plump lips of her tight young pussy were aching to be touched; to be rubbed by those rough, calloused fingers of Brad's, then peeled back and stretched for his cock.
Christina closed her eyes and shuddered. Having her ass rubbed and squeezed felt good. His hands were gentle, even if they were those of a workman. Her nipples stood up, stiffening against her loose-fitting cotton blouse. As she swayed back and forth against Brad's thick, hot body, the young blonde could feel her heavy jugs rubbing against one another. And how her nipples ached as they slid back and forth against the soft material! When Christina felt the iron bands of his arms close around her, she groaned with pleasure.
"Brad, please don't," Christina managed to get out as she weakly tried to push herself away. She was surprised at how low and husky her voice had suddenly become.
"Don't what?" Brad countered, looking down at the young woman.
Christina peered up meekly, shivering as she felt his sparkling black eyes bore down into her skull. His squarely shaped face, tanned skin, thick neatly trimmed black beard and shiny black hair reminded the woman of a Hun from the far steppes of Asia. There was a kind of brutal, elemental force sparking through Brad Stokeley whenever he looked at a woman, an aura that attracted as well as terrified most who noticed it. Christina had noticed it for several days now, vainly trying to keep her mind on her work at the new project school. But whenever Brad walked into her make-shift office, his broad bare chest glistening with streams of sweat trickling through his thick matting of body fur and his yellow hardhat pushed back on his head defiantly, the young blonde felt her cool facade slipping away and the animal bitch instinct she thought she had buried years ago rise to the surface. Brad noticed the reaction though he made nothing out of it until today.
The big workman smiled, his thick sensuous lips pulled back in a devilish grin and revealing a straight row of white teeth. He slid his hands down her body and onto her ass again. As he pulled Christina tighter against him, he gave a slight hunch to his hips. The blonde didn't pull away as she had tried the first time.
Christina gasped as Brad moved his face against hers. His mouth nuzzled into her neck and his hot breath blew through the curling tendrils of her hair. The workman's body was working against hers, twisting and rubbing against her flesh while his hands pulled at her rounded assmounds, kneading them like dough.
As he tugged them apart, Christina could feel that pressure pulling at her swelling labes, forcing them to unstick, then fall back together and rub teasingly against her rising clit. Oh, she could go on like this forever!
Then Brad began kissing, moving his mouth to hers, pressing his thick lips against the young blonde's and forcing her to accept his thick, hot tongue. Christina hesitated for a moment, knowing if she went this far it would be too late for her to stop. It had been so long since the last time.
But hadn't she worked hard enough in her life to finally enjoy herself? Hadn't she sacrificed God only knows how long and how much? Wasn't it her turn now to have some fun? What harm could possibly come from this? Certainly it wouldn't be like the last time when her father came in and found her with ... No, she wouldn't think about that!
Christina accepted that hot slippery thing, fighting back with her own tongue as she groaned deep in her throat with pleasure. As his thick tongue lashed down her throat, scraping over the tops of her teeth and washing down the sides of her cheeks, Christina felt her sticky pussylips being pulled apart.
Brad had his hands under her short black skirt now, working his fingers under her clinging pantyhose until they crawled over her naked skin. Every time he squeezed, he pulled her legs open. Soon two fingers were rubbing over the flesh between her ass and cunt. Hot, thick cunt oil bubbled out of her pussy until her crotch panel was wet with it.
As their hot, spit-filled mouths sucked and gurgled together, Christina could feel that iron-stiff bulge between Brad's legs pressing against the soft, slippery lips of her twat. Her mind was being blurred by a red fog of lust. Through it she could see the twisted, angry face of her father as he stood in the doorway of her bedroom that night, his hands pressed so hard against the wood molding that his knuckles were white from the pressure. Behind him stood her mother, so weak and fragile-looking. The woman's face was white with revulsion and horror, her eyes large and bulging as she came upon the scene in front of her.
Christina had been fucking Mr. Jennings, the neighbor across the street who had always had an eye for her. That hot day she'd been watering the lawn while he was clipping the hedges. Not a word was spoken. But the two of them had walked up to her bedroom arm in arm, knowing full well what they were going to do. Neither of them expected her folks to come home until late in the evening.
"Ummmmm," Christina hummed as she felt his tongue sliding down her throat.
Brad was pushing her back, forcing her legs against the front edge of the couch in her office. His tongue was lashing up and down her throat now while his fingers pushed closer and closer to the bottom junction of her cuntlips.
It had been a long time since Christina had felt a man's touch, especially there! Her flesh exploded with sexual fire while she pulled violently away from Brad's mouth and gasped for air. She opened her eyes and looked at the hunky workman with a glazed stare.
He was peeling down her pantyhose, working the silky material over her hipbones while he kept rubbing his crotch against hers. With one quick movement he had the nylon hose down to her knees while he pushed her down onto the couch. Brad followed her immediately, not giving her a chance to think twice about what was about to happen. There was a desperate, animal frenzy with every move he made. His arms tightened around her as he settled on top of her body. His weight pushed her deep into the sofa cushions.
Christina felt paralyzed, unable to move under his muscular mass. His body seemed to be supported on the points of her jutting tits while the hard column of flesh between his legs kept jabbing at the agonizingly achy itchy spot down below her flat belly. She couldn't stop herself from opening her mouth wide and sucking his tongue deeper inside. Her legs spread apart as he settled between them. Christina could smell the pungent aroma of sweat and dirt filling her nostrils--the aroma of a working man, of an animal crawling on top of her, forcing her will to bend to his. It was a kind of rape. But how could it be rape when she was so willing to take his cock? Cock. The word burned into her spinning brain as she wondered how thick and long Brad's cock was. Would she be able to take him without screaming in pain? The thought of him ripping apart her pussy made her shiver with delight as well as terror.
"It's right here baby, right? This is the place where it itches, right?" he asked in a mocking voice as he eased his hand between her legs and cupped her tender pussy tightly.
That subtle, gentle pressure was like an electric shock. Christina felt every muscle in her body stiffen as her back arched up and she rose from the couch. Her lungs ached and burned while her nostrils flared. She dug her slender fingers into the scratchy material of the sofa cushions, her heels dragging across those cushions as Brad maintained his teasing pressure. She moaned again as she felt his fingers work over her fat, sensitive lips.
"Oh, pplease," she stammered, closing her eyes and feeling her body shudder violently. This was more powerful than that first time. But then she was a virgin, hot and willing, yet afraid and not knowing what to expect. Now she knew about that ultimate pleasure even if she had only experienced it once with a man. That expectation, coupled with the years of privation she had suffered, made Christina more desperate for a cock than she ever thought she could be. It was as if a dam had given way deep inside her. The blonde was awash in a sea of sensuality, thrashing helplessly around as Brad played her feelings the way a concert pianist plays his instrument.
Christina felt Brad's hands work quickly. He tugged her pantyhose down to her feet, then pulled them off. Next came her skirt. In several short, jerky movements the big workman unzipped the garment, working it down over her writhing hips until it too was crumpled on the hardwood floor.
Christina was naked from the waist down, only her thin, sweat-stained blouse clung to her big titties. Oh, how good it felt to have her clothes peeled off by a man. How good it felt to be naked this way, stripped bare by a near-animal, thrashing shamelessly under his hot, glaring eyes while her fate hung in the balance! These thoughts whirled around and around the blonde's head as Brad knelt between her widely splayed legs, his thumbs hooked around the belt loops of his faded and dirty Levi's. His fly was only inches away from her opened mouth. If only she could have the courage to reach up and pull that silver tab down. But no, that would be too forward. Brad would have to take the initiative, no matter how hot she was to trot. Christina couldn't let herself give way to her feelings--not, at least, this time.
"Why don't you lube this up," Brad said, moving his right hand down from his broad brown leather belt.
He took that zipper tab between his thumb and forefinger, tugging it down until his pants fell open into two halves. Stray black curls of his cockhairs peeked around the edges of his zipper teeth as the big workman reached in and pulled out his fat, long cunt-splitter.
"Oh!" Christina cried out as her eyes popped open at what she saw.
His cock was at least ten inches long and thick as a fat Italian sausage. There were no knotty veins disfiguring his prick, nor an ugly foreskin cheesy with stale cum and piss. He was clean-cut and big, hung like a big horse with fat balls hanging at the broad root near his belly.
"Feel that cock!"
At the same time Brad fumbled with the snap on his tight pants, popping it open then working his belt desperately until it, too, fell apart. His Levi's were soon peeled down to his knees, revealing the full powerful manliness of Brad's hairy crotch.
Christina reached up tentatively with her right hand, working her naked asscheeks into the sofa cushions as she felt the fleshy thick head throb as her fingertips barely brushed against the big red knob. His cock was so hot it almost burned her fingers. She closed her hand over it and was surprised she couldn't touch her palm with her fingertips. And he was going to drill her cunt with that thing!
Christina felt another pang of terror as she thought of that possibility. Would she be able to take something like that without fainting from the pain? Christina could feel his hairy, muscular legs pushing between hers. He was getting ready. He was getting ready to plow that long, thick prong into her cunt, forcing her tight pussylips apart and sticking that monster into her twat!
"No! Hurt!" Christina babbled, dropping her hand and covering her cunt protectively as she drew her legs together and rolled slightly to the right. Brad pulled back, letting out a long, shuddering sigh of frustration as he looked down at her.
"Okay, okay," he said in a thick voice.
"I'm sorry," Christina said shame-faced, unable to look up at Brad. She was afraid he'd think she was some kind of frigid tease. But she wasn't. If only he'd realize she just needed a little more time. Just a little.
"Let's try something else for a while," Brad said, seeming to sense what was on her mind.
Christina relaxed, rolling back on her ass and dropping her hand from her crotch as she felt Brad moving down her body. His head was over her titties now. She could feel him opening the pearl buttons of her blouse. Soon it came off her shoulders. Gently he lifted her torso up from the couch, slipping the wrinkled blouse from her shoulders and dropping it to the floor, then lowering her back down to the cushions.
Before he made another move, Brad reached down and pulled off his dirty white cotton tee-shirt. Christina let out a low moan as she saw that familiar brawny, hairy, sweaty chest come into view. But now, with his Levi's almost pulled all the way off and with that big hairy dick standing out from his crotch like a spear ready to split her open, Brad was ten times more exciting than she'd seen him before.
His head lowered until Christina could feel his mouth engulf one tender jutting nipple. She could feel his strong white teeth sinking into the hard brown flesh while his tongue laved her titty-tip.
At the same time Brad reached down and cupped her hot cuntal mound once more, rubbing the greasy edges of her fat labes together until his fingers were slippery with a thick coating of cunt juice. He could feel the hairs matting down to her flesh with that seeping fluid as he worked his finger past her tight outer lips, scraping the sensitive spongy membrane between her inner and outer labes.
That knife-like sensation sent Christina's mind spinning out of control. She jerked her hips back, then down, trying to work that jagged fingernail up to her blood-filled clitty. The blonde was bouncing her ass across the sofa now, jerking it back and forth, up and down, bobbing around like a berserk puppet as Brad sucked and bit onto her titty while playing with her tightening pussy.
Quickly he moved to her mouth, covering it with his and spearing his tongue back down into her throat while he pinched her right cuntlip tightly. The pressure was so sudden and unexpected that Christina gasped for air. Her body shuddered. A strange, strangling gurgling sound escaped from her lips. Brad pulled away from her mouth, moving his head down to her other titty He sucked first one nipple then the other while he worked his fingers expertly over her tightening, juicing cunt. Christina was babbling senselessly now, rolling her head back and forth over the pillow. Strands of her golden blonde hair clung to her sweat-dampened forehead.
A string of drool trickled out from the right corner of her mouth while her nostrils flared with lust. She was on fire, burning out of control under Brad's urging.
Slowly he moved his hands up from her cunt, dragging them up her hot flesh until they were cupping her flattened asscheeks. Christina could feel his hot hands as they moved up to her buttocks. They were wet with her own fuck oil, and that knowledge excited the hell out of her. She was a bitch in heat, bucking, thrashing, writhing against a stud who was going to scratch that itch of desire between her shaking, trembling legs!
Brad raised himself up once more, his face twisted with lust. It was obvious he was as close to bringing this to an end as she was. Yet both of them wanted to prolong this episode as long as possible. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, regaining control of his passion. A slight shudder rippled through his strong body. Opening his eyes once more, Brad looked hotly but silently into Christina's urging blue eyes. Then he moved forward, his fat cock swaying back and forth with the movements while his balls jiggled.
Christina knew what he wanted. But she had never sucked cock before. Even that first time the neighbor had never even suggested her doing something like that. But wouldn't it be fun to try something like that?
Without asking or saying a word, Christina raised her head from the pillow when Brad stopped his moving. His cock jerked only inches away from parted lips. She placed the fingers of her right hand gently on his fat dickhead and saw the big man sway at that touch. A thrill of power rippled through her body as she bent forward and took that greasy cockhead between her full lips and sucked it in.
CHAPTER TWO
Christina drew in the mauve-colored cockhead, sucking her cheeks in while she caressed his entering prick with her tongue. She could immediately taste the salty, pungent flavor of Brad's oozing pre-cum as it trickled out of his broad pissslit. She moved her head forward a little more while another inch of that hot dickmeat slid over her lower teeth and entered her mouth.
Brad pushed his palms against the sides of her head, pressing them tightly against her ears while he squeezed his hairy, muscular asscheeks together and drove another inch of cock into Christina's mouth.
"UMMMMMM!" the young woman moaned as she tilted her head back slightly and swallowed more salty cum. Then Christina pulled back until just her lips were pressed gently around the big knob. She pushed her tongue out, then began licking his prick. She trailed the pointed wet tip just barely along the throbbing underside of Brad's dick. The young workman let out a shuddering moan, his body swaying dangerously to the right and nearly falling off the couch.
Christina knew the tension was driving him wild with sexual excitement. This knowledge made her cunt tighten and ripple with preorgasmic spasms. She was in control, and that thrilled her. She slid her tongue lightly downward until it came in contact with the thick, broad root of Brad's prong. Then she moved back up, zigzagging her tongue along his jerking prick until she pushed it up into the narrow groove of the workman's cockdome.
Christina repeated this teasing licking several times, each time driving Brad closer and closer to the brink of orgasm. For a girl who had only fantasized about doing something like this, Christina congratulated herself on her success.
Several minutes later she changed her tactics. Having lathered down Brad's cock with her spit, she moved her head forward until her mouth was directly over his cockhead. She was going back to the cock-sucking, but this time both of them were dangerously close to popping off. Christina felt like a wild woman as she opened her mouth and prepared to take Brad's prick once again. All the cool-headed business woman and celebrated-beauty nonsense vanished into thin air under Brad's gaze and body. All she could think of was that unbearable itch in her cunny and how that prick would satisfy it.
Of course, Christina could beg Brad to fuck her now. It would take care of her needs as well as his immediately. But the blonde, no matter how inexperienced she was at this point, suspected that the longer she prolonged the eventual climax for both of them, the more immensely satisfying it would be when it came.
So Christina kept on sucking, sliding her lips easily over the bell-shaped cockhead, sucking and swirling her tongue and hot spittle around the pulsating meaty head while she ran her forefinger teasingly up and down the ridge of Brad's prickshaft. Christina could feel the workman bucking and shuddering his way to climax. More than once he nearly fell off the couch from his own violent movements. Christina could tell from the way his cock reacted in her mouth that he would have a hot, thrilling, full cum when he finally shot off his load.
As hot as she was, Christina still was able to remain cool enough to play him like an instrument, tonguing and fingering him, making him respond in a way she wanted him to respond. This was the first time in a long time. There was an urge in this woman to be possessed, to be humiliated and subjected to the most brutal of forces. And at the same time there was another side that demanded completed obedience to its will. She bobbed her head back and forth on that stiff prick while she spread her cuntlips apart with her fingers and teased her clitty with their tips.
Christina slid her head down farther onto the thick pole, washing the hot cockflesh with her tongue as she sucked in her cheeks harder. Brad cried out something in a choked, husky voice. He sounded as if he were strangling in his own spittle. Finally the woman felt his cockhairs brushing against her upper lip. The tip of Brad's cock was pressing the back of her throat. She raised her left hand while still spreading her labes apart with her right and rolled the workman's balls back and forth. She milked those hot nuts tenderly between her fingers, swinging on Brad's thick pole of cockmeat as she felt that dick balloon up between her lips.
"No way," Brad said determinedly, pushing the young girl away from him.
Christina moaned as she felt the flanged head slip from between her lips. Brad kept his eyes fastened on hers, sliding back from her and rolling onto his ass. He raised his legs, sliding his Levi's completely off and dropping them to the floor. Removing his socks, he was now as naked as she was. Christina realized now he'd been close to dropping his load in her mouth. He'd pulled back, using the time for finishing his undressing to regain control of his cock. He wanted to fuck her in the cunt, to dump his spunk into her hot pussy as much as she wanted that cum there.
