The crime rate in this country has been rising rapidly. Every day there are instances of brutal rapes and murders occurring in our streets and countryside. Rape and kidnapping are becoming as common as shoplifting and auto theft.
Recently there were three separate incidents in which hostages were held in one major city. Some of these criminals claim to sacrifice human life for political causes or demands. There are other types of criminals--the psychopaths venting their frustrations on other human beings.
Linda Barringer is one of the innocent victims of such degenerate individuals. Her situation proves that no girl is safe, whether she is walking alone in the street at night or during the daytime, or, as in Linda's case, in the supposed safety of her uncle's farm. She has the attitude, as most girls do, that nothing can happen to her.
ANIMAL CAPTIVE is the story of a girl degraded and used in every way by demented men. It is a contemporary story of the possible dangers facing every one of us.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Linda Barringer leaned against the old tall oak in front of her uncle's white wood frame farmhouse, brushing the stray strands of blonde hair from her eyes. The breeze from the west and shade offered by the tree felt good against her flesh.
It was six in the afternoon and the temperature was still hovering in the high nineties. The perky sixteen-year-old had done everything she could to cool down, having peeled off her blouse and jeans earlier in the day. Now only the barest of bikini bottoms clung to the young girl's full thighs while her thunderous, high-riding titties jiggled unsteadily behind a strained top.
Off in the distance, just over the hills separating her uncle's farm from the Harrington spread, Linda could hear the sharp barking of Brad Dennis' German shepherds. Linda felt her flesh crawl and automatically started rubbing her palms over her upper arms. Brad Dennis had worked or her uncle for only five months. And already the big, sadistic-looking man had nearly taken over the farm.
Granted, her uncle Paul was bed-ridden and couldn't, Linda was sure, recognize anyone. That was the reason her mother had sent her from San Francisco to this God-forsaken chicken farm in east San Bernardino county. Linda was to care for her uncle until her mother and father could arrange for more professional help in the form of a sanitarium they could afford. She would, her mother and father told her, have plenty of friends in the area to amuse herself with. It would be a new kind of experience, and besides, no matter what happened, she'd be out there only two weeks at the most.
The friends had never materialized. Only a Mexican cook and housekeeper offered some companionship. The rest of the hands were sullen and kept to themselves in the workers' quarters one half mile behind the main house.
Brad was a six-foot five, thick-muscled foreman hired by her uncle when the old man had taken it into his head to breed work horses for the Harrington ranch. The result of that ill-timed experiment were several young horses completely unmanageable, coops of uncared-for chickens, and an evil-minded man out for Linda's pussy.
The girl shivered again when she thought of the way he looked at her, his black eyes glowing like two pieces of coal while his crotch bulged noticeably. He hungered after her, licking his thick sensuous lips while Linda moved quietly in front of him.
Not that Linda wasn't proud--in a way--of Brad's reaction to her body. She was a pretty girl and she knew it. All the boys at her high school in Pacific Heights watched her as she strode down the tiled corridors, her high heels clicking on the hard surfaced floor. She saw their eyes roving freely over her body, mentally undressing her, wondering what her tits, ass and cunt looked like. But Linda wasn't a girl to pass her pussy around freely. While her tits jiggled in her bra, and while her ass seemed to be waving invitingly to the onlooker, Linda Barringer was still a virgin, holding onto the old-fashioned idea that her cunny was something only a legal husband should have.
And how difficult it had been lately to keep her virginity! When she was fourteen, Linda thought keeping a boy from fingering her cunt would be the easiest thing in the world. Just snap your legs together and brush away his hand. But during the past year, Linda found that act not too easy to accomplish. As the hot wind blew across her cheek, Linda sighed and closed her eyes, her mind drifting back to her "sweet sixteen" birthday party four months ago. She remembered hearing her mother laughing downstairs, entertaining some of her friends while she and Bob Hartman, a leading school quarterback, sneaked up the stairs of her parents' home to her bedroom.
"My mother won't come up here, do you think?" Linda whispered nervously as she looked over her right shoulder and down the stairwell.
"Naw. She's too busy with all the others. Besides, I told you we wouldn't be long," Bob said confidently, squeezing the trembling girl's fingers, Linda didn't know why she'd agreed to follow the handsome blond football player here. She knew he'd been watching her ever since she made the cheerleading team, and she had been hoping he'd ask her out sometime. But when he whispered in her ear he had a surprise for her, Linda nearly wet her pants with nervous delight. No, she wouldn't let him do that to her. But nearly everything else-well, that was another story. Linda felt she could control herself enough to put on the brakes if she had to.
When they walked into the bedroom, Linda reached out and put her fingers on the light switch. She wondered if Bob would be slow or respond quickly. Already the girl knew what the "surprise" was going to be. As the door closed behind her Linda felt his right hand touch her waist, then move up to her shoulder. He was turning her around, drawing her close to him. The young blonde could feel his hot breath fanning her cheeks. Her heart was beating so fast she thought it would break through her rib cage.
"Ummmmm," Linda murmured through the kiss. She curved her body against his chest and belly. Her thigh was warm where his crotch was. She could feel the rigid swelling of what she knew was his cock pushing out against her. There was a thrilling sensation washing over her flesh. And then that wonderful feeling that rippled over her thighs--starting along the insides of her thighs like a tiny electric shock, building until her cuntlips, her asscheeks and belly became all hot and heavy. Oh, how wonderful it all felt as she leaned heavily against Bob. It was as if she were floating on a brilliant cloud.
Linda moved her right hip teasingly back and forth, rubbing it against his growing cock while she lifted her arms and locked her fingers around Bob's muscular neck.
"You're one hell of a tease, Linda. All the boys say that," Bob said in a thick voice. Even though she couldn't see his face, the young blonde instinctively knew it had to have the expression of passionate intensity. The thought that she was so close to a man whose cock was ready to slice into her virginal cunt both terrified and excited her. No, he wouldn't get what he wanted. He wouldn't dare, what with her mother and father only a few feet away from them. She could scream "rape" and he'd have to leave her alone. But to play like this--well, that was different!
Bob moved back to her mouth again, pushing his tongue between Linda's full red lips. The girl let out a tiny groan, twisting helplessly in his strong arms. Oh, she felt so small, so tiny, so weak when Bob slid his fingers over her hot, willing, eager body. And just when he was pulling her tighter against him, pushing his fingers down to her buttocks and working the loose cotton material of her dress up to her thighs, Linda pulled her mouth away.
Twisting her body around again, Linda fanned her lingers down the front of Bob's chest, working the top three buttons of his red flannel shirt open, sighing audibly as she felt his wiry chest hairs tickle her fingertips. Then she moved down farther and farther, until she passed his belt buckle. Holding her breath, the curious young blonde moved her fingers down even farther until she could feel that hard lump stretching the Levi material around his fly. Linda could feel Bob let out a shuddering sigh. His bulge throbbed against her small damp palm. Bob nuzzled her hair in his mouth, moaning something that sounded dirty.
"Wh-what?" Linda stammered.
"I wanna fuck you, honey. I wanna stick my cock in your cunt."
The words burned into Linda like a hot branding iron. To think this nice boy would be saying this to her right in her bedroom! But Linda realized she'd led him into this. Smiling in the darkness, the girl dared to push the hot young football athlete even further.
What would it be like? What would it feel like, having a man's dick trenching out her pussy? Linda had gone to all the compulsory sex education classes at her school, had had several of her girlfriends relate their few experiences with boys. But still, the young blonde cheerleader hadn't the faintest idea of what a man would feel like inside her. And now, being held tightly by Bob in the warm darkness of her small upstairs bedroom, the thought of a man's dick sliding quickly in and out of her tight-clenching cunt made Linda's pussy muscles cramp up into a knot of incredible excitement.
"Kiss me again, baby," Bob said, growing impatient.
Linda did as she was told, squeezing the lump in Bob's pants harder this time. She could feel his thick lips sliding up and down her neck. Oh God, she was getting hotter! That throbbing between her legs was becoming a dull ache, pulsing with a rhythm that matched her racing heart. The tingling was becoming unbearable. A drop of cunt juice had actually oozed out from between her bloated young cuntlips and was now trickling between her legs, moving maddeningly over her thick bush of cunt hairs until it soaked into her narrow panty crotch. Unexpectedly, Linda found herself unzipping Bob's pants. Why was she suddenly so adventurous? There wasn't any particular reason for it. The young girl was suddenly begging for a cock to satisfy all the pent-up fantasies she'd been harboring since she was fourteen.
Bob was sliding one hand up under her low-cut white cotton blouse. She felt him work the top button loose with his other one. When he opened the thin garment, pulling it out of the girl's skirt and letting it hang open in two halves, Linda wished he would touch her dark pink nipples. She could feel them growing hard and long, scratching almost painfully against the stiff material of her bra. Often Linda wished she could go braless like so many of the other girls at school. But Linda's mother told her she was too "big" to do that. The teachers would be looking more at her hanging tits than their books. Of course, Linda's mother was right. And now, the bra offered yet another barrier to be overcome by Bob.
Moving quickly, he slid his hands up around the small of her gracefully curved back, moving his fingers around her bra snap. With a small clicking sound, Linda felt the bra suddenly loosen around her shoulders and tits.
"Ohhh," the girl moaned as Bob pulled back and slid both her blouse and bra off, dropping them to the floor below. He was back again, his head lowered to her hanging tits. Linda closed her eyes and tilted her head back. She could feel her mouth and lips go dry while a strange kind of tightness gripped her throat. She was working her hips back and forth, the weight of her taut buttocks adding to the slick friction of her cuntal membranes rubbing against her stiff clit. Bob had his tongue swirling around her right nipple, licking it as if it were a lollipop! And when he started sucking on it, drawing the stiff titty tip between the gap in his front teeth while flicking the sensitive flesh with his tongue Linda thought she'd blow apart!
"I-I'm scared," Linda whispered in a tight voice. Suddenly the girl realized she might have gone too far already. He had half her clothing off and was sucking on her tits! His hands roamed freely over her body, now smoothing over her slender thighs, now creeping across her buttocks and massaging those tight, rounded globes.
And yet, even though Linda knew she was teetering on dangerous ground, the resulting sensations from those obscene pawings were so wonderful! The way he pulled her buttocks apart drew her bloated, sticky outer labes apart as well. Oh, if only, if only there were some way to take care of that horrible, wonderful itchy ache without sticking a cock in her pussy!
Linda's fingers trembled. She had unzipped his trousers but now she hesitated. It was too much. She couldn't bring herself to undress Bob. That would be automatically admitting she wanted a fuck. To think she'd been brought to this--to actually unzip a man's fly and be thinking about peeling off his underwear!
"I'll do it," she heard Bob say.
There was the sound of pants dropping to the floor, then the quick rubbing of cotton over his thighs. Then something hot touched her right wrist. Linda let out a startled cry and drew back her hand as if something had singed it. It was a cock--a male cock--out and throbbing only inches from her!
"Come on," Bob whispered huskily, moving his arms around her waist again. Linda almost sank weak-kneed to the floor when she felt the big athlete unsnapping her skirt, opening it and then letting it float to the floor. Now she stood wearing only her soaked nylon panties. And then there was that long, stiff hot cock pressing against the nylon front of her sheer panties!
Before Linda could say anything, Bob kissed her again. He was touching her ass, kneading each small buttock. Linda sighed through the kiss, rocking her hips and feeling his cock gouge into her belly. It was so big, so stiff and hot! How could a girl actually enjoy having something like that spearing her? It must hurt horribly! And yet the people at the sex education class and her girlfriends said the most beautiful thing in the world was good sex between a man and a woman.
Bob moved one of his hands slowly around her right hip, smoothing his fingers down her flat belly until he curled them under her nylon-covered cunny mound. Linda felt the air go out of her lungs while her brain spun around dizzily. She felt herself standing on tiptoes as he rubbed the soppy nylon up between her cuntlips. She bucked her hips back so he would rub the saturated material against her clitty. "Ohhh," she moaned. "Relax baby," he mumbled. Oh, how shameful the things they were doing were! What would her mother say, and the others as well, if they were to suddenly burst into the bedroom and find her and Bob like this? She could picture the look of horror on their faces. And yet, how could something so good and exciting be so bad? The sensation of the slick material rubbing against the folds and hollows of her pussy made the girl gasp and pant for more.
"Uhhhhh," Linda sighed. Bob's touch was the most wonderful thing she'd ever felt. He seemed to know instinctively how to rub his fingers and her nylon crotch material around in her cunt. The young cheerleader rocked back and forth, occasionally snapping her knees together, then letting them sag apart until she thought they'd both fall to the floor in a hot throbbing mass. "Ohh, god, it feels so goooood!"
