While the innocent are no strangers to violence, and never have been, the recent upsurge in criminal activity has taken a particularly grim toll on the unsuspecting bystander. And the reasons for their molestations have been more sinister.
Today's newspapers are filled with stories of oil-company executives kidnapped for political purposes, of young heiresses taken to insure the extortion of foodstuffs from their wealthy parents, or diplomats gunned down in foreign capitals-because they represent views of a government hostile to some particular minority.
Some of these acts have been committed in the name of some cause whose philosophy is probably suspect and whose means of executing same are sordid. All this is done because, supposedly, the end justifies the means. Additionally, there are the crimes which bring monetary gain to the perpetrators, and suffering to the victims. But in either case, it is the guiltless individual who suffers most.
The story of Shari is a case in point-an innocent woman suffering at the hands of a cruel and depraved person. Her story holds a lesson for an uncaring society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Shari bit her lower lip and touched her cunt as she watched her cousin Jack sitting sprawled on the front porch steps drinking Jiis beer quietly. It was dark, hot and quiet that August night. They were alone-just the two of them in that big house. The air seemed to press down on them like a weight. Shari watched Jack through the screen door, her small arms folded loosely over her recently developed titties. Her heart beat faster and her flesh burned with a strange pleasure every time the young thickly built man stretched his legs further apart. That hot tight itchy feeling deep in the throat of her pink little cunt was getting worse. Shari hugged her body harder with her arms, rocking her thighs back and forth, wondering what it would be like to have Jack's arms around her instead of her own. She closed her eyes and pictured him towering over her, his eyes staring hotly into her eyes while his thick, callused fingers roamed in all those places her mother had told her were forbidden except to a lawful husband.
"Ohhhh," she sighed in a small voice, opening her eyes and looking through the screen in fear that Jack might have heard her. No, he was still wrapped in his own thoughts, methodically drinking his beer from the can while the tip of his nearly spent cigarette glowed in the black night. A car hurtling down the road bound for Charleston momentarily lit up the large front yard of the farm, startling Shari and making her back away from the partially opened door. It had been eight months since her parents had been killed in that spectacular air crash in Tenerife, leaving her with a large farm to manage and no brothers or sisters to help her. Fortunately there was her Uncle Paul and his son Jack who lived in Raleigh who offered to help out. She was a girl of seventeen just out of high school with no experience in the world. She couldn't possibly manage the sprawling farm her father had created from next to nothing.
And yet in spite of the problems facing her in the days ahead, this evening Shari could only think of how her titties and cunt were twitching and tightening as if some strange new force had taken control of her. Jack had come before his father to help Shari manage the farm while his father finished up some business in Raleigh. The young blonde teenager watched him carefully from the minute he arrived, much more carefully than she'd watched any man before. His broad tanned face, the way patches of black hair peeked over the top of his sweat-stained white t-shirts, and the way his Levi's were stretched tightly over his muscular frame excited Shari in a way that would have made her Baptist parents shrink away in horror.
But they were gone now. Their young, virgin daughter who had refused dates in high school and had never let a boy kiss her on the lips was faced with natural forces she could barely understand.
"You gonna stare at me like that all night?" Jack suddenly asked, his face still turned toward the empty dark road.
Shari felt embarrassment burn through her soul. He'd known she was there all along! The young girl wanted to run through the living room, up the stairs and into her room and lock the door. God only knows what kind of girl Jack might be thinking she was, and yet something inside her made Shari stay rooted to the spot.
"It's so hot outside," the girl said in a voice lower than nornal. "I thought it might be cooler here than upstairs."
"Come on out. I won't bite," Jack said, propping himself on one elbow and peering over his broad shoulder. Shari sucked in a deep breath and pushed open the door. Jack flipped his cigarette in a broad arc onto the dew-wet lawn. It hissed out against the wet grass as Shari sat down on the other end of the wooden steps, wrapping her arms around her bare knees and resting her chin on one shoulder. She was afraid to look at Jack, afraid that he might get the "wrong idea."
"My dad's comin' in a couple of days," he said. "That'll be good for me. College starts up pretty soon. Need the time to study up."
"You're lucky," Shari said, glad the topic was general. "I don't think I'll be able to go to college-at least for a while."
"Why? Your grades in school were good, weren't they?" Jack asked, taking a last swig of beer, then crushing the aluminum can in his right hand and flipping it carelessly into the bushes surrounding the house.
Shari wished he would be neater, but that was the way with all men. The thought sent shivers up and down her spine, making the hot tight itch deep in her cunt a pulsing ache.
"Oh, sure, but I mean the farm-even with your father here I've got to be around at least for a while to help him find whatever he needs. Maybe next year I can go to the school you're at," Shari said brightening. She never had a brother. Maybe Jack could be like her brother.
"I guess what happened in the Canaries-I mean about the crash, sort of changed your plans," Jack said hesitantly, looking at Shari sympathetically.
The young blonde felt the weight of her sorrow press down once more. She made the sound of a wounded animal.
"Hey, I'm sorry," Jack said, sliding over and wrapping his arms around Shari's shoulders. The blonde teenager sank heavily against him, resting her chin against his shoulder.
Then something happened that wasn't related to sympathy at all. Jack's hands began to move soothing over her back, rubbing their way over unfamiliar territory. That movement was exciting Shari the way she'd never been excited before. His fingers moved over the bare smooth flesh around her halter top, then started working purposefully under the broad buckle holding the halves of her bra-top together. Shari slid her ass a few inches away from Jack, still letting him stroke her back gently. When she felt him trying to unsnap the top of her shorts, the young girl felt a stab of terror and stood up suddenly.
"My mother was right. You men are all alike-wanting only one thing, and not caring how you get it," she said almost tearfully. She was alone with a man, her parents dead, and no one was around to protect her. Jack could do anything he wanted with her and she would have to submit. The helplessness of her situation suddenly struck Shari. Where could she run for help?
"I won't try anything you don't want to do. I'm sorry," Jack said, standing up slowly and spreading his big arms out in a gesture of honesty. "I just wanted to show you what to expect on a date."
"There won't be many of those for a while," Shari said, ashamed to admit she had never really been on a date-especially the kind she was sure Jack was talking about.
Taking advantage of her trust Jack moved up to Shari and put his arms around her again. The blonde girl liked the way his iron muscles felt tightening around her. And strange, delightful things were beginning to happen to her. She could swear her titties were growing. She could feel their stiff dark red tips push against her brassiere. Her tits began to hurt. She wished her halter was off. Her titties were getting hot and sticky. Shari could feel her cousin's chest rising and falling with his increasingly deep breathing. That tingling, pulsing sensation between her legs was getting worse. It was like having a drop of sweat trickle its way through the furry coating over her tight cunt.
Jack slid his hands down the small of her back slowly, rocking back and forth and pushing the bulge between his legs against the hot tight spot of his cousin's crotch. This time around Shari didn't pull away from Jack. She felt herself melt into him, dissolving slowly into her sexuality although the girl couldn't have explained it exactly in words. For the first time in months she felt warm and protected.
Jack pulled her tighter against him and gave a little hunch to his hips. Shari didn't pull away. He squeezed her ass-cheeks slowly down, pressing his fingers against the resilient flesh and working her ass globes as if they were two hunks of white dough.
Shari didn't want him to stop. Having her ass squeezed felt good-shamefully good. It was something she would have never thought of a few days ago. But now alone on the front porch at night, it seemed almost the most natural thing in the world to do.
"Maybe we should stop," Shari said in short, quick pants. They were still outside. Even though the neighbors were too far away to see anything, a passing car still might pick them up in its headlights. What would she look like?
"Oh no, no," Jack moaned, nestling his chin in the small of her neck and breathing heavily against her flesh. Shari tilted her head back. Her knees trembled as if they were about to give way. The fat lips of her tight young cunt were aching to be rubbed.
Her hands tightened around her cousin's neck instinctively. She felt Him hunch into her harder and harder. For one minute Shari felt as if she wanted to wrap her legs around Jack's big thighs and drive her dampening cunt hard against the torpedo-shaped bulge growing between his legs.
Then thoughts of her parents and what they would say if they could see her suddenly shot into her mind.
"No, it's wrong!" Shari cried, dropping her hands from Jack's neck and pushing herself away.
"Hey, Shari, you can't turn on a guy, then push him away," Jack said angrily as his cousin turned quickly and ran back into the house.
Shari stood in the middle of the living room while the screen door banged noisily against the frame. She cupped her face in her hands and fought back the sobs rising in her throat. What was she supposed to do? Her religious training told her one thing, but her body told her something else quite different.
"I'm not going to be brushed away that easily, Shari," the girl suddenly heard her cousin say behind her. The girl dropped her hands from her face and spun around. Jack had come in after her and was standing in front of the door. His large body blocked out the faint light from the moon that sifted into the living room. She couldn't see his face. But Shari could tell he was angry, sexually aroused to the point of rape, and bent on having her whether she wanted him or not.
"Oh please, no, don't," she begged, crouching down and folding her hands prayerfully in front of her. The girl backed away from him as he started slowly for her. When Shari felt the front of the large sofa against the back of her knees she let out a frightened sob. There was nowhere else to run. She was trapped! The blackness of the room seemed to be smothering her. Sweat trickled down her face while her heart beat so quickly Shari thought it would tear through her rib cage.
"No need for you to get scared, Shari. I'm not gonna hurt you," Jack said. He reached through the darkness and touched her chin. The girl recoiled, stumbling backward and falling flat onto the couch. "If you wanna fight, that's okay too," Jack said in frustration.
Shari cried out again, curling her fingers into claws and lashing out at Jack.
But the big man was too quick for her. He held her wrists tightly in his hands, pinning them to the couch cushions while he lowered his face to hers.
Shari could smell the beer on his breath while he started nuzzling her neck. His hot breath blew through the curling hairs at the base of her neck. Shari felt her ear grow hot and tickle. Jack's breath and his half-spoken words of lust were working their way into her soul, making the girl shiver with a lust she thought only whores and sluts had. The girl quivered like a tightly strung bow when she felt Jack's iron-hard cock brush against the unplowed mound between her legs.
Bending his head forward Jack caught Shari's lips with his own. He pressed forward until they were kissed long and deep. The young blonde's mind spun around and around. No one had ever kissed her like that. Her cousin was trying to force his tongue down into her mouth. No, that was something only bad girls did.
Shari struggled against the hot, wet slippery tongue trying to get into her mouth. But Jack's strength was too much for her, and she really wanted to try out this new way of kissing. Slowly she opened her mouth under his pressure. When the thick rough tongue lashed into her mouth, Shari discovered something odd. Her cunt spasmed-a delightful tight, itchy, achy spasm. And then Jack slid his hands under her ass, moving his fingers under the leg bands of her panties and over the naked skin. Every time he squeezed Shari's tight ass, the valley running between her legs pulled further open. Before she could fight back, he managed to work two fingers into the silky flesh between her ass and cunny. Shari began to moan low and deep. She snapped her legs together, then let them sag apart. A hot, sweet juice seeped out of her pussy, dripping like a frothy foam until her panties were wet with it.
While their hot, spit-filled mouths sucked and gurgled together, Shari could feel Jack's weight trying to sink into the soft, slippery lips of her cunt. Material from her shorts and his Levi's still prevented anything froiri really happening. There was still time to prevent the actual contact of his cock and her pussy. But Shari realized that would have to come from someone other than her.
Shari wondered how it would feel to have the big cock pressing against Jack's fly pressing against the slippery hot sides of her twat. Thinking about it made her want it. Through the red fog settling over her mind Shari could hear new voices inside her encouraging the young girl to go with Jack and let him do what he pleased with her.
"How do you feel, babe?" Jack asked. His voice was low and thick. His hands dug deeply into her flesh while his body crawled over hers.
"Funny, I don't know what's happening to me," she panted.
Then Shari felt his tongue slide back down her throat. His mouth ate' hers again, and the red, blinding fog overpowered her resistance once again. Jack's weight pushed her into the soft cushions. Shari couldn't move to free herself even if she wanted to. At this point the girl could think of nothing else except that rock-hard body over hers, pressing down on her, supported on the points of her tits while the cock straining to get out of Jack's Levi's jabbed into her belly and thighs. She couldn't stop herself from opening her mouth wide and sucking her cousin's tongue deeper inside. Her legs sagged further apart while Jack settled between them.
"Still feeling funny?" he asked, tearing his mouth from hers.
"Oh yes," she panted.
"Good, good," Jack answered, smiling as he eased up off the girl, crossing his arms and pulling his sweat-dampened t-shirt over his head and throwing it in the far corner. Shari held her breath when she saw him fumbling with the buckle of his belt. Her initiation into womanhood had begun.
CHAPTER TWO
Shari's pulse quickened. Her tight cunt lips were swelling, folding over one another, filling up with blood and puffing out while oily pussy juice bubbled out from her long, jagged cuntal crack. The air in her lungs seemed to burn while her ass bounced across the soft sofa cushions. Jack had pushed her legs up and apart, her knees nearly touched her chest while his fingers worked greedily over her pussylips.
Shari groaned, rolling her head from side to side as her cuntal itch grew worse and worse. Shari pushed out one leg in spite of Jack's insistence, pointing her toes, then fanning them out. The excruciating tickle was getting worse. She built steadily toward an orgasm and her clothes were still on! Her mind was overloaded with the lusty touch of her cousin.
"Say it, baby. Say you want my cock. Say you want it so bad you could shit!" Jack said in a thick, demanding voice.
Shari felt the cruel words burn into her. Opening her eyes she stared heavy-lidded at the big man riding on top of her.
"No, I can't. No," she protested.
She felt so heavy. It was almost impossible to say anything.
"Go on," Jack insisted, moving his fingers up and down the outer folds of her cunt lips, milking the slippery edges together and working out more of her thick foam.
It was so hot and wet down there! she thought. He was asking her to say that filthy word!
"Want ... cock. Cock ... want," Shari moaned out, closing her eyes and turning her face to the back of the couch. She moaned low and long as Jack's long forefinger pierced into her cunt and wriggled around the virginal pink flesh. Shari felt her ass push up to the beautiful squeezing sensation between her legs.
She was spread open, moaning under her breath. Her body was on fire, burning with a hot lava pouring from the steaming crack between her legs.
Then the girl felt Jack's strong fingers move purposefully under her. They slipped around the elastic bands of her panties. He was going to try to strip her. No, that was her last defense. If her clothes were gone...
Jack insisted. There was an experimental tug. Shari pushed her ass deep into the sofa cushion to keep her shorts and panties on. Then she felt her cousin's finger curl into a fist, then pull down quickly. There was a long ripping sound as the material gave way under the pressure. Shari could feel the thick air of the living room press against her naked thighs now. In a second her cunt was naked, laid bare to any attack Jack wanted to make. With another move he pulled the remains of her panties and shorts off her legs and dropped them to the floor.
"Good, hot, wet pussy," he said, pressing his mouth against the teenager's right ear and running his tongue along the edge. "Good and sweet and all for me," he said greedily.
"Oh, oh, oh," Shari groaned. Her hands slid around Jack's thick neck once again, pulling his mouth tightly against hers. This time Shari wanted his tongue in her mouth. Their tongues lashed across one another as spit bubbled out of their mouths and ran down her chin.
At the same time, Jack moved his right hand from under the girl's flattened ass, up her side to her halter. Shari pushed her head up, driving her tongue hard into Jack's mouth while she felt his fingers scrape her titties. He searched for the clasp, wanting to tear the last piece of clothing and respectability from her.
There was more fumbling, then Shari felt the tight halter loosen and slip away from her rising and falling chest. Quickly, her titties were freed. They looked like two perfectly rounded mounds.
Jack pulled his head up for a moment and looked with wide eyes at the large titties.
"You don't know how many times I've watched you running around with those big jugs jigglin' around. I thought they'd be something like this. I'm not disappointed."