Brad rolled back, raising his arms and pressing his fingers gently but firmly on her bare shoulders. Christina submitted meekly. She fell back onto the couch, her knees falling apart as Brad nestled between her jutting hipbones once more. Christina let out a startled cry of delight as she felt that fat pole come to rest against the wet cleft of her cunny. Silently but quickly Brad got to work, raising his hairy ass up, dragging the stiff, throbbing pole across her swollen cuntal mound until its tip was poised over the wet slit. Christina wailed, then shut up as she waited for the initial cock thrust.
It came with mind-blinding force. He pushed down, working his thick cockhead inside. Christina held her breath, feeling the heat of Brad's body grow more intense as his chest descended lower and lower toward her titties. As the head slid in, her pussylips peeled back, then snapped shut tightly over it. His big long shaft was outside, waiting to shove into the velvety dark red hole.
"Like it, honey? Like it, Christina?" Brad gasped out.
Sweat trickled down his broad, wrinkled forehead, burning into his ears and eyes as his body trembled on the brink of orgasm. He was twisting his body around so she could feel his dick working in on her. The spongy head reamed out the tight passage, pushing farther and farther into her willing body. His cockshaft disappeared inch by thick inch, drilling into her stiffening body. How she wanted to swallow all of it. How she wanted to feel that thick cock pushing apart her snatchwalls, forming a tight, tiny tunnel of lust while his balls pumped out the thick cum.
"Ohhhhhh!" Christina begged as she felt her pussy being stretched wide open to take his thick cock. "More, mm-more," the young blonde begged shamelessly. Her legs were pushed farther apart while her knees rose, nearly pressing against her titties. A tight, hot sensation made every nerve ending in her body stand up and sputter with excitement. Her nipples throbbed as Brad's thumbs and forefingers rubbed them to a state of explosion.
Christina thought the pressure in her cunt would suddenly give way to an explosion. She could feel the safety fuses in her body sputtering dangerously close to overload. There were only two more inches outside her cunt. She wanted it all inside her. Brad was rolling on top of her, pushing her down, holding her tightly under him while he pushed his rod up inside her begging body. Christina reached up to pull down his chest against her titties.
"Oh yeah, take it, babe," Brad gasped, bearing down hard. His rod pushed through the tight, slippery hole, his cockhead almost cooking and frying in the hot cuntal oil. Her velvety pussy walls were grabbing that dick. Down and down he went, turning Christina's mind into a blob of quivering jelly.
"Please, fuck, please, fuck," the blonde babbled over and over as she rolled her ass back and forth, raising her legs high and scissoring them tightly around Brad's thick neck.
She hunched up, spearing her pussy on that rod, then riding him up and down like a horse in a merry-go-round She jerked like a speared fish, crying, sobbing, gurgling with passion as her head rolled around the pillow behind her. She was close to cumming, teetering on the brink of a powerful, painful orgasm. The cords stood out on her neck while the throbs in her pussy reverberated through her entire body.
Christina moaned louder and louder as she felt his weight come to rest on her clit. His hairy hardness rubbed over her body. She spread her legs as wide as she could while still holding tightly onto Brad's neck and shoulders with her legs. She kept begging for more cock even though the young workman had buried all ten inches into her.
Christina cried out a choked sob, feeling the rushing of his cock as it ripped through her tight pussy. Before she realized it, he was hammering against her clit. This time Brad didn't stop to tease. He was bent on seeing it through. That idea froze the young blonde's mind with passion. Her first cum in years--and an explosive, mind-blasting one. He kept going, slamming down harder and faster, his weight shaking her as he hunched his way into her body again and again. Christina was grunting with the force of his blows. Her cunt was being stretched wide open by the spiral working of his fucking strokes. His cock was ballooning out, throbbing against her stretched cuntal walls until Christina thought she was going to come apart.
"AAaaaahhhhhh!" Christina moaned as a flash of fire ripped through her pussy. It was a strange, hot/wet feeling that radiated up to her titties, then down her arms, thighs, legs and to the backs of her feet. Her heels beat a strange exotic rhythm against his humping back as her toes fanned out. A tingling tickled her legs and arms as her ass ground up once more to meet him. Her entire body was clutching Brad as he fucked her to climax.
"Getting hot, baby? Cutting loose? SHOOT!" Brad cried as he worked his muscular hips like oil pumps.
Christina knew instinctively he was cumming. Somewhere deep in her body she felt an explosion occur, radiating through her body and intensifying until it spread across her cunny. There, it exploded with a force that drove Christina nearly into unconsciousness. It felt as if the world was inside her pussy and was exploding. Her cuntal walls spasmed as her pussy clutched around his hunk of meat, holding the squirming, shooting cock like a fleshy beartrap.
"Cum, cum!" Brad gasped.
He pushed his body down hard and held it there, his thick jizz spilling out of Christina's spasming cunny. The young blonde felt her cuntal muscles clench down hard, release, then clench again. She was cumming, her clitty jerking and twitching. Christina tried to scream, but her throat was too tight and dry for her to do anything but make guttural, choking sounds. The tall workman dug his rough fingertips into her fleshy buttocks, bruising the tender skin as he kept firing his load machine-gun style.
Christina cried out as she felt the sticky hot cum oozing out from between her raw, red lips and trickling down the valley between her cunt and asshole toward her shitter. She could feel the rough material of the sofa cushions rubbing her back and ass raw as she bounced her cheeks up and down.
"NOOOOO!" the blonde finally managed to shriek out as she raked Brad's back with her sharp fingernails, peeling his tough skin with those razor-sharp weapons as the tightness and pleasure/pain in her cunt peaked. "Fuck MEEEEE!" Christina screamed, then broke down into incoherent sobbing sounds as she tossed her head violently from side to side. All the air went out of her body. Christina felt like a violently deflated punching bag as Brad thrust his shooting dick into her cunt three more times before collapsing heavily on top of her writhing body.
The spasms continued several seconds after Brad finished cumming. Christina groaned under the hot weight of his body, finally pushing up with the palms of her hands as her cunt slackened.
"You were too fuckin' hot," Brad said, pulling his head from the nape of her neck and looking down at Christina. The young blonde blinked open her eyelids and peered up at the rough workman. What she saw surprised her in a way. Brad was a roughly hewn man, not too welleducated, and certainly far from the wealthy men she had dated all through high school and college.
What would her parents say if they could see her now, pinned to the couch with jizz leaking from around her cuntal lips--and pinned there by a man they wouldn't even spit at let alone consider as a suitable mate for their daughter. But then again her father had called her a slut that evening--nothing more than a common whore who couldn't handle her base desires. She had tried to prove to her parents they were wrong. And for a while they seemed to forgive her. And yet she could always see something in her father's eyes that told her he never forgot that incident or forgave her. Well, what would they think now? That possibility made Christina giggle nervously.
"Something funny, baby?" Brad asked, moving his body.
As he shifted his weight, his limp cock rubbed up against her clitshaft. Surprisingly, Christina felt her clit begin to respond to that light touch. Maybe l am turning into a slut, she thought to herself as she tried to sit up. The thought now was more serious that the former one and worried her throughout the rest of the evening.
"No, just thinking," Christina said off handedly, wondering how she could get rid of Brad now. She could tell he wanted to stay around for a bit longer, talking small talk and enjoying the comfortable warm afterglow lovers enjoy experiencing after a good, hard fuck. But Christina felt uncomfortable now with Brad. She had come down in the world when she gave into the big workman's passionate advance. That thought burned her pride, even though she knew it was wrong.
"That's bad for the soul. Thinking about the group coming here today?"
"I almost forgot!" Christina cried, jerking up as she twisted to one side and pushed her thighs back from Brad.
This sudden motion enabled the young blonde to pull free from the workman. She shuddered slightly as she felt the flanged head of his big prick slip free of her clutching cuntlips. The young woman rose quickly from the couch, pattering noiselessly on the wooden floor as she bent down and gathered up her scattered clothing.
Brad lay down on his back, locking his fingers behind his head and watched Christina move about the small, one-window room. She had the grace and agility of a cat, her legs moving quickly and with definite purpose. Christina was one of those women whose every move was sensuous, arousing. There was a liquid flow about her body. Even now, after having blown one of the biggest loads he had in his life, Brad could feel the hot blood beginning to flow into his flaccid cock again. He squeezed his asscheeks together and could feel his cock respond.
"You have to go now, Brad," Christina said uneasily as she stood next to the couch with her clothing in her hands. There was a nervous tension in her eyes expressing her double feeling toward him--hope that he would get out of here soon so she could finish her work, and a faint desire that he would stay in spite of what she said, forcing her will once more to bend to his. It was that dual nature of hers again.
The big workman lay quietly on the couch without saying a word. Christina frowned, her forehead wrinkling with irritation as she tried to think of some way to get him to move. It was getting late--almost five o'clock now. She had to get to work if she hoped to complete it before the boys arrived from the city.
"All right, m'am," Brad drawled, unlocking his fingers and swinging his long, muscular legs over the side of the couch.
Christina drew her clothing protectively against her hanging, jutting tits and stepped back as Brad stood up. He moved forward quickly, grabbing her roughly by the elbows and jerking her to him. Christina let out a cry of surprise, dropping her clothes to the floor. But the feel of his hot, hairy, tough skin rubbing against hers; the sensation of his stiffening cock working its way in between her puffing cuntlips silenced any further cries for help.
He pressed his thick lips to hers, driving in his tongue while his calloused hands crawled all over her flesh. Just when he started to caress the soft, creamy flesh of her buttcheeks Brad pulled away, leaving the young woman hanging in midair.
"Got to go," he said, smirking as he turned and started dressing.
Christina looked at him wide-eyed, feeling her sexual juices flowing unsatisfied. She could have spat, but instead began dressing in silence.
CHAPTER THREE
Christina Pembleton came from one of the finest families in Westchester County, New York. Her parents adored her, giving her everything she could ever ask for, taking her to the city and exposing her to all the arts, crafts and sophistication Manhattan could lavish on the pretty young girl. She was a bright and perceptive child, although even at the early age of six the young girl was showing an inordinate curiosity about her sexual organs as well as those of others.
If she were considered pretty as a child, she was a true beauty by the time she was eighteen. Her whitish blonde hair had mellowed into a silky golden yellow that fell in soft waves over her forehead and down to her shoulders. Her bright blue eyes had lost some of their innocent sparkle, becoming almost sensuous as she gazed coolly at the world outside her. Five feet three inches tall, Christina was of medium build with narrow but well-rounded hips, a firm, melon-sized pair of asscheeks kept taut by constant swimming, and thirty-six-inch titties jutting from her chest.
It was little surprise many boys had tried to slip their cocks into Christina's cunt. And it is little surprise the young teenager wasn't tempted by their advances. She had developed early in life and was ready for her first sexual experience by the time she was thirteen. But her mother and father had always told her she was special and should "wait" until that perfect man came along and married her. Christina waited, satisfying her itching, aching pussy nightly by fingering herself. And yet, in her dreams, the young blonde could see nothing else but some shadowy man with a very large and very stiff cock meant only for her.
When she was eighteen the waiting stopped. A nearby neighbor notorious for sniffing out and plucking cherries managed to fuck her, much to the dismay of her parents. That was when she was eighteen. Except for one or two minor incidents in college, Christina had never fucked another man. Brad was the first, awakening in her a feeling she thought she had successfully buried seven years ago.
As she slipped back into her clothing after Brad had left, Christina thought of her plan. Having studied psychology in college, then having gone to work for the New York City Juvenile Correctional Facilities, Christina felt the only way she could straighten out these young boys--or at least some of them--was to get them out of the environment of the city. In more natural surroundings, they could work out their frustrations in constructive jobs. There would be people trained to help the boys in all aspects of this kind of reeducation.
Of course, trying to convince the authorities of the viability of her plan was an almost hopeless task. Most balked at the expense, a definite problem considering the financial condition of the city at that time. When Christina offered her money as well as her father's considerable fortune as collateral, the officials then worried about the publicity should the project turn into a failure.
In the end Christina won out as she always did in an argument. A small farm some twenty miles from the center of Manhattan was leased by the city with Christina's money. Three rooms upstairs in the large wood-frame house would serve as living spaces for the first load of boys. The downstairs would provide living quarters and office space for the meager staff of this new institution.
Brad was one of five workmen assigned to refurbish the farm with anything Christina wanted--after all, she was footing the bill the city fathers realized If she wanted to turn it into an estate, so be it. The men worked quickly repainting and replastering most of the rooms while adding more plumbing to the upstairs area of the main house. More workers had driven from the city several days ago carrying large pre-fab walls for work buildings to be constructed some fifty feet from the main house. They were put up within three hours, looking unfortunately more like Nazi concentration camp holding tanks than woodworking facilities.
Yet, Christina reasoned, things would improve once the boys arrived and got to work. The equipment arrived the next day, enough for a squadron of busy Boy Scouts to construct a small city.
The last thing to come were the animals--four German shepherds, specially trained by the city authorities, and two horses. These, Christina hoped, would provide some of the boys with the love and attention they had lacked in their early, formative years.
When everything was finally pushed and shoved into place, Christina realized. it was far from the ideal reform farm she'd dreamed of. But it was a start. And she would have to be satisfied with it, considering the first load of boys--four of them--would be arriving from the juvenile facilities this evening.
Hiring a staff wasn't particularly easy either.
Though Christina and her father were footing most of the bill, even their large fortunes were beginning to feel the financial pinch of her project. Some special teachers and trained psychologists would be arriving tomorrow to counsel the boys and suggest various types of training for them. Local penal authorities would stay the evening with them, it was hoped, with others arriving the following day to remain on a more permanent basis.
"Oh God," the young blonde mumbled, straightening out her clothes and smoothing down her hair.
It was another hot evening--temperatures in the nineties with humidity hovering around the same figures. Christina walked across the small room and opened the door, feeling a rush of fresh if somewhat hot and stuffy air blow across her face. The house was dark and silent. She'd been careful to invite Brad in from his work on the wiring in the main living room after the other workmen had left for the day. Now she stepped into the deserted hall and stopped, looking around and smiling at her work. The dark wood and high Victorian ceilings added to the quiet somberness of the home. Not exactly paradise, Christina thought as she walked slowly to the front door. But it would do for now.
Opening the door, the young blonde looked up at the cloudy sky Thick, dark thunderheads had rolled in from the Atlantic and were scudding across the sky. The wind began to pick up and blow loose leaves and dirt around in whirlwinds around the house. Christina felt her long blonde hair whipping against her face and neck as she stepped down from the small porch to the gravel drive and walked to the far rectangular building that now served as a temporary kennel/stable.
Above the brisk howling of the wind Christina could hear the barking of the dogs and neighing of the two horses.
"Evenin', Miss Pembleton," Jack Slaeter said, stepping out of the building just as Christina was about to open the door.
She widened her eyes in surprise, then narrowed them in displeasure as she watched a filthy smirk cross his lips. Jack was somewhat secretive and cunning. But there was nothing secret about what he thought of Christina. His eyes were always glued on her, measuring her steps, fondling her titties, trailing down her supple curves to her thighs, indecently undressing her and then God only knows what.
Christina wanted to have him fired three days after the city of New York hired him as caretaker for the grounds and animals. But the authorities felt Christina, even though she was footing most of the bill, just wasn't qualified enough to determine who would be hired or fired around the farm. In the end she withdrew her request, although not quickly enough for Jack not to hear about it. Ever since then he'd been watching her like a hawk about to p ounce on a helpless mouse. Instinctively Christina crossed her arms in front of her tits.
"Are the animals ready?" Christina said coolly, regarding Jack with nervous attention.
"Why don't you see for yourself? I think one of the dogs got to us hurt," Jack said, his big brown eyes almost rolling in his head as he gave her that same filthy look he had for the young blonde ever since he started working there.
Christina walked briskly past Jack into the small building. She immediately forgot about her dislike for the man. In spite of what he was personally, professionally he had a way with animals. She could tell he had a way with them and would be valuable when the boys started coming in.
"Which dog?" Christina asked, stopping several feet inside the building. She could smell the pungent aroma of animal feed and stale piss. This section of the building would serve--when the furniture came in--as a tiny office. It was partitioned off from the rest of the building by a large white wall with one door in the center. Behind it were housed the dogs and--at night--the horses.
"None of them," Jack replied.
Christina felt her hair stand on end as the light suddenly dimmed. The young blonde dropped her hands to her sides and wheeled around just in time to see Jack hurtling toward her like a missile. She stepped back and to the right, but not in time to avoid being hit by the young man. He grabbed her hard by the wrist, twisting it around until a bolt of pain shot through her arm and into her shoulder. Christina cried out, her head snapping back while she pitched forward and fell hard to her knees.
"Let me go!" she shouted, twisting her head up and looking with agonized hatred at her tormentor.
He was still holding onto her wrist tightly, pressing her palm against his fly and rubbing it sensuously up and down.
When Christina realized what he was doing, she fought down the desire to retch and sneered at him. "So, you finally show your colors now. I should've fired you long ago. But I'll make sure the authorities find out about this."