Bob pushed her back in the dark room until Linda could feel the edge of her bed with the backs of her legs. Now was the moment she'd waited for. Now she could tell Bob to stop, leave her alone. They'd gone far, but not all that far. Bob had ways to take care of himself.
She'd heard about how boys jerked off in toilets or in their bedroom, dumping their load of cum into handkerchiefs or kleenexes. Girls had ways of taking care of themselves too, though not nearly as messy as that! Well, he could use her bathroom to jerk off as much as he wanted in the toilet bowl while she played with her clitty. Nobody would be hurt.
But Linda still did nothing. She felt herself falling over, backward, tumbling into the groaning bed with Bob close behind her. He was all over her now, pushing her shoulders down onto the soft mattress, his hot, wet mouth roving freely over her titties. Linda twisted on the small bed, feeling Bob's hip bones bump hers. He was plowing the shaft of his dick up and down against her belly. She could feel the sliding of his balls against her swollen cuntlips. His hard, thick-muscled legs pinned hers to the wrinkled, sweat-stained bedspread.
Linda twisted her head to one side and gasped for air. She dug her fingernails into the flesh at the bottom of his neck, moving her other hand between their grinding bellies. Guessing what she was doing, Bob hunched up and made room for her fingers. When the girl found she was touching the drooling tip of his hard boner Linda cried out again. But still, the girl didn't back down.
She'd always wanted to know what a male cock felt like--ever since she'd seen those pictures of men with huge erections in her sex education book. She'd seen some of the boys on the athletic field running around in their silky shorts, their cocks and balls jiggling. But to see Bob's cock stiff, ready for her, that was something altogether different!
Clenching her teeth together, Linda curled her fingers around Bob's cock. The big athlete moaned, his body shivering from her light touch. Letting his head drop into the nape of her neck, he hunched his thighs back and forth, feeding his hot, pulsing meat in and out of the girl's palm.
Linda was surprised at the way his cock felt. It was hot and hard as steel, but the flesh moved easily over that central core of steeliness. And toward it's head the sensation was completely different. It flared out into a kind of mushroom shape, and there was a slit at the top. Flicking her thumb over it, she felt something wet and greasy glide onto her hand. It had to be some of that cum she'd heard so much about. Men leaked that when they were excited, letting the woman know they were ready for fucking.
"Hey, I'm gonna blow my nuts out if you keep doin' that."
Linda slipped her fingers back until she could gather up the loose-hanging flesh of Bob's balls. Her breathing was tight and shallow. She was doing things that terrified her. And yet how wonderfully exciting they were! Her pussy was as tight as a wrestler's fist. She could feel her cunt muscles knotting up, relaxing, then knotting up again.
Linda had never been this hot before. The crazy, wonderful sensation between her slender legs was horrifying her. And yet, how wonderful it would be if Bob could take care of her without shoving his cock into her hot, swampy hole!
"Yeah, yeah," Bob moaned, closing his eyes and jerking his head up. Linda fondled his balls, feeling the shape of them through the thin leathery skin. When she gently squeezed them, rolling them against one another, Bob's breathing caught. She could feel his cock sliding faster and faster over her flat smooth belly, slicking down her hot flesh over a thin slick layer of cum. Then Bob was moving his head down, kissing her thunderous boobs again. He was sliding fingers under the elastic waistband of her panties. Linda's mind whirled. Should she let him strip her completely? Would she be able to stop anything then?
"Don't! Don't!" she protested, her fingers curling and digging into the loose bedspread. No, she couldn't let him take off her panties. There would be no stopping him then. Linda sucked in a deep breath and dug her chin into Bob's shoulder. She knew he wanted those panties off, knew he wanted to fuck her.
"I said stop!" Linda cried in a loud voice. Both of them froze, wondering if that cry alerted anyone. When no one was heard scrambling up the stairs, both Linda and Bob breathed more easily.
"Alright, alright, I'll get off another way," the big athlete said, slightly disgusted. Linda sighed with relief, though she wondered what else he could do.
CHAPTER TWO
"Ohh, it feels so good, so good," Linda moaned, twisting on the bed. Bob was burrowing his mouth into the hollows of her neck. He smoothed his hands down the sides of her body, feeling how her waist dipped in so tiny, then tracing the swell of her womanish thighs. His cock had slipped lower and lower, now throbbing almost under her juicing cuntal mound. She'd soaked her panty crotch with frothing cunt juice. Bob was pumping his cock against that nylon-covered jagged crack. Linda could tell where the ridged crown of his cockhead was. It was pushing the sheer material up between her pussylips.
The new, crazy sensation was good. Linda closed her eyes and sucked in her lip, biting down until she could taste the salty flavor of her blood. She rolled her ass up to increase the friction of her soppy cuntlips against Bob's cock. Her juicing cunt soaked him with slickness as well. Linda could tell that was exciting him as much as his cock excited her.
Oh, how wonderful it felt--better than what her mother and the others had told her. How little control she had! So this was how girls fell off the deep edge, got pregnant without really knowing how.
Linda had heard of girls doing that. She always felt they should have known enough to keep out of trouble. But now, thrashing and writhing under Bob's expert manipulations, the young blonde could see how a girl could go "all the way" without realizing what had actually happened until it was all over.
Oh, oh, it all felt so slick and warm and wet down there. She'd let Bob push her thighs apart and now she couldn't be sure what had happened to her panties. They were still on, but her cunt had gotten so slick and hot. The velvety rub of her pussy against Bob's cockhead seemed too real! Oh, was he going to fuck her?
"Bob, Bob," Linda moaned. She was trying to slip one hand down between them to find out. She touched his shaft and balls, then finally found the steamy drenched place where her cuntlips had been mashed to the side.
"God, nooo!" Linda cried. Her panty crotch had been twisted to one side too, stretched into the small valley between her thigh and one cuntlip. Bob's cockhead was touching her pussy, actually touching that sensitive meat! Linda shuddered with terror and excitement. Why was it so exciting to know a dick was so close to her cherry? But it was horribly exciting!
Frantically the girl tried to pull the narrow nylon band back over her exposed cunt. But the slick material slipped from between her cold, trembling fingertips. Bob's cock gouged steadily at her. He grabbed her thin body and held it hard against him, trapping her small wrist between their sweaty bellies.
"Bob, stop, please stop! No, I don't want you to do that to me! No, it's not right! I'll scream for my mother! Honest I will! Please, don't do that!" Linda cried.
But Bob wasn't paying much attention to her. His open mouth wetted her neck and chin. She felt him catch her head with both hands and smother her protests with a passionate kiss. She whimpered into his mouth, her nostrils flaring with sexual heat and fear as he fucked his hips against her. He was trying to slide down, trying to change the angle of his cock against her cunt. Linda knew why. She suddenly flailed at his humping back with her small fists, driving her heels against the backs of his legs. He had found that shallow spot where she knew her cuntal mouth was. He was pushing hard, driving his dick against the nylon band. He wanted to get into her, spread apart her virginal membranes with his fat, slick cockhead.
"Damn it, stop it, stop it!" Linda sobbed.
"Fuck, it feels so good, baby, so good," Bob groaned into her ear.
Linda couldn't stop him. He had her pinned to the bed in a helpless position. She couldn't even get her hands down to hurt him. She couldn't make him stop fucking her. A sob choked her. Why had she let it go so far? She thought she could stop him. And now he was so close to that steamy, hairy, slick hole. Images of his dick pressing against the twisted, slick nylon rope of her panty crotch, and Bob's fat drooling dickhead sliding up and down against her cuntlips burned through her mind.
The steady, sleek friction against her cuntlips was doing something to her as well. There was a tight, hot feeling building up inside her. Climax, orgasm--the words she'd heard over and over again--that, she was sure, was building up inside her in spite of the terror of Bob's fucking cock. The building tension, the mounting thrill made every nerve ending in her body splutter with sexual electricity. She gasped for air, hardly able to breathe. The muscles in her calves and thighs ached as she struggled under the weight of Bob's humping body. Oh God, she actually wanted him to fuck her! And yet there was the fear of what would happen, of her getting pregnant! Oh, how could she ever explain something like that to her parents?
"Oh honey, please, let me fuck you. Jesus, I can't hold back much longer."
When Bob tried to push against her cunny mouth, Linda tilted her pussy so he'd slide up along her pussy slit again, moving his prick over the pulsating tip of her clitty. She could feel the room spinning faster and faster. If only she could hold out for a few more seconds. If only she could keep him from driving his prick into her cuntmouth and burst her cherry, Linda was sure it would come out all right.
"OHHHHH!" Linda moaned. She was so close. Bob bucked his hips forward, crying out with a raspy moan. But Linda was fast, tilting her hips again so the swollen underside of his cockhead slid against her clitty. Something hot suddenly sprayed out of the tiny slit at the top of his prickshaft and oozed over her clitty. Instinctively Linda rocked her body, snapping her knees together and bucking up against the big athlete.
"Cummmmm!" Bob cried.
Linda screamed back, bucking her ass wildly. The slimy jizz filled the valley between her thighs as the stiff, shooting cockshaft slopped back and forth. The girl cried out again and again, a hungry pleasure racing through her body. She felt her pussylips being smeared with hot cum. She could feel hot powerful jets of it each time Bob's balls contracted and pushed out more and more of the hot, greasy cum.
The young athlete was going crazy on top of her. His full muscular weight was crushing her into the soft mattress, making the small bed creak and groan as the two of them twisted, writhed and grunted with the final, mind-blasting release of their pent-up sexual tensions.
Linda could tell he was frantic to get inside her.
She could feel him hunching back, making one last jabbing thrust at her pussy mouth. But the spurting slick cum shot out again and he slipped sideways, spraying gobs of the white jizz down the inside of her left thigh.
Linda gasped out loudly, wriggling her narrow ass from right to left to feel that spraying cock rub her clitty again. Oh God, how good that stiff, shooting thing felt against the rubbed raw nerve endings at the head of her sex spindle! Bob reached down with both hands, grabbing at the plump yet firm cheeks of her ass. He pumped his cock and balls against her pussy, gasping and grunting like a maniac.
"Ohhhhh, that's the best, the best," Linda groaned. The sharp, almost painful spasms of orgasm drifted past her. She felt light as a feather, drifting off in a cloud of pleasurable experience. She'd managed to cum with a boy on top of her, and yet keep him from ramming his dick inside her. That, Linda was sure, had to be something to crow about to the girls tomorrow.
Bob was still pawing her, his hands now jammed between their still-moving bodies. Linda drank in the delicious sensation of the football quarterback's hard, hairy body rubbing across her sweaty flesh. It had to be one of the best sensations in the world! Her eyelids fluttered open and she gasped in another lung full of air. She could feel his cock growing softer as the wads of jizz stopped shooting out of his dickhead. Bob's quick, jerking, hunching movements slowly ended with a serpent-like crawling over her body.
Linda hummed deliciously, running her fingertips along the handsome athlete's big shoulders. How small she felt under this big man. What if he were suddenly to raise one paw-like fist and pummel her with blows, smash her against the wall? What could she do? She was helpless with someone the size and build of Bob.
What am I thinking of? Linda said to herself, shaking those sick thoughts out of her mind. No, she didn't want to be abused like that. No, something like that was sick, perverted, demented. No, she wanted a man, but someone who would be gentle.
"We'd better get downstairs," Bob whispered in her right ear. Linda could tell he was disappointed. He'd wanted to fuck her, ream out her pussy with his hard, hot cock, and she'd stopped him from doing that. Well, even if it meant she'd never see him again, the young blonde thought that was better than giving yourself over to anyone who whistled. There were a couple of girls like that in school.
But that seemed so long ago. Now Linda brought her mind back to reality and her uncle's farm. Glancing at her watch, Linda saw it was six-thirty, time for Brad Dennis to be coming in for dinner. He sat at her uncle's kitchen table, a position he felt he deserved, being foreman of the large farm and now having taken over even the financial end of the business while her uncle lay helpless upstairs.
Pushing herself away from the tree, the young blonde heard the dogs barking louder. Brad was coming home, a time Linda dreaded with every fiber of her soul. She turned and ran quickly back to the house, pulling open the screen door and running into the dark living room. How cool and comfortable it felt in here. If only Brad wouldn't come in tonight and sit at that table, staring at her as if she were some piece of raw meat ready to be snatched up and eaten.
Rushing to the kitchen, the girl fished out the frying pan and cook pot, starting dinner while her mind whirled on and on about Brad. Actually he was extremely handsome in his dark, overpowering way. She'd heard stories about his strange sexual exploits in town, stories that strangely excited her as well as terrified her. Apparently he enjoyed humiliating women, making them do the most degrading things before he finally fucked them and satisfied himself.