"Ohhhh," Shari cried. Jack moved his mouth to the right nipple. He engulfed it with his lips, biting down teasingly with his front teeth while he flicked his tongue around and around the hard, sensitive flesh. At the same time he moved his other hand up her long wet cuntal crack, tickling the soft wet flesh with his fingertips, edging his way up to the girl's clitty.
When the young man reached Shari's unsheathed sex spindle, he began to toy with the small shaft, pushing it down, then rolling it from finger to finger as if it were a small, hot hard pea.
Shari ripped her mouth away and jerked up and down on the couch as if she were a speared fish. She thought she would piss from the excitement. A string of drool ran from one corner of her mouth while her eyelids fluttered open with excitement. He was washing her titties with more spittle, bathing the tense sore tips until they throbbed with pleasure. One wonderful sensation followed another. Still he hadn't worked his Levi's loose.
The feel of Jack's hot, hairy chest sliding over her smooth belly and titties was unspeakably wonderful. But what would his cock feel like pushing up through the thick blonde bush covering her cunt? Images of something long, thick and hot peeling back her outer labia and forcing itself into her hot hole flashed around and around in Shari's mind.
As if he could read her mind, Jack moved his hand down from her titties and opened the zipper keeping his cock from her cunt. There was more fumbling. And finally the girl felt something incredibly hot brush against her right inner thigh. It was his cock!
Instinctively the young girl knew it. She sucked in a deep breath and thought she would faint from excitement.
"Feel it, baby, rub it up and down for me," he said, trapping her right hand in his and forcing it down between them.
"Ohhh!" she groaned again. Shari could feel the fleshy thick cockhead as it throbbed against the back of her hand. She tried to move her wrist away but Jack still held onto her, groaning every time he moved her hand against his prick.
His cock seemed hot to the girl. She thought it would burn her flesh, and its length frightened her. She used to hear girls talk about the captain of the football team and how he nearly split a couple of them in two with his eight-incher. Donkey Dan they used to call him. But this-Jack's dick was at least two inches bigger than what the girls claimed Dan's was. And so, so thick! How would it ever fit inside her small, narrow cunt?
Shari shuddered. She grit her teeth together and tried to pull one last time away from her cousin. It was impossible.
In a moment he had peeled off his Levi's and was back on top of her. They were both completely naked now. Shari could feel his hairy, thick legs push against hers. He forced her apart and she gripped his cock and pushed the spongy head down toward her pussy.
Whatever would happen to her with that cunt-splitting monster, she wanted it done and over with.
"Fuck me, fuck me," the girl moaned. She had heard other girls use that word and knew what it meant. Shari had never dreamed then she'd be using it for herself and with her own cousin in her dead parents' home!
"Oh baby, when I get through with you, you won't be able to piss for a week," Jack said between his clenched teeth. He dove back down to her titties, squeezing one with both hands so tightly the young blonde thought he would rip it off. He sucked hard on the nipple, nearly drawing milk while his tongue lashed over and over the hard flesh.
At the same time his cock moved back and forth along the narrow crease separating her right thigh from her torso. It slid on its own grease of pre-cum oozing from Jack's piss-slit. Shari shuddered when she felt his hot, hanging nuts drag across her cuntal slit. She opened her legs further, nestling Jack's hot body between her thighs as if they were a saddle.
"Gonna open you up a bit," he said.
Shari didn't understand what he meant. She waited for the first painful thrust of his cock up her twat. It was something her mother and other women had told her about in whispers. But instead of that, the young teenager felt Jack slide down her belly, still fingering her titties but distinctly dropping lower and lower on the couch.
The girl waited tensely, panting harder and harder as Jack's tongue lapped at her belly flesh. He dug into her sunken navel with the tip of his tongue, sucking at the tiny hole, then he moved down further and further. She felt his thumbs press on the flesh just to the sides of her outer labia, forcing the crack open. She could feel his hot breath blowing into her cunt hole. He was going to eat her out, something Shari heard of men doing, but only with whores.
"Ohh, unnghh!" the girl moaned, twisting her body around like a snake. Shari exploded when she felt her cousin's nose push into her clitty. His tongue scraped around the narrow, tender hot passage lapping up her cunt juice. His teeth began gnawing at her cunt lips until they were practically raw from contact. And still the girl was silently begging for more!
While Jack worked her over, he pulled her legs apart with his hands until she was spread wide open for him. His fingers held her open while his thumbs worked over her tight little ass-hole. He was all over her!
The young girl couldn't believe one man was turning her into a sex machine, making her beg for things she had barely heard of.
"No, NO!" Shari begged when she felt his thumb pushing into her shitter. But Jack kept on driving it home, making her squeeze her buttocks together and lift them off the couch. While Shari gasped and twisted under him he pushed the tip of his thumb further up her ass. Her muscles grabbed it, squeezing tightly shut. At the same time Shari's cuntal muscles snapped shut on his tongue, trapping it deep inside her. Jack moved his head around to the right, licking and snarling like a rabid dog while he ate her. When she started to hunch rhythmically he pulled away.
"You need a good long fuck and don't even know it," he said.
"Oh, oh, oh," was all Shari could reply.
There was no more shame, no more reluctance on her part. All she could think of was the pulsing ache growing worse and worse, and that fat cock only inches away. She knew only that could satisfy it.
Jack slid back up her belly, bracing himself on his knees while he pushed his hands against Shari's armpits. The girl felt his cock drag against her ass-cheeks, then slide up to the center of her stretched open crack. As Jack moved forward, his fat cock swayed drunkenly from side to side from the force of his movements. Shari's legs moved apart, forcing her cunt lips to unstick. Poised over the girl a second, Jack looked down at her with a glare that bored into her skull. He took in the helpless yet animal-hungry look on her face. Her large titties resting like mounds of jello on her heaving chest looked delicious. And then pushing forward with his hairy ass, he worked his thick cockhead inside the girl.
Shari closed her eyes and moaned, licking her dry lips with her tongue. It all felt so incredibly good. The thick, rope-like veins bumped against her clitty as Jack's cock drove into her snatch, making her tiny sex organ throb like a festered wound. Shari raised her hands and squeezed her cousin's shoulders, pressing him close to her while she scissored her legs around his ass. She pulled him into her with the balls of her feet.
"Yes, yes, oh God, yess," Shari begged.
As the head slid in, Shari's pussylips closed over it, growing suddenly taut and trapping Jack inside for a moment. His big long cockshaft throbbed outside, bending in the middle as he worked his hips from side to side and reamed out the girl's twat.
When the big young man felt her cunt relax again he moved forward, shoving inch after inch into her pussy, feeding his dickmeat slowly but steadily into her.
Shari moaned incoherently now, unable to say an intelligible word. Jack twisted his body around so she could feel his cock working inside her. The spongy head reamed out her tight little fuck tunnel, stretching the virginal membranes. His cockshaft disappeared inch by thick inch.
"Ohhhh," Shari moaned as she felt her pussy yawn wide open to take that massive dick. She felt the pressure in her cunt as Jack shoved in deeper. There were three inches of cock inside her and eight outside waiting to go in!.
Her cousin moved his hands over and started working over her titties once more, flicking the tips of his thumbs over the hard red nipples until they were raw from the scraping.
"Take it all, baby," Jack said, settling down on her body and jerking his thighs forward forcibly.
Shari gasped as a sudden rush of cockmeat filled her up completely. Jack cried out at the same time. He felt his cock run into something soft yet firm. He wasn't at the bottom of her cunt yet. He still had at least half his dickshaft to go. He pushed forward and down again, closing his eyes and grunting with effort. The membrane held firm.
"NOOOO!" Shari cried. She could feel pain as Jack's dick tried to rip through her cherry.
"Goddamn it, keep still," Jack said knowing there was no other way than to rip right through it. It was like trying to get used to cold water in the ocean gradually. It was better to jump right in.
Without another word Jack bore down on her like a piston. With one swift stab his blood-engorged cock ripped through and jabbed down to the bottom of Shari's snatch.
The girl cried out and nearly fainted from pain. It was as if someone had taken a sword and plunged it swiftly into her lower belly. Her eyelids fluttered open while her lips pulled tightly back in a death-like grin. Would he still keep fucking her in spite of the obvious agony she was enduring?
"Baby, I had to do it this way," Jack said, nuzzling her neck. His body ground down into hers. He lay on her titties, his breath coming in gasps as sweat poured off his hairy chest.
"Hurt ... hurt," Shari groaned.
"Get used to it, baby," Jack said, moving his hips a little and letting his cock rub the sore spot.
At first Shari stiffened, feeling the pain of a hard cock rubbing against a sore spot. Slowly the fire that had burned so hotly in her before began to burn again. The throbbing hardness of Jack's cock sent hot flashes through her cunt. In minutes the agonizing pain that had nearly sent her spinning into unconsciousness was gone.
Then he was fucking her again.
Shari moaned, her legs spreading wide apart once more so his cock could get deeper inside her. She could feel the pushing dick gliding into her, burning it like a hot piece of iron going through a tub of lard. He crammed every inch into her cunt. He lay on top of her body, feeling her cunt grab around his cock. His dickhead throbbed far up into her cunt.
"Ohhhh!" Shari groaned when she felt his dick rub again against her clit. Jack slammed down harder and harder. His breath grew shallow and uneven while his weight shook her. She grunted with the force of his shoves. Her pussy was being stretched wide open by his strokes. His dick ballooned wider and wider, stretching her until Shari thought she was going to break apart.
"Cut loose, baby, cum, 'cause I am," Jack warned.
The words burned into her. Her body tightened up. She was getting ready for the big shot, the end of her innocence!
"Fuck it out, babe!" Jack cried. His balls tightened up in their sacs. And then the spunk shot out like jets of lava. Shari felt something hot blasting against the walls of her cunt. Her world blown apart, exploding into millions of tiny, brilliant lights. Her pussy walls spasmed around Jack's shooting cockmeat. There was a contraction, and then another, and then a third. More and more came as she rode the stabbing cock, hunching up her thighs and swallowing the spraying prick over and over again.
"Cock, cock, cock," Shari moaned as she sank deeper and deeper into unconsciousness.
CHAPTER THREE
"So you're Blanche and Chuck's little girl, eh? Well, they sure didn't tell me you'd grown up so fast," said Uncle Paul. .
Shari stood uneasily in the bright mid-day sun, shading her eyes with both hands and trying to smile in the blazing heat. The big, well-built middle-aged man standing in front of her was grinning from ear to ear, his thick fleshy lips peeled back in a broad smile and revealing two rows of straight, strong white teeth. Shari could see herself in her uncle's tear-drop mirror-framed sunglasses. She wore the same halter top and shorts she'd worn the night she lost her virginity and swallowed her cousin's prick in her cunt. The girl wondered, for some reason, if she should have worn something less suggestive.
"It's been a long time since I've seen you Uncle Paul," Shari answered, shrugging playfully and trying to shake off the uneasy feeling she had the second Paul Bradford drove into the yard in his new brown Seville.
"Too long," Paul said in a way that made the young girl shiver. She rubbed the palms of her hands quickly over her arms, warming up the gooseilesh while her uncle went back to his car and pulled out several suitcases.
"I didn't know how long I'd be here getting things straightened out so I packed the house," he said, grinning broadly as Shari turned and led the way into the house.
"Your room's upstairs, down the hall from mine," Shari said, standing at the bottom of the stairs and pointing up the landing.
Paul said nothing, carrying the suitcases up to the landing and disappearing as he walked down the hall to his room.
Shari stayed at the foot of the stairs for several seconds. She wrinkled her forehead in thought, wondering what it was that frightened her about her uncle. He certainly was handsome enough. His face was more lined than Jack's. But there was a strength and experience there her cousin lacked.
Unlike most men his age, her uncle seemed in incredibly good physical shape. There were none of those tell-tale signs of age-baggy eyes, jowls, or an inner tube of flab around the waist. Shari realized her uncle was in better shape than many boys she knew her own age.
Then what was it? What made her shrink away from him when she hardly even knew him? Shari turned and walked slowly to the living room, sitting down on the couch where three nights ago she'd been fucked into unconsciousness. The young blonde stretched out her hand and ran her fingers slowly over the soft material of the cushion. She could still see a dark area where the cum and blood from her torn cherry had run. Scrub as she might, Shari couldn't get all the stain out.
"The towels, honey?" Paul's voice thundered out from above. Shari jumped up in surprise and fright, catching her breath before answering her uncle.
"In the cabinet just to the right of your door, Uncle Paul," the girl shouted back, settling back down on the couch and thinking over her feelings.
Her mother and father hadn't talked much about Paul Bradford. He was her father's brother, two years younger and a widower. She remembered her parents avoiding mentioning him as much as possible. Something had happened that turned her Uncle Paul into some sort of black sheep of the family. Shari remembered one moment when she overhead her mother talking to her father about Paul's narrow escape from arrest in Washington. When she came into the room they stopped immediately.
"So, you met dad?" Jack said, opening the screen door and walking jauntily into the living room. Sweat ran down his chest in rivers. He was wearing only a pair of dirty jeans, tennis shoes and a sweat band around his forehead. He had been supervising some temporary hired help in the lettuce fields at the far end of the farm for the past few days. Shari had hardly seen him and at this point the girl wasn't sure if she wanted to or not. A deep red blush of shame flushed over her face. She felt her fingers turn icy cold and begin to shake.
"He came just a few minutes ago," Shari admitted, moving her hands between her legs and hiding their nervous trembling from Jack's eyes.
She didn't want him to know his presence made her shake like that.
"You'll like him," Jack said, wiping some sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. "He's a little strange. I don't think I've really got to know him too well myself. He was always sending me off to boarding schools after mom died, but he's seemed fair and pretty kind."
Shari only lowered her eyes and stared at a spot in front of the young man. She wished he would go. She began to feel her body responding to him in a way that frightened her.
Was she slowly turning into a whore? That tight, hot itchy feeling she had three nights ago was beginning again, making her pulse quicken and her heart beat faster. Shari felt her brain growing light and dizzy.
"How are things in the fields?" the young blonde asking, desperately hoping to get rid of the feeling by changing the topic.
Jack had picked up her sexual vibrations. The young man stood in front of her, sweat dripping off his thick, tall body. He stared hotly at her. A noticeable tubular bulge grew larger and larger between his legs. Shari gasped, turning her head away and crossing her legs tightly over one another.
"How could you? With your father right over our heads? How could you?" she hissed, covering her face in shame.
"Shari, look, I'm sorry," he said. "But you do things to me no other girl has. Jesus, the way you felt a couple of nights ago..."
"You're talking about me like some piece of meat, oh God," Shari moaned, holding her shoulders and rocking back and forth on the couch. "I should've never let you touch me. Please, your father ... " Shari said when Jack laid his hand on her right shoulder.
"Okay, okay, have it your way. There's plenty of pussy in town," the young man said angrily, turning on his heel and starting to walk out the living room. The sound of his father's footsteps coming down the stairs stopped him.
"Hey son, taking care of the young lady here?" Jack's father asked, taking off his sun glasses and staring at both of them.
Shari cringed at his tone of voice. There was something wicked, even filthy about it. The girl suddenly felt as if she needed a bath. And then there were his eyes, now visible since he'd taken off his glasses. They were cold, blue, sarcastic. It was hard for her to believe he was her uncle.
He'd done nothing to justify what she felt toward him. He had come out of his way to help run the farm until she could dispose of it. Shari thought she should be grateful, but why did she want to move away from him?
Her uncle and cousin talked briefly, then stepped outside, leaving her alone in the living room. That evening Shari learned at dinner Jack was leaving for several days to check on his school.
"But you'll have plenty of company and I'll be hard to get rid of," Paul said, holding his coffee cup in front of his lips and staring meaningfully at Shari. "And then there's Max and Shadow."
Shari looked up curiously at the big man.
"You didn't see them?" Jack asked, raising his eyes in surprise.