"Not until I've taken what I want," Jack said thickly, his sunburned, gaunt face twisting up evilly into a mask of lust. He reached down With his other hand and grabbed Christina's free wrist, clamping his fingers so tightly onto her flesh the young girl thought she would faint from the pain. Jerking her arms forward, Jack forced Christina's face against his crotch.
"Stop IT!" she cried, feeling the rough material of his Levi's scraping against her nose. The floor hurt her knees as she struggled in vain against his hard grip.
"You gonna suck my cock? Suck it like you did that stud's?" Jack sneered.
Christina jerked her head up and looked wildly into his glowing eyes. They burned like two hot coals. God, she'd never seen anything so evil and disgusting before in her life.
"How did--" Jack pulled her arms up, forcing the young blonde to stand.
"You thought you were so careful. You've got a window in that room, baby, and I've got eyes. I know what's going on around here. If that fucker's good enough for your cunt, I'm good enough for your ass, Jack said, bending his head down and planting his lips on hers suddenly.
Christina felt her stomach turn over as she smelled his foul breath blowing into her nostrils, His spittle tasted of stale garbage and wine as he forced her lips apart and shoved in his tongue. With surprising presence of mind, Christina let him have his way, then bit down hard on his upper lip and tongue.
Jack let out an animal shriek of pain and rage, tearing himself free of Christina and falling back. Blood oozed from one corner of his mouth as the young blonde broke free and bolted for the door. But Jack was too fast. Jerking forward, he reached out with his right hand and grabbed her by the hair, pulling back and forcing to the floor with a cry of frustration and agony.
"You Goddamned fuckin' bitch," he growled, holding his mouth with one hand while he twisted her hair tighter and tighter in his fingers with the other. "I've always wanted to see what a pretty social snot like you looked like naked," jeered Jack as he pulled her across the floor to a low wooden table standing in the middle of the small room.
Quickly he swept his hand across the surface, knocking several pencils and an accounting book to the floor with a loud clatter. Jack spun the girl around, knocking her against the edge of the table and pressing her waist against the side. She felt his icy fingers slip down to her ass and roughly pull up her skirt. In seconds he had pulled down her pantyhose and exposed her full, rounded ass.
"Stop!" Christina cried.
But a blow against the right side of her head stopped any further cries for the moment. She could feel the rough, splintered wood of the table's edge cutting into the flesh of her upper thighs as Jack pressed harder against her. He grabbed her knees and roughly pulled them apart, forcing her cunt to spread open. Her defenseless tight young asshole gaped open for Jack to see with evil satisfaction. Christina flushed deep red with shame and horror at the thought of what he could plainly see and at what he was planning to do.
Teasingly his fingers ran over the plump, perfectly rounded ass-globes. The stark white walls of the room set off her deep, smooth complexion and blended nicely with the thick blonde curls of her large cuntal bush. Jack's hands sensuously explored her flesh as Christina began to shake visibly from fear. Greedily his eyes ran over the brown hole waiting for his attack.
Suddenly she felt something hard and warm push hard against her shitter. With a desperate effort she twisted her head around and let out a cry of anguish and horror. She prayed God someone would hear her. Brad was still around as were a few of the teachers. Christina didn't care what they thought when they found her. All she wanted was escape.
"Slut!" Jack countered, holding her more tightly around the waist while he arched back and looked down at her ass.
His thin, long cock that he had taken out seconds earlier looked like a stick probing her shitchute. With another shove he pushed the mushroom-shaped bulb of his cock against her clenching hole. Christina squirmed with discomfort as his hands held her tightly against the table's edge.
"You'll kill me!" she moaned.
Christina felt his strong fingers tighten on her hips, pulling her ass up toward him. Cruelly he teased the small hole, finally thrusting hard. Slowly the swollen knob started to disappear into the tight brown tunnel. At the same time Christina tried to close her asshole to shut out the unwanted cock. The blonde realized Jack was actually entering her. She could feel his lithe body trembling with lust behind her as his knees pressed against the backs of her legs. A steady, pulsing hurt radiated from her stretching asshole as he pushed more and more of his hot, hard dickmeat into her bowels.
Christina felt dirtied, fouled like she never felt before in her life. Her bowels were full of that hot, disgusting prick. And still more of it pushed steadily in. Scalding tears of shame and agony filled her eyes, rolling down her flushed cheeks as Jack finished burying the last few inches of his dick in her hole.
"Uh, Un, uhhhh--" she grunted as she felt his cock shove faster and faster into her body.
He was twisting her around, beating her back and forth like a limp rag as his hands slid up to her titties and squeezed them hard through her wrinkled blouse. His thumbs pressed down cruelly over her nipples, pushing them in while his fingers dug painfully into the spongy flesh of her jugs. He was violating her in the most painful, humiliating way possible for a woman. Quickly his cock was pumping into her.
Christina thought she was going to die from the pain filling her ass. And yet behind her Jack was grunting in ecstasy. She could tell from his shallow, uneven breathing that he was close to cumming. Cumming! The thought of his vile, sick jizz pouring into her asshole was enough to make her vomit on the spot! And to think there was nothing she could do about it. His grip on her was too strong. She could feel his cock ballooning up inside, ready to send his cum into her violated ass.
Then suddenly there was a flood of light, a shout, and the pain behind her was gone. Christina pitched forward, rolling onto the floor and protectively pulling her skirt back over her ass as she brushed away her hanging blonde hair and tried to figure out what had happened.
She could see Jack flying across the room, at least an inch off the floor with his arms spread out ridiculously as if he were trying to fly. His face looked surprised and horrified, while his cock was spurting out his vile cum in the air. He landed with a crash against the partition, nearly cracking it open as he slumped to the floor with his eyes still opened in surprise. Christina looked back and saw Brad standing spread-legged in front of the door with his fists doubled up for action. Jack covered his face with one hand and signaled with the other that he was through.
"Pack up and get the fuck out of here," Brad said. "Unless you want to call the police," he added, looking down at Christina. The young blonde flushed red with shame that he should see her in this kind of condition. Christina shook her head violently back and forth.
"Just out. Just get him out," she said evenly, shrinking back into a corner. Her asshole still burned from the fucking it had received.
Jack got up and walked to the door unevenly.
"I'll get you for this," he mumbled under his breath, sneaking a parting look at Christina before walking out. Christina felt her skin crawl, knowing full well he would if he could.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jack left without a comment while Christina was helped out of the building by Brad. He offered to stay the evening, but the young woman assured him there would be enough people around to take care of any problems. Besides not wanting to arouse any suspicion about anything going on between her and the handsome young workman, Christina didn't want him to get the idea she was dependent on him. Brad left reluctantly while Christina went to her room in the main house and showered, trying to block the hideous memory of what had happened to her in the makeshift barn. But in front of her she could see Jack's face twisted around savagely as he drove his cock into her ass. Several times the young woman broke down, holding onto the shower stall door and fighting for control. Christina knew she should rest; she should go away after that vile, filthy rape by an equally filthy man. But she couldn't abandon her project. She had to come through somehow.
Leaving the shower and dressing quickly, the blonde made it down to the main living room just in time to see a large black and white school bus with bars on the windows pull up in front. The front door opened and a guard stepped out. He signalled someone inside the bus, and in a few minutes the first of the boys stepped out.
Christina felt her heart contract. The realization of her project was about to occur. She studied the first boy through the window, noticing his stern, defiant, almost hostile look as he stepped from the bus and walked to a point indicated by the guard some ten feet from the vehicle. He was carrying a medium sized canvas bag. Tall, black-haired, thin to the point of being gaunt, his face reminded Christina of a fox. His eyes shifted cunningly back and forth as he took in the grounds quickly, then moved his head suddenly to the right to the main house. In a second Christina realized he was staring at her through the curtains. The young blonde caught her breath and stepped back. For some reason that look terrified the young blonde.
But she conquered her initial feelings and walked quickly to the front door, opening it and forcing a smile on her lips. It was more difficult to smile when she walked over to the boy and asked him his name. He was wearing the same sly, evil look she'd seen on Jack's face just before he raped her ass.
The young boy's name was Leon, and that was about all she could get from him. The others were even more sullen, deferring all questions to him. It was apparent he was the leader of this squad of boys eight instead of the original number Christina had been told would come.
With some quick management Christina and two other teachers managed to prepare the rooms for the boys. It would be cramped, but she was sure it would work out. It had to!
* * *
It was nine-thirty later that evening before Christina was satisfied that all the boys had been given adequate food and bedding. As before, they spoke little, seeming to get their signals for answers and any other overt moves they made from L eon. He had uncanny control over them as if he were their master and they the robot-like slaves.
Christina could understand in a way how he managed to exert his controlling force. Several times during dinner Leon flashed intense looks at Christina. The young blonde had felt very uncomfortable. It was as if he were directing some destructive and yet very sexual force at her for an unknown reason.
Whatever the explanation behind it all, Christina put that off until tomorrow or whenever the psychologists could get to it. She and the three guards who had come up with the boys were having coffee while the two old women who comprised the kitchen help finished cleaning up the tables. A few of the teachers had decided to spend the evening with Christina while the others--including the two psychologists--left shortly after dessert.
The young blonde leaned back in her chair and dreamily stroked her upper lip with her right forefinger. She thought of her project, then thought of Brad. After the successes of today, wouldn't it be nice to go to bed with someone like him in a kind of celebration? Images of his broad, hairy chest, his thick, cunt-splitting cock, the sensations she had felt as her wet furry cleft parted under the force of his bulbous cockhead; all this and more whirled about Christina's head as she picked up her cup of coffee and took another sip.
"The regular guards should be up here tomorrow," a tall red-haired guard of about forty said as he finished his coffee and reached out to grab the pot for a second cup.
"I don't think those children need any guards--at least not the number they're sending me," Christina said as an image of Jack's prick as it just started to push past her tightened sphincter and drill her shitter flashed in her mind. Her fingers shook, and hot coffee spilled into her lap.
"Are you all right?" the red-haired guard asked, starting to get up from the table.
Christina recovered herself and blushed, putting down her cup and starting to brush the wet stain with the edge of her napkin. The other two guards had just flashed the first a look of confusion when the lights dimmed, flickered, then went out.
"You think it's the kids?" the blond guard of about twenty asked as all four of them sat quietly by the table.
Christina's first reaction was confusion. The house was old and the possibility of electrical failure was more than possible. Yet Brad and the other workman had assured her everything had been redone.
"They've been upstairs for the past half hour. No way they could get down except through the window. And I don't think they're that desperate yet," the blond guard answered.
From the kitchen Christina could hear wails of terror from the two women while the three teachers rushed into the dining room blindly and nearly feel over the table. All three were women, and all three were now extremely terrified.
While the guards comforted the teachers, Christina rose quickly and ran into the kitchen, pulling the two older women out into the larger room while someone lit several candles and dimly illuminated the dining room.
"The kids!" the red-haired guard suddenly cried out.
"Here, listen," another guard said as he pulled a pocket-sized transistor radio from his right hip pocket and dialed several stations before getting one clearly.
"Another blackout!" Christina moaned after listening to the partial explanation from the news announcer.
They all sat and listened for more news, not paying any attention to the squeaking on the stairs. Just before all hell broke loose Christina thought of the boys again and was about to suggest that one of the guards go upstairs and look in on them. That's when the dining room door flew open and banged against the side wall like a gun going off.
All of them jerked stiffly in their chairs, aware of several bodies flying into the room. Christina was knocked to the floor. Screams and groans mixed with the sounds of overturning chairs and shouts. She could hear the guards threatening someone and the protestations of the female teachers and kitchen help. Then after what seemed like hours there were the terrifying sharp blasts of gunfire.
Christina still lay half-dazed on the floor, her arms covering her head when it all was over. It couldn't have lasted over a minute.
"Come on, blondie," Christina heard a familiar voice say gruffly.
Almost immediately she felt fingers wrap around her upper right arm and pull roughly upward. Christina pushed herself up to a standing position. What she saw as she held onto the edge of the table for support horrified her. One of the guards lay prostrate on the floor, blood oozing from his side while an occasional moan for help escaped his lips. It was the red-haired man who had looked at her when she said the boys didn't really need intense supervision.
The other guards stood against the far wall with their hands clasped behind their heads, their feet spread apart. The three female teachers and two women from the kitchen huddled protectively together at the opposite end of the room. All over the floor and table top were scattered pieces of dinnerware, forks, and other utensils from this evening's dinner that was destroyed by the fight.
Turning around to take a better look at who had pulled her up from the floor, Christina was not surprised to see Leon sneering back at her.
"Another do-gooder sees she goofed," Leon said in a thick voice, clamping his fingers down more tightly on her arm. The other boys who had rushed in behind the boy and disarmed the guards murmured their approval of what he said.
"What do you want from us?" one of the nervous teachers finally had the courage to ask. Leon turned and glanced at her. Only then did Christina realize he had one of the guard's guns in his other hand. Two other boys had the two other guns.
To answer the woman's question, Leon moved toward two of the three lit candles still sitting undisturbed on the table top. With a quick movement of his left hand, Leon swept the candles to the floor. In a short time a fire began.
"You'll kill us all!" Christina wailed as she watched the flames grow with each passing second.
"Get 'em out of here," Leon ordered, backing away from the burning section of dining room.
Two of the boys pulled the wounded man away from the flames, dragging him out behind the screaming women and dumping him at the foot of the porch stairs.
As Christina huddled with the other women some twenty feet in front of the burning house, the young blonde wondered with terror what would happen to them all.
"Tie up the guards and put them in the metal shop. Two guys for them. Take the women into the building over there, with the animals."
Christina turned to see where he was pointing. It was the makeshift kennel where Jack had raped her ass earlier that afternoon. But then how did Leon know what that building was used for?
The women moved together silently as the boys herded them into the tiny rectangular building. Fumbling around them for several minutes, three of the boys found kerosene lanterns and lit them, placing the lights on a small table.
Behind the partition Christina could hear the dogs barking.
"Let us go," one teacher pleaded, sinking to her knees and holding her hands out in a begging position.
But the boys just looked at her curiously and turned away. They were waiting to hear from Leon who had gone with the two boys designated to guard the men. The other five stood against the wall, training the one gun from woman to woman and chuckled nervously at times.
Leon finally walked in. Christina took a better look at him now. He was perhaps seventeen--eighteen at the most. But his face showed he was street-wise and experienced. His cruelty showed through his ruggedly handsome face. He reminded Christina of someone, though she couldn't at this minute put her finger on who.
"Okay. All we need is some money to get out of here and we'll go. We'll take blondie here as a hostage. Okay, the cash," Leon said, turning toward Christina and holding the gun at her.
"But there isn't any. Just a few dollars I've got in my room. But you've burned that," she said bitterly.
"Come on. I know you've got some stashed on the place away from the main house. It's in one of these buildings--the shops or something. You gonna talk?" Leon said menacingly.
Christina stepped back as the young boy grabbed her and pulled her roughly to him. To her horror she realized he was fondling her, digging the barrel of the gun hard against her right side while his left hand dug into her buttocks. She reached up and instinctively slapped his face.
"Not bad," Leon said, still holding tightly onto her while he moved toward the door. "Come on," he said over his shoulder to several of the other boys.
Four went in with him while two--one with a gun--remained in the anteroom. Christina was pushed into the room where the dogs were kept. The light from one of the lanterns illuminated the room. She could see the cages where the dogs' heads cocked curiously to one side at the sudden and noisy invasion.
"Maybe after you have one of those on top of you, you'll talk," Leon said cruelly.
"What? WHAT?" Christina asked, wheeling around to confront Leon.
All around her she saw the twisted faces of the boys. Now they looked like demons ready to tear her to pieces. She could tell from their faces they had wallowed in the depths of depravity long before this day. In desperation she lunged for the door. But Leon reached out and roughly brought her back to her original position.
"No," she whimpered, stepping back and crouching protectively with her arms crossed in front of her. "No, please!"
Leon's hands grabbed her blouse. Quickly and roughly he jerked the material over her head, ripping open the buttons as he exposed her jiggling tit ties. Christina could hear the lewd comments as they pulled the garment off her back and threw the rag down onto the floor. She tried to cover her pendulous tits. But two of the boys slapped her hands away, forcing her to expose her jugs to the hard glare of the surrounding group.
A second later Leon was tugging down her skirt, pulling off her shoes and pantyhose to the cheering delight of his followers. She stood crouching before them, shamed and humiliated, her face flushing red as she tried covering the private parts of her body. But the boys made that impossible, running up to her and slapping or caressing her titties, her inner thighs, her asscheeks, her legs, making the blonde cry out in outraged shame and forcing her to protect that portion of her body while another lay exposed to attack. Burning tears trickled down her cheeks.
"Stop it!" she pleaded once more.
Leon stepped forward and struck her hard across the face in answer to her begging. Christina's arms flew out as she staggered backward and fell to one knee. She was vaguely aware of someone tying her wrists together. Her long silky hair hung in her eyes. They were binding her up, tying her down for some perverted sport while in the background she could hear Leon continuing to ask her for money. Christina's only answer was a muffled moan.
"Take the first one out," Leon commanded.