Linda did all she could to discourage the man, wearing the most modest of clothes....
That thought suddenly ripped through Linda's mind. That oppressive, dry desert heat had made the girl strip down to almost nothing. Now she was standing in front of the stove with dinner simmering in the fry pan, wearing the most sexually inviting outfit a girl could dredge up.
Letting out a little cry of fear, Linda reached out and turned down the flame under the pan, then turned and ran from the kitchen. She had to get to her bedroom and change. If Brad were to see her like this....
"Well, good to see you've finally changed into something more sensible for this kind of weather. You've been parading around here like a nun for the past few days." It was Brad, standing spread-legged in the middle of the living room.
Behind him Linda could see the two German shepherds sitting on their haunches, their long pink tongues hanging limply from the sides of their mouths. Brad's boots were caked with dust that also clung to his Levi's and wide opened blue flannel work shirt. His darkly tanned face was streaked with sweat that also plastered his black, long hair to his skull. His black bushy moustache seemed to bristle with excitement.
Linda felt herself automatically put her mind on guard. Stepping back, she wondered how she could get past this big man without arousing him. Show no fear, she told herself, standing wide-eyed in the kitchen doorway.
"I don't parade around. Besides, it's hot today. I couldn't stand wearing jeans again."
"Good, good," Brad said, wiping the corners of his mouth with his big hairy right hand. Linda could feel those piercing eyes of his undressing her again. His cheeks quivered with excitement, and there was that familiar bulge between his legs. It reminded her of Bob's initial excitement when he first cornered her in the bedroom. But this tube-like protrusion was much thicker and longer than the quarterback's. It looked like a long, thick club, something that could split open her pussy with one fast thrust.
Linda snapped herself to, moving slowly along one wall while keeping her eyes riveted on the big foreman's face. She could see he was enjoying this, enjoying the hell out of making her cower and tremble while he did nothing but look at her. A flash of rage and a strange powerful flash of lust shot through the girl's mind as she neared the stairwell. Just a few more feet and she'd turn around, run up the stairs to her room and safety. She never slept with the door unbolted any more.
"Where's my dinner?" Brad blurted out suddenly. Linda let out a sharp cry as the thunderous sound of his voice echoed through the big living room. Brad threw back his handsome head and let out a sharp laugh. "So, I scare you, eh? Come on, what did I ever do to scare you?"
Before Linda could have a chance to answer, the big ranch hand moved quickly, his right arm shooting out. Linda cried out again when she felt his big calloused fingers wrap around her wrist.
"Let me go!" the girl cried out, terrified. She felt Brad wheel her around and draw her close to his body. She could smell the odor of dust and dirt clinging to his sweaty shirt and jeans. As much as she hated and feared this big man, that masculine odor made Linda tremble with an unknown lust. She could feel her nipples poking up, stiffening, pushing against the sheer material of her halter. If he looked down he'd know she was getting excited.
And that maddening itch between her legs--it was there again, only this time much stronger than it was with Bob. She felt all hot and wet and messy down there.
"I like it when my women show a little respect for me," he said, lowering his face onto Linda's. The girl shrank back, whimpering as the big fingers tightened painfully on her wrist. He was going to break her arm. The young blonde was sure he'd cripple her right there in the living room. Her heart beat wildly. Her nostrils flared while her eyes widened. Linda could feel her senses sharpened. Every noise, every touch was magnified a hundred times. She felt herself leaning to the right as Brad twisted her wrist around until she thought it would break. Her head fell back limply while sweat broke out on her forehead.
"Let me go or I'll scream," Linda hissed between her teeth.
She felt a strange power welling up inside her to counter Brad's initial attack. She saw the tense smile droop instantly on the handsome foreman's face. He twisted her wrist quickly a few more degrees, making her bones pop from the pressure, Linda winced and cried out, then felt Brad let her go. She staggered back until she could feel the wooden end table by the stairs with the backs of her legs. Behind her was a brass lamp, the phone and a writing tablet. Quickly jerking her arm backward, the young blonde felt a letter opener.
"You come any closer...." Linda began, wrapping her fingers around the pearl handle of her uncle's letter opener and pulling it around to the front. Brad stopped his approach and stepped back, his eyes taking in the gleaming pointed end of the weapon.
"You goddamned little fuckin' bitch. You think I'm gonna let you get away with this?" he snarled, his thick lips twisting up into a perverted smile.
Linda saw his two rows of large, white square-cut teeth and felt a shiver go through her. What would it be like to go to bed with someone like that? Obviously, some women did. But Linda had the feeling a person didn't just "go to bed" with Brad. She was probably worked. over and didn't have enough fight to protest whatever perversions he put her through afterward.
"Come any closer and I swear I'll use this!" Linda threatened, just as angrily.
Brad took in the situation once more and decided he'd retreat for the time being.
"Alright. You win this round, baby. But remember, we've got open war now."
Linda shivered again at his threat. To think she'd taken on this savage animal and had won! The young blonde crouched down, holding the letter opener with both hands and indicating with jerky movements for Brad to get out of the house.
"Don't forget to lock your door tonight," he said, swaggering out the living room.
"I'll get my uncle to fire you! I swear I will!" Linda shouted after him.
She stayed in her protective position, back against the stairs until she heard Brad's footsteps die away outside. Letting out a shuddering sigh, the girl almost fainted on the floor. She'd never had to do this sort of thing before. She'd come here only to see how her uncle was getting on. Now she was fighting for her life! Linda felt she had to call her parents tonight and ask them for advice. Should she leave her uncle alone with this maniac? No, that would be the last resort. She had to have someone come up here.
And what was that strange, tingling sensation she felt when Brad was twisting her wrist around, forcing her to the floor and nearly breaking her arm? There was some part of her actually responding positively to that brutality!
"Oh my God," Linda said out loud, shaking off that thought. No, there couldn't be anything to that. It was a freak, just something that happened and wouldn't happen to her again.
Peering over her shoulder apprehensively, the young girl quickly moved from the end table and ran up the stairs, her heart pounding wildly from fear and terror and something else she couldn't quite understand.
As she passed her uncle's room, Linda peered in. The old man was still sleeping, unaware of the scene played just below his bed moments ago. The young blonde sighed with relief. She didn't want her sick uncle to know about Brad, not unless it became absolutely necessary.
Running down the hallway, Linda darted into her small bedroom, slamming the door hard behind her and flipping the bolt. Brad would have to kick the molding off the wall to get in.
And yet, how deliriously evil it would be if the sadistic foreman came in, kicking down the door, his fly unzipped, a fat, hard dick between his hands and a leer on his face. Linda shuddered, trying to drive the thought from her mind. But she could still see his broad chest, rippling with hard criss-crossed muscles, dark from the sun-sweaty, hairy, inches away from her big tits.
"OHHHHH!" the girl cried, sinking to her knees and covering her face with shame. She could feel her clit burning like a glowing jewel. She was cumming-actually having a tiny orgasm right there in her room, thinking about that horrible foreman and what he'd do if he could get in and fuck her!
"God help me, help me!" Linda moaned, lowering her hands to her thighs and stroking the tender flesh. If only that hot, itchy feeling would go away!
CHAPTER THREE
"I'll take care of it, Uncle Paul," Linda said, smiling as she backed out the bedroom and closed the door behind her. It was two days after the incident with Brad. She hadn't been able to reach her parents, and her uncle apparently was growing weaker. The doctor had been over several hours ago and advised taking him to the hospital when she could. There was no rush, but still....
Linda was terrified. Suddenly, on her slender shoulders, all this responsibility was cast. She promised to make dinner, though she doubted her uncle would be able to eat a fork full. Still, a promise was a promise. There was little else she could do. It was raining outside, the wind shaking the house while beating the giant oaks surrounding it back and forth. Linda shivered, hearing the bowling wind outside. She ran quickly down the stairs, flipping on the living room lights as she made her way to the kitchen.
Suddenly the front door burst open with a thunderous crash. The blonde sixteen-year-old screamed, whirling around and protectively raising her arms over her titties. It was Brad, his hair and face dripping with rain. He wore a dark green rain-slickened parka carelessly thrown around his broad shoulders. His jaw was set firmly while his black eyes glittered with that same evil stare.
"What do you want?" the girl cried out, cringing under his gaze. She backed along the wall until she felt the molding of the kitchen doorway.
"The horses, they're spooked. Need help," Brad gasped, holding onto the back of a green Windsor chair.
Linda looked at Brad uncomprehendingly. What was she supposed to do? She stood there, unsure whether she should run away or go out and help this man. The rain blew into the living room, wetting down the carpeting and chairs. Linda shivered again.
"What do you want me to do?"
"We need all the help we can get. You've been around here long enough. Get somethin' on and meet me in the barn," Brad said, turning around and stomping out of the living room as quickly as he burst in.
Linda stood still in the doorway, wondering what she should do. It was her uncle's stock, her responsibility in a way. Letting out another cry the girl ran to the small closet to the right of the stairwell and grabbed her raincoat, flinging it over her shoulders as she ran from the comfort of the living room into the stormy night.
Linda got to the barn and heaved open the door. The rain had plastered her beautiful blonde hair down onto her skull, blinding her as well. She staggered into the semi-dark building, her nose immediately picking up the pungent odor of stale horse piss and shit.
Suddenly the girl felt a big hand clamp itself over her mouth. The coarse palm pressed so tightly against her lips, it felt as if someone had forced her teeth back to cut them. Her head was suddenly twisted as she was pressed against the wall. Linda's eyes widened while her arms flailed. She could feel the loose stubble on the barn floor cutting into the calves of her legs as someone kept pushing her.
"So you thought you were so fuckin' smart, eh? Well; when I get through stickin' my cock up your goddamned precious cunt we'll see just how prim and proper you're gonna be prancin' around here."
It was Brad! He'd tricked her into coming out of her uncle's safe house into this barn where he could do anything with her. The girl tried crying out, twisting wildly in his hard grip. But Brad was too strong. He moved one hand up, twisting his fingers in her hair. He pulled on it, making the girl's eyelids flutter open. She choked and gagged with pain as the hand still remained clamped over her mouth.
Linda tried screaming again, but Brad's hand clamped even more tightly over her mouth. She thought she'd pass out. She wanted to die. To think she'd been saving herself for this--to lose her cherry in a barn to a common field hand! But what else could she do? Fighting Brad would only mean he'd hurt her more. No, she'd have to endure it somehow. Linda kept on shivering with terror and pain, but she stopped trying to choke out a scream.
"Better," Brad whispered into her ear. Linda could still smell the odor of the fields on his body. Oh God, it was horrible to think of, but she was actually getting excited over this man and what he was doing to her. She knew she should be fighting to the death to keep her honor. But suddenly the young blonde felt herself growing hot and heavy. Brad had taken off his rain parka and apparently his shirt as well. She felt a damp stickiness forming between her side and his belly while he pressed himself hard against her body. The sweat seemed to ooze through her blouse to her smooth flesh beneath.
Soon the hand around her mouth loosened and then let go. Linda felt him move his hand down, down until he was grabbing her asscheeks with his fingers. He pinched her and she squealed with pain.
"Baby, I like somebody who's got lots of life in 'em. Shit, you're gonna be dancin' that tight little ass around her all night," Brad said between his tightly clenched teeth.
Linda waited, holding her breath as his hand roamed freely over her ass. Then quickly she felt herself being hurled through the air, thrown onto the hard dirt floor and pounced on with a ferocity that terrified her.
"No, no, NO!" Linda screamed, raising her hands and trying to claw at Brad's face.
But the big foreman was ready for her, keeping out of range of her sharp fingernails while slowly disrobing her. When Linda felt his fingers run under her skirt and attempt to move between her thighs she clamped her legs together. She looked up at the triumphant face towering above her and felt incredibly filthy. Twist as hard as she could, the young blonde couldn't get out of the tight hold Brad had rapped her in.
Even though the girl fought with every bit of her strength, her legs gradually opened from the force of Brad's pressure. Quickly, with one hand, he opened his trousers, unzipping his fly, then pushing the Levi's down to his knees. Linda jerked her head up, opening her eyes fully. She could see a flat long bulge pushing out against the piss-flap of his white cotton jockey shorts. There was a dark stain spreading at the top of the flap where she guessed his dickhead lay. There was movement in the pouch of those straining shorts, a stirring Linda knew meant a hard, hot cock ready and waiting to be stuck up her virginal pussy. That thought made her struggle again.
"Goddamn it, stop it!" Brad snarled, raising his paw-like right hand high above his head. Linda didn't hear him and kept on wriggling and flailing her curled fingers at his face. With a whooshing sound his fist came down, slamming into the girl's right cheek.