"They were asleep in the back seat," Paul said, finishing his coffee, then laying down his napkin and getting up.
"They're our dogs," Jack explained. "Max is a German shepherd and Shadow's a Doberman. They've been with for-how long, dad?" Jack asked, turning around and looking up at his father as the older man moved behind Shari's chair and stopped for a second.
"Four years," he said, lightly touching the back of her neck as if by accident with his fingers. Shari felt her skin crawl, but she was afraid to say anything.
"Well, I'll let you kids talk for a while," Paul said. "I'm gettin' to bed. Lots to do tomorrow."
Shari waited until her uncle was well up the stairs before she said anything.
"Jack, don't go," she begged, laying her hand on his.
"Hey, that's the kind of talk I like," the young man said, moving his hand up her arm while he slid up next to her.
Shari felt her cunt and ass-hole tighten up as Jack's callused palms ran freely over her legs and thighs.
"But I've got to," he explained. "It'll only be for a couple of days. You'll be okay here with dad."
Shari couldn't tell him how she felt about his father. They weren't that close, but there was a blood bond that might be offended if she were to air her real feelings. The young blonde kept quiet for the minute, letting Jack feel her off before getting up and going to bed. Both of them agreed they'd have to find someplace else besides the house to enjoy one another as long as Jack's father was there.
The following day Shari slept late, missing Jack when he left. The sounds of loud barking awoke her. Pulling herself out of bed, Shari stumbled to the window and peered around the closed drapes. Uncle Paul was in the middle of the backyard throwing out a ball and watching the dogs fight over one another to get it. He did this several times, then suddenly looked up and stared right into her eyes. Somehow he knew she was watching him.
Shari blushed, then realized she was wearing nothing. He could see her thunderous titties dangling down from her chest. With a loud gasp of horror she backed away from the drapes, covering her tits with both hands and falling down onto the bed burning with shame.
What would he think of her now? Would he think she was inviting him up to her room?
After half an hour the girl realized she couldn't stay in bed all day. Dressing modestly, Shari wondered how she could look at her uncle after what had happened at the window.
But nothing was mentioned, even when she stepped out into the backyard and played with the dogs at her uncle's invitation. She purposely tried to not look too long at him and talked only of the business of running the farm.
Slowly, she forgot about the incident and even began to feel more easy about Paul Bradford. That evening she made dinner. She had changed into her shorts and halter because the muggy heat that settled that late afternoon over the region. Shari had just cleaned off the table while her uncle was going over some of the books.
Scraping the unfinished food into the kitchen garbage pail, she heard her uncle swear silently in the dining room, then slam one of the books shut.
"Your father was a wonderful man, but he just didn't know how to keep his figures straight," Paul said from the other room.
Shari smiled at his disgust, putting the last plate in the dishwasher and setting it for a full cycle. When she straightened up the young girl realized her uncle was standing right behind her.
"But he knew how to make a beautiful daughter," he said wickedly.
Shari felt her head reel. He must have nearly tip-toed there purposely to take her by surprise. That horror she'd felt when she first saw her Uncle Paul returned.
"I think I'd better..." she mumbled.
Shari never got to finish the sentence. Trying to step around her uncle, she felt him grab both her wrists and draw her to him.
"Please don't...," she began.
But Paul was well on the way to raping his niece. He held tightly onto her, staring into her eyes with the same hot, lustful stare Jack showed several nights before. Shari could smell his freshly washed body. There was a sharp smell of after shave lotion. He looked much younger than forty-one.
Without saying a word, Paul slid his hands up to her elbows, digging his thumbs cruelly into her flesh. Immediately Shari could see Paul's method of taking her would be far more violent than his son's.
"Don't!" the girl cried, twisting in his tight grip. But Paul held on, moving his hands around her waist then up her back and increasing his grip until Shari thought he'd break her ribs and spine.
"Little bitch," he growled, lowering his face and slathering down her neck with spittle. "I'm gonna make a fortune off that little cunt of yours. But before I do, you're gonna take care of my cock the way you took care of my son's."
"What? I didn't do anything!" Shari protested.
He rubbed her ass now, reaching up and pulling down the elastic waistband until the rounded tops of her ass-cheeks were exposed.
"I saw the way you two looked at one another at dinner," he said. "You think I'm some kind of idiot?"
The tone in his voice was almost insane. Shari turned white with terror, really frightened now and doing her best to claw free. But Paul held on more tightly, moving her back against the sink and pinning her motionless with his thick body.
"How does that feel, huh? How does that feel in your snatch?" Her uncle said as he moved his hand under her crotch. He worked the material up into her cuntal crack with his thumb and fingers. Shari nearly passed out from the pain when he grabbed her pussylips through the material and squeezed them hard. Yelping, she broke free for a second, pushing him to one side and staggering across the polished kitchen floor for the living room. She had to get out.
But Paul was too fast for her. In an instant he brought her down with a sharp blow to the side of her head. Falling half conscious to the floor, Shari moaned in despair, then blacked out.
CHAPTER FOUR
When Shari awoke she was back in her bedroom, but something was wrong. When she tried to move her hand to rub the aching spot on the side of her head the young blonde teenager realized it was tied to something. Opening her eyes she saw her wrists had been tied tightly to the two head posts of her small bed. She was lying face down, stretched apart like a dead butterfly in a botanist's display case. Her feet were tied, too, spread apart and fastened with thick, rough hemp to the wooden bedposts at the foot of her bed. The small lamp on her bed stand was on, but the rest of the room was in shadow. Shari groaned, trying to pull free. But the rough rope cut into her tender flesh.
"So, you're awake, good," she heard her uncle say behind her. Shari twisted her head around as much as she could, looking up to the place from where the voice came.
At first all she could see was a big shape at one end of the room. Then it moved closer, out of the shadows into the small ring of light thrown off by her bed light. Shari saw in an instant he was naked!
"Oh my God!" she cried.
His cock was if anything bigger than his son. His long, thick, foot-long rod stuck out like a javelin from his flat, hairy groin. Shari's eyes widened in horror as her scalp crawled. What was he going to do with that thing? Her cunt was pressed against the cool cotton top sheet of her bed.
"You've been flashin' that cunt around at the young kids," Paul said. "Now let's see how you go with some who's got some experience behind his dick."
Shari whimpered. She felt the bed sag as Paul climbed over her widely spread legs and settled between her thighs. Burying her face in the pillow, she worked her fingers against the sheet while Paul started kneading her ass.
She felt his breath in her tight asscrack. Was he going to eat out her bunghole?
The girl moaned, pulling at the rough restraints biting into her ankles. She felt her uncle's tongue start to lap at her ass-cheeks, lathering the goosefleshed skin with spittle while he worked those smooth globe-like mounds apart with his rough fingers.
Every time he pulled them apart Shari felt her outer cunt lips unstick and separate. They opened and closed, rubbing against one another until a slow hot fire built up in the throat of her cunt. Instinctively, she began to move her thighs as best she could, pushing her snatch against the cotton sheets and getting as much friction from the material as she could. The ache was growing intense. And unlike several nights before when Jack's fingers were there to take care of the pulsing itch, nothing except the smooth sheets could scratch her stiffening, unsheathing clitty.
"I knew you were a hot little bitch. I could tell in the look of your eyes," Paul said thickly.
His licking moved down to the tight little crack. Shari groaned, her body stiffened and trembled as her uncle's tongue snaked into her ass-hole. He was reaming her out, driving his tongue in and out of her bunghole while his fingers cruelly dug into her thighs.
He moved on top of her. His hands drove under her jutting hipbones, moving together until they clawed at her cunt lips. Shari cried and sobbed, twisting in her bonds as Paul found her clit shaft and pinched and rolled it. At the same time, he worked his cock deeper and deeper into her asscrack. He trenched her cunt with his fingers, peeling back the outer lips and ran his rough fingertips up and down the mouth of her pussy.
Shari thought she was going to cum in spite of the shame she felt. There was a sensation in her ass that made her think her uncle had driven a knife into her bowels.
"Aiyyyeeeee!" the girl shrieked. Every muscle in her body tensed. Paul drove the fat head of his cock into her bunghole. He stretched the stubborn tight sphincter muscle open, working his club-like cock deeper and deeper into his niece's bowels.
Shari ripped the sheet with her fingernails. Her face was red and pinched with pain. Her toes fanned out and worked desperately against the material under them. The cock drove slowly into her ass, its thick length sending an increasingly painful pulse through her ass and cunt. Her ass muscles cramped. Above her, she could hear her uncle grunting like a pig, half laughing and half struggling to work his dick completely into her bunghole.
"That's it, baby," he said. "Keep wigglin' that ass. The more you move, the more you work it in."
"Uncle Paul, how could you be doing this to me?" Shari sobbed between choked gasps.
"I don't make exceptions to my cock with my relatives," Paul gasped, nestling his chin in the valley between her shoulder blades. He worked her rubbery cunt lips together with his hands more gently now, trying to stoke up her lust while he fed the final thick inches of his cockmeat into her ass.
Shari's sobs died down. Her uncle's fingers roamed up and down her belly. He pinched her nipples and moved down to a few inches above her cunt. He teasingly caressed the flesh before moving back down to her clitty.
Shari pushed down on his fingers, fucking her pussy with his hand while Paul twisted his hairy ass around and around and reamed out her slutter with his dick. Shari's uncle pulled back, drawing his dick out until only the meaty head remained inside.
"Good, baby, good," he growled.
Shari groaned with pleasure in spite of herself when she felt her ear being sucked into his mouth. When his tongue lashed down deep into the sensitive passage, she shoved back with her ass. With another cry half mixed with pain and pleasure, the young blonde felt the stiff rod slide further up her shithole. The girl hunched forward, screwing herself on her uncle's probing fingers. She twisted her thighs around and hunched down, rubbing her insanely hot clitty shaft against his thumbnail. As she hunched back, Paul's long cock pushed further up her tight ass.
"Fuck, man," Paul grunted, working his hips back and forth, shoving until he could feel his balls pressing against the cool rounded bottoms of her ass cheeks. Shari threw back her head and yelped, then buried her face back in the pillow. Her ass was stretched apart. She was sure something was torn inside her.
Her uncle pummeled her bowels with his cock, drawing it out a few inches, then feeding it back. He repeated this action over and over again. He increased his speed. Sweat dripped from his forehead and spattered on her back. With each downward thrust Shari let out a low grunting growl. The air was squeezed from her lungs by the weight of Paul's hairy body.
His thick dick stabbed in and out of her ass-hole while Paul's fingers worked over her hot, rubbery cunt lips. She could feel the pussy juice bubble out of her hole, slicking her uncle's fingers and soaking her cunt hair and inner thighs.
The girl felt his cock throbbing in the tight grip of her ass. At the same time, she felt the throbbing waves of climax start deep in the roots of her cuntslit. Her cunt walls shook, clutched and grabbed at Paul's probing fingers.
The throbbing grew stronger, harder and more violent. She knew she was about to dum with her uncle. He was going to shoot his load in her ass, fill up her bung with his jizz. That was something she thought only homosexuals did. But here she was, tied up in her own bedroom and being fucked in the ass by her own uncle!
And in spite of the horror she should have rightly felt, Shari was torn by waves of unspeakable passion. She wanted her uncle more than anything in the world at that minute. She wanted him to fuck her again and again while she came. She wanted to be milked to orgasm by her uncle's fingers.
"Cuuummmminggg!" Shari cried into the pillow.
Paul's cum started. He shot his burning jizz through the tube of his cock. It burned into Shari's ass like burning oil. His load jetted into her ass then spilled out her stuffed shitter onto the wrinkled sheet.
Shari felt herself cumming and cumming until her pussy ached from the strain and pleasure of a multiple climax.
When she was through, Shari's body sagged limply against the bed. Paul let out a long sigh, then pushed himself up off his niece. Shari let out a shuddering gasp when her uncle yanked his soft cock from her shitter. He wiped it clean on the top sheet then rolled off the bed and stared menacingly at her.
"So you're the little innocent your father talked about in his letters," he said sarcastically, laughing under his breath while he picked up his discarded Levi's.
Shari watched silently. Big hot tears welled up in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. What would her parents have thought of her? She had been violated twice-once in the cunt, once in the ass by members of her own family! And what was worse, Shari knew she loved it! She enjoyed not only getting fucked, but also the idea of being forced into submission.
The girl silently watched her uncle flip his long cock back into his jeans and zip up. She felt she could worship that cock and those balls for eternity.
"Flip time," Paul said, reaching down and untying her hands and feet.
Shari sat up in her bed, rubbing her chaffed skin while she stared at Paul.
He held the ropes loosely in his hands. He thought something over in his mind while she sat there naked.
"No, better this way," he seemed to say to himself.
"Get back," he said, motioning for her to lie down.
Shari obeyed, wondering what he had planned for her while he tire her hands and legs once more to the bedposts.
Satisfied she was firmly bound and couldn't work free, Paul turned and walked through the door. Shari lay quietly, breathing as softly as she could while she heard Paul walk down the stairs to the living room.
She heard him outside through the opened bedroom window. He was talking to someone. Then she heard the sound of clanking chains. The young girl wondered what was going on. In a moment she knew she would find out.
She heard the front door slam shut again. She heard the sound of her uncle's feet on the stairs. Someone or something was with him, but who?
Her hair stood on end when Paul walked into the room with Shadow, the big black Doberman. pincer she had played with in the backyard earlier that day. She watched as his ears pricked forward. His nostrils quivered as he caught the scent of her pussy juice. A deep growl came from his powerful throat while his muscular sides panted in and out with excitement. The girl tried to pull her legs from the rope bonds holding her to the bed.
"Meet Shadow," he said. "Well, you've met him before, but not as your lover."
Paul bent down and stroked the back of the big dog's head with his right hand while he kept his eyes fastened on Shari.
"No! No! Horrible, horrible," Shari cried, twisting helplessly in her bed.
The darkness of the room made her uncle and the dog look more sinister than ever. They were like spirits from hell there to torture her.
"Come on, Shadow," Paul said, unsnapping the leash and snapping his fingers toward Shari. The dog twisted his head and rolled his large dark brown eyes toward Paul. Seeing his master's face and recognizing what he wanted, Shadow moved quickly to the foot of the bed, then jumped up between the blonde's spread legs.
Shari's eyes rolled open and bugged out. She held her breath, afraid to move. The big dog stood poised forward as if to attack. The same low growl she'd heard before became more intense. His dark black coat glistened with perspiration while a thin foam bubbled out over his black rubbery lips. Shari's blood froze when she saw his lips peel back and reveal a row of white, razor-sharp crisscrossed teeth. She'd read how Dobermans sometimes attack their own masters, ripping them to shred before onlookers could help. The girl was now laid open to this wild animal. She lay petrified as Shadoe examined her with those ravenous eyes.
Lowering his head, the dog pushed his cock forward. Shari'S legs dug into the mattress while she struggled with the ropes. No, no, she couldn't let this happen to her.
But it was useless. The animal growled a growl of excitement. And, in a strange way, Shari felt her cunt respond. It was the humiliation, the degradation she found exciting.
While her uncle stood in the doorway leaning against the frame, his fleshy lips twisted up into a sarcastic smile, she was tied to her bed and forced to submit to a dog!
Her brain spun around and around. And as her heels dug into the mattress and she tried to squirm away from the panting, growling Doberman, Shari felt her pussy begin to respond to the big animal the way it had responded to Jack and his father.
"This can't happen, no," Shari said out loud to herself. But the excitement was there. She felt the satiny wetness of her cunt exposed. She felt the inner surfaces of her pussy rub together while she tried worming away from the dog.
Shadow's paws were on her thighs, forcing them apart. He dropped his maw into the nest of her cunt hairs.
Shari snapped her head back, banging it hard against the headboard at his touch. His nose stuck under her hot, cunt mound. The young teenaged blonde stiffened again as she felt the dog's tongue wet her. The Doberman licked her. He whined, wiggling his big body back and forth while he stood above her on the bed.