Christina's wrists were tied together then pulled down in front of her and between her widely splayed knees. Someone bound her wrists to her ankles. Now she knelt in this obscene position, her rounded ass and cunt exposed from the rear while her face nearly touched the cold wooden floor.
The smell of stale piss and shit filled her nose as she heard one of the cages being opened. She heard the boys chuckle and make one or two vulgar remarks. The other three dogs barked furiously as Leon took the first one and led him to the blonde's twisted face. Christina slimnk away from the animal's snout as the big dog opened his powerful jaws and slathered it down with his spittle. Her stomach turned over as she guessed what the boys were going to do to her.
"Stop it!" the blonde cried for the last time.
Leon ignored her pleas, laughing as she shuddered when the German shepherd brushed her right shoulder. Christina realized for the first time that there were things much worse than death The animal poking its cold black snout against her inner thigh and making her gasp in horrified surprise was proving that.
CHAPTER FIVE
Christina twisted her head around and peered over her shoulder. The animal probing her thighs was large dark-brown German shepherd with white markings on his pointed ears. He was the largest of the four males Christina had purchased for the school, his hard, rounded muscles quivering around his hindquarters while he crouched and nosed farther up the cringing woman's crotch. His short, bristly hair tickled the woman whenever his sides brushed against hers and she had to suppress giggles at times in spite of her horror and shame.
The big dog made sharp, jerky upward movements, pushing his nose along the smooth skin of her inner thighs and making Christina raise her ass to keep her cunt away from the dog's snout.
"He likes you. He wants to play with you," Leon taunted as he watched with the other boys.
She groaned and turned her head around, refusing to watch her vile defilement. She could feel his cold nose rub up and down her flesh, then pull back as the big shepherd sized up the situation. Christina waited, teetering on the brink of wanting to shriek, as she heard the dog's shallow breathing behind her. Then there was a move followed by a warm, wet sensation on her pussylips. Christina let out a long, low, throaty moan. He was lapping at her snatch!
"OHHHH!" Christina cried, jerking her ass back and forth as she tried to get away from the animal's hot, rough, thick tongue.
She scraped her knees and arms against the rough floor as she crawled several inches toward the door. But Leon moved around, kicking her roughly on the shoulder and forcing her back to the animal. The blonde cried out in pain and shame as she resigned herself to this ultimate humiliation.
"Huhhhrrrr," Christina moaned as the lapping grew more intense.
She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip until itbled as she tried to keep from crying out again. Christina's ass remained steady in spite of the increasingly comforting licking she was getting. Something deep inside the humiliated blonde was giving way to the animal's constant cuntal attention as he licked down her outer labes with his tongue.
Deeper and deeper the dog drove his tongue, slicing into her wet cleft while he matted down her blonde pussy hairs with his saliva. Christina felt a strange hot-wet feeling covering her titties, belly and pussy. Involuntarily she began to respond to the German shepherd's oral attention, grinding her thighs together, rocking her hips back and forth to slide her slippery pussylips over her stiffening clitty.
When she felt several of his razor-sharp teeth cut into the fleshy membrane of her cuntlips, the blonde sucked in a wet, ragged breath and cried out with strained delight.
"UMMMM," Christina hummed, bobbing her ass from left to right as if it were a pendulum.
She was undulating her thighs now. The big dog pushed his pointed snout higher, his short stubbly fur around his jaws plastered down by his own spittle and by the blonde's bubbling cunt juice. Christina was responding more violently to the lapping animal. To her surprise, she was feeling that red sexual fog descend over her mind, turning her into a sex machine instead of a responding woman. She felt some primal desire take over her mind and body. All she could think of was that wonderful, wet, caressing tongue sloshing noisily and out of her narrow crack, filling her twat with that soothing liquid.
Oh, if only he would lick her clit! If only there were some way she could tell that dumb animal to move only an inch higher. Christina bobbed her ass down, tilting her cunt as much as she could to push her blood-filled clit down to the dog.
Then it happened! The shepherd seemed to know what to do, tilting his powerful, handsome head back and raising his snout until his tongue slid over that little shaft. Christina's eyelids fluttered open while her jaw slackened. She felt a strange wet heat blow over her pussy as she fell forward, striking her forehead on the floor. Her clitty had contracted from that contact. Christina twisted helplessly in her bonds as her cunt exploded with unnatural sexual fire. The big shepherd grew more excited by her violent reaction. He whined and growled deep in his throat, turning his head to the right and driving his cold snout like a pole into her pussy. Christina cried out again, this time her cries drying up into choked, throaty sobs. She could feel his scratchy snout peel back her outer labes, forcing them apart as it pushed relentlessly into the velvety, musky depths of her pussy.
The blonde could feel the sharp ends of his teeth cutting into her silky, wet cuntal walls while the bristly fur matted down with spittle and pussy juice brushed against the reddened, rounded tip of her clitshaft. Christina pressed her elbows against her sides and cried out for mercy. If only they would take her away from this horrible room! What were they doing to her? Why was she responding like this to this perverted group of boys? How could she react sexually to the savage advances of an animal?
The big dog growled again, the low rumbling of his voice making her thin pussywalls reverberate. Without thinking Christina backed up, forcing her cunt farther onto the big dog's snout while she felt her stiffened titty tips drag across the cold, dirty wooden floor. What kind of torture could they possibly devise for her after this?
Then the animal changed his tactics, pulling out his snout and going back to her outer labes. He moved to the right, licking down her right asscheek until it dripped with his hot spittle. Then he moved to the left, doing the same to the other buttock until her entire ass was dripping with doggie spittle. It felt warm, comforting, relaxing as he continued to lather down her body with his saliva.
Then he opened his powerful jaws, moving back to her pussylips that had by now grown puffy, greasy and angry red. Gently he closed his teeth around the left outer labe, shaking his head angrily back and forth. The gentle pain and savage pulling drove Christina to higher planes of sexual pleasure. She grunted like a cow in rut, banging her head savagely against the floor while her toes fanned out and dug into the wood beneath. Her skin crawled with shameless pleasure and she writhed mindlessly while the big dog teased her with his snout and teeth.
Quickly tiring of this game, the shepherd finally let go and backed away. Aware of this abrupt abandonment, the blonde pulled her head around and peered over her right arm once more. She could see his eyes glazed over with sexual excitement. His blood-heavy, knobby red prick hung between his hindquarters glistening with pre-cum. It looked like a tree root painted red as it throbbed and swayed lazily from side to side. The shepherd's lower jaw hung down, spittle oozing down in crystal strings from the corners of his black, rubbery lips to the floor. His pointed white-marked ears were pointed toward her while his powerful body trembled with excitement. She knew what he was going to do. And what amazed her was her willingness to submit to this ultimate horror.
In a second he was back to her. But this time the dog fell back on his hind haunches, pushing up and crawling on top of her until he had successfully mounted the grunting woman. Christina turned around and buried her head between her shoulders. The last bit of pride and self-respect had been crushed by this animal's last move. She could feel his hot, furry belly rubbing against her rounded back, pressing her down to the floor. His toenails dug into the soft flesh of her belly while his forelegs hugged her sides tightly.
Christina's lungs burned furiously as she gasped in air like a drowning woman. She could feel his hard snout resting against the right side of her neck as his hindquarters moved nervously behind her for balance. But what both terrified and excited her more was the hot, wet sensation of his cock pressing against her inner thighs. He was moving around, trying to find the best position for initial entry. His rubbery doggie prong felt like a heated greasy sausage rubbing against her thighs and cuntlips. She felt his soft hair brush and tickle her legs.
His body froze and trembled as he hunched back. Christina bit her lower lip as she waited expectantly for the cock. It came with a rushing force that nearly knocked her out. She felt it slide past her outer labes, parting the lips like a hot knife rushing through a tub of butter and sinking into her snatch. The knob on the dog's cock brushed against her clitty and made the blonde exhale with a loud cry.
Her body shuddered as the knob slipped past her thick labes and plopped into her fuckhole. Christina dug her fingernails into her legs, biting her lower lip until she could taste her blood. The dog's toenails scraped her flesh, tearing at the tender skin as he reared back and drew the slippery knob out of her pussy, only to slide it back in. She could feel his tiny hairy balls slap against her as he fucked her faster and faster. His foul breath assaulted her nostrils as she bounced her ass up and down, around and around, in time to the fucking rhythm of the dog. Somewhere deep inside her, Christina could feel her womb turn over, her clitty exploding and her cunt contracting. It grabbed the animal's prick, milking the spearing prong as bubbling cunt juice frothed out from between her splayed cuntlips and dribbled down her thighs. The animal's forelegs pressed more tightly against her ribs while his snout rubbed back and forth against her right ear. He was growling, whining and barking softly as his cock jerked crazily inside her velvety, soft pussy.
"UHHHHHHR! UHHHHR!" Christina groaned as she felt the first contraction rip across her clitty. Then came another and another until her scraping knees were encrusted with cuntjuice. Her knees snapped together, pressing against the palms of her hands as she jerked and twisted in her bonds. The gyrating, whimpering blonde could feel the rough hemp cutting into the flesh of her wrists and ankles as her body was torn to pieces by the giant cum.
At the same moment she felt the animal freeze above her, his muscles hardening and pressing down against her back and thighs. His growls turned into high-pitched whines of delight. The shepherd's paws slid up and down her sides, making her titties jiggle and dance across the floor. Everything in her body seemed to be drumming and throbbing to the spasming of her pussy.
Christina was helpless, whirled about in the storm of her own perverted lusts. Then she felt something hot rush into her cunny and knew the big dog was shooting. He came differently from a man, his jizz spraying into her pussy like water from a firehose. It was steady and hot, filling her up in seconds and spilling out of her snatch. She growled with delight and disgust, wincing at the thought of her thighs being slicked down with doggie cum while she licked her lower lip and contracted her pussy one more time to milk more spunk from the animal's prong.
The throbbing finally stopped in her pussy. Christina fell forward, feeling as if all the air and fight had been drained from her. The shepherd dropped down from her body, barking in triumph as he trotted back to his cage and curled up like a snail inside.
"So, you want more?" Leon asked, walking in front of the still-sobbing Christina and squatting down in front of her. The blonde pulled her head up and looked pleadingly at the boy. He was only a boy. How could someone so young do something so horribly perverted as that to her? It was almost impossible to believe.
"I told you, there's no money. I don't know who told you that, but I haven't got any. I used it all for the school. Please believe me and let us alone. Take everything we've got here and go. But just let us be," Christina pleaded.
"You're a liar," Leon sneered.
Christina felt a sudden rush of defiance fill her veins. "You won't get away with this. The police--"
"The police?" Leon interrupted, rolling back and laughing. The others joined in. "They're busy in the city trying to keep things down. You can bet on that. Nobody's gonna come out here to help 'til maybe morning. And by then we'll be gone. And don't worry. We'll find the cash we need to get the fuck out of here and into Canada. My uncle, uh ... "
"What about your uncle?" Christina asked, looking at him more closely. Her pussy still burned and dribbled with animal jizz. But she thought she found an opening to the boy. If only she could find out more about him perhaps she could stop this nightmare before it was too late.
"Never mind. Take her with the others to the metal shop for now," Leon ordered, standing up and walking to the door.
When Christina walked naked past the women in the anteroom, she tried to ignore their curious and sympathetic looks, She could tell they had an idea what had happened in there from the screams and shrieks that must have come through the door. Thank God none of them knew how much she had enjoyed that sick episode.
When they all reached the metal shop, they found Leon standing in the building, lanterns illuminating the large room filled with all sorts of lathes, benches, stools, saws, electronic equipment and other machines. The two guards were bound and gagged and rolled into one corner. The third wounded guard, Christina guessed, was still outside, probably dead by now.
"You, take off your clothes," Leon said while he picked up a transformer from one bench and examined several of the wire leads from one end. He was talking to a young, pretty teacher just out of college called Eve Bloom.
"Oh please," she said in a soft, weak voice as she stepped back into the crowd of women. The others huddled around her protectively. She was petite, brunette, and fragile-featured. All the others felt sympathy for her since Leon singled her out for his special kind of torture.
"I said take them off!" he said harshly.
Three boys rushed toward the girl. They knocked the protesting women to one side, dragging the shrieking teacher forward and laughing as she squirmed and twisted helplessly in their hellish grips. They ripped her white and red print summer frock from her body, tearing off her pink bra and matching panties with the force of raping Huns and exposing her petite body for all to see.
"Tie her up and hang her there," Leon said, looking up at a pulley riveted into the ceiling above him. He looked at Christina and sneered. God only knew what he had planned next.
CHAPTER SIX
What Christina and the others were forced to witness was not pretty. The boys tied Eve's wrists tightly together while she whimpered and begged for them to let her go. She flashed several desperate looks at the helpless women, hoping perhaps they could do something to aid her. But it was useless.
Leon was in complete control, his gun and the two other guns aimed at the cringing women. When they finished binding her, the boys threw one rope over the pulley above Leon's head, pulling it down and fastening it to Eve's wrists. The n they pulled hard, jerking the slender brunette's body up like a hunk of dead meat until it swung back and forth in mid-air. Her toes barely touched the floor.
Leon turned his head and looked curiously at the hanging girl. Her head rested against her right arm while her eyes were riveted on the transformer resting in the boy's hands. She had an idea it was for her.
"One more time," Leon said, turning toward Christina. "We need the cash to get the fuck out of here. All your fuckin' machinery and other shit ain't good enough. We can't fence it fast enough for cash. Where is it?"
"And I'm telling you one more time I don't have any money here. If you'll wait until morning I might be able to get some," Christina said heatedly, moving her eyes in Eve's direction and looking with compassion at the bound, helpless woman.
The tendons in Eve's arms and shoulders protruded as she twisted obscenely in her bonds. Sweat trickled down from her forehead and collected in tiny puddles on her shoulders while deep worry wrinkles appeared on her cheek and above her eyes. She seemed to be pleading silently with Christina. The other women even looked at her as if to tell her to give whatever she had to the boys.
"All right," Leon said, laying the transformer down on the table. He reached down and unbuckled his broad brown leather belt, curling the buckled end around in his right hand while he walked up to the hanging girl.
Eve rolled her eyes down to the boy, her nostrils flaring. Quickly Leon snapped his hand back then brought it forward, lashing the girl's body just below her hanging, pert titties.
Eve let out a blood-curdling scream as her body snapped to the right and started swinging like a pendulum. The pulley groaned from the additional force as Leon stepped back and watched a large; oblong welt forming on her rib. Sweat broke out in tiny beads along her wrinkled forehead while her long brown hair flew across her face and hung down limply. She twisted to the right, then to the left from the force of the blow.
"For God's sake, what kind of animal are you?" Christina asked, horrified at what she realized was just the beginning of Eve's torture.
"The money!" Leon demanded, ignoring Christina's comment.
"I told you--" THWAK!
"OH GOD!" Eve screamed out as another blow landed on her right thigh. The cold leather sliced into the tender flesh just to the right of her pussy, making the skin redden and swell almost immediately. She bobbed like a marionette this time, her head snapping from right to left as she jerked her legs up protectively. Christina knew that if she had any money she would throw it at Leon's feet if only he and his men would leave them alone.
"The money!"
"In God's name, tell them!" Eve moaned as her legs stopped jerking and fell limply to the floor. Leon looked brightly at Christina, his eyes glowing with triumph.
"You see, baby? Even your friends want you to tell." He dangled the belt loosely at his right side as he smiled at Christina.
"They don't know. I just don't have anything for you."
THWACK!
The savage beating continued, Eve swaying helplessly on the ropes while the other women fell to their knees in horror and pleaded uselessly with their tormentors. Boys. That's all they were were boys. And yet they acted like savage Russian soldiers.
Leon finally stopped. The girl's body was covered with purple bruises. There were bleeding welts interlaced over the bruises. A puddle of urine was near her toes. Her eyes were closed. Christina looked with horror at Eve, unsure whether the girl was unconscious or trying to shut out the appalling agony of the torture and humiliation inflicted on her.
"You'd rather watch your teachers and friends treated this way than give up the cash? Is the school worth that much to you?" Leon suddenly asked.
"Take me with you. Use me as a hostage. I swear I won't say a thing. I'll take the money out of the bank anything, but believe me, I don't have anything hidden anywhere here. I don't know how you got that idea, but I swear it's true. And no matter what you do to us, that won't change the facts."
Leon looked at her in disbelief, then turned back to Eve.
"You know, some of the guards used to use a special kind of treatment on us whenever they wanted something, or when one of us got out of line. You little goodies out there never heard about it. Things like that don't get outside. But I'm gonna show you what it can do to a person."
Leon drew his belt through the loops of his Levi's and buckled it, turning around and picking up the transformer once more. Plugging it into a socket at the end of a work table nearby, he moved up to Eve. Now Christina could see a pair of sharp-toothed metal clamps attached to two wires coming out the other end of the device. What Leon was about to do with it became clearer with each passing second.
Eve opened her eyes and rolled her head around, peering down at Leon as he fastened the clips to her cuntlip. She moaned in pain, but was too weak from the beating to make more than a token jerk on the ropes.