"Ugh!" Linda cried, her head snapping to the left. The girl's hair whipped across her pain-contorted face while her tits jiggled in her bra from the force of that blow. Linda felt her knees jerk up and roll to one side while a hot painful sensation radiated over her cheek and chin.
"Fuck, I'm gonna make you give me a goddamned blowjob. You're gonna taste my cum all the way down your goddamned throat."
Linda froze at those words. No, she wasn't going to let him stick his filthy cock in her mouth! She screamed again, jerking her knees up while trying to twist around to the right on her belly.
"Still fighting it, eh?" Brad asked. He bent down and backhanded her mouth. Linda shuddered, the blow's force snapping her head to the other side. This second blow left a red palm print on her face, its force nearly turning her over on her side. "You need a little tenderizing."
Linda lay limply on the ground, her eyes shut while big hot tears rolled out from under her long reddish-blonde lashes. From the struggling and blows, her blouse had been ripped open while her skirt was hiked up to her panty legbands. Small pieces of straw stubble clung to her cheeks, arms and forehead. Opening her eyes, Linda saw Brad reaching down to his belt buckle, drawing it quickly from the loops of his Levi's.
"Don't, don't ... hint me!" she cried, automatically lifting her arms to protect her eyes.
"You're one hell of a fightin' slut. But you need some discipline!" he growled, reaching backward as he stood up. Linda felt him grab her hair again. He dragged her to the center of the barn, then let her fall on her back. The young girl howled, jerking her hands up and trying to knock his fingers away from her hair. Oh God, the pain was killing her! Linda thought she'd faint. And yet, she couldn't help but wonder what else he had in store for her.
When Brad turned around, the buckled end of the belt was in his right hand while the rest of it hung limply down against his right leg. Linda let out a small cry and wiggled away. The stubble on the floor worked up her shitter and cunt hole. Brad walked toward her slowly, his boots crushing the hard dirt as the girl scooted backward. He kept snapping the belt, letting the end strike his wet Levi's. The sound was like the shot of a small gun.
Linda felt that as long as she kept out of his reach she'd be safe. To think he'd actually beat her with that broad, long leather belt! No, he was just trying to frighten her. Men like Brad did things like that.
"Come on, babe, come on," he almost cooed, Linda looked up and could see his cock still straining against his white cotton jockeys. His pants were still wide open, the two halves hanging to either side of his throbbing cloth-imprisoned prong.
Terror knifed through the young blonde.
"No, no," Linda whimpered, her cries getting louder as Brad came closer. "Please, please don't do this. My uncle's been good to you. He would never hurt you. Why are you doing this to me? Let me go and I swear I won't tell anybody."
But Linda's pleas were useless. Instead, they seemed to make Brad hotter and more vicious than before. She slid herself backward, her terror-stricken eyes wide and focused on that big hulk advancing on her. When he was only a few feet in front of her, Linda turned and ran like an animal on all fours. If only she could get to the barn door again she'd break out and run for the highway. Slipping, falling, almost drowning in the mud would be better than ... this.
"Right, right," Brad commented, pleased at her reaction.
Linda tried to make a break for the door. But the big handsome foreman was too quick for her, stepping in front of her proposed path of escape. The girl cried out, shrinking back against the wall Brad had pushed her against minutes ago.
"The race is over." He snapped the belt.
Linda tried covering herself as he brought the black leather belt down. It slashed across her blouse, tearing the garment from her shoulders and leaving it a shredded piece of useless material. Brad ran forward, curling his fingers around the small strap holding the two cups of her bra together. With savage downward tugs, he finally tore the halter from the girl's flesh.
"Oh!" Linda cried, her arms jerking up automatically to cover her naked, hanging tits. Then another blow sliced the flesh along her ribs, just under her left tit.
"All!" the girl screamed, her body jerking as if someone had touched it with an electric cattle prod.
Linda twisted to one side, then felt her knees give way as she sank to the ground. Desperately she tried to gather the remains of her black, stained skirt around her white thighs. Oh, he'd hurt her badly if he started beating her there with that belt.
But Brad was too quick again, hitting her wrists painfully with one edge of the leather strap. The impact of the belt against her flesh sent sharp cracking sounds through the empty barn. Again and again the strap whooshed through the air. The tip chewed the flesh along her inner thighs and her titties. Still screaming mindlessly, Linda rolled onto her belly and started crawling back toward the barn door.
But it was useless. It all seemed so useless. Brad was going to flail her skin from her bones. Why should she fight him? Her brain whirled while the blows actually seemed to grow pleasurable.
"This'll give me more room," Brad growled, growing so excited he could barely speak. Reaching down with his free hand the big foreman tore the zipper of her skirt down, ripping open the waistband, and finally pulling the garment off the moaning girl. Her panties came next, shredded by Brad's animal-like pawings. In moments, Linda had been stripped, laid bare to his maniac. A thin layer of salty sweat glimmered on the girl's body while more pieces of itchy stubble clung to her wet flesh.
Backing down, Brad raised his right arm again and brought the belt down. It tore across her soft right buttocks, making Linda's head snap back and her eyes bulge out. Her slender fingers curled into the barn dirt while every muscle in her body tensed for the next blow. A large, triangular-shaped welt rose from her creamy ass flesh.
Another blow and Linda recoiled, shoving her tits into the dirt. For another moment the girl felt dizzy. The belt brought her around once more. The needle sharp heat radiating through her buttocks seemed to be stimulating her clitty in a strange way. It was almost like the feeling she had several days ago when she came just thinking about Brad and what he'd do to her if he had her alone. Well, now she knew. And now Linda was experiencing that tight, hot, wet sensation in her cunny.
Again and again the belt slashed the blonde teenager's lithe body, making her roll from side to side. Brad smiled, grinding his teeth in sadistic pleasure as he watched Linda's body tremble under his blows. He stroked his cock every now and then to relieve the terrible pressure building up in his dickhead.
"Fuck this shit!" Brad said, throwing the belt away.
"Y-you're gong to let me go?" Linda stammered in disbelief.
Brad only answered with a chuckle, curling his fingers around the elastic waistband of his jockeys and peeling them down. Linda's eyes widened when she saw his long cock slip from behind its cotton prison. It was the biggest, thickest thing she'd ever seen, and he was going to stick that thing in her tight, virginal hole? No, no, he'd split her apart with that thing. It had to be at least eight inches long and four inches in circumference. The dark blue veins, wrapped like thick ropes around the steely shaft, throbbed with an intensity both frightening and exciting the young blonde. Two coconut-sized and colored sacs jiggled at the base of his fat dickroot, his balls screwing up tightly to the throbbing rod.
Linda's eyes traveled the length of that big stalk, going from the black-haired base to the purplish, widely flared tip where a drop of pre-cum hung. Linda licked her lips involuntarily, feeling a wild battle going on inside her. She was terrified, and felt degraded, wishing there were something like that letter opener on her uncle's desk she could grab and stick into Brad's chest.
Yet, at the same time the young blonde couldn't ignore an urgent, pulsing itch quickly becoming an ache between her trembling legs. There was a kind of musky bitterness in her pussyhole as her labes grew more bloated and red with blood.
"You're gonna get the fuckin' of your life," Brad said, taking one last look at her, then flinging himself on top of her.
Linda cried out, closing her eyes and biting her lower lip until she could taste blood. He was crushing her with his hard muscular weight. Then there was that hot, slippery thing working along her inner thighs, sliding toward her hot, greasy fuckhole. Linda struggled, flailing Brad's hairy back with her fingernails.
But the big foreman was too worked up to be thinking about what was happening to his flesh. He kissed her neck, sucking hard until the girl thought he would tear it from her throat. She felt his hands pinching and smoothing down her flesh. Now he was fondling her titties, cruelly pinching the nipples until they were blue from the intense pressure. Then he was pushing the two of them together, licking them, sucking on the nipples until he almost drew milk, then back to her throat while his hands clawed and pawed at her flat belly.
And all the while Linda could feel that tube-like cock sliding up and down the narrow crease between her right leg and torso. He was riding on a thick layer of pre-cum and sweat, enjoying the teasing sensation of his hot dickhead rubbing against her silky wet flesh.
"Okay, babe. If you're a fuckin' virgin, this is one hell of a way to start," Brad said, scooping her legs up in his arms and tossing them onto his shoulders. Linda felt horribly exposed. She was straddling this strange man, her pussy wide open, exposed, split apart, ready for ... for fucking!
"NO, NO, NOOOOO!" the blonde cried, tearing at the air with her sharp fingernails. But it was useless. Brad leaned forward, his cock pressing against the mouth of her tight, hot little cunny. His knees were pushed up against her asscrack and his dickhead was edging down against the swollen cuntlips.
"Yeah, yeah. Oh baby, you're sure good. You sure feel fuckin'-A good," Brad sighed, sweat pouring down his face. He pushed forward with his hairy, muscular ass. His thick dickhead worked inside, edging past her bloated outer labes, then finally pushing back the smaller inner cuntlips and entering the dark, tumid fuckhole Linda had hoped would remain virginal until she married.
"OH, GOD, NO, NO, NO!" the blonde teenager screamed hysterically. She was jerking and writhing on the floor like a speared fish. Her face was pinched, a mask of pain and humiliation. Her mouth, a tight scar, emitted small, grunting, strangely animal-like sounds. The cords stood out in her neck while Brad twisted his body around, Linda could feel his dick working inside her, pushing aside the virginal membranes, sinking deeper and deeper into her swampy hole.
This man was raping her, fucking her in a barn! And the horrible truth was that she enjoyed it! Oh God, as much as she fought and screamed and tried tearing at this foreman's face, she enjoyed every second of it! The shame, the humiliation, the degradation of the moment was actually like a forbidden spice exciting Linda as she'd never been before.
"Gonna pop that cherry. You're gonna feel real good when that little fucker goes."
Linda moaned again as the spongy thick head reamed out her tight, wet little passage. His cockshaft disappeared inch by inch. And then suddenly Linda felt him hit her cherry.
"Hang on!" he warned. The girl cried, then felt Brad's body stiffen. It was the end of her maidenhood, and the beginning of ... of what?
CHAPTER FOUR
"We're gonna be fuckin' real good now," Brad whispered in a tight, thick voice.
"Ohhhhh!" Linda cried as she felt her pussy being stretched wider and wider to take in his club-like dick.
Brad moved his hands up, grabbing her big tits. He rubbed his calloused thumbs over the titty tips hard, making Linda cry out with a mixture of pain and ecstasy. She snapped her legs inward, hitting the sides of Brad's humping body. Oh, it felt so good to have a man's hot dick inside her virginal cunt. So this is how it felt--oh, so much better than anyone had ever told her! Teasingly the young blonde wiggled her ass from side to side, increasing the friction of Brad's sinking dick against her cuntal membranes. Every dark pink hollow and fold of her pussy was wet with juice, dripping with excitement while the big foreman's cock pushed aside the slicked flesh and drilled deeper and deeper.
Once more he hit her cherry, pushing down hard, threatening to tear it from its hold.
"Hurt, hurt!" Linda gasped, her eyelids fluttering open. She held onto Brad's shoulders, her fingernails digging into his flesh. The balls of her feet beat against his lower back as the big man kept on trying to break through the small wall of flesh. She was twisting under him, her hip bones grinding against his, her titties flattened on her chest that heaved with terror and excitement. Sweat trickled down from her forehead and burned into her eyes.
"Fuck!" Brad cried, hunching down hard.
Linda stiffened, suddenly feeling her cherry pop open, bursting its seams and flying to pieces. The girl's body stiffened and trembled while her legs shot out behind Brad's ass. Her head snapped from side to side while a wild, animal-like expression crossed the young blonde cheerleader's face. Brad could feel her body quivering like a tightly drawn bowstring. Then just as suddenly, Linda went limp, a low sigh escaping from her parted lips.
"Don't give me that fainting virgin shit, baby. You've been hot for dickmeat all this time. You ain't gonna crap out on me now."
Linda felt herself drifting back to reality. She could feel that sore spot in her pussy being rubbed soothingly by Brad's plunging dick. Each time the shaft rushed by the sore area Linda tensed, feeling the pain radiate through her body.
But soon that pain was replaced by a delicious hot, tight sensation overriding her initial agony. Soon she was actually enjoying what was happening to her, feeling that hard, thick dick stretching a part of her that had never had a cock in it before. She moaned, rolling her head from side to side. Pieces of straw caught in her tangled blonde strands while more sweat made her twisting body glisten in the dim barn light. She could feel the stubble working its way into her asscrack and even into her shitter. But Linda didn't care. All she could think of was that delicious stretching, hot itchy, pulsing sensation.