Shari's stomach turned over. An unknown fear rose in her body. Was it fear of what the dog would do to her, or her reaction to it?
"Ohhh no ... oh my God!" she cried.
Willingly, Shari opened her pussy to the dog. She had relaxed her legs, pulled her knees up as far as she could and hunched up her thighs.
The Doberman went wild. His tongue slopped over the tender inner skin of her thigh. Each lick brought more juice from her cunt. It was a wonderful, lovely friction. Shari drew her knees as far apart as she could. He nuzzled his black nose against her swollen cunt lips. At times the girl thought she could feel his sharp teeth cut into her pussy walls. The thought of the danger she was in excited her even more. Instinctively, she drew a long, shuddering breath and squeezed her pussy tight around the Doberman's muzzle. If only she could draw it all the way in!
Paul nodded his head up and down, smirking knowingly as he watched girl and dog become more involved in one another on the bed.
CHAPTER FIVE
Shari stared heavy-eyed at the big Doberman. His black shiny coat glistened in the dim bedroom light. His hindquarters were raised high in the air and wriggled nervously back and forth while his tail wagged. The young blonde peered down at the animal's maw buried in the thick blonde bush of her cunt hair.
He ate her out, lapping her jagged pussy crack with his thick, hot wet tongue. Hie started at the bottom, slathering down her ass-cheeks with spittle. He slowly moved his tongue up, dragging it agonizingly yet excitingly up her outer cunt lips up to her clitty. She closed her eyes, ready to receive the unholy sensation of his tongue across her cunt, but the big animal moved back down to her ass-cheeks.
Shari twisted in her bonds, tilting her cuntal mound down in hopes of rubbing her sex spindle against the dog's muzzle. But he seemed to know what he was doing.
Shadow was purposely working the girl up to a wild sexual frenzy. He was heating up her cunt and stoking her coals until her pussy was a hot, sticky mess of flowing juices.
Shari's arms pulled crazily at the ropes. The tendons between her shoulders and elbows bulged out while she bucked and jerked madly on the bed. She tried to pull her legs together to rub her thighs against one another and take care of the crazy ache deep in her cunt, but the ropes around her ankles prevented her from doing so.
"Oh, oh, oh," the blonde teenager moaned. He licked the tender flesh of her inner thighs. Each lick brought spasms of lust and torrents of thick froth bubbling from out her cuntal slit. Shari couldn't believe she was acting this way-in her own parents' house. She thought she was cheapening their memory, and yet she couldn't help herself. The feeling of Shadow licking her off was incredibly exciting and lovely.
The young girl spread her knees apart as far as she could. She could feel her cunt lips unstick and peel back, giving Shadow more room to lick. The big dog lapped hungrily at her swollen rubbery labia. Each lick pushed them up and apart, ending with a quick teasing flick of her clit.
Shari's fingers worked desperately at the ropes biting into her wrists. She wanted to run her fingers through the Doberman's slick wiry hair. She wanted to feel it tickling the skin under her fingernails while she drove the head further and further into her hot, swampy cunt box.
"Want, want ... fuck ... fuck," Shari moaned over and over again. She rolled her head from side to side over the headboard of her bed. Her knees jerked up then snapped closed again when she pulled the rope restraining her feet.
"Wanna get that doggie dick between your legs, baby?" Paul asked from the door. Shari opened her eyes and looked at her uncle. His voice sounded so far away. She could only hear the pounding of her heart.
"Yes, yes," she panted. Paul still leaned against the door frame, his thick arms folded across his chest. The same sarcastic smile twisted across his lips. He didn't answer her, but a look in his eyes told the girl an animal fuck was on the way. .
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she cried.
Shadow noticed the changed tone in her voice. She sounded closer to orgasm. A thick low tremor wavered through her cries. Gently, Shadow slid his long pink tongue around her inner cunt lips, snaking across the sensitive flesh and making the blonde shudder as if an electric current were passing through her body. Then he moved up, bumping against her clitty.-
Shari shuddered again, becoming hotter and hotter with the growing fever the dog gave her. He rested his big head on her pussy, tickling her cuntal curls while he slathered her pussy with animal spittle over and over again.
"Shadow, Shadow," Shari moaned. The Doberman moved his tongue across the squishy, steamy mess between her thighs. She looked down once more and saw her cunt hair being slicked down by his lapping motions. Her thighs glistened with his spittle while her cunt lips grew more swollen and red with each passing second.
Shari threw back her head and let out a yelp of hellish delight. The words in her neck stood out while the tendons between her pussy and thighs bulged.
Seeing this, Shadow pulled his muzzle out of the girl's twat for a second and lapped at the protruding tendon of her leg, opening his mouth slightly and nipping gently at the flesh.
Shari gasped. The slight tingling pain made her cunt contract into a tight fist.
"Ohhh, NOOOOOO!" the girl shrieked, squeezing her ass-cheeks together and tossing her thighs into the air. She needed more of that lovely friction to take care of her cunt.
Oh, it was so good, so good to feel his tongue lapping over and over her clitty, but she needed something inside her. Shari's cunny, even though it had only once before stuffed with dickmeat, still demanded cock.
The young blonde tossed her head like a crazy woman now. Her long blonde hair stung her eyes as it whipped across her face and shoulders. Her legs and arms jerked wildly against the tope restraints while Shadow licked hungrily at her juicing cunt box. The hot air in the room was rank with the smell of vaporized cunt juice and was filled with Shari's cries and the dog's growls.
"Ohhh, please, please," Shari stammered, trying to draw her knees together. She clawed at her own wrists with her sharp fingernails. When Shadow pressed his cold snout against her swollen cunt and drove his tongue further down the throat of her pussy, the young blonde shrieked and threw up her snatch once more into his face.
Her ass bounced across the bed. Her toes fanned out, and the girl felt a distinct cramp in her big ass muscles. She knew she was getting close to cumming-cumming with an animal!
Oh God, how she should have burned with shame! And still the young girl panted and gasped with unholy delight at every lick Shadow gave her juicing cunt box.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Shari babbled. Her lower jaw sagged. Drool leaked out of one corner of her mouth while her eyeballs rolled up into her head. Her cumming would be agonizingly slow without a good stiff piece of dickmeat reaming out the mouth of her pussy. Her titties jiggled from the violence of her twisting by rolling together then falling apart. The girl felt them swell with excitement. Her nipples pointed out and seemed to sputter with electricity. Oh how she wanted to feel a man on top of her! How now she wanted to feel her uncle's thick, hard, hairy body pressing her into the bed, jamming his cock into her.
Shari's mind went back a few minutes before to her uncle's ass-fuck. She remembered his balls dragging over her ass, his cock slipping into the tight crack between her rounded ass-cheeks, and then the first agonizing pain as his meaty cockhead pushed its way into her tight little ass-hole. There was that fire in her cunt and shitter that was put out by her uncle's fingers, and his spunk-spraying cock.
"Ohhhhh!" the girl cried again. Her memories made her hotter. Shari felt her pussy blooming under the dog's lapping. Then she realized Paul had loosened the ripes around her ankles, enabling her to push her knees further apart.
This she did, spreading her thighs and peeling back every little fold of her cunt. She wanted the animal to lap at every part of her pussy, making her jet off into a cum that would burn out her brain with ecstasy.
"Faster, oh God, yes, yes, yessss," she hissed as she felt the Doberman's ticklish coat with the sides of her legs. She moved forward and up, driving her unsheathed clitty against the Doberman's snout. Hunching off the bed as much as she could, Shari worked her ass around in frantic, jerky circles. She cried incoherently through her parted lips while her nostrils flared with excitement. She never would have believed that making it with a dog could feel so good. Even with only his tongue reaming out her fuck-hole, Shadow gave to her what a man should give her.
Then the final orgasmic series of contractions began. Shari could feel them begin deep in the pit of her cunt. It started as a tight little ball, rolling and expanding every minute as Shadow's licking became more intense.
Sensing the blonde. teenager's urgency, the Doberman concentrated on her clitty shaft. He whined and whimpered, twisting his head around and slobbering his tongue against the small but hard little shaft.
Shari cried, snapping her legs together, letting them sag apart, then snapping them together once more. She twisted around and around, trapping the growling dog's head between her legs and trying to draw his head further into her cunt with knee action. Her titties bounced and rolled while her head snapped back and forth She looked as if she was being whipped as her orgasm finally rose and crashed down on the young girl.
"AIYEEEEE!" Shari shouted.
Her eyelids fluttered open when the first big spasm hit her cunt like a punching fist. Shadow whimpered, lapping up the flowing juices as another and another contraction ripped through Shari's cunt. Her face became white as the big orgasm rolled over her like a tidal wave, leaving her exhausted and limp when it finally subsided.
"Very good, Shari, very good," Paul said, clapping slowly and rhythmically.
The young girl rolled up her eyes and stared dully at her uncle. What could she do? She had been tied up and forced to submit to an animal's lusts. The young girl knew she didn't have to enjoy it as much as she did. Shari realized she must have put on quite a show for her uncle.
"Oh God," the girl moaned, twisting her head away from his stare and letting her head hang down. Waves of shame and horror swept over her now. A dog, a dog had done-THIS to her! It was too horrible to imagine. She'd heard of this sort of thing happening before. But that was in Mexico or Spain where women were so poor they'd do anything to feed their families. But she, Shari had enjoyed it simply because it felt good. What kind of pervert was she turning into?
"You're gonna be a star, baby," Paul said, pushing himself away from the doorframe and swaggering to the bed. Shadow was still resting between the girl's legs, lapping his paws. Paul moved up next to the bed. Shadow turned his head around and lowered his jaw. Shari saw his pink tongue, the wonderful pink tongue that had done so many beautiful things with her pussy, hang out. Small fragments of her blonde cunt hair still stuck to the corners of his black lips. Paul reached down and patted the big dog on the head.
"Let me go, let me go right now," Shari begged.
Her big eyes filled with tears that rolled down her flushed cheeks. She felt a horror and a sorrow build up in her. Right now all she wanted to do was to creep into a corner and curl up. The entire world seemed to be standing around and pointing an accusing finger at her.
"Not just yet," Paul said, fingering the bulge between his legs.
"Oh no, no, not again!" Shari cried when she saw what he was doing.
Paul laughed.
"No, I'm not gonna fuck you," he said. "At least I won't do that until you get cleaned up.
"Just wait a second," he said, turning around and walking out the bedroom. "Take good care of her, Shadow, while I'm gone."
Shari lay quietly in bed, thinking over what had just happened. She felt sick to her stomach and wanted to throw up. But the dog was there, and the futility of doing anything like that convinced her that the best thing to do was simply sit and wait for her uncle to return. Whatever he did to her, sooner or later he would let her go, then she would run away. She'd find Jack and tell him what his father had done to her. But would he believe her?
Shari's mind thought about this for half an hour before she felt a pleasant drowsiness creep over her. Sleep, blessed sleep finally came and transported her temporarily from the horrors of her uncle.
The sound of metallic clanking brought the girl to consciousness again.
"What are you doing?" she asked sleepily, blinking her eyes and trying to focus on what was happening in front of her.
"I told you, you were going to be a star," he said. "Well, you are, although you won't be starring with Robert Redford."
He snickered as he finished setting up.
Shari saw what had happened. Paul had set up a mini studio. There were two portable lights, a camera and a light meter. He must have brought them with him in the trunk of his big Seville.
"Please, no, don't," Shari begged. Her face would be in every porno house in the country! The thought horrified her. There'd be no place to hide. The few friends she had would run away rather than be associated with her. She'd be the scorn and laughing stock of the country.
"How did you think I made my money, oil?" Paul said. "Baby, I go around the country with this little outfit and make myself a bundle. You just fell like a little piece of good luck into my lap," Paul said, finishing with the adjustment of the lights.
He flicked on a master switch, and suddenly the dark bedroom was flooded with a blinding white light.
Shari twisted her face away and closed her eyes. The big dog growled, then settled back into his resting position. He had been through this before.
"Come on, boy, come on," Paul urged.
Shari felt the dog at her feet. She felt his cold snout press against her inner thighs. Then the licking began. Slowly, he started to grow more intense and growl louder and lower.
This time Shari couldn't feel anything but horror and degradation. The sound of the movie camera whirring only a few feet in front of her burned into her brain. It was the sound of her ultimate humiliation and destruction. How could her own flesh and blood be doing something like this to her?
"OHHHHH!" the young blonde girl moaned. Involuntarily, she felt her body responding to the wet, warm licking friction against her pussy. But it did comfort and excite her at the same time.
Shari rocked her body slowly from side to side. She bit her lower lip until she tasted blood. She would keep her face hidden from the camera at least.
CHAPTER SIX
Shari tossed on the bed as before. Her cunt ran with the thick juices while Shadow's tongue snaked up and down her wet crack. Paul moved the camera around, focusing on the girl's twisting body from various angles. Shari was aware of the camera and tried to keep her face hidden. However, the idea that someone was photographing her in this unspeakable act excited her to the core of her soul.
Just when she was about to cum again, Paul stopped shooting, and set the camera down and pulled Shadow away from the girl's wet, sopped-down cunt.
Shari looked at him questioningly, her face a mask of twisted animal sex-hunger.
"Oh baby, you're gonna be hot for this," Paul said, reaching down and unfastening the ropes that had chewed into her flesh and drawn blood. Shari watched quietly while her uncle then moved to her wrists and unfastened her arms. Now was the time for her to escape, but the girl was too ravaged by her perverse sexual desires to do anything but obey her uncle and do anything he wanted.
"Oh, God, God," the girl moaned. Every movement seemed painful to her aroused body.
"Just roll over," Paul said, moving his hands under her ass, pinching the hot, resilient flesh and helping her around.
Shari did as she was told, getting into a crouching-bitch position with her ass facing the camera. Shadow sat patiently on the edge of the bed, his long tongue hung out the side of his mouth while the girl's ass wagged in his face. Shari leaned forward, pressing her forehead against the headboard. She felt her titties hang down, pulling at her chest. Her nipples brushed against the cool cotton sheets. In a flash the girl remembered how she'd changed the sheets that morning, humming to herself happily as she drew the slipcover over them. She would have never guessed they would be witness to a horror like this.
She heard her uncle moving around behind her, picking up the camera and starting it once more. He told her to wag her ass back and forth. Sobbing and feeling her face burn with shame, Shari did as she was told.
Shadow got up from his sitting position and moved up behind her. She felt his breath against her ass. He sniffed a few times at her slicked down cunt hair that poked from under her crotch and pointed toward her tight ass-hole.
Then the final act began. Rearing back, the big Doberman leaped up and settled quickly on Shari's back. The girl cried out in surprise and fear. Her knees and elbows bent from the sudden weight. She could feel something hot and hard rub against her right inner thigh. That, she knew, had to be Shadow's dog cock. Soon it would be in her pussy, reaming her out, spilling its spunk into her cunt. Oh God, how she wanted to throw herself out the window and end it all!
"That's it, boy, fuck her, stick her good with your cock," Paul encouraged excitedly. He moved up with the camera, focusing the lens on Shari's red, puffy cunt lips.
Shari moaned. The dog's sharp toenails cut into the flesh just behind her hanging titties. His head flattened in the sagging valley between her shoulder blades while his haunches moved jerkily behind her.
He tried to position himself for the initial fucking entry. He made several jabs, thrusting his bony, knobby dick into the air. Saliva drooled out of his mouth, oozing onto the back of Shari's bent neck.
She let out a cry, hanging her head and sobbing wildly. She clawed at the sheets, tearing them with her fingernails. If it only would get on with it and end!