"We'll see how tired she is," Leon said, backing away and putting his fingers on the top dial of the black box. He twisted the dial to the right and looked up.
Eve's eyes bugged out as her muscles suddenly tensed. A sharp scream tore from the girl's throat as her body thrashed about, jerking up and down insanely. The reaction reminded Christina of the experiments she used to conduct in biology with frog legs. But at least the animals were dead then and dissected. Here the girl was alive and bobbing up and down like some kind of puppet. She flew about in tiny circles, bouncing up and down on her toes and shrieking and pleading for mercy.
Christina's body trembled with an involuntary shudder at the barbaric scene. This was some kind of electronic torture that could kill Eve if Leon were to increase the voltage. For a second she wanted to plead for Eve's release. A sixth sense warned her to keep quiet. From the excited look on his face Christina could guess he was getting excited from doing this. She might be next on the wire if she were to say anything.
Eve's body kept twisting and writhing in frantic gyrations, bobbing about in a dance of agonizing pain as the voltage poured into her helpless, bruised body. Christina noticed a definite bulge between Leon's legs. God help them. They were in the hands of a young sadist!
Finally he turned the dial, twisting it back to its off position. Eve sank heavily down, her toes barely touching the wooden floor as her eyelids dropped down. She looked dead, although from the shallow breathing Christina could tell she was only unconscious.
"Suck my cock," Leon said cruelly. His Levi's fell apart, revealing a long, narrow cock with an angry red head. Christina knelt down in front of him, her eyes gazing at the piece of hard flesh bobbing in front of her. The woman realized if she could bring him off as quickly as possible, the boy might lose his edge for torture and let Eve go. If nothing else it would give them all a much needed respite from these young savages.
For a second Christina wanted to grab the boy's balls and squeeze them until he fainted. To kill this vicious animal would be a blessing for the others. But she realized this would only seal her fate as well as those of her helpless staff. No matter what these boys did to them, they were still alive.
Christina sank to her knees in front of the boy and took the base of his long, smooth stiff prick and guided it to her opened mouth. Her lips parted and the red, bulbous head slipped easily over her front teeth and into her hot, wet mouth.
Leon groaned, closing his eyes for just a second as he gave into the gentle, subtle licking of her tongue. The boy pushed and pulled his cock, fucking her face while he stared with glazed eyes at the bleeding, victimized Eve dangling in front of him.
Christina swung on his cock as if it were Brad's, sucking her cheeks while her tongue caressed the sensitive groove running from the fat root to the arrow-shaped crown. The girl could feel his fat balls swinging and brushing against her chin while the pungent odor of stale cum invaded her nose. Christina could taste the salty flavor of his pre-cum as it oozed from his pissslit and dribbled down her throat.
"ARRRGHHHAIYEEEEE!" Christina heard behind her.
Looking up, she saw Leon twist the dial around once more, sending more voltage through Eve's helpless, dangling body. The girl's legs kicked up, then jerked back down again. Her body arched forward, then jerked to the rear while her thighs quivered. Her face was almost blue from the electric voltage passing through her body while her nipples stiffened and turned a dark red. The girl's cunthair actually bristled from the voltage while her eyes bulged out as if they were about to pop from her head. Strange, choked, gurgling cries ripped from her throat as the tendons and cords of her body stood out in her arms, legs and throat. The girl's desperate cries mingled with the groaning of the pulley overhead. It threatened to tear free from the ceiling from the pressure Eve was putting on it.
Christina held his cock and pumped it in and out of her tightly clenched lips. He matched the tempo of her bobbing head, his hips working back and forth until she could feel his cockhead banging against her tonsils. Then his spasms began. Christina nearly choked and gagged as his jizz packed down in her throat, filling up her mouth and spilling from the corners of her lips as Leon jerked and twisted his hips, fucking the blonde's mouth with his spurting cock.
Christina's wrists were still bound together. But she was still able to raise her hands together and milk the final few drops of thick jizz from the grunting boy's shooting prick. Her lips gnawed on his cock gently, nibbling at the still hot and hard flesh as the throbs and twitches in his cock died down. Christina drained out the last drops of his cum in soft, slurping sounds.
She let go of his slackening prong, waiting for Leon to turn off the electricity. Surely he couldn't keep the transformer on forever, especially since she had taken care of his prick.
Without saying a word, Leon pulled back, yanking his cock free of Christina and letting it flop against his Levi's. The blonde shot a look at the startled teachers, flushing a deep red as she saw the disgust and horror in their eyes. Just for a second Christina wanted to stand up and scream obscenities at them. Didn't they realize she was going through all this horrible degradation for their sakes? Didn't they realize that if it weren't for her mouth and the satisfaction it gave Leon's p rick Eve would be dangling from the ropes dead now? No, they just stood or knelt there and looked disapprovingly at Christina. She could have spat.
"I wonder if all you cunts suck the same," Leon said, reaching forward and tugging the clamps free of Eve's cunt. The girl sighed, grateful for the respite. Two of the boys moved up to the girl and unfastened her wrists. Eve collapsed with a loud crash into a sobbing heap on the floor. Christina started to move forward to comfort her. But Leon stopped the blonde with a quick jerk of his right hand.
"Suck my cock!" he demanded.
Eve made a feeble attempt to get to her knees. Her hands reached out in front of her, but she fell back, her body shaking harder with tearful, choking sobs.
"In the name of God, how much do you want?" Christina cried, wondering just how much Leon could cum in one night.
"Please, I can't!" Eve cried. She looked so pitiful lying in the crushed heap in front of them all.
Leon moved quickly, unbuckling his belt once more and handing it to Christina. "Here, beat some sense into that piece of shit! Do a good job, baby, or you'll be at the other end of that belt next."
Christina took the buckled end of the belt mechanically, looking at the other teachers as they gaped at her. Would she actually do it? Would she whip one of her own staff members in front of everyone in spite of her feelings for them? The blonde held the belt reluctantly. Having to hurt someone, especially someone as helpless and defenseless as Eve, made her feel sick. She didn't think she was capable of such cruelty.
Her fingers closed about the cold brass buckle. An uneasy feeling caused her stomach to churn as she raised the belt and brought the edge down across Eve's right side. The girl cried out, her body snapping straight and rigid under the slashing bite of the belt. Her arms flew out from the sudden attack, then curled around her upper chest protectively as she drew up her knees to her small, jiggling titties. Choked sobs of prayerful appeals escaped her parted lips as more tears rolled down her cheeks.
"That's the way, babe. But you gotta make it harder. Come on. I wanna see that bitch dance across the floor," Leon goaded purposefully.
Christina looked over her shoulder at the staring teachers. They cringed when she ran her eyes over them as if in a moment she would come running after them with the belt.
"Come ON!"
Christina looked into Leon's eyes. They glistened with a wild, animal gleam. She brought the belt down, this time across Eve's right thigh. The girl shrieked and jerked her buttocks around, rolling on her belly and pushing her knees under her chest. Another blow landed squarely across the fleshy ass mounds, sending the girl screeching forward in a prone position. Again and again the belt sang through the air, striking Eve's bruised flesh, adding to the angry red and purple blotches and welts on the girl's skin.
Each time the blonde brought the belt down, she could feel the sensation of the leather cutting into the teacher's quivering flesh. Slowly but steadily she found herself caught up with the contagious sadism of Leon's perversion. Try as she could to resist, Christina found herself caught up with a fever of dissolute excitement. She began to understand how one person could enjoy inflicting pain on a poor, helpless person. In fact, the very idea that Eve was totally helpless excited Christina all the more. Her pulse quickened and her heart beat faster. She felt a warm flush flood her cheeks as she directed the belt more carefully in spots on Eve's body to draw the most violent reaction from the victim. Her arms rose and fell faster and more furiously as she covered the teacher with bruises.
Finally Eve's shrill screams of pain died. Her body stopped twitching and she became silent. Christina flayed her still body several more times before she realized what happened.
"Oh God, I've killed her!" Christina moaned as she dropped the belt and fell to her knees in horror. Behind her she could hear the remaining teachers wail in terror.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"I tell you over and over again that I don't have any money. JUST GET OUT OF HERE!" Christina cried in exhaustion.
It had been four hours since the blackout had plunged her and her teachers into a hellish nightmare. Eve hadn't died as Christina and the others feared. But it was apparent the girl was too far gone to be a participant in Leon's games. They left her for as good as dead at the foot of a workbench in the metal shop.
Leon and four other boys took the remaining women back to the kennel while the others stood guard over the bound men and the unconscious Eve. Christina was still naked, the sharp tiny stones of the drive cutting into the soles of her feet. She felt as if they were all on a death camp march. The women had remained silent and refused to look at Christina after the incident with Eve. They kept their eyes down, each one wrapped in her own thoughts as they walked quickly to the darkened kennel building.
This time Leon and his young cronies ushered all the women into the rear section of the kennel. Christina immediately slimnk back as she entered the large room first. She caught sight of the dog that had fucked her and felt shivers of revulsion ripple over her body. He rose quickly to his feet, his big bushy tail bristling with excitement while it swished back and forth in the large metal cage. Christina could see he was glad she was back and was probably anticipating another bout with her snatch.
"All of you--take off your clothes."
The women protested, murmuring and flashing looks of hatred and terror at the young men surrounding them. But they did as they were told, slowly removing the blouses, slips, bras and panties that had kept so many men guessing what lay beneath those yards of material.
Christina, of course, had nothing to remove. She looked around the room, watching Leon who was busy staring at the disrobing women. Then she caught sight of another figure standing behind the boys. There was an extra person in the room. Perhaps someone who had sneaked in to help them? Christina's heart leaped for joy. Then Leon moved to one side and the young blonde caught sight of his face. It was Jack!
"Jack!" she cried out, holding her right hand to her throat. The sound of his name made the workman snap his head around and focus his eyes in the darkness. A twisted smile of triumph came over his lips as he recognized who had spoke n his name. Christina wished she had kept silent.
"Looks like things are a little different from this afternoon, eh?" he said, smirking at her as he walked near the boys who were now taunting the women with obscenities. "You were in such a hurry to get rid of me. But now--"
"How did you get in here? Who are you to them?" Christina asked, shaking with rage and horror at her discovery.
"Leon's my nephew," Jack said simply.
"Nephew?" Christina exclaimed.
"When I heard about this place being built and Leon's chances of getting in, I decided to try to get a job around here. It'd be an easy knock-over once things got started. Of course you stepped in and tried to mess things around. But the blackout cured that."
"So you--"
"Me and Leon's close--ever since his folks died. I took care of him. All we had to do was bust this nut and we'd be on easy street up in Canada."
"Well, there's no money to help you on your trip," Christina said, raising her right hand and brushing her long blonde hair defiantly from her face.
"So it seems. But that doesn't stop us from getting some fun and revenge at the same time." Jack said, his face darkening with the same savage expression he had earlier that day. Now Christina really felt frightened. "Take that one," Jack said to Leon, moving his finger suddenly to a tall redheaded woman.
The girl was thin, her ribs poking out against her flesh that was dotted with large brown freckles. She kept her knees together, squeezing in her thighs and covering as much of her red pussyhairs as possible with her pressed legs. Her small titties jiggled nervously as she laughed a hysterical laugh and crouched down protectively when the boys came after her. She had seen what they'd done to Eve and guessed what Christina had endured at their hands. Her eyes bugged out as she watched the boys come at her.
"No, no, NOOOO!" she cried, throwing out her hands and clawing at them with her nails.
The boys backed off, surprised at this sudden show of defiance. The woman's long red hair hung like animal fur in her glistening eyes as she spread her legs apart and crouched down as if ready to pounce on any of them at a second's notice and rip them apart. A strange animal intensity pervaded her body, her muscles stiffening and rippling with every move she made. Christina saw how Marge Hailman--the teacher's name--had become a vicious animal from a calm, intelligent history teacher.
"Hey, bitch!" one of the boys shouted, having sneaked around behind her.
Marge wheeled around, but not in time to avoid a heavy slap across her small, almost bony but rounded asscheeks. The woman screamed, jumping to one side as a large red mark appeared on her right buttock. Her face flushed red with indignation and fear as she looked more like an animal than before.
"Hey," another voice shouted, and another slap echoed through the room. The women sucked in breaths as they watched the boys close in on Marge, cat-calling, insulting her, slapping her, enjoying the woman's hysterical frustration. They were making her tiny titties dance, making her ass wiggle as they tormented her. Christina could see they were also torturing themselves. Not touching her really, they suffered as their balls tightened, their cocks filled and strained against the rough Levi fabric of their trousers.
"You slut, I'll take care of you," Christina could hear Leon's voice above the others.
She watched with the others as the boy charged the redhead and grabbed her hair. Marge's hands flailed helplessly as she was pulled to the center of the room, then flung down to the floor.
The woman let out a long moan as Leon took over and signaled for the release of another dog. This time another cage was opened, different from the first. Christina turned her head to the left and saw a large, less friendly-looking German shepherd bound out and head toward Marge. He was more heavy-boned than the first dog, husky, with a huge cock that was almost as big as a horse's cock. His hair was short and sleek, the dark brown highlights of his coat picking up the dim glare of the kerosene lanterns hissing around the room at various intervals. He stood in front of all these gaping people, looking curiously at Leon and Jack, then looking at the cringing redhead who by this time had regained her senses and was realizing what they had in store for her.
Christina wondered how Leon and Jack as well as the others could handle the dogs so well--could make them do their bidding. Of course, the dogs had been trained in New York and were relatively docile, schooled to accept commands from almost anyone of authority. Yet to do all this....
As the big, growling shepherd stood trembling in front of Marge, he panted heavily, spraying spittle down his chin to the ground. As the big dog watched, Christina felt a strange, quivering rippling over her thighs. Her cuntlips were becoming flecked with fuck juice. The entire scene revolted her. But the fascination was intoxicating as well. It was the same kind of feeling she experienced while watching Eve being tortured in the metal shop, then executing the torture herself with Leon's belt.
The big dog barked his rage impatiently, twisting his furry pointed head around to the right for a signal from Leon or Jack to begin. "He wants her very much, Christina," Jack said, smirking. "This isn't like the one you had a couple of hours ago."
The other women jerked their heads around and gaped open-mouthed at the blushing blonde. Christina lowered her eyes, feeling her face burning furiously under their horrified stares while tears welled up in her eyes. He was going to tell them about what had happened! Well, what did she expect from someone like him?
Christina opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. It was as if her vocal chords were frozen with shame and terror. The dog growled deeper, his muscles stiffening and rippling with frustration and lust. Jack snapped his fingers and the beast moved up to Marge. The redhead scooted back toward the wall. But the big animal was too fast, jumping on top of her and pinning her to the cold, rough wooden floor. Her screams mingled with those of the terrified naked women. Christina covered her face with both hands, certain the animal was about to start ripping the helpless woman to pieces.
The blonde dropped her hands and focused her eyes on Marge's prone body. The massive head had dropped, the dog's forepaws still pressing down on her upper thighs. His tongue shot out, spattering the moaning woman's right hip. She whimpered, jerking her head to the left and raising her buttocks to escape this attack. Baring his teeth, the dog chewed her hip, drawing a small amount of blood. Suddenly, as the crisscrossed teeth dug in, Marge shrieked, her body stiffening and squirming across the floor a few inches. Christina groaned, feeling her stomach turn over at the horrible scene.
Another growl bursting from his throat, the big dog released the flesh and moved his cold snout to the woman's buttocks. He whined with frustration when he was unable to get a good grip on the flesh just behind her pussylips. Marge started begging, her throat becoming hoarse as her voice let out a continual wail.
Then the dog seemed to go crazy. He froze, snarled softly, then snapped his jaws at the young woman. Marge's face twisted up into a mask of abject terror as the animal's pointed ears pinned back and his tail lowered between his trembling hindquarters.
Marge screamed again, raising her head to stare wide-eyed at the animal. Christina jerked her head toward the dog. Fear and lust registered in the blonde, both equally strong. She clenched her thighs, crushing her clitty with her own cuntal membranes as the shepherd made another lunge at Marge. A moan escaped Christina's parted lips, but was drowned out by the teacher's incessant shrieking.
The big dog dropped his snout into the thicket of red curly pussy hairs. For a second the movements of his jaws were hidden in the patch.
But Marge's screams were becoming louder and higher pitched. Her titties became a darker red. The nipples stiffened while she threw her torso down on the floor with a loud crash. Her jutting shoulder blades dug into the wood, thudding across the hard floor as her belly expanded, then contracted, like a deflated balloon under the growling animal's furious attack. Her long, slender white legs snapped together, trapping the dog's body, then released, falling apart. Her cries became hysterical laughing sobs as the big dog continued to feed on her pussy.
From the woman's shrieks and from the wet, slurping sound coming from the dog's mouth, Christina could tell that both of them were sexually excited. The threat--at least, the threat of being killed by that animal--had passed. Now, in front of them, Marge was getting it on with a dog. Her hysterical excitement had broken down any moral barrier she might have had against doing something like that.