"Uh, uh, uh," Linda grunted with each forward thrust. The animal was flailing her now, pile-driving deep ino her cunny. The young blonde felt the rushing of his cock was it ripped through her tight cunt. Before she knew it he was hammering against her clit. The young blonde thought of all those rope-like veins and felt a spasm of delight ripple through her pussy.
"Yeah, babe, good and tight. Fuck, you weren't lyin' to me before. That's good. I like a broad who's not shittin' me. We're gonna have a good time. Yessir, a fuckin' good time."
Brad grunted this out, reaming the girl's cunt, trenching it out with his stiffening prong. He could feel the cum oozing out of his swinging balls, packing down in the central tube of his fucking shaft, wadding up in his cockhead, waiting for the trigger to be sprung. Linda was grunting with the force of his fucking blows. Her pussy was being stretched wide open for the first time by the working of his strokes. His cock seemed to be ballooning out until Linda felt she was going to come apart.
"Ohhhh!" the girl moaned as a flash of fire raced through her pussy. She felt her arms fly around the big man's neck, trying to pull him harder against her sweaty, twisting" body. Her ass ground up to meet him while her entire body clutched him. She forgot who he was and what he was doing to her. All the girl could think of now was that wonderful ripping, rushing sensation of hot cockmeat spreading apart her meaty cuntal walls, stretching them, making them tense and grab at the driving meat.
"FUUUUCK!" Brad cried.
"Oh, oh!" Linda cried back, realizing what was happening. She was cumming, just like Bob did so many months ago. Only this time all that jizz was going inside, filling her up, spattering against her virginal cuntal walls. Brad was shouting like a madman while he worked his thick-muscled hips like a pile driver.
"Gonna cum, baby? Go on, cut it loose. Let me feel it!" Brad grunted.
Linda felt an explosion building up somewhere inside her body. She could feel her thigh and ass muscles tightening up into pre-orgasmic tenseness. Already her cuntal muscles were grabbing at that wriggling, shooting cock. She was ready for the big end to her virginity!
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" the young blonde cried out, her head snapping from side to side while her shoulders dug into the dirt and shook. Her belly ballooned out, then caved in while her mouth opened and emitted strangled sobs of painful delight. Her titties rolled together, then fell apart, jiggling like two creamy bowls of jello. Linda could feel scalding jets of something sticky burn into her pussy. Oh God, didn't it ever stop? She could feel her cunt walls spasming as her pussymeat clutched around the foreman's spraying dick. She danced her ass around the floor, squeezing her legs against the big man's sides, begging for something-for an end to the delicious torment of teetering on the brink of climax.
"OHHHHHHH!" Linda felt Brad lose his entire load inside her. He pushed his body down hard and held it there, sealing them together with a glue of cum and sweat. The young blonde squirmed and struggled, feeling herself falling over the edge into the abyss of orgasm. Her cries echoed through the large empty barn. Linda almost lost consciousness, barely aware of the violent reaction she had to the mind-splitting orgasm raking her cunt.
"You're one hot momma," Brad commented as the girl's struggles and cries weakened. Linda finally collapsed into an exhausted heap, her body limp from the exertion of a wild cum.
"Please, please, let me go now."
Linda felt herself unable to fight anymore. All she wanted was some corner she could crawl into and hide. She'd been horribly insulted and vilified by this strange man. How would she be able to look at herself in the mirror? Try as hard as she might, Linda knew she'd only see the image of a girl who willingly gave herself to this man who brutalized her first, then fucked her without a struggle.
"Are you kidding? No way, baby. I'm gonna get as much pleasure out of you as I can," Brad said, pulling back and yanking his softening dick from her slackening cunt.
Linda lay quietly, watching him as he pulled up his Levi's and closed his zipper. The young girl brushed the tangled blonde strands of hair from her eyes, wondering what other humiliation he had planned for her.
"They say," he began, walking slowly toward the rear of the barn but keeping his black sparkling eyes fastened on her, "This isn't a night for a dog to be out. Well, baby, you don't think I'd put my dogs out, eh?"
Linda wrinkled up her forehead. What was he getting at?
"Here Shadow, here King," Brad said in a friendly voice, crouching down and clapping his big hands together. From the darkness Linda could hear barking, then the sounds of paws pattering over the straw. In an instant she saw the two large German shepherds that had terrified her from the day she spotted them. Their black bushy tails wagged back and forth while their dark pink tongues hung from one corner of each of their mouths. Linda saw Brad reach out and rub their big powerful heads, playing with their pointed ears, saying meaningless things to them while she lay like a piece of dirt on the floor.
When he tired of this, the big foreman stood up and walked over to Linda. The girl threw back her shoulders automatically, cringing against the wooden wall behind her.
The two dogs saw this and growled, peeling back their black rubbery lips in a hellish grin and revealing two rows of white criss-crossed teeth, Linda shivered with horror. Was he going to feed her to the dogs like some piece of well worked over meat?
"Sit up," Brad ordered. Linda didn't dare disobey. Obediently she straightened up, pressing her small back against the wooden wall. She could feel the weight of her large titties pulling at her chest while she pushed her legs straight out in front of her. "Spread 'em," the big man ordered, pointing to her legs.
Again the girl did as she was told, not understanding what was about to happen.
"Shadow, here," Brad said, first pointing at the big black and white German Shepherd, then moving his finger in the direction of Linda's exposed cunt.
"No!" the girl cried, suddenly aware of what he was going to make her do.
"Listen, you do as you're told and I'll have you outta here in no time. Don't cross me, babe," Brad said, lifting his hand threateningly. Linda winced at the upraised hand, then let out a cry of hopeless terror, leaving her legs spread wide apart for the crouching, approaching big animal.
"Go on, boy, good hot cuntmeat for you."
Linda's eyes bulged out, her hands to her sides and her fingers curled into the loose ground under her ass while her shoulders and legs trembled with nervous terror. She watched the big German shepherd inch closer toward her, his body trembling while the hair on the nape of his neck stood up. His big tail was between his powerful hindquarters while his nostrils quivered with the scent of old cum and cunt juice. She watched his pointed ears flatten back while his dark brown eyes rolled from side to side. His muscles tensed, relaxed, then tensed again as heedged up to her knees. No, no, no," Linda said to herself. No, she couldn't "No, no, no," Linda said to herself. No, she couldn't let something like this happen to her. It was unreal. She'd been in her uncle's home only a few minutes ago, speaking to him. She was a young girl. No, this happened only in other countries to bad women. It couldn't happen to someone like her!
And yet there was the big dog, his nose getting closer and closer to her exposed cunny. Oh God, when would it all end?
Linda's knees trembled as the dog suddenly bolted toward her, his cold black nose prodding her hungrily between her splayed thighs.
"AHHHH!" Linda cried, stiffening and arching her back while hunching up her cunt at the same time. The tendons stood out on her thighs and legs as she pushed up from the sudden freezing contact with the animal's snout. It was horrible, impossible. She tried struggling backward, but there was nothing back there but a wall. Shadow was growling deep in his throat--a growl of warning as well as of excitement. She tried closing her legs, but a warning snap of those powerful jaws made the girl quiet down. No, there was no escape from the brutal bestial rape she was sure she'd have to endure.
"This, this can't be happening," the girl cried, moving her back along the wall. Suddenly the dog lunged forward again, placing his powerful paws on her tits. Linda cried out in terror, finding herself suddenly looking into the panting dog's eyes. With another sharp scream she fell flat on her back to the ground, her fingers clawing at the dirt until her nails broke.
Strangely the girl began to feel her cunt throb and pulse at this attack. The moment she'd given up struggling she felt her recently violated pussy responding to this animal attack. With every move she made she could feel the velvet wetness of her cunt rubbing together. She thought of all that cum still inside, mixed with her pussy juice, and a flash of lust ripped through her.
The dog sensed the girl's growing excitement and stuck his nose under her heating cuntal mound. Linda responded with a small cry, snapping her knees together and trapping the big dog's head between her thighs.
Shadow growled, his voice muffled in the soft hot flesh of her legs. Linda cried out, throwing her head back, her mouth parted, her ass dancing wild circles around the floor. She couldn't believe how wonderful that German shepherd's snout and tongue felt around her hot, wet cunt flesh.
Oh God, what was she doing-actually turning on to this animal!
But there was little she could do. She felt so hot, so heavy, so excited by this growling beast between her legs. And her cunt had been worked over so well by Brad before. Now it was primed, ready to cum again and again and again.
With a shuddering sigh, Linda fell back against the wall, her knees sagging apart. She fanned out her toes, running them slowly over the soft straw stubble on the dirt floor. The big dog had pushed forward again, his bushy tail wagging back and forth, touching first one, then the other trembling knee. He was whining, wiggling his strong body back and forth as he stood before her.
Linda felt petrified. Yet at the same time something told her Shadow would do nothing to harm her. The first touch of his tongue had made her belly turn over with disgust and fear. But now, something unnamed rose in her once more, making her respond wildly to the big dog's tongue.
"Oh, nooo, oh ... oh mm-my god!"
Linda was opening her pussy to him. She was on the ground, digging her shoulders into the ground, rocking her body from side to side while her blonde hair tangled in knots around her slender throat. Shadow saw what he was doing to her and went wild. His tongue slopped over the tender inner flesh of each thigh, each lick bringing more and more hot juice bubbling from between her bloated, dark pink cuntlips. It was a wonderful, marvelous friction. Her knees sagged apart once more like the wings of a butterfly while Linda dragged her fingers over her heaving belly.
Oh, how hot and wet she felt down there. And how tight Shadow's licking was making her pussy! How Linda wanted someone to take care of that itchy, achy pressure building up in her cunny. But to have a dog do that to her--no! That would be unmentionable. No, it was one thing to have an animal licking you off. Even that was going along the road of a sickie. But to have one fuck you--no, that was too dark.
"Ummmmmmm," Linda cried.
Shadow was nuzzling his cold black nose between her cuntlips tenderly. Linda guessed he was tasting her. She was something like a delicious piece of dogmeat for him. Gently and delicately his long pink tongue washed over her inner cuntlips, then slipped up to her unsheathed, stiffened clit. Linda shuddered, sucking in a ragged breath. She raked her fingertips over the dirt, shifting her ass from side to side. It was wonderful having the dog lick her there. But if only something could fill her up!
"Ohhh," Linda sighed. She was resting on his belly now, nuzzling his snout between the girl's parted thighs. She could feel his hot breath tickle over her cuntal curls as he drenched her pussy over and over again with his spit.
Linda was going wild. She rocked her body from left to right. Her thunderous tits jiggled from the force of her jerks while sweat poured over her body. The girl's face was a mask of wild, untamed lust. Linda didn't care what was happening to her any more. She knew there was an animal between her white, shivering legs. Yes, it was a terrible thing for her to do willingly. But oh God, what else was she supposed to do? He'd tear her apart if she tried to fight him off. No, it was better not even to think about why she was doing this. She was being forced to take that German shepherd's tongue. Yes, when you're forced, you can't answer for what you did.
Slowly, Linda reached down her belly to find Shadow's broad snout and his mouth. She moved her fingers over her squishy, messy, steamy, hairy cunt. Suddenly she felt something hot and wet lick across her knuckles and knew it was Shadow's tongue. He licked between her fingers, bathing her palms and wrists with his spittle, then moved down to catch more of her dripping cunt juice oozing out from between the blonde teenager's cuntlips.
Then he moved down, bathing the bottom of her asscheeks, then moved back to her tiny shitter. Linda felt so wet, so hot, so horny with that big dog around her. The insides of her thighs, the bottom of her asscheeks, her cunt, all were dripping with the dog's spittle. Oh God, when would it all end?
Linda tried to fight up through the lust settling over her mind like a red fog. But her arms trembled, her legs were far too weak to respond.
"That's a good bitch. You sure turn on to them doggies fast," Brad said, surprised at the girl's sudden attraction to Shadow.
He'd forced several other young girls to submit to the dogs. But most of them he had to beat half senseless. And then they were almost unconscious, oblivious to the dog's attention. But this one-well, Linda was different. Brad had no doubts about her virginity. But this number was hotter than anything he'd ever seen before. She must have been bottling up all these perverted lusts for years, and now that they were turned loose, the girl was a maniac for a fuck.