Shadow made a few more tentative jabs, then pulled back and squatted down further. Shari could feel his cock edge up to her long, wet cuntal slash. She felt her heart contract and shoot up to her throat as the pointed red cocktip snaked through her cunt hair, then moved into position for a fuck. Shadow growled and twisted his head to the tight and stared off into space as his ass-cheeks squeezed together and drove his doggie dick into Shari like a steam-driven spike.
"AHHHHH!" the blonde cried. Her body stiffened, then trembled mightily. Shari's eyes bulged out and her head snapped up and then rolled from side to side.
She was being fucked by a dog. Her cunt was actually pierced by this animal's cock! She shook her head back and forth, feeling a burning shock sear her mind and soul. No, this couldn't be happening to her, her daddy's girl, her mother's sweet daughter. But the inexorable pushing of Shadow's thick doggie cock up her cunt told her differently.
"Back into it, baby, that's it," Paul coaxed, moving around to the head of the bed and taking several shots of Shari's twisted, confused face.
"Please stop it, it hurts!" the girl cried. But she lied. Shari felt nothing at first except the horror and shame of being fucked by a dog. Shadow's warm, heavy body pressed down on her like a ticklish weight while his rubbery, hot and bumpy dog cock had peeled back her cunt lips and stabbed down into the throat of her snatch.
But now Shari found herself oddly responding to the big dog's fucking. The Doberman whined and whimpered, pulling his cock out, then driving it home again. Shari bucked instinctively, moving her ass from side to side slowly. She felt Shadow hugging her tighter, his ass rising and falling more rapidly while his cock reamed out her snatch.
"Oh, oh, oh," Shari grunted with each powerful downward thrust. There was something strangely exciting about being almost annihilated by the big animal's powerful fuck pounding. The girl cried and sobbed, trying not to show any excitement in her face, and yet powerless to help herself.
"He's gonna shoot pretty soon, baby. Get ready," Paul taunted.
Shari sucked in a ragged breath. Her cunt was fired up like a blast furnace. She couldn't believe she was acting like a whore and fucking this wildly with a dog. And yet it seemed the most natural thing in the world.
Shadow's fucking was frenzied now. His face twisted from side to side. His big dark brown eyes glazed over and rolled around his head. His sides moved in and out as his breathing became irregular snorts. The bumps on his funnel-shaped doggie dick tickled as it ran over and over the wet smooth edges of Shari's cunt lips. She squatted down more, letting those knobs rub against her clitty shaft.
"God, oh fuckin' God," the girl blurted out. She was beyond anything and anyone now. Her body matched the big Doberman's fucking strokes, hammering her cunt hard against his groin. Shari felt his small balls slapping against the rounded bottoms of her ass-cheeks.
Then Shadow's throaty growls turned into high-pitched whimpers, Shari knew he was cumming. She could feel his dick ballooning in her cunt, pushing against the slick sides of her twat. The Doberman's body shook for a second, then pressed even harder against her. Shari sucked in another deep breath, then almost fell on her face as she felt her orgasm rise and crash over her twat as before.
Woman and dog came together, their cum mingling into one another. Howls from the young girl mixed with yelps from the Doberman, ringing off the walls until Paul thought he would go deaf from the hellish racket. Doggie spunk shot out of Shadow's pussy-surrounded prong, spraying the sides of Shari's contracting snatch. The young girl sucked it in as much as she could, feeling her cunt swell up with the jizz quickly. More cum still blew out of Shadow's long, thick boner, oozing out from between Shari's stretched cunt lips and trickling down her inner thighs to her knees.
The blonde teenager didn't know how long she and the Doberman remained locked together in their unholy embrace. Suddenly the warm weight that had caressed her was gone. Shari collapsed on her belly, covering her face with her arms and feeling the sobs she had restrained before rise up and overpower her.
"Hey, that was good, baby," he said. "You don't know how much I've had to pay broads to act like that. And you do it free."
He shut off the big lights and rolled them into the far corner. Shadow trotted out of the bedroom and went downstairs for some food Paul had left for him in the kitchen earlier.
"Oh why, why?" the girl cried into her pillow, curling her slender fingers into two tight fists and pounding her mattress futilely. She was trapped into something so sick and vile it sickened her to think of it. And yet what could she do?
"Watchin' you and ol' Shadow there made me pretty hot," Paul said. You ever suck cock, Shari?"
The words bit into her like a set of shark's jaws. It was the only thing she hadn't done yet.
"Haven't you done enough to me?" the girl sobbed.
Paul said nothing more. He reached down and pulled her back onto her ass. At the same time he reached down and unzipped his Levi's once more, pushing the halves apart and pulling out his half-stiff cock. Shari watched as he milked his cockmeat hard until its red, meaty tip was almost touching her nose. No, she couldn't give into this. It was the last straw. The girl saw her handsome uncle tower over her, ready to smash her into a million tiny pieces if she disobeyed.
Something snapped inside Shari that minute. She felt her body melting. There was a lush hotness moving from her belly down to the fat, swelling lips of her cunt. She could feel the doggie jizz ooze from her violated hole. And in spite of the two hard cums she'd had with Shadow, Shari felt herself ready to cum again. Her clit and titty tips grew hard once more.
Instinctively the girl reached up and wrapped her fingers around her uncle's cock. The hot flesh throbbed immediately under her light touch. Thick drops of cock juice bubbled out of his piss-slit and ran over her palm. As the hot, meaty cock throbbed a second time, Shari greedily squeezed it. Her hand jacked up and down, pulling the flexible covering over the hard, steely cock core.
"Yeah, jack it baby, jack it," Paul sighed, .rocking back and forth on the bed. He moved his hands up and slid his fingers through his niece's golden hair. Shari felt his hands pressing down on her skull. She repeated her jack off motions with her fingers, rolling up her eyes and watching Paul sway drunkenly from side to side in front of her.
"Suck it now," he told her.
Silently Shari obeyed. She opened her mouth, her full lips pulling back as she sank forward. She felt the soft meaty head of his hot cock brush against her lips. Paul pushed her down and shoved his cock forward. In an instant his cock was inside her mouth, making her cheeks puff out with its thickness.
"Ohhh baby, head, head," he moaned.
Paul moaned again and twisted his hips back and forth, making his cock turn and twist inside Shari's small mouth. The girl felt his throbbing rod brush over the inside of her cheeks. Her tongue lashed over his dick, flicking at the thick ridge bulging out at the sensitive underside of her uncle's prick.
Then Shari felt the fleshy head push back over her tongue, going further toward the back of her mouth. Shari took a deep breath and let Paul push his dick into her throat. She held her breath for a second, then snorted through her nostrils. Paul's hands held her tightly against his crotch. She could smell the thick, sharp aroma of his groin. It was the most delicious perfume she had ever smelled. The salty taste in her mouth made her cunt hot and messy again.
The two of them rocked back and forth until she began to gag for air. Slowly, Paul let her go. She sucked in air through her nose again, keeping his cock in her mouth. Her tongue lashed it. She licked, tasted it with her mouth, sucked harder and harder.
At the same time Shari strummed her cunt using the sticky, cool animal cum as a lubricant to grease down her humming clitty shaft. Paul was frantic now, pumping madly away until the back of his cock beat against the back of Shari's throat.
Minutes later he stiffened. His fingers dug hard into her skull. Shari grabbed her clitty and squeezed down hard, feeling a cum ripple across her aching cunt as soft as a baby's kiss. At the same time her mouth filled with Paul's hot, salty-tasting jizz. He groaned and swore, rotating his hairy ass-cheeks around and around while he sprayed the girl's mouth with his cum.
Shari let out several strangled sobs, blowing out a mixture of spittle and jizz as she fought for her breath. But Paul held on firmly, emptying the last of his cum out of his tight hanging balls before letting her go.-
"Yeah, baby, you're gonna be a star," he said, rolling off the bed after shooting off the last of his load. Shari watched silently, raising her hands and wiping the cum from her cheeks and chin with the backs of her wrists.
"And don't think you can get away and tell anyone," Paul said, reading her mind as he bent down and picked up his camera.
"I'm takin' this over to a friend of mine in Charleston tonight to get it develped. If you run away or tell, I'll make sure this here film gets in every porno shop in the country."
"How do I know you won't do it anyway?" the girl cried from the bed.
"You don't," he said. "But it's my handle over you. I've got plenty of shots without your face to make a lot of coin. You play it smart and I'll share it with you. You can be a rich little girl if you stick with me. No one'll ever know what you're up. to.
"And I'll have the insurance with me in case you get funny," Paul warned, patting his camera, then wheeling the lights out behind him.
Shari sank back against the headboard, covering her face with both hands as the door closed and locked.
"God, oh God, I'm trapped!" she sobbed, rolling over and burying her face in the pillow.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Please, Uncle Paul, no. You promised you wouldn't make me do it anymore," Shari pleaded.
The young blonde teenager sat in the living room couch with her hands folded tensely in her lap. She looked up at her uncle, her eyes filling up with tears. It had been three days since Paul had forced her to fuck Shadow. He had left her alone, rarely seeking her except occasionally outside or at breakfast. Shari had slept poorly, thinking about the act with the dog itself and her reaction to it. The girl knew she should have been horrified at what happened. She should want to escape with her entire soul. But Shari enjoyed having Shadow lick her pussy, then fuck her cunt with his boner. It had driven her wild with animal lust. Her uncle saw that and held it over her now.
"Come on, Shari," Paul said. "We both know you're one of those kind of women who-likes to make it with the animals, a regular female Doctor Doolittle."
He laughed cruelly. He stood in a pair of Levi cutoffs. His broad, hairy, tapered chest was completely bare. Shari felt her cunt lips begin to tingle and swell in spite of herself. That maddening itch-the sensation of a slow achy tightening of her pussy membranes-began all over again.
"You said..." the girl began to say.
"Come on," Paul said impatiently. "I want a few more pictures of you."
"No pictures! NO PICTURES!" Shari cried, sinking back protectively into the couch cushions.
Why didn't her cousin Jack come back? Shari knew he would protect her. If nothing else, his presence would prevent Paul from doing anything more to her.
"Don't worry, nobody's gonna recognize you," Paul said tiredly. "Now are you going to get up, or am I going to have to carry you to the barn."
"The barn?"
Shari's eyes opened wide. What on earth could he have planned for her. No, that was the last straw. She could never live with herself if she moved willingly.
"Goddamn it!" Paul muttered under his breath, dropping his hands and moving quickly to the couch. Shari struggled in his tight grip, curling her fingers into two tight fists and pummeled her uncle's face and chest with them. But it was useless. Paul turned his head. He scooped her up in his powerful arms and walked out the door with her.
"I'll scream!" she threatened.
"Howl away," he retorted. "Nobody's gonna hear you. The hands have gone home. You know as well as I do there's no place around here for miles."
Shari felt her heart sink into her shoes. Her uncle was right. She gave up fighting, sagging heavily in his arms as he moved onto the porch, down the steps and across the courtyard to the large faded red barn building.
Shari wrinkled up her nose the minute they walked in. Her father hadn't used that building for years, having built a new barn several thousand feet behind the house five years ago. It was used primarily for storage of farm equipment and anything else that got in the way.
Now the young girl smelled the distinct odor of animal shit and urine. Paul was keeping something in there.
"Okay, there you go," he said, putting her gently down on the hay stubble. Shari raised her hands and rubbed her upper arms. It was silent for the moment inside. She recognized the portable lamps leaning against one of the stalls. This was going to be the new scene of her latest humiliation!
"Get undressed, slowly," Paul said, backing away and reaching down for the light switch.
There was that familiar blinding light. Shari raised her hands protectively to her eyes. She could see nothing except the area immediately around her.
"But ... " she protested.
"You heard me," Paul said angrily, snapping his fingers impatiently.
Reluctantly the girl obeyed, crisscrossing her arms and peeling off her white cotton t-shirt.
Shari enjoyed the soft scratchy feeling the material made as it rubbed against her nipples, raising her jugs as it slid over her head, then letting them go to swing gently on her chest. Bending down, Shari slipped off her tennis shoes, laying them carefully down side by side as if she were going to bed. In the distance she could hear the camera whirring.
Swallowing hard, the young blonde unzipped her white shorts, hooking her thumbs around the leg bands and pulling the briefs down to her ankles. She saw Paul move in with his camera, getting a close shot of her hairy cunt. The lens seemed to burn into her pussy. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes in shame. It was as if the eyes of thousands of people were peering at her most private parts.
"Okay, over there," he ordered. Shari looked where Paul was pointing. There was a large rectangular wooden table some twenty feet on the other side of the barn. Her father had used it as a work bench at one time. The paint was nearly gone from age and wear. What on earth did Paul want to do with her there?
Shari walked obediently through the sharp hay stubble and noticed the odor of animals grew stronger as she walked. She thought she heard something breathing heavily near-by. Paul made so much noise pulling the lights after him as he followed her, Shari couldn't be sure what kind of animal-if any-was there.
"What are you doing?" the girl cried, jerking back and slapping her bare ass-cheeks against the edge of the table.
"Lighting up," Paul said. The flare of a match startled her.
"You don't smoke," she said.
"For this picture I do," he said, taking a long drag, then holding it in his mouth while he screwed the camera onto a tall tripod.
"I'm puttin' this little number on automatic. It's got a light meter with lens adjuster. For what I want it ought to be fine."
Shari climbed onto the table, turning over and laying on her back as her uncle told her. The whirring of the camera filled the large building.
"This is something a lot of people enjoy," Paul said, swaggering up to her with the cigarette still in his mouth. He stood like a monster next to her supine body, his power annihilating her defenses. Shari felt her heart beat faster and faster as she looked at his bare chest, his thick neck, his cruelly handsome face leering down at her.
Paul took the cigarette out of his mouth and held it over her titties.
"I like pink nipples," Paul said. "I like them on a girl like you, Shari." He slowly brought the glowing tip of his cigarette to within a few inches of the blonde's right nipple.
Shari took a deep breath and held it. She could feel the sharp heat burning her nipple flesh. She could brush that hand away. She could probably crawl off that table. And yet something riveted her to that spot, making her cunt sweat out pussy juice. Shari felt her body turning lush and warm under Paul's hot stare. Her eyes narrowed and focused in on that glowing cigarette tip as it came closer and closer to her titties.
"They say pleasure and pain are two sides of the same coin-sort of like love and hate," Paul said. "Maybe tonight you'll find out what they talk about."
Shari couldn't understand what her uncle was saying. All she knew was that her cunt hurt from sexual heat and tension and that the cigarette was starting to burn her nipple. It was starting to hurt a lot. But deep inside Shari was feeling something else. She was feeling an unusually intense excitement. The sight of the burning cigarette glowing an inch from her nipple made her twitch and shiver. Paul smiled. The sadist in him enjoyed that kind of reaction in a woman. And he also knew the audience for this kind of film would be immense.
When Shari sobbed he moved the cigarette closer and closer. When he touched it to her nipple, she held her breath. At first there was nothing. Then there was searing, agonizing pain.
"AHHHJEEYYYE!" the girl screamed, jerking her hands up and knocking her uncle's fingers away from her titties. The awful, agonizing pain shot through her.
Sobbing and turning away from Paul the young blonde rubbed her sore, burned nipple with the palm of her right hand. Lost, lost, she thought. There was nothing she could do. He'd kill her, slaughter her here on her father's table like a pig in the slaughter house.
"No, NO!" Paul cried, reaching down and yanking her back to her original position by the hair. Shari cried out again, reaching up and flailing at Paul's hands with her sharp fingernails. She jerked up her knees, using her feet as weapons while Paul struggled with her.
"Damn it, you're a little bitch, but this'll be good for the flick," the big man grunted, raising his big paw high in the air and smacking her hard across the face. "You'll have to just lay back and take it."
Paul backed away slowly, leaving Shari sobbing on the table. He stopped the camera, opened it and examined the film. He moved quickly away, fished around in a small metal case, pulled out fresh film and reloaded the camera. Then he moved to another larger case, opened it and pulled out a weird assortment of different objects. They all looked like earrings, except the earscrews were much too large.