Christina could feel her clitty throbbing, pulsing, as she watched the redhead become more and more excited by the dog's licking. Her white freckled flesh puckered up into gooseflesh while her thighs worked up and down, rising up to the dog's cuntjuice-smeared face. She was offering up her pussy to the growling animal, giving up her most precious gift to a dog!
Christina closed her thighs together again and rocked her buttocks back and forth, grinding her swollen clitty against the fat upper portion of her outer labes. Oh God, how she wanted to reach down with one of her hands and plow them through her matting of snatch to relieve that throbbing itch! But she couldn't in front of these people. In spite of her sexual arousal, Christina felt she had to maintain some outward sign of civilized behavior.
"Yes, yessss!" Marge shrieked, her head rolling back and forth over the floor as her hair tangled across her red face. Her arms were raised, her fingers running through the thick, hot coat of animal fur.
Christina could feel the animal's teeth gnawing at her labes, feel the tongue darting in and out of her cuntal cleft, slathering down her velvety warm pussy walls as it drove higher and higher toward her clitty. And then there would be that wonderful moment when it caressed her clitshaft, sloshing it down with thick coats of spittle as she scissored her legs over the animal's powerful neck and pushed her pussy against his drooling maw. And then there would be those teeth ripping at her insides, tearing at her clitoris, giving her the ultimate orgasm before she died.
The stench of the sweating dog's body reached her. That was enough to drive her over the edge. Somehow, remaining standing and without touching herself or giving away any other signs to anyone who might be watching, Christina came. The only outward sign of her orgasm was a raised right eyebrow and a slight trembling of her thighs and legs. Her pussy was wet with cum while she could feel the aftershocks of her orgasm through her belly.
"OHHH! OHHHH!" Marge cried out, her legs raising up, then falling lifelessly onto the big animal's shoulders.
He dug his snout in further, his black lips peeling back from forced contact with the woman's cuntlips. Suddenly Marge screamed out an incoherent curse, her buttocks bouncing and dancing across the floor as she nearly suffocated the growling, snarling shepherd with her pussy. She was cumming, her clitty throbbing as Christina's had only seconds earlier. Her eyelids fluttered open while her lower jaw slackened from the power of her orgasm. Drool leaked from her mouth. Her arms shuddered, then dropped to her sides as she finished blowing her load in the animal's face.
"Your friend's already cum," Jack said, smirking as he saw Marge collapse in front of the dog.
The big shepherd backed off, his cock swaying, as he looked curiously at the prostrate woman. He had only begun his sexual play and now his object of fun was exhausted.
"Come here, Christina," Jack said, pointing to a spot directly in front of Marge.
The blonde felt a shudder of excitement and terror rush through her as she moved forward.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Get down there and show your friends how it's done," Jack said, his face twisting up with a look of horrible triumph as he glared at her. The blonde flashed him a look of hatred as she looked down at Marge, then shifted her eyes over to the dog. He stood on the floor, looking curiously up at her. Strings of drool hung down from his powerful jaws as his eyes rolled excitedly in his head.
There was a slight tremble of excitement noticeable in her thighs as Christina knelt down on the floor and waited for the big dog to make his first move.
"Don't be such a princess," Jack said, raising his right foot and planting it hard on her right shoulder. With a forward push, he knocked the grunting blonde over on her side. Christina crashed against the floor, feeling her head spinning dizzily around and around as Jack's cynical laughter echoed through the small room.
Then there were the familiar sounds of the dog coming closer toward her. The lust she'd felt earlier disappeared for a moment. All that was left was raw animal terror. With a weak moan the blonde reached out with her hands and started to crawl away. She didn't know where--just some place where she could get away from all those hostile stares and perverted men and animals.
But the big dog had other plans. Marge had worked him up to a highly excited state without satisfying him. Now he came after Christina with the frenzy of a wounded beast. She could hear him snarling and snapping at her as if she were some piece of raw meat ready for the feasting. He nuzzled her, pressing his big snout against her upper thigh and rolling her over like a log.
Christina covered her face with her arms, locking them over her eyes as the dog moved in between her flattened legs. She could feel his bristling fur brushing against her inner thighs as he walked closer, his heavy, hot, wet breath growing mo re shallow and uneven as he looked over his conquest. The cold hard floor pressed against her shoulders and buttocks as Christina shifted her weight and tried to roll over on her belly again.
The big dog, anticipating her move, raised his paw and placed it heavily on her left knee. That touch sent a shudder through her body. She could feel his toenails digging into her flesh as he moved another step closer. Her pussy began to pucker up in excitement, trembling with lust as the big shepherd lowered his face into her bush. Christina sucked in her lower lip and bit down hard, trying to fight down the rising desire in her tightening chest. Her titties swelled while her nipples darkened and stiffened. She was reacting the same way as Marge had--and she realized how obscene and horrifying that scene had been.
A low, whispering moan escaped her lips as she felt the cold, quivering snout press against the upper junction of her labia. He was only inches away from her clit shaft. If only he would move his nose a bit more to the left and up! Christina rocked her hips slightly to the right, pushing her clitty against the left nostril. The contact made her shudder, her shoulders shaking from the little electric explosion racking her clit. Her knees drew up while her titties jiggled. Then there was the warm, wet sensation of the big dog's tongue as it sloshed along her wet cuntal cleft. Oh, she knew what Marge had gone through. And in spite of the horrifying humiliation and terror the animal's licking had brought with it, there was a definite delicious tension racking her pussy. She groaned, dropping her arms limply to her sides and letting out another weak moan of delight.
"Over," Jack said, reaching down and slipping his rough hands under her arms.
Christina was like a bowl of jello, unable to make a move of her own. She grunted with the effort, nearly falling on her face as Jack drew her away from the snarling animal and tucked her legs under her belly as he turned her around. The dog barked in recognition as he watched her smooth, creamy asscheeks suddenly come into view. The crouching, bitch position was one he was familiar with.
Christina felt her titties dragging across the floor, her nipples sliding across the rough splinters as a blast of cold air attacked her exposed cuntlips. The blonde heard the dog come up behind her. She could feel his breath against her cunt lips, making them twitch with excitement at every blast. Then came the initial contact with his tongue. Christina almost pitched forward. She crossed her arms tightly in front of her, digging in her fingernails as she closed her eyes and endured the animal's lapping.
His tongue moved once, twice, then three times up and down her outer labes, licking up her blonde pussy hairs until they were tangled and matted together against her hot pussy membranes. Slowly she rocked her ass back and forth. The animal followed, moving his tongue around and around until her ass literally dribbled with doggie spittle. The women watching made several comments, turning away periodically from Christina in horror.
The blonde didn't care any longer about their approval or disapproval. She grunted like a sow in heat as the animal tasted more of her strong, pungent snatch oil. His long prong throbbed harder, jerking up occasionally and brushing against his furry belly as the flavor of her fuck oil excited him furiously. His growls turned into excited whimpers, then turned back into snarls of passion as his entire body trembled. The other animals barked also, the first dog moving frantically about his cage with an extended cock. He rubbed his hindquarters against the iron bars, jacking himself off as he watched his companion slathering up Christina's exposed pussylips with spittle.
Christina's mind was suddenly filled with obscene images of cocks of all kinds, jerking, spurting, bobbing, throbbing, shooting out an ocean of cum on her face, in her mouth, in her pussy. She no longer heard Jack's or Leon's obscene remarks. And when she did, they excited her all the more.
Christina moaned again, rubbing her cheek on the dirty floor. She opened her mouth, drooling freely while the animal lapped more furiously. She could hear his mouth slathering and slobbering over her snatch; could feel his sharp teeth working against her cuntlips--first one, then the other. Christina rocked her thighs together faster and faster, feeling her ass muscles cramp up as she silently begged for satisfaction.
Soon the room echoed with Christina's obscene groans as she begged the dog to fuck her, to suck her, to lap at her snatch. The women watched their employer in horrified surprise as she turned into an animal in front of them. The big dog's teeth nipped along the puffed outer lips of the blonde's cunt.
Christina cried out in surprise and pain. And yet the sensation was mind-blowing. She cried out again, jerking back and forth as her nipples burned with excitement. She pulled at her mammoth boobs while the dog kept on lapping at her fiery snatch. She concentrated her thumbs on her stiffened titty-tips as the dog concentrated his lapping on the upper regions of her swollen, greasy cuntlips.
When he grazed her clitty, Christina gasped, her whole body shaking and shuddering as if it were about to explode into tiny pieces. Her head spun around and around as a million colored lights popped off in her brain. She hunched her ass back, swaying it back and forth in front of the snarling animal. The weight of her asscheeks added to the rocking, rubbing sensations of pussy walls against her clitty. She clawed the floor with her fingernails as she sobbed and pleaded with anyone to take care of her cunny.
And then it happened. The dog jumped up, locking his forelegs quickly around Christina's sides. It was just like the last time. Only now the dog's cock seemed larger. The blonde could feel it rubbing against her inner thigh, moving up toward her exposed, spit-slick pussy. She could tell the dog's cock was already dribbling warm streams of cum. It felt wetter than the first dog's and much longer and thicker.
The dog growled, flattened his head against the back of her neck and lunged forward. His cock speared deep into the tender, throbbing wet cleft open to him. Christina thrilled shamelessly at the penetration. It was as if someone had taken a knife and sliced through her pussy and clitshaft. The various bumps and knobs began thrilling her immediately, rubbing against the swollen red tip of her sex shaft. More and more of the animal's cock speared into her cunt. She could feel her pussy winding up for an explosion, knotting up like a tight ball of tingling sexual tension.
His prick slid deeper and deeper, spreading her pussy walls apart, scratching that pulsing itch that was driving her crazy. Christina dropped her head until her chin rested against her chest. Her long hair dangled in front of her like a blonde veil as she rocked and rolled her body in a dance of perverted lust. Behind her she could feel the dog prancing back and forth as he tried to balance himself and fuck the woman at the same time.
The big dog humped against her more strongly. She could feel the raw, brutal power gathering in the animal's body. His prick had been spurting out steady jets of cum all the while he had had his cock in her pussy. She could feel the hot oil squirting against the walls of her fuck tunnel as he drove deeper and deeper. The grotesque knot banged relentlessly against her outer labes. Suddenly her pussy muscles relaxed and admitted the big lump into her hole.
Then the dog started fucking with a strange, savage intensity. His back arched into a tight curve while he grasped her sides more strongly than before. He drove that big knobby wet dick deeper into her pussy. Christina smelled his strong, gamey breath. Yet nothing about the act sickened her. Everything was beautiful. She relaxed, letting herself flow around in this sea of perversion as her cunt tightened more and more under the big dog's assault.
As the big knot in the dog's swollen cock worked deeper into her cunt, stretching the walls to a greater degree than they had been before, the blonde felt her body growing more and more strained with sexual feeling. Suddenly the bands of knot ted tension burst inside her. A lust-filled red fog settled over her brain as she crouched there and let the dog dump the remainder of his spunk in her pussy.
Again and again her cunt throbbed with climactic fury, clutching, releasing, then clutching the big dog's prick again. She thought she was going to faint from the incredible pleasure/pain gripping her sexual organ. With the throbs of lust tea ring apart her snatch, she felt something warm and wet bubbling out from between her snatchlips and trickling down her inner thighs.
"AHHHHH!" Christina sighed, feeling her legs trembling mightily as the big dog finally finished his cumming. Christina lowered her face to the floor, sobbing out the final gasps and cries of sexual relief as she felt the animal slide off her back and trot away.
"You enjoy that, Christina?" Jack said with a sneer.
The blonde shakily pushed herself up to a standing position. She felt herself sway drunkenly from side to side as doggie jizz dribbled down her legs to her ankles. The naked women screamed in revulsion as they saw her.
"Why are you still here? You know I haven't got any money around here. That's what they wanted," Christina said, indicating Leon with a nod of her head.
"He didn't know what was what until I came back here a few minutes ago. We've still got to get some cash to get these kids across the border. Guess I'll take some of the equipment and try to fence the stuff in Buffalo. But before I go, there's no harm in a little enjoyment."
Christina studied Jack carefully. Something in his eyes--something in his tone of voice suggested he might make sure there'd be no witnesses. To destroy all of them! It would be the crime of the century! Would he and the boys be capable of doing something like that? Then she thought of what she and the others had been put through in the past few hours.
"I wonder if her friends would react the same way," Jack said, stealing a glance at Leon before turning around and staring at the women. They shrieked, crossing their arms tightly around their waists and shrinking against the far wall. Little did they know that their pleas and screams added fuel to the boys' perverted fire.
Leon moved quickly to the cages, kicking them open and pushing out the other dogs. All four were prancing around the room, their bushy tails wagging furiously. Their barking created a hellish din. Christina hugged herself tightly as she felt the first dog come up against her, his powerful jaws hanging open and his eyes riveted on hers.
She felt his warm, furry coat tickle the backs of her legs. But the sensations she was feeling earlier disappeared. The revulsion returned. How she could have actually enjoyed something like screwing a dog sickened her!
When the blonde heard the sounds of fighting behind her, she spun around and witnessed a scene that made her want to shriek in outrage. The women had fought desperately. But the boys and Jack, laughing and panting with perverted lust, beat them savagely about the face, knocking them to the floor. Some they pulled about by the hair, laughing at their vain attempts to beat the men free. One young blonde history teacher tried covering her pussy with her hand while tearing vainly at Jack's h and wrapped around her hair. Leon jumped over the girl's kicking legs, pressing his boot against her hand and driving the fingernails into her pussylips.
The woman cried out in pain and fear, rolling over on her side. Leon raised his foot and drew it back, letting it fly forward. with a sickening thud against the teacher's thigh. The blow knocked her over on her belly. One of the dogs--a light gray male--took his cue and leaped on top of her, squatting down on her small asscheeks and starting to drive his knobby pointed dick in and out of her asscrack. The young blonde teacher screamed loudly, her face red as the animal sent a steady stream of his thick white cum onto her buttocks and into the tight asscrack. The girl's shrieks turned to sobs and she collapsed in total humiliation.
The two older women used as kitchen help were thrown about the room. Finally someone kicked them down next to the half conscious Marge.
All around her Christina saw screaming, raped, horribly violated women abused and mocked by the young boys and Jack. It was an orgy of the most vicious, perverted sex acts she had ever seen or heard of. Animals mounted women, spilling their cum onto their titties, their faces, their cunts, their asses. Some of the boys grabbed a victim and threw her to the floor, spreading her legs and pulling out their cocks at the same time.
During this time Christina stood silently, her arms still crossed over her tits as the cooling doggie jizz trickled down her legs from her violated pussy. The din finally subsided, the dogs having spent their cum and the men and boys having tired for the moment of their game.
Jack stood up from a young math teacher he had just raped in the ass and grinned at Christina. His cock was flecked with pieces of shit. Flipping his cock back into his pants and zipping up, the big man glanced at his watch.
"It's almost dawn. We're gonna have to be leavin' here pretty soon," he said loudly enough for the boys to hear him. "We'll take some of the tools to fence. Get the women in the metal shop again after cagin' the dogs."
CHAPTER NINE
Christina and the others sat huddled together at the foot of a workbench in the metal shop as Jack held a transistor radio to his ear and listened to the news. The broadcaster announced the continuation of the blackout and told of mass looting and rioting in New York City. Police departments in the area as well as in suburban areas were being rushed to the troubled boroughs. Those remaining in their particular cities were put on full alert.
"Looks like we won't get any trouble from them," Jack said, switching off the radio and putting it down on the table top. Jack had teased them continually, telling them they were going to set the shop on fire and let the women burn with the guards. Then other rumors flew around, some relating how the men would keep one or two as hostages while others told of how they would all be released. The result of these conflicting stories was confusion and fear. Most of the women hoped they would be let go, although some of the more realistic ones expected the worst.
Jack sent several of the boys to poke through the smoking ruins of the main house to see if there was anything of value in the ashes. Others, including Leon, stayed in the shop and started stripping anything portable and valuable from the tool shelves and work benches.
Halfway through the stripping, Leon's eyes settled on Eve. They glittered with maniacal lust as they slid over her titties and down to that violated snatch where burn marks from the electrical charges appeared on her cuntlips. The young brunette felt someone staring at her and turned her face up to the boy. When she saw who it was and how he looked at her, Eve slimnk from his gaze and pressed hard against Christina.
"Can't you leave someone smaller than you alone?" the blonde said in a disgusted voice as she put her arm around Eve.
Leon's face darkened and he shifted his eyes up to his Uncle Jack.
"Well, since you're so protective, maybe you'd to take her place," Jack said, smirking as he signalled the boys to stop their looting. They all put down whatever they had in their hands and waited expectantly for the show.
Christina felt her face flush and her heart begin to beat with terror and excitement as she felt all eyes turn on her. Jack was the first to move, jerking her up and pulling her screaming and stumbling to the pulley where Eve had hung only hours before.
The boys worked quickly, holding Christina as tightly as they could while they tied the rope to her wrists and threw the loose end over the pulley wheel.