"OHHHHH!" Linda cried. Weakly she raised her hands, fanning them out, curling them around the big dog's furry pointed ears. She humped her back, pressing her swollen cunny up against his muzzle. The pink wet tongue drove up and down her pussy crack. It felt so good, so hot and good! Her clit burned as if set on fire with gasoline. Oh, it wouldn't last forever. Soon--very soon--Linda knew she'd be cutting loose, cumming again. Oh Jesus, her first fuck only seconds behind her and already she was cumming again! Linda screamed, tossing her head from right to left as an orgasmic wave punched with such force through her cunt it nearly left the groaning girl unconscious. Shadow backed away and looked up at his master, wondering what he should do next.
CHAPTER FIVE
"OHHHH!" Linda cried, throwing her small, plump ass around in tiny circles. The stinging, deliciously throbbing ache in her cunt was getting worse. She'd cum, but the relief she normally had was not there. Her pussy spasmed, shut, then slowly opened, waiting for more excitement and another climax.
Brad was watching the girl perform with his eyes wide in disbelief. Linda was sobbing, throwing her head from side to side, begging to be fucked, licked, anything to take care of the painful urgency racking her pussy.
"Th-there!" Linda cried, spreading her legs even farther apart. Every tiny hollow of her pussy was peeled back now, exposed completely to the hungry, lapping dog. Shadow nuzzled and licked the hot, messy area. He pressed his cold black snout against her soaking cunt. Linda gasped and babbled to him as he kept on licking her off into another series of orgasmic spasms. Drool leaked from the corner of her mouth. Her eyeballs rolled up into her head while her nostrils flared with excitement. She moved her ass up, let it fall back again, then moved it up once more. Up and down, up and back, faster and faster until she was fucking the German shepherd's mouth.
"Jesus Christ, baby, slow down. You'll have a fuckin' heart attack."
But Linda couldn't slow down. Something evil inside her was urging the pretty blonde sixteen-year-old to keep fucking the dog's tongue with her pussy. Twisting from side to side, the young cheerleader managed to force Shadow's teeth to brush one cuntlip, then the other. The sharp, cutting sensation sent the girl off into another series of spasms. Her muscles twitched and tensed while her head rolled from shoulder to shoulder.
"Uhhhh ... ohhhh...." Linda felt she could die happy doing this. Nothing mattered any more. She was working her ass around in frantic circles, crying through her nose. She felt her lungs burning with the air she sucked in to feed her thrashing body. Shadow's licking seemed to be all over her at once. If only she could have something inside her, something to take the pressure off those spasming cuntal walls--a cock! Oh, to think she was actually wanting something that would have made her blush only hours ago!
"Yes, yes, yes," Linda whispered tightly. It was the last thing she'd say before her climax.
The animal's tongue found her clit and he started working on that tiny spindle. How did he know what to do? Brad must have had many other girls in here before, forcing them to go down on the dog! In a perverse thought the young blonde wondered how she measured up to the others.
The thought was driven out by a mind-splitting spasm that made Linda's body shudder as if a thousand volts of electricity were shooting through her body. Her cuntal walls spasmed. She could feel the muscles trying to grasp the animal's probing, juice-slicked black nose. Linda was teetering on the brink of climax. She kicked one foot high in the air, fanning her toes until they cramped too.
Shadow slowed his licking friction for a moment. Linda tilted her pussy mound up so she could feel his tongue rim the throbbing circle of muscles around her pussyhole. Soon it would all be over. Soon, Linda thought, she'd be able to stagger out of the barn with some shred of decency still clinging to her soul. She'd be able to pick up her life, get away from this horrible man and his horrible dog.
Horrible? But then why was she hunching so, rocking from side to side, feeling sweat pour down her body while her pussy heated up like a blast furnace under the big German shepherd's licking?
"Ah ... ahhhhhhh!"
The dog let out a small yip, then nuzzled his furry snout once more between her bloated, greasy outer labes. Linda could feel the stubby fur covering his nose tickling her sensitive juice membranes. Oh god, it was like getting fucked by some weird furry dick! The girl cried out, jerking her body from side to side. Linda couldn't hold back any more. All the games were over. She could feel a hard knot slowly unravelling in the pit of her belly. She fell back onto the ground and pitched on the dirt, bucking her ass against Shadow's jaws. His teeth cut her slightly. But that acute pain brought babbling groans of unspeakable delight from her dry throat.
Linda rubbed her fingers over and over the dog's furry coat, pulling him harder against her. The young blonde scissored her legs tightly around his powerful neck. Oh God, it felt so good!
Linda tossed her head from side to side, feeling her silky blonde hair whip across her face. Her cunny was filled with a pulsing, itchy, achy feeling, occasionally relieved by the dog's lapping. Then her climax occurred-achingly slow, not the same as when Brad had pushed his fat cock into her pussy. No, it was more like a climax in slow motion, drawing every ounce of strength and endurance from the panting, gasping blonde teenager. Linda cried out, dug her sharp fingernails into the dog's fur as she danced her ass up and down, fed her cunt to the licking animal, tried to hurry up the climax raking through her pussy.
But there just wasn't enough friction to make the orgasm quick enough for her. She jerked and twisted, finally thrusting her fingers into her swampy cunt as Shadow whimpered and licked her shaking knuckles.
When she opened her eyes again, Shadow lay next to her. A swirl of half-formed thoughts came to her as she heard the animal's regular breathing.
What in God's name had she really done? The thought that she'd actually had sexual contact with an animal made her shudder with revulsion now. It was bad enough to lose her virginity in a kind of willing rape. But for this kind of thing to happen to her--and to happen to her when she actually helped out--it was too dark for her to think about!
"You sure couldn've fooled me, baby," Brad said, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of one hand.
"Wh-what?" Linda stammered out, pushing the dog away from her and curling up into a tight ball. She hugged the wooden wall behind her, feeling the stubble that clung to her sweat-dampened flesh.
"I thought you were really the reluctant virgin. But shit, you're willing to try anything once. I know your type," Brad said, reaching down and scratching his groin.. "Sure, you ain't never had men, maybe. But once you get into cock, babe, you're worse than a junkie with horse!"
The words cut into Linda's soul. She had a feeling Brad could peer into places she didn't even recognize in herself and find out the truth. Yes, she could feel something savage being awakened in her, rising from the slime inside her and demanding to be heard.
"And I'm gonna see just how far you're gonna go," Brad said, his eyes glittering and narrowing.
Linda felt a shiver of terror and then something like excitement ripple through her. He was going to experiment on her like some kind of laboratory animal, pushing her to the limits of sexual endurance before she collapsed in complete exhaustion or possible death! "Please, I...."
"Shut up," Brad said, walking over to the girl and placing his right boot onto her forehead.
Linda shivered again, afraid to make a move. She could hear her pulse racing in her ears. Her heart beat wildly while a cold sweat broke out all over her body. She could smell the odor of the fields on his boots, could feel the pressure of his muscular legs. Looking up pleadingly, Linda could see a cruel smile twisting across Brad's lips. She realized the position she was in, feeling suddenly helpless and degraded.
With a sharp laugh, Brad increased the pressure of his boot, forcing Linda's head back, back until it was touching the base of her neck. Then with a sharp kick, he sent the screaming girl sprawling onto the floor once more.
"Don't hurt me," she cried, covering her face with her hands and sobbing hysterically. The two German shepherd dogs barked with excitement while Brad continued to sneer at the trembling girl.
"Don't hurt you?" he said ironically, unzipping his Levi's and pulling out his thick, long rod once more. "Baby, that's what you want the most. You want to get it with a hand, a boot, a dog, a whip--anything that'll beat you around so you don't have to take the blame for fuckin' your brains out. Shit, you can tell yourself I made you do it without feeling guilty," Brad said, spitting on his right palm, then greasing down his cock with his saliva.
"Don't," Linda still repeated, burying her face in her arms.
"Fuck, you don't know the meaning of stop," Brad snarled, dropping to his knees and reaching forward. Linda flinched when she felt his rough hands roving freely over her creamy asscheeks. "I don't wanna fuck you in the cunt anymore, baby. Not when that's territory for the animals. But take a feel of that," he said. With the word that the big handsome foreman jammed his right forefinger up to the second joint in her asshole.
Linda's legs flew apart while her back arched up. She snapped her head to the right and clawed at the dirt when she felt that sudden painful invasion. He was wriggling his finger around her bunghole like a worm, scraping the tender virginal membranes with his ragged nail. Linda squirmed on the ground, feeling the sharp stubble working in between her cuntlips. The girl bit down hard on her lower lip, trying to suppress a scream of pain and terror. Was he going to fuck her in the ass? Fuck her with that big, club-like thing? Oh God, she'd split apart! There was no way she could take that in her bunghole without being torn apart and bleeding to death.
"Yeah, you like it babe. And if you don't, you will," Brad said, moving his finger around and around, reaming out the tight passage.
Linda felt her ass heat up. Warm, radiant fingers tickled her clit, making her respond strangely to this fingering. Without thinking much about it, the young blonde teenager found herself moving her hips from side to side, squeezing her thigh and cunt muscles, forcing her pussy lips to rub against her unsheathing clit. If only Brad would keep this up and do nothing more Linda was sure she'd be cumming yet another time in this grotesque situation.
But fate was to have something else in store for the girl. Satisfied he'd primed her well for an ass fucking, Brad pushed his trousers down to his knees, crawled on his knees until they were touching her spread thighs, then lowered himself onto the girl's back.
Linda let out a grunt from the sudden weight. She could feel her titties flattening out, pushing themselves hard against the ground as the big foreman nestled his chin on the nape of her neck. Behind her Linda could feel his cock dragging along her asscheeks, sliding up her asscrack, getting closer and closer to her tight little asshole. The girl could feel his right hand smooth along her thighs, then move in between their bodies. He played with her taut buttocks, then moved the fingers once more into the tight crevice. In a moment he'd stuck that long, thick, calloused forefinger back into her shitter, moving it around and around, caressing the tight sphincter with his thumb and forcing it to relax.
Gradually, Linda was able to take that finger and another without any trouble. Expertly, Brad took his time, working those digits slowly around and around while still caressing her tight sphincter muscle, loosening it gradually until the hole was as ready as it would ever be for his thick, long, throbbing prong.
"Now, babe," Brad said, backing down and moving his hand down to his cock. Curling his fingers around his thick rod, he moved it down her asscrack, feeling with his thumb for the wrinkled brown flesh surrounding the girl's tight shithole. Grunting with satisfaction in discovering the tiny orifice, Brad moved his other hand around Linda's narrow waist, dragging her up from the floor into a grotesque kneeling position. Her head remained on the ground while her ass rose high in the air, angling sharply upward for Brad's long dick.
The big foreman moved quickly now, pressing his cockhead against her tight little hole. He kept his fingers curled tightly around his dick as he squeezed his muscular hairy asscheeks together and thrust down and forward.
Linda grunted, her face red with pain and exertion. She could feel the hot, bulbous tip pressing against her shitter.
"Relax, damn it!" Brad ordered.
Linda tried, but the horror of what was happening to her overcame any efforts at relaxation. The girl grunted again, her eyelids fluttering open as the pressure against her asshole became greater and greater. She could feel Brad's left arm tightening around her waist, pressing so hard against her belly she thought he'd crush her hipbones.
Then something gave way and the head of Brad's cock passed the outer rim of asshole muscles.
"AHHHHHHHH!" Linda cried. She bucked forward, her mouth twisted open in a grotesque smile of pain. Tears welled up in her eyes while she clawed helplessly at the loose dirt floor. Oh God, how it hurt! Linda thought even the bursting of her cherry didn't hurt as much. It felt as if someone had driven a spike through her ass and was pounding it farther and farther up into the pit of her belly!
"Yeah, baby, yeah. You're fuckin'-A good. Good and tight, tight like that cunt of yours."
Brad reached around the girl's narrow hips and started moving his fingertips up and down her furry pussy slit, playing especially with Linda's clit. Instinctively, the girl responded to this play, spreading her thighs farther apart while moving her cunt up and down. Oh, the pain was so intense in her ass! And yet what an odd, hot feeling it was causing in her cunny! Of course Brad's fingering had a lot to do with it. He strummed her clit, moving his fingers up and down, rubbing that tiny sex spindle so expertly Linda soon forgot about the tearing pain in her butt. She moved her ass slowly from side to side, actually helping the big foreman work his cock into her bunghole.
"Uhhhh!" the teenager cried, throwing her head from the ground and letting out a sharp cry of delight. She could feel the steely hard pecs of Brad's chest pressing hard against her back.
His powerful hips shuddered every time she moved her ass, milking his sinking cock with her slick asshole lining. More and more dick fed into the girl's shitter. One inch, two inches, three inches--Linda cried out she was going to die. But Brad only grunted, smiling through the streams of sweat pouring from her forehead and burning painfully into his eyes. He raised his torso now, towering over the girl's back. Pushing harder, the big foreman managed to bury the full eight inches of his thick cock into Linda's ass.