Returning-to the table, Paul turned on the camera, then reached down and tugged her thighs widely apart. The big man took the first object and slid it down to her pussylips. It was cold and metallic against her soft flesh. Sheri felt her right cunt lip being tugged away from the center of her pussy slit as Paul started screwing the over-sized earrings tighter and tighter. He had her cunt lip trapped in the screw and was pulling it against her right thigh.
"Good," Paul said, smiling as the girl gritted her teeth in pain. The pulling sensation was agonizing, and Shari was afraid the earring might actually tear into her flesh.
Next her uncle pulled her left cunt lip to the side and started screwing it against her left thigh. In a few moments the young blonde's cunt lips were so far apart a bus could have driven into the throat of her cunt.
Next Paul took some cord and bound her wrists to the legs of the table, stretching her arms over her head until she looked like an unfortunate female victim of the Spanish Inquisition. The cord was thin and cut into her flesh. She discovered that the more she struggled, the more it would hurt.
Finally Paul bound her ankles to her thighs. Her knees pointed straight up in the air. Then he attached a loop to one knee, ran the rope under the table, then ran it around to the other knee to prevent her from snapping her knees and thighs together. The entire process took several minutes, fascinating the young blonde as much as terrifying her.
"Now, we will have some fun," Paul told her as she quietly lay there. Paul undressed, pushing his cutoffs down to his knees and exposing the giant cock that had violated both her ass and her mouth. It looked larger and thicker than she remembered it. The heavy balls swung lazily back and forth as Paul stepped out of his cutoffs and hung them carefully on the wall behind her.
"One more change," he said, stopping the camera, changing the film, and turning it on once more. Reaching in the second case once more, the big man pulled out a black leather riding crop and moved up to her. Before Shari realized what he was doing, he brought it down hard between her thighs. The leather thong struck like a jagged tooth against her clitty.
"Eeeeeyyyaggghhh!" the blonde screamed, writhing insanely on the table. She arched her back, her muscles squeezing tensely and bulging out against her flesh. She dug her feet into the table top, pushing up hard and trying to snap her knees together to prevent another such blow. But the ropes bit cruelly into her skin, preventing her from avoiding this attack.
The crop struck a second time, this blow somewhat off to her left. It bruised the inner flesh of her left cunt lip. The pull of the metal screws intensified the pain even more. Shari's fingers worked desperately, clawing at the air while her head jerked from side to side. Tears of agony spilled from her eyes and streaked her cheeks while tendons stood out in her neck. Her mouth was pulled back tightly into a scar while her nostrils flared and quivered. She was an animal; an animal tied and tortured on this table while the camera whirred monotonously in the background.
Paul kept on striking her again and again with his crop. Shari cried and shrieked, jerking her body as much as she could and begging him between howls to stop. But there was a dull, glazed look in Paul's eyes. He was slowly giving into the glow of sadism rising steadily in his body. He was doing this to make his smut film, but the big man also enjoyed the torturing of his beautiful young niece as well.
Soon Paul tired of striking his crop on the girl's soft cunt and began to work on her soft, flat white belly. He raised a series of red welts. Some of them began to bleed. Still, he kept on beating her. Shari felt the crop flick between her thighs again. This time the thong stung her buttocks, whipping them up until they glowed red.
"Cry out, baby," Paul said. "Go on, beg me to stop,"
Shari looked at his face. It was a twisted mask of crazed passion. It terrified her as much as thrilled her. In spite of herself, the girl felt her cunt heating up and juicing. The pussy oil oozed from her jagged crack, burning as it flowed into the small cuts inflicted by the crop all around her cunt lips.
"No, I won't. You'll never make me beg," Shari cried defiantly.
"So, you haven't had enough, eh?" Paul said, smirking as he threw down the riding crop. He brought the flat of his left hand against her right cheek, then backhanded her left cheek. Shari felt the heat and sting of his slaps. But now she felt a hellfire of lust deep in her belly that lapped and licked at her cunt. Paul saw this in her face and smiled. His plan had succeeded. He had turned his innocent niece into a ranging wild woman whose thirst for perverted sex would go unquenched.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Shari's body squirmed and strained under Paul's moving hands as he sank his tongue into her mouth. Crazed with lust, fury and terror, the young girl tried to bite the stiff thing invading her mouth. His tongue escaped her teeth, then returned to attack every ridge and hollow inside. Her long hair was held by one of his large hands, while the other hand reached under her hips and squeezed her bleeding ass-cheeks. The pressure of his fingers against her ass intensified the lust she felt flaming up against the juicing walls of her cunt.
Shari might have been screaming if it weren't for
Paul's tongue and mouth blocking the way. The blonde tasted his spit in her throat. It acted as if it were gasoline inflaming her perverted lust.
The pressure of the screws on her cunt lips made her flush with desire. She wanted a cock inside her. She knew a dick as large as her uncle's would stretch her little tight cunny to the limits. And that is exactly what Shari wanted.
The girl felt shocking thrills of lust rip through her as Paul climbed on top of her and pushed his massive dork into her belly. He ground his hips around, moving them in a clockwise motion. His cock slid around the hot, wet flesh on a layer of its own greasy cum. Shari sucked in a deep breath, feeling the hard, hot cock burn her.
Soon Paul's mouth was all over her face, kissing her lips and throat. She hated, loathed and loved this man beyond belief. The pain in her cunt was as intense as the pleasure throbbing and pulsing through her twat. It was a kind of punishment mixed with the forbidden pleasure she felt. Her large, melon-shaped tits heaved up and down as Paul's fingers pulled on her nipples. She bit at him again, only to have him slap her. Her ass thumped wildly on the table. Her ankles strained to free themselves from the ropes holding them against her thighs. Even that pain filled her with a perverse delight.
Then Paul moved around, sliding his legs under his ass and sitting on her chest. He fingered her balloon-like tits with a smile while dangling his cock in her face.
"Look at it, baby," he said. "Kind of like a jackass's cock, right? LOOK AT IT!"
Shari stared at the big one-eyed monster throbbing in Paul's right hand. Her face was wet, streaked with perspiration. Her long blonde hair was fanned out on the table. She saw the hungry stare in the wolf-like eyes of her uncle. She knew he wanted her more than ever. But there was a restraint he showed in them also. It was as if he were preparing her for someone else.
His knees pressed into her arm muscles as he leaned forward. He took the weight of his ass off her titties. His one hand moved through her hair, gripping her silky strands while his other tightly gripped his cock and aimed the large red head at her tightly compressed lips.
"No," Shari murmured, trying to turn her head away. She didn't want that thing in her mouth again. Her cunt was too hot. She wanted it in her snatch, peeling back the inner labia, screwing itself down into the dark pink depths of her cunt. She rocked her body on the table, moaning and twisting in the ropes.
"All right," he said, backing down and covering her body with his. With a single lunge, the big man sank his beating cock into Shari's cunt; The girl's body stiffened, trembling as if rocked by a giant underground earthquake. A strange whining ripped from her throat and filled the large empty building. Her knees snapped toward one another, then fell apart as the ropes prevented them from moving too closely together. Once past the separated outer cunt lips, Paul's cunt-splitting dick reamed through her fuck-hole, widening it until it hit rock bottom and bounced against her cervix. The blood-engorged cock was sheathed like a hand in a custom-made glove. Shari was tight, very tight; and that made the big man gasp almost as much as she did.
"Huuuuuuuuuhhh!" Shari groaned, thinking her body had been split into two separate halves.
The pressure was incredible inside her. At first she thought she would faint. And then the heat burning her cunt before returned. Her ass rubbed against the wooden table as she tried to back away from the prick stabbing her. She was completely pierced, nailed to the wooden table by Paul's thick throbbing spike. The way it forced her cuntal walls to separate made her think she was breaking apart.
Easing back a little Paul flexed his hairy ass and sent his hard cock jerking back into her like a steam-driven blade. She screamed, then bubbled and gurgled with a mixture of pain and lust. Paul's hands gripped her shoulders, forcing them down further. The big man pummeled her cunt faster and faster, trenching out her cuntal slit with soft, wet sucking sounds. Each time she felt the massive cock slip from the confines of her snatch, hot breath roared from her flared nostrils. The hugeness of his stabbing cock let her feel everything against every fold and hollow in her pussy.
Then Paul stopped, poised over her like an animal ready to pounce onto her. Only the fat meaty head of his dick lay buried inside her. She felt its flared body pulse against her inner cunt lips, threatening to spill out its load at the slightest false move. The girl lay quietly, staring up at her uncle. He moved slowly now, rubbing the top of his dickhead gently against the rounded top of her clitty. Shari closed her eyes and shuddered. Small, delicious tiny orgasms rippled through her cunt.
Oh God, if it would only last!
"Damn camera's empty," Paul muttered, climbing off the girl and reloading. "That's alright anyway," he said, closing the side of the camera case and wiping his forehead with the back of his palm.
"I was getting too involved," he said. "I've got something better for you anyway."
Shari panted like a bitch dog in heat on the table. He'd left her hanging in mid air, her pussy juicing and throbbing while his dick was miles away! Her eyes rolled toward him, glazed with burning lust.
Paul smiled, then turned and disappeared into the shadows for a few minutes. She heard the sounds of bridles clanging. And then she saw what it was she'd heard earlier. Paul lead out the large donkey her father had bought several years ago as a joke for her mother. The big dark gray animal stared stupidly in front of him, his eyes roving around the barn until they settled on Shari. His thick lips peeled back, revealing two rows of square, yellowed teeth. The girl's fingernails clawed at the ropes as he brayed. Then she recognized something else. Shadow ran around the big animal, his stubby tail wagging around excitedly. Behind him was the German shepherd Max. He kept an eye on his buddy, looking quickly at Shari and Paul and wondering what his part would be in this drama.
"Oh my God!" the young blonde cried, twisting hard against her bonds. All three animals-what a horror this would be!
Paul snickered, snapping his fingers in front of his niece's exposed cunny. Shadow was the first one up on the table. Shari lifted her head and stared straight into the animal's eyes. She saw he recognized her and remembered what the two of them had done three days ago. Her eyes widened with horror as the big Doberman dropped his head into her pussy and started licking at the hot juices.
Shari felt chills run through her body as Shadow's maw disappeared in the thick forest of her blonde cuntal curls. She could feel his hot wet breath blowing into her juicing cunt. His teeth scraped along the edges of her pussy walls.
"Here, don't think we need these anymore," Paul said, stretching out his arms and painfully yanking off the screws from her cunt lips. Shari cried out, twisting around once more.
But the big dog's jaws kept her quiet. Her struggles were useless and were only inflaming the animal. When his long pink tongue found its way up the slit to her extended clitty, the girl twisted open her mouth and let out a hellish yowl.
"YYYYAAGGGGHHHH!" she bellowed, thrusting her tightened pussy up into the air. She fed the Doberman her cunt, twisting her thighs first to the right, then to the left to get the maximum friction from his stabbing tongue. He was lapping at her, caressing her cunt once more with his maw. She felt his short, ticklish fur brushing against her inner thighs. How she wanted to reach down and run her fingers through his short coat! But once more her hands were tied.
Shari heard the Doberman growling. His whining and throaty sounds rumbled through her wet pussy, making her twist and shriek even louder to the rafters.
Then Shadow tired of his game and stood up. The young blonde raised her head again with difficulty and stared heavy-eyed at the big dog. His long knobby boner stood out between his legs, pointed straight at her and beating like a heavy tree trunk swaying back and forth in the wind. It looked like a thick knife about to slice into her body. Shari licked her lower Up with her tongue, then sank back onto the table and waited for the inevitable.
It came quickly. She could hear her uncle murmuring directions to the big Doberman as it climbed onto her body. Shari closed her eyes, feeling Shadow's heavy paws digging into her chest. Soon his maw was directly over her face. She could smell his horrible breath, feel his claws retracting, then come out again and nearly piercing her skin. He squatted, positioning himself to fuck her like a human lover.
"Ahhh, OHHHHHH!" Shari cried. He was in her now. She could feel the first few inches of his knobby cock burrow into her slick cunt hole. Then more came, inch after hot animal inch, fucking her snatch. His cock's bumps tickled her clitty. For an instant the young blonde forgot an animal was fucking her. She twisted her ass around and around, licking her lips, moaning and mumbling sweet nothing to the big dog.
Then she opened her eyes and instead of seeing a man's face there she saw the chin of Shadow's powerful black head. It was as if she were being raped by all hell.
"No, don't," she said. "Oh God, God!"
"God won't help you here," Paul taunted, aiming the camera at her face, then panning down to her violated snatch and Shadow's funnel shaped red dick plunging in and out of the furry hole like a oil well pump.
"Get him off me, PLEASE!" Shari begged.
"Feel that cock? Feel that hot, wet thing riding into you Shari?" Paul said, laughing and rubbing his stiff dick at the same time.
Shari groaned, writhing against her cruel bonds. She grunted every time she felt the big knob just in front of Shadow's thick root bang against her flattened cunt lips. He tried to work it into her, twisting his haunches and pushing forward and down. Her big titties rolled, bounced and jerked together as spittle rolled out of the Doberman's mouth and trickled down to her throat and chest. Shadow's hunching became faster and harder. His grunts and growls matched the teenager's cries.
"Hurrrrrhhh! Huhhrr!" Shari cried each time the long cock speared into her snatch. She thought her mind would go blank as the lust and horror built to a feverish explosive pitch. Her belly turned over faster and faster while her head spun. She thought she was going to vomit. She thought she was going to die. And at the same time, she was going to cum.
Shari tensed up when she felt the animal's cock swell up inside her. She recognized Shadow's tiny little whimpers that signalled his orgasm. Closing her eyes and turning her head around the young blonde let out strangled gurgling sounds of revulsion as she felt something hot and wet spurt into her. Shadow growled, twisting his body around Shari's chest and belly. The young girl cried out, gasping in lungfuls of air, then letting them out with a rain of spittle.
Shadow pounded her cunt again and again, squatting and shoving his cock in and out of her until his tiny sacs had dumped their hot load of jizz into her snatch.
Then the big dog pulled out, turning around and jumping carefully onto the floor. Max looked curiously at his friend who trotted calmly behind the gaping donkey. He curled in the far corner after licking the tip of his receding red-tipped prong.
Shari lay panting on the table. Her cunt was still hot in spite of the horror inflicted on it. Paul had trained her well in such a short period of time. He had released a fury inside her that knew no bounds.
"Now for something a little different," Paul said, moving forward after stopping the action of the camera. He moved behind the table, loosening the ropes around her wrists, pushing her down to the edge of the table until the bottom edges of her ass rested at the far end.
"Better for that," he mumbled mysteriously.
Shari watched as he tightened her bonds again, stepping back and looking on either side of her spread thighs.
"There's enough room," he said to himself, moving back and grabbing the reins hanging from the donkey's head.
"Oh no, NO!" Shari cried. He was going beyond the limit of her endurance. What was happening to her now didn't even happen to the worse slut in Tijuana. Even whores who performed with animals had a rest.
But Paul ignored her heated pleas, taking the animal by the reins and leading him up to the table.
"I haven't worked with him before," Paul said. "But most of them know what to do once they see a hot cunt like yours."
Shari's eyes widened. The donkey's jowls were wet with spittle. His fist-sized prong already was beginning to stretch out of his furry sheath.
CHAPTER NINE
"He'll kill me," Shari screamed. "I swear he will. Oh God, don't do this to me. Please, oh God please, he'll tear me apart!"
The blonde twisted and writhed in her bonds. The thin cords cut into her flesh, drawing blood as she desperately tried to scoot away from the braying donkey.
But Paul's handiwork was too good. The ropes held fast. Nothing Shari could do would help her now.
When the jackass came up to the table the young girl froze. She could see his nostrils had picked up the scent of the Doberman's cum. Below the table she could hear Max the shepherd scratching at the table's legs, whining and whimpering, wondering when he would get his turn at her cunt.