They hauled Christina up. The young blonde felt her arms jerk high above her head, then felt the strain of her body weight on her arm muscles as the boys hauled her several inches above the floor. A dull, aching throb assailed her body as she swung lazily back and forth like a heavy weight. She kept an eye on her tormentors as they stood around and watched her swing.
"She's a real firecracker in a fuck. What happens when you get two of them together?" Leon said in a laughing voice.
Christina wondered what he was talking about. But when she saw him produce two long slim red cylinders from his trouser pocket the blonde kicked while her eyes bugged out with horror. Firecrackers!
Christina trembled and strained against her bonds as the ropes bit into her already raw wrists. They would rip apart her cunt, cripple her for life.
"Oh God, no!" Christina pleaded as Leon sneered up at her.
"Sure, baby," Leon countered, reaching up and jamming one blue and white firecracker in her pussy.
The sudden dry and sharp entry made her wince. When he shoved the second firecracker into her sore asshole, Christina nearly fainted from the pain and fear assailing her mind.
The young boy said nothing more as he shoved his hand in his pocket, pulled out a torn packet of matches and lit one. Christina felt sweat break out on her forehead and trickle down her face and neck as she watched him light the two fuses. They were slow burning, giving her all too much time to contemplate what was in store for her. As the fire moved closer and closer to the firecrackers, the burned pieces of fuse sputtered and dropped hot embers on her cunt and ass.
The fire drew closer now. The heat became sharper and more concentrated. Christina cringed and struggled vainly against the steadily burning terror. Leon, Jack and the other boys smirked and enjoyed the spectacle while the women held one another and looked on in terror. After all, they could easily be up there. After that brutal scene only minutes ago when many of them had been raped by dogs or several of the boys, they realized the full horror of their situation.
Christina pulled wildly on the ropes. She swung and jerked slightly, bouncing up and down and occasionally touching the wooden floor with the tips of her toes. But the more she tugged on her bonds, the deeper those ropes cut into her wrists.
Finally she realized there was nothing she could do. She tensed, quivering as the heat penetrated her snatch and shitter. For a second there was a cessation in the sound of those sputtering fuses. Perhaps they went out. But then the powder ignited and the firecrackers exploded.
Thousands of tiny needles of fire tore at her pussy and ass as she jerked her hips and buttocks. Christina snapped her head back and a sobbing wailing shriek escaped from her throat. She tightened her crotch and ass, trying to smother the fire with her wet cuntal sheath and shitter walls. The blonde felt herself sinking into unconsciousness, but she managed to stay awake in spite of the agony.
"The pinchers," Jack gasped.
Christina opened her eyelids slowly, looking down at the workman. His pants bulged ominously at the fly, indicating his arousal at her torture. Strangely enough, Christina felt a definite excited tenseness deep in her crotch. The firecrackers had nearly destroyed her as a woman. And yet it stimulated her clitty, the sharp pain actually producing a pleasurable reaction to take her mind off the burned areas of pussy flesh.
Christina was amazed at her perversion. For this realization alone she could never forgive Jack, Leon and the other boys. Few people can ever forgive those who show them the darker side of their nature no matter how pleasurable it may be at the time.
"More," Jack said, taking the two pinchers that had been fastened to Eve's cunny earlier. The clamps were placed on her titties. The sharp cold bite of the tiny teeth on her nipples made them rise. In spite of her fear she was being aroused once more.
The boys brought more wires and clamps fished out from nearby drawers. Fortunately for them the transformer held by Jack had outlets for the additional clamps. Fastened on one end, the lines were played out to Christina's helpless, swaying body. A pincer was clamped to her clitty, and two others were locked on her cuntlips.
Strangely Christina felt her pussy muscles contracting and clamping like the fingers of a closing fist. What was happening to her? She saw the black, evil transformer in Jack's hands and knew full well what he was planning to do. But instead of fighting him, instead of screaming for help, Christina hung there limply and actually hoped for the electricity to come shooting through her body.
"Oh!" Christina groaned as she felt a fourth wire being stuffed into her ass. The membranes were sore and bruised from the exploded firecracker. But the boys paid no attention to her pain, laughing at her moans and pleas as they shoved the metal pincer as deep into her bowels as they could get it. The cold, curled stiff object cut the inner tissues and filled her ass as she took shallow breaths to keep from choking.
The clamps on her titties were heavy and pulled down on her nipples. The weight in her ass pushed like a finger and made the young blonde want to shit in front of everyone. Tiny teeth seemed to nibble at her clitty and labes. Christina closed her eyes and murmured a prayer as she realized the boys had finished with their implanting.
Jack turned toward his victim. Her firm young tits were swollen and heavy with lust. Her face was flushed with excitement while her outer labes puffed out. Her cunt-lips were slick with lust oil frothing out from the crooked narrow cuntal cleft.
Slowly Jack turned the dial of the transformer. The box hummed, the red needle inside the glass volume indicator jumping slightly. A faint sharp pulse dug into Christina's tits, cunt and ass. She jerked, pulling down on the rope and throwing back her head. The jolt was hardly strong enough to do much more than make her skin pucker up. She let out a low groan, tensing and readying herself for what was surely to come.
Her cunny began to itch as more current poured into her helpless body. As more electricity surged through her body, the woman jerked like a puppet and cried out in pain. Her titties jumped, jiggled, rolled together and separated from the violent movements. Her nipples were fully erect now and stiff with blood. The muscles in her belly knotted while her cuntlips twitched and chewed at the wires. Christina felt her clitty stiffen to the point of exploding with orgasm. She tried to close her legs to squeeze off her orgasm. But the pincers and wires held her pussy open.
Jack twisted the dial up another notch. What hit her cunt, ass and tits was like a fist slamming against those organs The aftershock felt like blunted glass shards barely scratching her nipples and clitshaft. Christina's shitter recoiled and a fart exploded inside, nearly dislodging the clump of wires lodged in her bowels.
Jack cranked the dial a point higher. Christina felt herself struck with a force of a truck. Her tits and belly, cunt and asshole were torn by fiery steel knives. Her bones rattled while her head throbbed as if it were about to shatter. The women shrieked and begged Jack to stop, certain he had every intention of killing her like that.
Christina's cries were choked with her own spittle as she felt herself blessedly losing consciousness. Then Jack raised the dial setting still higher, jerking her back to reality.
"ARRRGHHHH!" the blonde screamed as she writhed and twitched.
Her lips had turned purple. Her cunt oil speckled on her rippling thighs. Christina felt her orgasm erupt over and over again. She was helpless to stop the jerking in her pussy and the ripping in her clitty. As much pain as there was from the electronic torture, Christina couldn't keep from cumming over and over. Her orgasm continued shamelessly while the smell of burned and burning flesh drifted up to her flared nostrils.
As she shuddered and jerked, Jack's balls twitched in his pants. The older man turned the power higher. Christina's face turned into a blur of pain and unspeakable torture. The wailing women thought they could already see sparks coming out from the ends of her fingers and her nose as her body became a writhing snake.
Jack's balls ached and were filled once more with perverted lust. With a loud shout he turned the dial back to off. Christina's body immediately relaxed.
As she rolled her head, he and Leon tore off the pincers. Christina sobbed as the clamps were removed.
"Get that big dog," Jack ordered Leon.
Christina looked down at the big man and saw he was in the throes of his own perverted lust. He had, for all practical purposes, lost his mind. The two of them could have been alone. Nothing mattered--at least for him--except her body and how it could satisfy his most unspeakable desires.
As Leon ran out the door and the women screeched at themention of a dog being brought into the same room with them, Jack released the rope over the pulley wheel and let it fly free. Christina crashed to the floor, her knees giving way immediately. She collapsed unconscious into a crumpled heap at his feet.
Without saying a word, Jack slapped her violently across the face until she came around. He pushed her shoulders against the floor and spread her clenched legs apart with his knee. He moved between her wounded thighs and spread her cuntlips a part with his fingers.
Christina cried out at the sudden painful attack. She jerked up her arms, pressing her fingers and palms against his broad chest and shoulders trying to push him away. But she was too weak and he was too strong. Christina could sense him reaching down and unzipping his Levi's with one hand. He was taking out his stiff cock, rubbing it up several times with his fingers.
"Goddd!" the blonde cried, her teeth rattling as she felt the heavy cock slamming inside her torn pussy.
Christina retched as this violent attack tore at her senses. Jack held her fast, his hands squeezing her titties as his hips drove forward rapidly and mercilessly. He forced his cock deeper and deeper, ripping through her bruised and burned twat, stinging her clitty. The itching force of her orgasm gathered again. Jack's long, thin cock drilled like a jackhammer through her cunt, filling and spreading her pussy.
Christina should have been mortified at being tortured then defiled this way in public. But so much had been done to her in front of these people they almost felt like family in a strange, demented way. Nothing done to her would have embarrassed her any more. They had pushed her over every barrier of shame possible.
Jack, she could tell, hated her and was using his cock as a weapon of destruction. He hated her with each racking blow of his prick. He was tearing her cunt apart and was enjoying his agonizing assault. She began to hate herself.
The lust boiled inside her and her clitty was stung with another wave of spasms. Jack's cock ground her pussy into pulp, the ramming of his cock tearing at her clitty in an endless attack as he drove farther into her snug pussy. Christina felt her muscles automatically relaxing to accommodate his hefty shaft in spite of their brutal injury.
The big man thrust, stiffened, then grunted like an animal as his balls tightened and dumped their filthy load of cum. Christina could feel his cum spurting into her hot hole, filling it quickly and flowing out from between her burned, twitching cuntlips.
Her pussy sheath kept on trembling and clutching long after Jack's spurting stopped. Quickly he withdrew his long spear, standing up on trembling, unsteady legs while he reeled in his cunt-spreader and zipped up his trousers.
He smiled at Christina, reaching down and picking up the rope one more time. The blonde looked up pleadingly, silently begging him not to haul her up again. Her wrists were rubbed raw to the point of bleeding. Her shoulders ached, and her belly felt as if someone had thrust their fists into it.
Jack sneered and hauled her up, though not to the full height of before. Her toes still touched the ground as Leon returned with the second shepherd that had fucked her before.
"No! NO! NOT AGAIN!" Christina screamed, throwing back her head and looking helplessly up at the ceiling.
The women wailed. The dog's heavy jaws dripped with spittle while his eyes burrowed into the blonde's. His head dipped and his tongue flicked over his spit-flecked maw. The skin around his brown, glistening eyes tightened and his short fur pelt bristled. He sniffed at a pool of mixed cum and cunt juice.
Christina rolled her head forward and looked down, watching the huge animal's tail wag faster back and forth as he picked up the scent of sex from that puddle. She could see his knobby boner swelling inside the furry sheath. Then came out the red pointed tip of his prick, snaking into the air.
Quickly the animal moved directly under her curled toes. He sat on his ass, his tall dropping to the floor with a soft thump. The hard muscles around his hindquarters rippled with excitement. Christina remembered the sensations before of that dog-fucking and she struggled to keep from looking too willing. But what could she do now? She was helpless. Shouldn't she try to enjoy what she could, even at the expense of her tattered pride?
CHAPTER TEN
"Christina, DON'T!" Marge and Eve chorused together in a wailing cry.
The other women joined as they watched the horrifying scene in front of them. Yet what could she do to prevent what was going to happen to her. What could any of them do?
The big dog leaped up, placing its forepaws on her hips and burying its jaws between her legs. Christina let out a soft groan, too weak to fight any more. She could feel his powerful maw slithering around in her matted bush, working its way between her fat, fleshy cuntlips, sliding up to her clitty.
Oh God, could she take any more? What they had done to her would have exhausted the patience of a martyr. And yet somehow she had managed to survive it all!
"UNNNN!" Christina cried in a low moan as she felt the animal's slippery tongue slice into her cuntal cleft.
Her toes fanned out while her legs kicked out and scissored apart. The animal fell down, growling at the sudden reaction on the part of the blonde. He pranced around in tight circles under her feet, growling and snapping at air. Then he jumped up, steadying himself as before and burying his pointed snout in her cuntal bush.
Christina let out another moan, pulling desperately at her bonds until she thought she was going to tear her arms from her shoulder sockets. Then she felt his cold nose and tongue crush her clitty and she screamed, a shout of the damned. The young blonde writhed and twisted, her eyelids shut tightly while her face flushed red with painful shame and degradation. Her buttocks tightened and jiggled as she tried to shake the mastiff free from her swampy snatch. But it was impossible.
Nothing could save her from this humiliation once more. She seemed to be condemned to be the laughing target of these boys' bestial humiliation.
The powerful jaws snapped against her silky white cuntal mound while his tongue thrashed against the woman's clitty. Christina felt her cunt tightening up again. How many times could she cum in one evening? It amazed her how these perverted activities had turned her into nothing more than a sex machine. All she could think of was different ways she could reach climax. And only a few hours ago she was little more than a virgin!
The dog's tongue filled her pussy now, shoving her outer lips apart and peeling back her inner labes as it tunneled and burrowed into her fuck hole. Christina swung against the animal. Her hips trembled and clenched together as the tongue slathered down her pussy. Once more her silky pussy hairs were wet and matted with animal spittle.
Christina felt her chest tightening and her lungs burning as she sucked in gulps of air. Her body burned with unnatural lust. Her face was flushed and sweaty as her now-dirty and matted hair hung limply and filthily over her twisted face. The tendons of her legs stood out as her muscles tightened up for a tremendous orgasm.
Christina could feel the dog's front teeth raking across her inner cuntlips, making her shudder with feat and pleasure. The dog's toenails left long red scratches on her upper legs and thighs as he curled his bushy tail between his trembling hindquarters. The dog's prick was fully extended now, trembling and throbbing.
Without warning Jack released Christina again, letting her body crash to the floor with a loud, crumpling thud. The dog howled out in surprise, jumping back and nearly falling over himself as he twisted around and looked curiously at the moaning, half-conscious Christina.
The blonde squeezed her cunt, trying to bring off her stiff clit. But the animal was too quick. He charged at her. He jumped on her like a man, settling between her thighs and squatting down as if he were about to piss between her legs. Christina let out another groan as his big forepaws dug painfully into her lower belly. The weight of the big animal made it almost impossible for her to breathe.
Then he drilled his knobby prick into her, slicing open her snatch once more--but this time with his doggie cock. Christina's body stiffened while her mouth tightened. In spite of her revulsion she felt her orgasm ripple across her violated pussy. While the big dog sliced his cock into her tight-fisted cunny, it dropped its heavy jaws between her rolling, jiggling titties.
Christina tried to lift her hands to do something--caress him, push him away, anything but just lay there. But all the fight and emotion seemed drained from her by those horrible firecrackers, the beatings and finally the electronic torture. She lay there, quietly moaning, squeezing her pussy together occasionally and wishing she could die. The heat from the growling, fucking dog burned her lower belly as his bushy tail swept excitedly and jerkily across her trembling knees.
In the distance she could hear Jack and the boys laughing and commenting. But she didn't care anymore about what they said. She couldn't control herself, least of all her orgasm. They kept coming now, exploding in rapid bursts the way bowel movements come over sick people. She wasn't able to tell where one ended and the other began. Needles tore into her cunt as she sobbed, laughed and babbled hysterically under the animal's attack.
With effort Christina raised her legs and threw them around the animal's forelegs, scissoring her legs and feeding her tight pussy up to his drilling cock. She rolled back and forth, her buttocks raising and lowering as her last orgasm burst with a power so strong she nearly passed out.
"AHHHRHHHH!" Christina sobbed out, her legs falling from the big animal's broad shoulders to the wooden floor.
The young blonde felt a flood of horror sweeping over her mind as she lay quietly. The full impact of what had happened to her and her friends and employees hit her at this moment. All she had worked for had gone down the toilet. And to make matters worse she became a willing participant in half of their games. While her world had fallen apart and crashed around her, Christina danced and sang a perverted ballet.
Raising her hands to her head, the young blonde started shrieking uncontrollably, her body jerking and twisting across the floor while spittle from her mouth flecked her lips and chin She was going mad, spinning into insanity while the others looked casually on. Tufts of hair twisted around her tearing fingers as Christina began ripping at her body.
"Somebody stop her!" Eve cried out, holding her hands cupped over her mouth.
"She needs a good fuck to straighten her out," Jack said, recovering from the surprise of seeing Christina fly off the handle so violently.
Thementioning of the word fuck had an electrifying effect on the woman. She stopped shrieking and thrashing about suddenly. An animal look of unspeakable hunger flickered across her twisted, flushed face. Her eyes bulged out and rolled around to Jack's direction.
A terrible intensity infected them as she gaped open-mouthed at the big man. The beautiful innocence that had hung as an aura about Christina in spite of what they inflicted upon her disappeared. In its place was an insane, intense sensuality. The women slimnk back, horrified at the sudden and violent change in the young girl.
"Come on," Jack said, bending down and taking Christina by the upper arm.
She scurried up after him, struggling to keep her balance as she pattered behind. In spite of her insane intensity all the fucking and beating left her weak. Christina saw the women only vaguely and could hear Jack's taunts distantly. She only knew she was going to be taken to a fuck that would straighten her out. That kind of fuck, she reasoned, would have to exist only in comic books. The beating; the animals; the gang rapes had stretched her cunny and given her clit such a tolerance that nothing, she thought, could really excite her now.