"AHHHHH!" the girl cried, swinging her body drunkenly from side to side.
The pain was awful. Brad had jammed the final four inches of his prong into her without any care. She felt his cockhead drill down into her gut with the force of a fired torpedo. The girl could finally feel Brad's nuts pressing against the bottoms of her asscheeks. His thick-muscled hairy legs pressed against hers while his hands slid under the girl's waist and locked just below her belly.
"Gonna fuck, fuck, dump that jizz in your ass," Brad said between his teeth.
Throwing back his handsome head the big foreman worked his hips back and forth, stirring his dick in the teenager's ass like a spoon.
Linda cried out again, snapping her head up, then letting it fall slowly to the dirt again. Sweat and dirt streaked her body while her ass was being ripped open by that huge dick. Brad's fucking movements were becoming faster and harder. She could feel his cock reaming out her shitter, forcing her sphincter to relax more and more. Soon she wondered if her hole would ever shrink back to its normal size as the foreman's dick slid in and out of it easily.
"Oh! Oh!" Linda cried.
Her head scraped along the dirt as Brad's fucking thrusts drove her closer to the wall. She knelt there obscenely, her ass high in the air, her knees on the ground, her head in the dirt as Brad trenched out her shitter with his large prick.
"Baby, baby," the big man cooed, his mouth partially opened.
He drew in a big lung full of air as sweat poured freely down his face and chest. The sounds of his cock fucking in and out of Linda's shitter echoed through the large barn. The movements were growing faster and faster.
The rushing of the big man's dick through Linda's asshole excited the girl. She moaned and sobbed, feeling Brad's fingering along her jagged wet cuntal slit become more desperate and savage.
"OHHH!" Linda cried again.
Brad's body suddenly stiffened, stopping its wild ass-fucking-movements for a moment. Deep inside her shithole the girl could feel his cock ballooning out, then throbbing and wriggling back and forth. He was cumming, shooting his jizz into her gut the way he had into her snatch a few minutes before! Linda let out a cry of sickened horror as she felt Brad pull back slightly, then jam his dick back into her, while peeling back her outer labes and crushing her clit with his ragged thumbnail.
That savage tearing pressure sent the girl popping off more into climax. With an animal-like howl that sent the dogs into a barking spree, Linda came with Brad, her body jerking crazily back and forth, up and down.
"OHHHHH, AHHHHH!" Linda shrieked. It felt so good. Even the pain felt good.
The girl cried out over and over again, shaking violently as more and more jizz filled her asshole. She could feel it leaking out of the tiny orifice, oozing down her right thigh, trickling down toward her knee. And Brad kept on spraying her insides with it. He grunted like a stuck pig, clawing at her, then finally lowering himself on top of her and pushing her into the dirt.
"Ummmm, you're good in the ass like in the cunt," he observed wryly, hauling back and pulling his dick out of her shitter.
Linda shivered as a hot wet feeling radiated through her body the moment Brad slipped his dickhead from her asshole. "Now, we're gonna see how good you are with someone else."
Linda already felt like a used piece of meat. Every inch of her had been violated. What more did this sadist have in store for her?
CHAPTER SIX
"King, here boy," Brad called, clapping his hands together.
Linda jerked her head around and saw the other German shepherd trot over to his master. Unlike Shadow, this dog was larger and almost black in color. His head resembled that of a timber wolf, while his eyes, Linda thought, were those of the devil himself.
"No," Linda said, more to herself than to Brad. No, she couldn't respond to this animal so soon after what had happened to her before. How would she be able to live after having given in to two animals.
"Over on your hands and knees, damn it," Brad said angrily.
Linda did as she was told, propping herself on her elbows and feeling her big tits hanging down from her chest. Behind her she could hear the sounds of that big animal trotting around the loose straw stubble, sniffing the air, catching the scent of her exposed pussy, then growling deep in his throat. Linda closed her eyes and swallowed hard. Sucking in her lower hp, she ground her teeth together and waited for the inevitable.
It came with a mind-splitting crash. The tongue was there--that all too familiar tongue--sloshing up, licking at her pussycrack, wetting down her blonde cuntal curls with spit.
Linda groaned, wriggling her ass, feeling spittle trickling down her buttocks and thighs. King was a sloppy animal, slathering down her body everywhere carelessly. He was growling noisily, growing more and more excited with each passing moment.
"No, no," Linda said in a hoarse whisper.
She started to drag her knees together, but the big animal raised one forepaw and pressed it against her right thigh, growling angrily. At the same time he closed his jaws on her tender flesh. Linda felt his powerful fangs going deeper as she refused tot open up again. Oh God, he was going to rip her to pieces!
"No, no, nooooo!" Linda cried, giving in.
She was feeling dizzy. He was actually forcing her to do what he wanted to do. The animal knew what he wanted and was using his terrifying weapons to make her give in. With this kind of persuasion what else could the blonde cheerleader do but surrender?
When the pain became sharp, Linda opened her body up to him again. King let out a loud bark and wiggled his nose deep into her cunt. The animal knew, just as did Shadow, just where to push his snout, where to concentrate his lapping. His tongue drove around her clit. After another moment or two, Linda lost her will to avoid feeling anything. She dropped her head down, her shoulder blades jutting up behind her slender neck like two sharp mountain peaks. Her long blonde hair curtained her flushed face as Linda once more clawed the dirt. She was being crucified, sacrificed to this horrible man and his animals.
Cutting through all her feelings were the incredible delicious sensations of King's tongue lapping over her pussy. She was feeling almost like a dog herself. Linda could only moan, her speech having left her long ago.
King was growing wilder by the second. He moved up to her asshole, licking up the cum still leaking out of her tiny shithole. Linda cried out, fearing he was going to try something with her bung. But the dog was more interested in the girl's hot pussy.
Instinctively, Linda was moving her hips back and forth, inviting the dog to do more than just lick. Several months after the entire horrible mess was over, the girl would never be able to figure out if she actually wanted the animal to screw her or not. All she knew now was that her musky cunt was dripping hot, bubbling pussy oil and the big German shepherd was lapping it up. Linda was opening her legs to him, feeling all the muscles in her legs and thighs cramping up with excitement.
Oh God, she was going to cum again, cum with a goddamned animal!
All thoughts of guilt quickly shot from her mind. Her pussy was getting hotter, growing tighter. She could feel that tongue petting her clitty, working around and around her tight fuckhole, forcing it wider and wider.
Then something strange happened. King backed off, moving his tongue out of her wet, tight little pussyhole. Linda almost collapsed, turning her body around slightly so she could see what was happening. Looking around her left shoulder, the young blonde saw King standing staring blazingly at her. His long pink tongue hung out of one corner of his mouth, fragments of her blonde pussy hairs clinging to it. Under his belly, between his powerful hindquarters the young girl could see a long, knobby red thing sticking out of a dark gray furry sheath.
Oh God, it was his cock-long, pointed, red, slicked and ready for fucking. Instinctively Linda knew what was going to happen, and she tried scrambling to her feet.
"Oh no, baby. King's been waiting for something like this for a long time. So have I," Brad admitted, raising his right hand threateningly above her head.
Linda flinched once more, more fearful of a beating from the big foreman than anything the dog might have in store for her.
Linda twisted back around again, sobbing half hysterically as the big dog growled angrily. She could feel the German shepherd's hot breath blowing against her pussy. But Linda knew he was interested in something more than licking her off.
He sniffed at her spit-drenched pussy, lapping a few times, then backing off once more. Brad watched as the big dog sprang forward, his forepaws leaving the dirt floor.
"UHHHHH!" Linda cried, both from terror and the weight suddenly placed on her slender, curving back. She could feel the animal's furry, hard underbelly pressing against her back. It was hot, sweaty, ticklish against her sweaty flesh. She could feel his powerful head come to rest in the small valley between her shoulder blades.
His snout pressed against her right ear. His forepaws were wrapped tightly around Linda's underbelly, the claws scratching the tender flesh. And behind her, pressing against her right thigh Linda could feel the dog's hot, slick knobby cock riding up and down.
"No, don't, oh please, don't," Linda cried, closing her eyes and fighting back the tears of shame and horror.
The big animal grunted and growled, nestling his head more comfortably in the small valley between her shoulder blades, then positioning his legs behind Linda's.
The blonde jerked her head from side to side as she felt that knobby prong inch up, up her thighs toward her cunt. Linda cried out when she felt his cock slide up to the bottom junction of her cuntlips.
"NNOOOOOOO!" Linda cried again, curling her slender lingers and digging her broken nails into the loose dirt of the barn floor.
Opening her eyes, Linda peered through the matted, tangled strands of blonde hair, staring at one spot on the wall. She must concentrate, drive her mind away from what was happening to her pussy.
"That's it boy," Brad said encouragingly, pulling out his cock a third time and stroking it up to hardness while he watched the show before him.
The large black German shepherd moved his hind legs nervously back and forth now, his bushy tail wagging jerkily. Brad could barely see the red, knobby boner, hidden as it was by Linda's white legs.
"No, oh God, he's going to...." Linda couldn't bring herself to say "fuck". But she could tell that knobby boner was getting close.
The dog knew exactly what to do. She could feel him flattening out further, angling his hind legs behind her to get a better penetration angle.
And then she could feel the hot, wet pointed tip of that dog cock pushing against the center of her pussy hole. Linda shivered with revulsion and shame. She could feel her belly buck and turn over as the animal's cock started its penetration.
"OHHHHH!" The girl cried, feeling her outer labes being pushed stickily aside by the knobby dick.
It bumped between her outer cuntlips, sliding past the smaller inner folded labes as it started its journey to the back of her cunthole. The young blonde's lower jaw slackened. Her muscles tensed while a strange, throaty growl came out from her opened mouth. Sweat glistened all over her body while her cunt took more and more of that bump-ridden dog meat. "Oh no," she moaned.
King whined. He clutched at Linda awkwardly and kept pushing at the wet dark cave that turned him on.
"Please no," she mumbled.
King growled, twisting his head to the right and snapping at the air. He pulled his cock out slightly, making Linda gasp in surprise. Then the big dog pushed his dick back in, tickling her rumbling cuntal walls. Linda cried out again, collapsing to her elbows and striking her chin on the dirt floor. He was hammering his dick in and out of her now. Unlike Brad, the dog wasn't going to play around to insure the maximum amount of pleasure for both. He felt his need suddenly explode in his cock and started hammering harder and harder.
Linda's titties swung back and forth from the force of the animal's forward fucking thrusts. Linda could feel the sour taste of bile rising in her throat as she fought to keep from vomiting. The animal's tiny furry balls swung up against the bottoms of her asscheeks. She was covered with that big German shepherd, reduced to a shivering, sweaty fleshy mass by that animal. Above her somewhere, she could hear Brad laughing in derision as King fed more and more of his dog dick into her.
"He's gonna shoot, baby, gonna fill that little cunt of yours with lots of jizz."
Linda thought of that knobby, red-pointed monster reaming her tight hole. Oh God, would she ever be able to let a man touch her after having undergone this kind of horrible humiliation?
Then suddenly, she felt the big animal tense above her. His forelegs wrapped more tightly around her slender waist. She could hear the animal wheezing through its flared nostrils in excitement. Its tail jerked from side to side while a steady, low growl built up more and more from the base of its throat.
"Oh my god, my GOD!" Linda cried, shaking her head violently back and forth.
The big dog was cumming, filling her pussy with its vile, slimy dog jizz. No, no, no, it was a nightmare! She could feel the cock ballooning up inside her pussy, pushing aside the sensitive, slick membranes. The hot, sticky cum blew into her snatch, packed down, then oozed out from between her cuntlips and trickled down her trembling thighs.
"Yeah, yeah, baby, good bitch, take that dog, take 'im and show what a tight little cunt can do," Brad sneered at her.
"Ohhhhh!" Linda cried, feeling the strength ooze from her. She couldn't stand it any more.
As the dog fired the last bit of jizz into her snatch, then pulled out and trotted over to one corner of the barn, Linda fell flat on her belly, twisting her head around and burying it in her arms.
"Shit, I ain't seen anything like it. Even when I was in the Marines down in San Diego and went down to Tijuana, the dog and pony show was nothin' compared to you, honey," Brad said, stroking his cock. "But let's see how you suck a little dick before I let you go."
The words would normally have offended Linda. But right now she felt like a used piece of meat. He could do anything to her and it wouldn't matter.
"Come on," Brad said, reaching down and slipping one hand under her right arm. Jerking her up to a kneeling position, the big foreman squatted down, bending his knees slightly and hunching his ass forward.