Shari watched horrified as the animal's pointed ears pricked up, then bent forward. His sides began to pant in and out heavily as his big black nose twitched nervously. He tossed his head to one side, braying loudly with excitement. Looking past his powerful forelegs, the terrified blonde saw his cock extend, dropping from under his belly like a big torpedo-shaped rock. His coconut-sized balls swung lazily back and forth. He was going to fuck her! She was actually going to be fucked by that donkey, and her uncle was going to film the whole event! Shari almost threw up at the prospect.
"Let's see how you do with Max first," Paul said.
Shari kept her eyes riveted on the big donkey and his powerful rows of straight yellow teeth. She was afraid he would suddenly rape her without warning. She peered between her widely spread knees, staring at the dumb eyes that rolled around in that big head and stared back at her.
Suddenly, she was aware of a great weight on her bare chest. It was the shepherd, his long tongue hanging out of his mouth. His big forepaws were pressed down on her fat titties the way Shadow's had. Paul was moving him up to Shari's face, something different.
"I want you to suck him off," he ordered.
The words made the girl's brain spin and whirl. Suck off a dog! What kind of degenerate did he think she was!
"No, there's no way you can make me do that," she cried defiantly. The teenager turned her head away and pursed her lips tightly together.
"You'll learn, young lady, to do what I ask without thinking twice," Paul said, backing away and foraging in his small briefcase. What was it-more whips, another riding crop? Shari smiled to herself. Those thoughts proved to excite her more than force her into submission. Nothing would make her suck off an animal. To take that ugly red knobby thing that was sticking out of Max's gray furry sheath sickened her just to think of it. No, she would draw the line there!
Paul was busy doing something in the darkness. She heard him poking around, dragging objects in the dark. And then a faint reddish glow began to illuminate the darkened part of the barn. She strained against the ropes to see what he was doing.
But she could not see more than just his head because of the big donkey in front.
Max had begun to start licking her titties, letting his rough tongue lap around her stiff nipples. Shari twisted, but this time not as much. His steady, rhythmic licking had a soothing effect. Soon she felt her cunt heat up again. The odor of her seeping cunt juice was exciting the donkey and he brayed and stomped at the loose hay on the barn floor.
While Paul adjusted the camera and reloaded once again, Shari lay back and enjoyed the big dog's lapping. Max enjoyed nuzzling the big melon-sized titties, rolling them together, then watching in fascination as they jiggled apart. Soon her breasts were shining with doggie spittle. Her nipples wrinkled into a maze of tiny lines and smoothed out again, forcing the inch-long red tips in and out.
"We'll see how you hold out against me, baby," her uncle said.
Shari looked up and saw Paul holding a large carving knife. Its blade gleamed in the bright light. She was really terrified now. What was he going to do, cut out her twat? She had heard of snuff movies where prostitutes were actually murdered while a camera filmed it to satisfy the warped tastes of people who enjoyed that sort of thing. My God, was her uncle involved in something like that? Was that what her parents were whispering about the day she walked into the kitchen and suddenly stopped when she asked them what her uncle had done?"
She shook with absolute terror. The girl dropped her head back onto the table. She couldn't look at something as gruesome as what she was sure this would be. More of Shadow's cum rolled out of her pussy. The warm mess spilled from the triangular fold around her clitty.
Shari held the side of her face against the pillow. Paul licked his lower lip as he surveyed the firm, round swell of her young ass-cheeks. In spite of the beating and the horrible raping her ass had received from him and the animals, her ass still seemed fresh and desirable to them. The quivering in her sphincters made the smooth white globes move, tightening and relaxing, inflaming Paul more and more.
Her uncle breathed harder. His deep, shuddering breaths mixed with the donkey's braying and Max's whimpering. The dog steadied himself on Shari's chest, rubbing his cock back and forth against her side.
Paul moved into the area of Shari's exposed cunt. The wet sticky line of her pussy cleft was totally exposed to him. Suddenly the girl felt the tip of the knife slide across one ass-cheek. Shari trembled. The arc it followed went from outside toward her waist, then slowly down to the sensitive curve where her ass met her thigh. The pressure increased as the needle-sharp point slid closer to her pussy. Shari wanted to scream, but she knew the slightest move would drive the tip through her skin.
Shari's cunt sucked air, opening in an uncontrollable spasm as the knife traced across the outer line of her cunt lips. The soft moist vulnerability of the area terrified her. She bit her lip, her face twisting into a mask of concentration. Her eyelids wrinkled as she considered the idea of refusing to suck off the shepherd.
The dagger was moved away from her. Shari let out her breath. She relaxed her muscles, thanking God that Paul had another change of heart. Then a shocking chill froze the center of her pussy. The flat of the blade pressed against the wet slit from her clit to her cunt hole. Shari's pussy clamped down on the knife blade, and the razor edge of the knife slid to her out labia.
"Ahhh!" Shari cried at the pain. Yet her pussy repeated this milking action time and time again, running itself on the blade over and over.
Paul carefully worked the knife down, pressing the tip harder against her clitty hood. Shari gasped. The pressure on her stiffened cum-center made a shock as sharp at the knife itself. Her back arched, opening her cunt even more.
"Suck Max's cock, Shari," Paul demanded.
His cock stuck out from his groin like a spear. Cum drooled from its tip. Torturing his niece in this slow, agonizing way drove him up the wall with lust. Max's bushy tail wagged eagerly while his cock slid completely out of his sheath.
Shari refused to answer. The knife rocked back and forth on her clit. The repeated touch and chill of the blade sent streams of incredible lust through her. She slowly became conscious of the tiny slits on the edges of her cunt lips. The stinging cunt juice dribbling across the small wounds made her clit swell bigger, blossoming out like a balloon.
Shari's pulse raced. She opened her eyes and saw Paul hovering over her. He was stroking his thick cock with his left hand while the other moved the knife around on her pussy.
"Ahhh!" Shari grunted. The tip of the knife sliced into her clit folds. The searing pain was inseparable from the thrill of this touch.
Shari's cunt was on fire. The constant rush of pussy juice across and into the cuts felt like salt and lemon rubbed into whip stripes. Her head throbbed wildly from the excitement.
He's going to cut me with that thing, Shari thought to herself as the knife kept on digging harder and further in. Paul dragged the tip of the knife back, stinging a groove down to the edge of her cunt mouth. The buzzing, spinning flashes from her clitty slackened. Her pussy burned as if filled with acid. She rolled her hips forward, wanting anything to satisfy her hungry, chewing cunt.
"The dog," Paul insisted, drawing the knife away.
"No, never," Shari said.
The thought of his cock down her throat still revolted her, although the fear and following excitement of the knife against her cunt wore down her resistance.
"Very well," Paul said, dropping the knife and turning to where the light Shari had seen earlier was most intense.
She heard metallic scraping. Then Paul returned with what looked like a branding iron. The brazier! Shari remembered how her father was so proud when he brought it at a swap meet. It was an antique or something. Little did the old man know it would become an instrument of his daughter's debasement and torture.
"Suck him, for the last time," Paul said, silently hoping she would refuse.
"No," Shari said, her eyes moving from the dog to the donkey to the branding iron, then back to the dog once again.
"Off," Paul said, stretching out his left hand and knocking Max roughly off the table. The German shepherd wined and growled, but sat obediently by the donkey's forelegs while Paul continued with Shari's humiliation.
Without a word the big man pressed the red hot iron firmly between the girl's big titties. Violently the girl screamed. Her body jerked on the table, twisting in the ropes. The acrid smell of burning flesh filled the immediate area. Both the donkey and dog backed away as Shari shrieked, twisted, and sobbed for mercy.
Paul pulled the iron off, leaving a big cross imprinted on her flesh. Smoke rose from the large reddened area as Shari's cries died down into sobbing weeping sounds. She sobbed hysterically, then pulled up her head to look at the German Iron Cross burned permanently between her tits. Again Paul walked back into the shadows, throwing the branding iron back into the coals of the fired brazier to heat it up.
Paul picked up a bucket of water and hauled it to the table, splashing part of it onto the girl's branded flesh.
"Ohhhh!" Shari gasped, turning her head away as the water splashed up her nostrils. Her hair was plastered down to her scalp. At least the water soothed the injured flesh that still smoldered.
"There's where I'll burn you next," he commented unemotionally, touching her left cunt lip. Shari shrank away from her uncle's touch. Now she knew he would go to any length to bend her to his will-disfigure her, destroy her if necessary.
"I'll do what you want," she whispered.
"Suck the dog's cock?" Paul asked, pleased at her sudden conversion.
"I'll suck his cock, I'll fuck him, the donkey, all of you," she wept. "Just don't do that to me. Please, please."
She wept hysterically. "I'll fuck them," Shari begged, "you, suck you all any time. Anything you want. Just don't do this to me again. Please, please, promise."
Paul smiled triumphantly. He had never before heard such abject defeat and desperation in a woman's voice. And this was his own niece? Lust raged through him like a wild fire, and it was all he could do to keep from climbing onto the table himself and pummeling her with his fists while he fucked her wildly in the cunt.
But first things came first. There was this "movie" to finish. And it required her to suck off Max, then get fucked by the braying donkey. They had been put off too long.
Snapping his fingers, Paul called Max back up to the table. In short time the shepherd was on top of Shari, carefully crawling up until his dog cock was over her parted lips. Without hesitation Shari took his cock in her mouth, sucking in the doggie boner as if it were a lollipop.
Paul laughed in derision, watching and fingering his cock as Shari's cheeks ballooned with the dog's meat inside her mouth. She bobbed her head back and forth as Max pushed down with his forelegs and hindquarters. He jabbed his dick into her mouth as if it were the tight cunt of some bitch dog. He had been trained well by Paul and he stood his ground, his big pointed ears twitching and flicking as his fucking motions became faster and more rhythmic.
Shari gasped, spittle oozing out from between her lips and drooling down her cheeks and chin. She could smell stale piss and shit as Max's furry little balls pushed against her chin. Her fingers and toes fanned out, digging at the air as she prayed God this would end soon. Already she could taste the salty flavor of the German shepherd's cum oozing down her throat. Its cum tasted strangely like her uncle's. Cum must be basically the same, the girl thought to herself.
Then she could tell the big dog was about to shoot. His body quivered. She opened her eyes and saw the fat dickroot pummel her lips faster and faster. The bumps on the animal's cock ran over her front teeth like the teeth of a blunted saw. The girl could feel the pointed tip of Max's doggie prong sliding past her tonsils, banging against the back of her throat. She felt like vomiting, but didn't dare for fear of her uncle and what he might do with that branding iron. Her chest still burned from that last attack.
And then Max came, shooting his doggie jizz deep down her throat. Shari gasped and coughed, spitting out his spunk as quickly as it sprayed out of his pointed dick tip.
The blonde twisted her head, finally spitting out the cock. Max still shot out a steady spray of cum. She could feel it spatter against her ear, then dripping into her long blonde hair. Shari cried and moaned, begging for her uncle to make the dog stop.
But Max kept on shooting, wriggling his ass nervously, then grinding his balls and cockroot against her chin and left cheek. He rubbed his cock over and over the girl's soft flesh, taking care of his crazy itch that became less urgent as his tiny fuck sacs emptied themselves on the girl's face.
CHAPTER TEN
"Ohhh!" Shari cried. Her uncle had tossed the remainder of the water onto her as if he were slopping the hogs.
"You're all slopped up," he said. "Can't have the star lookin' like you were, especially for your last big act."
Shari moaned. Her wrists were chewed half-raw by the ropes and her ankles had fared little better. Her thighs ached from the spread-eagled position they had been in for what seemed like hours. And the horrible fucking her cunt had had to endure drove her mad.
The table shook suddenly as if someone had blown off a stick of dynamite under it. Shari blinked open her eyelids and realized she was looking at the underbelly of the donkey. His forelegs were on either side of her, while his furry maw was directly over her head.
Silently the girl moved her lips in prayer. This would kill her. She would surely join her parents. What a horrible, ugly, degrading way to die! In the background was that horrible sound of the whirring camera. It drummed in her ears.
The big donkey moved forward a little more, tilting the table to the right from an uneven distribution of weight and threatening to knock himself and Shari off onto the floor. The girl wrinkled up her nose. The smell of stale piss and shit was even stronger with this animal. She saw his sagging belly heave up and down. And there was that fat donkey cock of his dangling down from his hindquarters, swaying back and forth lazily.
"Goddamned animals. I hate working with untrained ones," Paul said, gently stroking the donkey's ass and talking quietly to him. The confused animal finally seemed to understand what was expected of him. Slowly he squatted down and moved forward. Because Shari's father's workbench was made of solid oak and large, the table managed to support both the weight and breadth of the two actors in the latest scene of Paul's movie.
Shari screamed when she felt something touch the bottom V of her cunt. She knew it was the donkey's cock. She would never take it. She wasn't that big. He'd split her to pieces, and her uncle would have the snuff film he probably wanted.
Then something happened neither Shari nor her uncle expected. As the big donkey pushed down hard with his stiff, two-inch thick cock, it slowly began to work into Shari's cunt. All the fucking and the stretching with the screws earlier in the game had prepared the young teenager's cunt for this ultimate fuck.
Shari's mouth twisted open, but nothing came out. Only a hoarse, death-like rattle came from her vocal cords.
More of the donkey's dick reamed into her hot hole, stretching her cunt lips apart and out until they looked like red rubber bands pulled taut. One inch, two, then the head sank into her hole like an oar into a swamp. The donkey brayed, shaking his big head nervously and moving his haunches around the hay-covered floor quickly for better leverage.
Then another inch drilled into the girl. Shari was being impaled on the table, driven and nailed to the wood top by the animal's stiff, brown, thick dick. Two more inches entered her, and then the donkey realized he couldn't go any further without ripping the girl to pieces.
Swishing his black tail jerkily across his broad ass, the donkey started pulling his cock out. Shari's dry screams turned into a strangled gurgle of horror. She thought her insides were coming undone.
When his cockhead had reached her outer cunt lips, the donkey drilled his prick back into her. In and out he drilled her slowly, his sides panting and heaving in rhythm to his strokes. There was no pleasure in this fucking for the blonde. She lay like a true victim, gasping for her breath and praying God her cunt wouldn't split apart and she would bleed to death.
The end came quickly-much more quickly than with the dogs. The big animal brayed louder and louder. Then finally his sounds were like those of an animal knifed in the back. His body stiffened and his balls swung back and forth, hitting Shari's upturned thighs. She felt a steady pulsing beginning in the donkey's cunt-buried prong and knew he was spraying her pussy with his jizz.
"OHHHHH GOD!" Shari cried, her face pinching up in disgust and horror. She could feel the hot, thick liquid filling her cunt. She was being fucked by a donkey like some cheap Mexican whore in Tijuana. Every last bit of innocence had been stolen from her. Her pride lay in shreds and tatters. Every wad of donkey cum drove her further and further down the road to depravity and ruin.
When the animal had finished, Paul carefully led him off the girl, then away from the table. Shari lay delirious on the table. Her long blonde hair twisted about her head, dirtied, tangled and matted. Her flesh glistened with sweat. Small lines of dirty lay in the creases between her legs and torso. The young blonde teenager was still stretched out in that obscene spread-eagled position on her father's old workbench. She rolled her head slowly from side to side, a low, steady moan coming from her throat. She had been violated in the most foul way. She could still feel the donkey's fat dick stretching her cunt. She remembered Paul's whoop of triumph when the animal's fat dick squirmed around her quim, pushing the elastic pussylips apart and peeling them back like the lid of a sardine can.
Wherever she'd go and whatever she would do, Shari would remember that. Whenever she was proud and thought she was better than most people, the blonde would picture her cunt being stretched apart by that horrible animal. She would never again be fit to have intercourse with a man.