The woman's mind stopped and flashed blank when she realized where Jack was taking her. All through the nightmarish torture she and the other women had been forced to endure made her forget about other things on the farm--the horses! So, they were going to make her fuck a horse. Well, why not?
"AHHHH! HA! HA! HA! HA!" Christina laughed wildly, tearing loose from Jack and staggering up to the startled animals.
She was outside now, her feet being torn and stabbed by the loose gravel in the drive and courtyard. The animals had been tied up behind the kennel to two large posts stuck into the soft ground. Now they reared back from the hysterical blonde, their big brown eyes rolling in surprise and fear as she approached them threateningly.
"Ohh, horsie!" Christina babbled, spittle trickling out of her mouth as she stretched out her hands toward their handsome pointed heads.
Their big pointed ears flicked forward, their smooth, gleaming bellies quivering as their nostrils flared with suspicion and fear.
Christina stopped some five feet away and looked admiringly at the first horse--a large black-skinned stud with broad bands of muscles that rounded his powerful shoulders and tight hindquarters. He pawed the loose ground nervously with his hoof, raising tufts of powdered dust in front of him. The second animal was slightly smaller than the first. Both had enormous cocks hanging from between their quivering hindquarters that swayed and jiggled with every quick move they made. Their large, coconut-sized balls swayed back and forth, promising large amounts of jizz.
"And it's all for you, Christina," Jack said sneeringly as he reached forward and pushed her ahead with his right hand.
The young blonde moved as if in a dream, one foot slowly in front of the other, as her glazed eyes fixed on those of the first handsome animal. Her drugged attitude calmed the horses down as they snorted, waiting for her to make the next move.
"My God, Christina, what are you doing?" Eve cried out. The women had been forced out of the metal shop and surrounded by the boys. Although the guns were pointed warningly at them, Eve couldn't help herself from shrieking out that warning.
It came just as the blonde raised her hand and began stroking the first horse's head. The words cut through her stupor and brought her back to her senses. Christina realized how tight and excited her cunny was. Then she saw it was due to the warm, furry sensation of the animal's long, beautifully shaped head against her hand. She pulled it off suddenly as if someone had touched an iron to her fingers, hugging herself and backing away. An expression of incredible revulsion crossed her face as she turned and started to run.
"You want to see her brains on the drive?" Jack shouted at the fleeing blonde, pulling Eve from the crowd of women and holding the .38 to the side of her head.
Christina stopped in her tracks, turning around and seeing what had happened.
"Now get back to that horse."
The boys gathered around, herding the women closer to the animal as Christina went back to the first animal. She felt horror at what she was expected to do.
"Make love to it. Come on, babe, shinny up to him, stroke his head, stuff those tits against his ears," Jack said, still holding the cold barrel to Eve's head while he laughed at the cringing blonde.
"God help me," Christina sobbed to herself as she reached out again and stroked the big animal's head with both hands.
The horse dropped his head slightly, his eyes rolling up to her while his nostrils snorted friendlily at her. Everything seemed to be in motion in the animal. His muscles trembled, making his shiny coat ripple and glisten in the bright moonlight outside. She could feel his warm wet breath blow against her lower belly as she moved closer, her pendulous titties rubbing back and forth, brushing against the bottom of her chin as she pulled her head back.
"Closer!" Jack shouted, jerking Eve forward and making her cry out in pain and fear.
Christina pushed herself forward until she was butting her chest and belly against the flat top of the horse's head. His flicking ears tickled her chin, making her want to laugh and shriek at the same time. She rocked her body slightly from side to side, rubbing the bottoms of her titties against the head nestled between her boobies.
Christina could feel her nipples stiffening against that teasing sensation, making her cunt tighten up. My God, she thought, I've sunk as low as I can. Jack, seeming to guess what she was thinking, moved forward, dropping Eve on the ground.
"Get under and start sucking!"
Christina backed away and moved like a robot toward the horse's ass. This, she was sure, would be the end of her.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Christina moved to the horse's ass, her feet hurting from the jagged stones in the drive. Her knees felt like rubber as she thought of what she had to do. The young blonde ran her left hand along the smooth, warm side of the panting animal. She could feel its powerful muscles trembling at her touch, making her breathing shallow with excitement.
The short, silky hairs of the big animal tickled her skin as she trailed her fingers up to the horse's hindquarters. He whinnied nervously, his big head turning around while his eyes rolled, then fastened on the naked trembling woman. She stood inches from the flicking black tail, wondering what to do next. Perhaps Jack and the others would grant her a reprieve. Would they make her go through with the ultimate? Christina turned around and stared at the motley crowd gathered near the horse's head.
"You heard me!" Jack said menacingly, waving the gun first at her, then pointing it back at Eve.
Christina sighed and ground her teeth together, running her hand along the animal's powerful hind leg as she sank down to the ground. The stones dug into her bare knees as she pressed her hot forehead against the big animal's lower leg. She could feel him quivering, wondering if he should try to run away or let this strange naked female human do what was on her mind. One other look at Jack told her to hurry it up. The sky was already light in the east. Soon the sun would rise and then....
Quickly Christina slid in front of the hind legs, keeping her hands attached to the right leg to let the horse know she wasn't trying anything threatening or tricky. Above her she could see the big black funnel-shaped cock hanging limply from his heaving belly. His large balls swayed back and forth, the testicles jiggling in their leathery sacs.
The sickening, pungent odor of stale piss and shit invaded Christina's nostrils, making the girl drop her grip and clutch at her belly to keep from retching. Suddenly she heard the animal snort impatiently and start to stomp around her. She had to do something quick or he'd trample her.
Quickly she raised her hand and began stroking the insides of the big animal's hind legs. She watched his belly rise sharply while his sides sucked in and quivered at her light touch. He calmed down immediately, his nervous whinnying turning into snorting, then heavy breathing.
Strangely, his cock started twitching, then actually lengthening as Christina continued stroking and petting the animal's hindquarters. She tilted her head back and watched the big black grooved cockhead push out from its wrinkled black foreskin, sinking down toward her mouth. She felt a shudder of revulsion ripple through her body as her flesh puckered up into goose pimples. Hot/cold flashes tore her body as she thought of what she was supposed to do. Suck a horse's cock!
Gingerly she raised her right hand, her fingers lightly brushing the tip of the animal's expanding dick. The result was explosive. She heard the big horse whinny in surprise, his feet stomping and grinding into the gravel. Christina covered her head and waited for the crashing blow from the hoof that would put her out of misery.
It didn't come. Another shout from Jack alerted her to try again. This time when she brushed her fingers against the bottom of the animal's prick the horse stood still. The only reaction was an increased intensity of breathing.
Parting her lips and tilting back her head until her hair fell over her shoulders, Christina pushed her torso up from her thighs and started moving her mouth toward the cock. She could feel her throat contract with fear as she felt her lips brush over the slimy, black horse's cockhead. The big animal snorted again, whinnying as if he had a fever. Flecks of white spittle foamed on his thick black lips and chin as his eyes rolled wildly in his handsome head.
The women watched Christina's mouth fit tightly around the head of the horse's prick and moaned in horror for her. The boys laughed, some of them doubling over in hysteria to see that once-proud pretty blonde sucking off a horse.
"More!" Jack urged wildly, his hands cupped around his crotch and squeezing the growing bulge pushing out his fly.
Christina was gagging. Her mouth was stretched to the ripping point, filled with animal dickmeat while she was choking and nearly drowning in her own spittle. Her cheeks ached, while her jawbone threatened to dislodge from the pressure put on it. Christina pushed her head up and forward a few more inches until she could feel the animal's cockhead pushing hard against the back of her throat.
She knelt there as if her veins and arteries had been filled with concrete. She could feel that hunk of black cockmeat throbbing between her lips, pushing her mouth farther and farther open as it ballooned out and forward. Beads of sweat broke out on her forehead, then trickled down her neck and into her eyes and nose. She raised her hands until they were caressing the big animal's balls. He snorted again, but kept still, instinctively realizing any sudden moves might take away that wonderful sensation engulfing his stiffened cock.
Christina could taste the salty, slightly spicy flavor of the horse's cum as it oozed out of the massive groove in the shiny dickhead. She ran the palms of her hands back and forth, rolling those fat, leathery balls around. She could feel something moving in them, tightening and packing down. The blonde could only assume it was his cum, churning and boiling, about to spurt out of that ten-inch funnel-shaped cock into her throat.
"Then you get to fuck the other one," Jack yelled.
Christina felt her skin crawl. Her pussy began to throb and beat in time to the animal's pulsing cock. Dropping her right hand to her snatch, she pushed her forefinger into the wet cleft, stroking her outer labes, milking the fat lips together, then puckering them up and pushing them toward her expanding, blood-heavy clitty.
The thought of what was about to descend on her excited her as well as sickened the blonde. It was the same story with everything that had happened to her. Revulsion followed by excitement. When her finger and thumb gripped her tiny sexshaft, pinching the organ and forcing her to gasp in pleasure, Christina felt the big animal's prick throb mightily, then push back as if it were a tightened spring about to break loose.
"OHHHHmmmfff!" the blonde cried, her eyes bulging out as she felt a rush of something hot and wet spurting against the back of her throat. It was the animal's cum. He panted and whinnied, his hindquarters trembling while his powerful sides sucked in and out. His eyes rolled while his nostrils twitched and flared in demonic excitement.
Christina screamed out a muffled groan once more, reaching up and pushing against the animal's underbelly. She was drowning in the cum. She could feel it packing in her mouth, pushing up into her nasal passages and threatening to come out of her nose. She pulled away, wheeling down to the ground and holding her belly. She retched, spilling out the contents of her belly as the big animal continued shooting his hot spunk over her back and neck. Her lips felt greasy and the remnants of dinner spewed out and splattered on the ground while the boys laughed at her reaction.
The animal gave out a final whinny, then relaxed as Christina finished her vomiting.
"Come on, baby, you've got another horse to take care of."
Christina felt hands pulling her out from under the first animal's body, dragging her like a sack over the loose gravel to the gray and white horse. She was sobbing and pleading with them as they stretched her out under the animal, kneeling down on either side while they pulled her legs out just in front of the animal's hindquarters. She felt like a biological specimen ready to be dissected.
"You reach up and guide that fucker in," Jack said. He was holding tightly onto her right ankle. He and Leon pulled up her legs while two other boys held her tightly by the shoulders and raised the upper half of her body. Gingerly Christina pulled her head up until it was pushing against the animal's belly. She reached between her widely splayed legs until she had the hot dick between her fingers.
"Push it in!" Leon urged.
Christina sucked in a deep breath, forcing down a shudder as she spread her thighs as best she could and moved the tip of the prick to the gaping cuntal hole. At least this horse's cock was a few inches shorter and thinner than the first animal's.
"It's in!"
Yes, it was. Christina threw back her head and closed her eyes, sobbing freely as her body twitched and writhed in revulsion. She had pushed in the first two inches of that fat dick. Christina thanked God his cock wasn't any fatter than Brad's and was about the same length. But it was just the idea of having that ugly, tubular-shaped thing stuffed into her snatch!
The boys were having the time of their lives now, their hands running freely over her ass and tits as they lowered her, then raised her again. They were helping the horse fuck her, impaling her snatch higher and higher on that stiff prick. She still held onto the edges, her finger sliding up and down the hot, cuntjuice-slickened dick as the big horse panted and whinnied excitedly.
Christina sucked in her lower lip and bit down hard, waiting for the final pulsing throbs in the horse's cock that would signal his cumming. Strangely, she didn't feel that excited. The sickening perversion of this act finally triumphed over her cunt, making the blonde shriek and cry out in indignation and horror at what these boys were making her do. Just when she was certain that animal was about to fire his spunk into her stretched cunny, Christina heard some of the boys cry out. There were other cries. And suddenly the blonde felt herself rolling on the ground. Eve, Marge and several of the other women took a chance and ran up to the horse, pushing him away while others pulled Christina out from under and hurried toward the others.
"Nobody'll ever know," Eve said under her breath as she wrapped her arms around the shuddering Christina.
The young blonde turned her head and looked curiously at her, not understanding at first what she was talking about. Then her head started to clear and she noticed what was going around her. The boys and Jack were running through the open courtyard, trying to make it to several cars parked along the way while shouts and cries filled the air. Uniformed men were running toward them while one or two others moved quickly to the women and shouted for them to get down.
"It's over," Christina babbled to herself, sinking to her knees.
As the sun rose over the hills Christina saw two more patrol cars come speeding down the drive toward them.
* * *
Grunting like a sow, Christina started working her full, wet lips down Brad's dry shaft. She slickened that fat dick with her spittle, finally stopping at the shaft's base, The blonde had taken the full length of his dick in her mouth at once, something she would have never been able to do without that night of horror. Gagging as that sour sponge struck her tonsils, she encircled the shaft, sucking hard, drawing up the pre-cum into her mouth.
As Brad groaned and twisted his hairy ass higher and higher into the air, digging his fingers into the sides of her skull, Christina chewed and tongued that swollen prick. She was making hungry, sucking, wet sounds with her mouth as she pushed him closer to orgasm.
Without missing a stroke, she spread her labes with her fingers. They parted with a soft, sticky sound. Brad heard them separate and he reached up for her cunt. With two fingers of his right hand he entered her swampy snatch. Christina sighed and shuddered as he milked the puffy lips together, then moved his fingers up until he was toying with her clitty. The rapid finger stimulation made her suck him faster.
They were sucking and fingering faster now as they moved closer and closer to orgasm.
Quickly Brad pulled away, determined not to cum this way. He pushed her back, easing her down on her back against the bed. She eagerly spread her legs as he settled between her satiny thighs.
Christina gasped and jerked her head back as his cock parted her cleft and blistered her snatch with its sexual heat. The weight of his cock made it penetrate like a hot spear sinking through a tub of butter. It pushed her outer labes back, spread her cuntal muscles, then struck her clitty. Christina gasped again as he plunged all the way into her tight cuntal sheath.
The young blonde felt his cock drive deeply, pulling back sharply, then plunge ahead once more. She felt the needles of his attack rip through her snug cunt. The muscles of her pussy tightened and clenched in an attempt to slow down his assault. She wanted a nice, slow fuck after the horror she had been through the week before.
But Brad was breathless, teetering on the brink of orgasm and unable to stop his assault on her snatch. The tighter she clenched, the stronger and more intense was his attack. She begged him to slow down, but Brad didn't listen. He grew more excited, fucking her harder and faster.
As his cock hammered her aching pussy, he grabbed her full buttocks with both hands and dug his nails into the full cheeks. She screamed as he exerted pressure on her sore muscles. He pinched and scratched her buttocks while he whipped her cunt with his cock. He drove faster with short, jabbing strokes. She shuddered and felt the heat of his cock burn the muscles of her pussy. Her clitty ached and throbbed as she twisted in rhythm to his fucking.
"Oh, hurry," Christina begged.
She felt tiny needles assailing her clit as Brad hammered desperately away at her clenching pussy. His eyes were closed tightly while rivers of sweat trickled down his flushed, handsome face. Then her orgasm came. She tightened her cunt, twisting her pelvis and working his cock deeper into her dripping cunt.
As her clitoris beat out a cumming sexual rhythm that made her twist on the sheets crazily, Brad cried out and fired his spunk into her snatch. Christina felt her tight muscles ripping apart from her orgasm. Her clit pulsed rapidly. The two of them held tightly onto one another as they sailed off into the world of violent orgasm.
Finally Christina fell back, sobbing and retching as the throbs died away in her pussy.
"Oh, that was wonderful," she moaned, looking up and stroking Brad's cheek.
"I wondered if you'd be ready for something like this after what happened."
Christina's bright smile faded for a moment. She and the women had taken a silent vow never to reveal what brutalities had been committed on them by those boys. Some of them had been caught by the police when they finally arrived that early morning. Others--including Jack--were still at large. Those caught knew better than to fully reveal what had happened. A silent, grudging bond had been set up between the raped women and their assailants.
The police, curiously enough, arrived when everything was nearly over. The lights had come back on in the city. With the catastrophe over in New York, local police could pay more attention to events in their own area. When they realized the phone in the main house was out, they became suspicious and investigated. What they found horrified them. One dead guard, a group of naked, raped women, and a crowd of taunting boys.
"It's all over," she said in a whisper, folding her arms around Brad's thick neck and pulling him down to her body.
He nestled between her widely splayed thighs, stroking her titties as he sighed happily. Christina decided to rebuild the main house and continue on with her project for a boys' town in spite of what happened. As she felt herself drifting off to sleep in Brad's apartment, the blonde felt a smile curling up the corner of her mouth. Was she smiling because of Brad, because of the renewal of her project, or because of something darker and more obscene than could be thought of consciously?
Christinamentally shrugged off that question and shifted her thighs, making her cunt swallow part of Brad's dick as she drifted off to sleep.