How her body had twitched, glistened with sweat, shook in pain as the donkey pounded his fat cock further into her cave. Her bowels must have been bunched inside her from the force of that long cock.
"You were a good girl, Shari," Paul said. "This film's going to make us a lot of money."
He stopped the camera and turned down the lights. The blonde said nothing, wishing she could somehow just fall asleep and die. She could never go on through life with the horrible memory of this night. She had been so befouled with animal filth, so degraded by a member of her own family, she felt unfit to look at the lowest whore on the street without blushing in shame.
"Still, there's one thing to be taken care of," Paul said. "Shit, there aren't too many places in you the animals didn't get." His fat sausage-like cock still stuck out straight like a barber hole.
Shari lay limply while Paul untied the ropes. When he unfastened her ankles from her thighs, the young blonde let out a moan of relief, feeling her legs fall together, then slide down to the table top. The dull ache radiating from her hips to her belly stopped immediately.
Next he untied her hands. When Paul slipped the loop from her left wrist, the girl brought it to her face. How she'd admired the smoothness of her skin, and now how raw and red it was around her wrists.
Shari fought back a sob. She'd be getting back at her uncle. Somehow, she'd avenge what had happened this evening.
"Just one more item," Paul said, rolling the girl over quickly ami climbing onto the table. Shari was too weak to fight back. Quietly she submitted to his vile anal attack. Her fingers clawed at the table's edge while Paul spread her smooth ass-cheeks apart and pressed his fat cockhead into her asscrack.
While the big man's dick sank beyond her stretched sphincter, Shari ground her pussy against the scratchy wood, feeling her clitty give off one soft gentle cum before she finally lost consciousness.
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When Jack returned several days later Shari refused to see him. She had been in her bed since that night, nursing her sore pussy and thinking over what had happened. Her uncle swore that he would never use any footage that showed the face of his own niece, but of that Shari wasn't sure. After what he had made her do both with him and with the animals, the young teenager couldn't trust a word he said.
Twisting and turning in bed, covering her face at times as vivid visions of what had happened to her burned in her memory, Shari wondered what she should do. She thought of going to the police. But who would believe her? And even if they did and began to investigate, her uncle had told her he would release all those pictures to every porno out let in the States. She saw from the upstairs landing several of the people her uncle dealt with had come to the farm house the night following her animal rape. From their expressions, their big cars, their conversation about her humiliation and degradation, Shari could see that her uncle and his friends were capable of anything-even of ruining her life forever.
No, she decided she would have to continue living on the farm with him until he tired of her and went away, or until she could think of some plan to get those films away from him and escape.
Another week went by. Paul had come to her room several times, breaking down the door once when she'd locked it and raping her in bed. On those hot nights when he tore her gown from her, tossed her in the bed and fucked her crazily excited as well as terrified and sickened the young blonde. He was like some beast from hell, his rancid breath blowing into her nostrils while his hairy thick legs pinned hers to the mattress and his cock drilled into her stretched cunt relentlessly. The air was mixed with her moans and his grunts while her pussy swallowed up yet more of her uncle's thick jizz.
But the girl was spared of making any more movies with either dog or anything else for that matter. Shari kept to herself, moving around the house like a ghost and becoming more withdrawn as the days passed.
Then one evening when Shari had gone to bed early she heard a car pull quietly into the broad drive outside the home. At first the girl thought it was her uncle and a shudder crept over her. He had gone into Charleston on business. He'd be coming up the stairs half-drunk, would beat on her door, demanding her cunt, her ass-hole, or anything else he'd had before. And there would be nothing in the world for her to do but let him have it after a struggle.
Then Shari sat up in her bed and listened carefully. That wasn't her Uncle Paul's car. Sliding her legs out from under the thin cotton topsheet, the girl stood up on the bare cool wooden floor and walked softly to the window. Pushing aside one of the heavy drapes Shari peered out into the darkness. There in the full moonlight she saw her cousin Jack climb out of his car and stare up at the house.
"Jack, Jack," she said, tears welling up in her eyes. She beat the window with her hands to get his attention, still afraid to make too much noise. Her uncle's presence on the farm made her afraid to make more than a squeak of protest.
Turning quickly, the girl picked up her blue quilted robe and threw it around her small shoulders. Running down the stairs, Shari felt her heart pound wildly. Hope filled her thoroughly for the first time in weeks. Jack would take her away from the horror at the farm. He'd save her from a future that only promised more horrors and humiliations.
"Jack," she cried, opening the front door and stepping back.
"Hi, Shari," the young man said sullenly, walking into the darkened living room. The blonde turned on the lights, pulling the robe tightly to her body and watching her cousin as he moved to the large stuffed chair to the right of the sofa. He sat down. Something was on his mind.
The teenager walked slowly into the living room, her eyes riveted on him. What was wrong?
"I found out my father's been making movies-dirty movies-movies with women in them fucking animals," he said, turning around at the final words and staring accusingly at Shari.
Shame and guilt seared the young girl's soul. She knew she would feel something like this when people discovered what had happened. Her long, painful ordeal had begun again.
"Wh-what?" she stammered, moving to another chair and sinking down into it. What would he do, beat her? He looked like a wild man.
Women fucking animals," he repeated, emphasizing his words with a wide sweep of his hands.
"You know, dogs, donkeys, the usual stuff. You, more than anyone I know, Shari, should know what I'm talking about."
The blonde felt her hair stand on end. She stared helplessly into Jack's eyes, then dropped her gaze to the floor.
"I just wanted to make sure," he said. "I couldn't tell if that was you or not in the film. The girl kept screaming and twisting around. But then I found out from the shop owner who distributed the film-a friend of my father's. I went to him and he told me my dad's been in the business for years, even when my mom was alive. Nice thing to find out about your own father. Guess that was why he wasn't home that much. And then I found out he'd made that film just around Charleston at some farm. Shit, it didn't take much more for me to figure out who that girl was. Christ, Shari, why'd you do it?"
The last words sounded as if Jack were going to cry. Shari's eyes burned with tears. She wanted to tell him how it happened, how her uncle had raped her, then forced her to submit to those horrible sexual perversions.
But the words stuck in her throat. She only kept her eyes down to the floor. She wanted to die.
"Well, no sense in me sticking around," Jack said. "You've got my dad and the barnyard to keep you happy. You can tell him I know everything and he can just forget about me-for a while.
"See you around on the screen, Shari," he blurted.
The young blonde sat quietly in the big chair, her hands folded modestly in her lap as Jack walked out of the living room into the night. She still sat without moving a muscle as the door slammed shut and his car started up.
"All over," she mumbled to herself, listening closely as Jack's car sped away from the farm into the night. All hope of escape died in that instant.
She was still sitting like that when Paul stumbled into the house four hours later with two of his buddies.
"Goddamned little bitch's still up," Paul slurred. "Whatcha been doin', honey, playin' with yourself?"
He held himself up on the doorframe, wiping his big lips with the back of his hairy hand. His eyes were bloodshot with booze. Even ten feet away Shari could smell the rancid beer on his breath. There was that familiar dulled, drunken look on his face that blurred out all the lines and made his flesh look puffy and doughy. The two men behind him, from what Shari could see, were little better.
"Just leave me alone," the girl said, gathering up her robe and moving to go back upstairs to her room.
"Case of the reluctant virgin," Paul said sarcastically, stretching out his big right hand and grabbing his niece hard by the wrist. Shari winced, feeling her knees buckle as her uncle twisted her arm around in a broad loop while the others watched silently.
"Stop it! You're hurting me!" the girl cried, hunching forward, then stumbling over her feet before falling to the floor. Tears welled up in her eyes as Paul kept twisting her arm around.
"Since when did that bother you?" he slurred. You couldn't have enough pain a couple of nights ago. You should see her. Shit, you have!"
"What?" Shari cried. Her uncle let go of her wrist and stood between her and the door to the stairwell. The blonde teenager rubbed her wrist and looked up questioningly at him.
"Come on, baby," Paul said. "You didn't really think I meant what I said, did you? I sold all the pictures."
"My face! You sold the ones with my face!" Shari cried.
When Jack had told her he'd seen her, the girl was too shocked to put two and two together. Now the reality of what had probably happened struck her.
"Sure, the big thing now's to watch the girl's reaction to the fuck," Paul said. "And you, baby, had one hell of a reaction!"
He wiped his lips with the back of his hand.
"Shit, if there were Academies for smut flicks, you'd get the top award," he jeered.
Shari blushed furiously while the others laughed. Rising to her feet she drew back her hand to strike her uncle. Paul saw the movement and lunged forward, grabbing her hand and twisting it behind her.
The girl cried out from pain and surprise. Paul held her hands tightly against her ass while he forced her back into the living room. His hot body pressed against hers. The girl turned her face, trying to avoid the rank, liquor-smelling breath. Paul's friends followed them.
"You wanna see a bitch hotter 'n anythin' you'll see in Mexico?" he asked the others.
Paul let his niece go, raising his hands and tearing off her robe. Shari screamed, jerking her hands up to cover her face. Her uncle knocked them away, then moved around to her back, placing his big hands on her shoulders. He then tore her gown into two equal halves. "Ohhhh!" Shari cried.
She saw her uncle's friends gawk at her, staring at her lush full titties and her young tight cunt. They'd seen the pictures of what she'd done with that body. Their trousers were tenting out as they remembered the man, the dogs, the donkey.
"Watch," Paul mumbled, reaching down between his legs and yanking open his zipper. Shari watched in terror as he pulled out his nearly hard dick and gave it a few tugs.
"Swing on it, Shari," he told her. "Come on, give your ol' uncle a little head."
Shari's eyes widened. They were to be paraded around like this anytime her uncle brought home a few of his cronies? Was she supposed to perform on cue?
Feeling she had no other choice the young blonde reluctantly obeyed. Slowly she moved in front of her uncle, sinking to her knees and looking up at that large cock as if it were a god. Tilting back her head, she moved her face forward until she could smell the thick sourish odor of the big man's crotch. A few cock hairs tickled the insides of her nostrils as Shari opened her mouth in the shape of a large O and slid her lips over the fat, bulbous head.
Paul closed his eyes. A faint smile traced came across his thick lips as his niece slipped her mouth further down the head. She now glided past the large edges and sucked his stiffening, thickening shaft.
Shari's big titties swung out slowly from her chest as her body angle shifted forward. She moved her hands along her thighs, stroking the smooth flesh. She felt her cunt get warm and wet again. She could smell her snatch frothing over with cunt juice. That maddening itch that had been her humiliation before began again, making her stroke her wet cuntal slit with the tips of her fingers for relief.
"Oh yeah, yeah," Paul said, reaching down and pushing his fingers through Shari's long blonde hair. The others fingered their groins, wondering if they were expected to join in this erotic scene.
Shari pushed forward, her cheeks ballooning out as more of her uncle's cockmeat slipped into her mouth. She felt the sausage-like pole slide over her teeth, passing the root of her tongue and gliding past her tonsils. Soon her lips were gently touching the fat base of Paul's cock while his hanging balls brushed her chin. She had swallowed the entire length of his dick. The head had been bent downward and now inched its way down her throat.
Shari felt like gagging, but the hot fire burning in her cunt somehow made it easier for her to keep going.
She moved back, compressing her lips tightly around the pulsing rod while she moved her tongue sensuously back and forth over the sensitive underside. Paul grunted with delight when she moved one hand up to his balls and rolled them against one another while she sucked harder and harder. Her cheeks caved in as she pulled back, then heaved forward.
"Come on, get it from a pro," Paul said, opening his eyes and gesturing to his friends standing nearby.
Shari didn't care what they did to her now. She was trapped in a hopeless situation. Let them do anything. Nobody cared what happened to her. Her pussy was the only thing that mattered, and now it was a burning bush of perverted lust. The girl guided her hand through the swampy hot mess, feeling her juices slicking her fingers and wrist. Her cuntal membranes were hot and wet, trembling deliciously under the slight pressure she gave them. Yes, she'd take as much cockmeat as they could give her.
"Okay," Paul said, pulling back and drawing his dick completely out of his niece's mouth. Shari looked up dumbly at the spit-slicked cock dangling in front of her nose. How she wanted that back in her throat!
But Paul had other ideas. He pushed her roughly back on the floor. Shari's cunt spasmed as she rolled over several times. Her plump taut ass jiggled from the force of the blow and the motion setting off a series of small orgasms.
In a moment all the men were on top of her. Paul had buried his face in her cunt. He growled like an animal while his tongue and lips chewed on her cunt lips. Shari closed her eyes and let out a low guttural howl.
He chewed lightly on her cunt lips, dragging his front teeth across her inner and outer labia while his tongue fucked in and out of her fuck hole.
His two friends were on top, the first one sucking her titties as if he were trying to draw milk from them while the other kissed her violently on the mouth. They had all peeled off their clothes when Shari had been knocked down by her uncle. She opened her eyes a few times and saw all the raw, throbbing cockmeat pulsing wildly. She wanted to be drowned in cum. She wanted to see it jet into her hair, onto her titties, into her ass, into her cunt.
Paul moved back, sliding his hands under Shari's arms and dragging her to a standing position. He held her tightly by the shoulders, pushing his dick between her ass-cheeks, edging his cock down into the tight crack until its head pressed against her ass-hole.
Paul's buddies smiled, winking at one another as if they'd been through this before. Moving closely together, they pressed their cocks side by side and moved forward toward the girl's pussy.
"Oh no, NO!" Shari cried.
Shari looked down at the thick double dicks about to slice into her cunt. It was a combination larger than the donkey's cock that had nearly killed her!
She closed her eyes tightly and let out a scream. Paul's cock had just slipped past her sphincter and was burrowing into her tight little ass-hole. But she knew a worse, more deadly pain would pierce her cunt. She wouldn't be able to take both men's fat long dicks at the same time.
"Please, don't, one at a time, please," Shari pleaded.
But the men just smiled, pressing forward. They rubbed their dicks simultaneously over her fat cunt lips. Then hunching down, they began to drive their cocks into the girl.
"NNNNOOOOAHIYYYY!" Shari cried. Her outer cunt lips peeled back while her pussy stretched and yawned as much as it could. She was going to be split in two by these men, she thought.
At that moment she heard someone shouting behind her. There were more shouts and a struggle behind her. Suddenly, the dick that had been ravaging her ass-hole was gone. The two men in front stared blankly at one another, then pulled out the few inches of dickmeat they had put into the young blonde. Shari stumbled backward, suddenly relieved of the double-edged pain in her cunt and ass-hole.
"Let's go," a familiar voice said behind her.
Someone threw the rags of her kimona over her shoulders and guided her out of the living room. As Shari stepped over Paul, a small trickle of blood oozed out of the corner of his mouth. His body was twisted around, one leg over the other and his hands were sprawled across the floor.
Shari turned her head and saw it was Jack who had come in.
"I felt bad about the way I acted earlier," he explained. "I had to get your side of the story. When I came back I heard you screaming."
He opened the car door and pushed her in.
"You're going away from here," he said determinedly, sliding behind the wheel and starting the car.
"But the farm ... " Shari began to say, gathering the kimono around her knees and sinking back into the seat as they wheeled around and sped from the drive to the main road below.
"I don't think my father's going to hang around when he regains consciousness," Jack said. "Hell find out pretty soon I know too much about his operation to go against me.
"Of course," Jack added, turning onto the main road and heading toward Charleston, "now you're going to do anything I want you to do, right?"
Shari jerked her head around and looked in surprise at the young man. He was smiling playfully and she relaxed. Yes, she'd do anything that the young man asked her to do. Snuggling up to him, Shari reached down and stroked the hard, bulge growing between his legs. Her cunt, still pulsing from Paul's mouth chewing and the double-cocked fuck, wanted Jack more than ever. She licked her lower lip, wondering when they would reach their destination. Yes, she'd be a slave to that cock forever. It would always be Jack.