Linda could see the reddish purple dickhead throbbing inches away from her mouth, the only part of her body not yet violated by this foul, perverted man.
"Suck on it, baby. Go ahead, nothing to be bashful about. Fuck, you've done everything else around here. Don't see why you have to be so picky now."
He was right. Linda swallowed hard, then pushed her face forward, peeling back her lips into a wide grin and slackening her lower jaw. At the same time she raised her right hand and wrapped her fingers around the big dick. The young girl was surprised to see how quickly it responded to her light touch, jerking and twitching as she moved her fingers lightly over the steely rod. The thick streams of pre-cum oozing from the piss-slit made her palm slippery. Slowly the blonde teenager jacked the loose outer skin over the hard inner core, rolling up her eyes and watching Brad throw back his head, shut his eyes and suck in a breath of air through his mouth.
"Get on it, baby, suck that mother," Brad growled. He spread his legs wider apart so Linda could crawl farther between them.
The girl, half-dead from all the fucking, sore from Brad's ass-fucking and the dogs' cunt licking and fucking, moved like a robot, tilting her head forward, placing her hands on her knees. She could smell the sour, strong-smelling hairy groin inches away from her nose and mouth. Looking almost cross-eyed at the big. eight-inch cock in front of her, Linda saw the fat, cum-filled sacs dangling at the base of Brad's prick root. Now she could understand why the big foreman could cum so many times! He looked big and thick and jizz-packed enough to sire an entire city with that set of cock and balls!
"Yeah, baby, yeah," Brad sighed, closed his eyes.
He dropped his hands, placing his big fingers on either side of Linda's skull. He could feel her smooth lips touching his throbbing dickhead, could feel the warm, moist spittle oozing onto his dick stalk and that silken tongue wiggling teasingly back and forth over his long piss-slit. Pushing her head away a few inches, he dropped his head and looked down at the girl. She looked so small, so helpless, kneeling there in front of him. Her long blonde hair hung in disarray around her face and ears, tumbled onto her slender shoulders. A glazed, vacant, defeated look was in the young teenager's blue eyes while her skin was colored pink by the flush of her shame and depravity. Dog jizz oozed still from her pussy, drying in clots on her frazzled cuntal hair. He held her tightly on either side of the head, her lips even with his jerking prong. God, how he wanted to crush that skull in his hands. Such were the wild, violent thoughts whirling around in Brad's head as Linda waited patiently--a degraded, defeated slave at his feet.
Linda sucked in another deep breath. She once more smelled the sour odor of hair, sweat and cum reeking from his crotch. It seemed to trigger something inside her again.
Oh my God, I'm getting hot again! Linda thought to herself.
She could feel the slippery hot membranes of her cunt cramping into knots again. In spite of the horrors she'd had to submit to in such a short period of time, the young blonde realized her pussy still wanted more cock, more depravity, more stimulation. She'd turned into some kind of sex machine, a woman who could never find the satisfaction her pussy craved--a nymphomaniac!
No, no! Linda shook her head violently in spite of Brad's hard, painful grip. No, she wasn't one of those. She could stop if she wanted to!
"Suck it, baby, go on, suck on it. Swing on that fat mother! Don't shake your head. I'm not gonna let you go until you drink my fuckin' cum and piss!"
Linda cringed under the obscene words. Her mouth opened completely as she felt her face guided forward by Brad's powerful hands. Slowly she sank forward until the head of his hot dick brushed against her lips once more. She could taste something bleachy and salty--his cum, she thought to herself as more and more of the big cock filled her mouth.
"Mmmmm, yeah, baby, yeah," Brad sighed.
Linda swallowed hard, sucking in air from her flared nostrils as the fat dick made her cheeks puff out. Brad moaned again and again, twisting his hips back. Linda moaned, feeling that long fat prong slide over her molars, then slip back farther until she could feel him pushing it against the back of her throat. Oh God, she couldn't breathe. It was as if he had stuffed a rock down her mouth, blocking off her air passage.
Desperately, the girl screamed, reaching up with her hands and trying to push away from Brad. But the big man only laughed, ignoring the painful scratching on his belly and chest and still holding her tightly against his groin.
Linda could feel the wiry hairs around his cockroot tickling the insides of her nostrils. Still the dick stayed lodged in her throat, blocking off her air. The young blonde could feel herself growing faint. Oh God, one part of her wanted to keep that prick lodged in her mouth forever. The other, more sensible part told her she'd die if it stayed lodged in her throat a few moments more.
Finally Brad released the pressure on the sides of her skull, letting the girl draw back slightly and gasp for air. Linda moved back until the bulge of his dick disappeared from her throat. She coughed, saliva oozing out from the corners of her mouth. When she managed to regain control of herself she started using her tongue well, licking and coiling it around the throbbing shaft.
"Ahhh, fuck!" Brad cried, suddenly boxing her ears while hunching forward. Linda cried out from the pain, then realized what had brought on the sudden blow. Brad was shooting. She could taste the sudden salty, bleachy flavor of cum in her mouth. It shot past her molars and tonsils, spattering against the back of her throat and oozing down to her belly.
The blonde blew out a puff of air and choked, gagging and spitting out saliva and cum as she tried backing off. But Brad held her in place, stirring his cock like a spoon in her mouth as more and more cum shot out of the mushroom-shaped head and filled the girl's mouth.
Linda still pressed her hands hard against Brad's naked belly, trying to get away. When he'd finally finished spilling out his cum, the big man released his grip and let her go.
"Fuckin'-A, baby, fuckin'-A. You give the best head I've had in--hell, maybe over a week," Brad said, slipping his cock back into his Levi's and laughing derisively.
Linda fell to the floor, spitting out the remains of his cum and her spittle in tiny pools, then wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. God, how she hated that man! If only some day she could kill him she'd do it! He'd reduced her to a level lower than that of a whore! No, she had to have her revenge somehow. As she lay there in a heap at his feet, Linda made a silent vow to destroy Brad as he'd destroyed her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Linda dragged herself from the barn to her uncle's house, wrapping the rags that were once her clothes about her body. She could still hear Brad laughing at her, telling her she was nothing but a filthy slut who couldn't get enough excitement for her cunt.
That wasn't true!
Linda kept shaking her head as if in some debate, sobbing, stumbling over the uneven ground to the big white house up the hill, refusing to believe for an instant she was anything more than a victim of a cruel, sadistic man.
But deep in her soul, the blonde teenager realized she had enjoyed what Brad did to her. The more violence he threw her way, the hotter her pussy became. When the dogs attacked her, licking her pussy until she exploded with a corresponding animal passion, Linda had actually wanted to get fucked by the animals. And when that happened, the girl found--to her horror--that the screwing wasn't all that bad.
Only when it was all over, only when she was stumbling over the gravel path, climbing the stairs and moving through the darkened corridors of her uncle's house to her room did Linda realize the horror she'd managed to land herself in.
"God, oh my god!" the girl cried, locking the door behind her, then throwing herself on the bed and sobbing herself to sleep.
Her tortured, violated body refused to give her peace, however. For the next seven days Linda thought of the belt, of that fat, long dick of Brad's and how it reamed out her ass, of the dogs and what that foreman did to her with them.
"No, I won't think about it anymore," the young girl vowed to herself over and over again, lying stiff on her back in bed, clenching her fingers together into two tight fists and trying to drive the sensuous, depraved thoughts from her mind.
But return they did, crowding all other thoughts out. Somehow she managed to avoid meeting Brad for the rest of the week. He was busy making final arrangements for selling the horses to a breeder south of Riverside, and was rarely at the farm. Her uncle had been getting better and, in spite of the doctor's advice, insisted in remaining in his home. Without Brad looking accusingly and mockingly at her and with the constant care her uncle needed, Linda managed to keep busy and forget about the events in the barn.
On the eighth day the young blonde finally contacted her parents and insisted they come up to take her back home. Her uncle could hire a professional nurse or something, she almost hysterically sobbed out. She was lonely, miserable and wanted to get back home to her family and friends. After some debate, Linda won out and was assured that her parents would be at the farm the following evening to make the arrangements for her return and for her uncle's care.
Thank God, Linda thought to herself as she hung up the phone and leaned against the stairway. Brad wouldn't be staying away that much longer. Soon he'd be through with the sale of the horses and would be back, demanding satisfaction from her all too willing body. No, she couldn't let him tap that horrible well of shameful lust inside her. It had taken a week, but Linda had finally managed to get her hot little pussy under control. It would stay that way the rest of her life. No one would work her back up in that awful, sick way again!
"Linda!"
It was her uncle, calling from upstairs. She was late with his dinner.
"I'll bring it up in a little bit, Uncle Paul," the young blonde shouted up the stairway. Moving quickly through the darkened living room, Linda walked into the kitchen and flipped on the light switch.
"Hi, baby!"
"OH!" Linda cried, backing up against the refrigerator. She jerked her right hand up and spread the fingers protectively over her throat. Her eyes bulged out with terror while she felt her skin crawl with revulsion.
It was Brad, sitting at the small square kitchen table. In front of him was an opened can of beer. He was sitting with his legs crossed, leaning back in the chair, and smiling strangely at her. Only now did she realize there were two other men in the room with him.
"These are my friends. Jack, Tod," Brad said, nodding to his buddies while still keeping his flashing black eyes riveted on her. Linda realized only now how ill-dressed she was, wearing a tight-fitting blue sweater and a pair of short blue briefs, so tight in the crotch they showed her outer cuntlips.
"I-I've got to get dinner for Uncle Paul," Linda stammered, lowering her eyes to the floor. Oh God, would they leave her alone? Was Brad maybe here only to grab a fast beer?
"He can keep," Brad said in a thick voice. Something in its tone made the girl jerk her head up and look at the three men again. They all had hard-ons! That the girl could see already. Jack and Tod, Brad's two buddies, stood leering at her, then-hands on their hips. But both sported long, thick cocks running down the sides of their legs. She could see the tell-tale bulges throbbing against the tight-fitting faded Levi material. Oh God, they were going to abuse her as Brad did by himself eight nights ago!
"Please," Linda said in a tiny voice, crouching down and feeling tears welling up in her eyes. It was useless to plead in front of these men, but it was the only thing she could do. Maybe a spark of mercy in one of them....
"Let's take her in the barn," Brad said, crunching the beer can in one hand, then throwing it on the floor.
It skittered past Linda, clanking against the refrigerator and shattering the blonde's nerves. She jumped, letting out a startled cry of fear.
"No!" the girl cried out, shrinking to the right, Brad pushed back his chair with a scraping sound and stood up. Tod and Jack moved forward, grabbing the girl by the wrists before she had a chance to do anything.
"Don't make a sound. Don't think you can scream for help from the old man. You try anything like that an I'll make sure he doesn't call the cops ever, understand?" Brad said threateningly. He stood in front of her, his eyes narrowed into two tiny slits. Linda was petrified, able only to answer with a nod.
"Hey, she looks like a goddamned good fuck," Tod said.
Linda jerked her head around and saw a tall, slender man a little older than Brad standing next to her. It was the first time she really took a look at the foreman's friends. This one was clean-shaven, sported black hair in a military style cut, and a long, straight nose looking too large for his rather small head.
"From what Brad told us, she won't quit 'til we get tired," Jack answered.
Linda snapped her head around and saw the other man holding her. He was tall and heavily built. More ruggedly handsome than Tod, he had a full beard and moustache like Brad's. His nose was a little deformed, probably because of various fights he'd been in. There was a brutal, almost animal-like quality about Jack that terrified her. He was at least three steps down the evolutionary scale from the foreman.
"Come on. Cut the shit and let's get going. I'm so fuckin' horny I could shit. Sellin' those goddamned horses in town's no way to take care of a good, stiff hard dick!"
Linda knew those words were purposely meant for her. But what was she supposed to do? Scream? Brad said he'd take care of her uncle. No, there was nothing to do but comply with whatever he wanted.
But did Jack and Tod have to hurt her so? Their big fingers hurt her wrists. The way they dragged her though the kitchen, one on each side of her, made her feel like some prisoner of war. They went out into the back yard, shoving her roughly forward until she stumbled to the ground.
"Lose your balance, chick?" Brad asked, laughing loudly with his cronies.
Linda pushed herself up, staggering to her feet once more and brushing her long blonde hair back. Her knees were scraped and bleeding from the sharp gravel. Behind her she could hear the men walking, their boots crushing the gravel as she neared the barn-that horrible building where Brad had revealed a part of her that should have always been kept hidden.
She waited by the door while the big foreman moved in front of his friends, slid the heavy wooden bar off the supports, and opened the big double doors.
"Fuck, she probably comes here every night to get it on with Shadow and King when I'm not around to watch!"
Linda ignored the remark, raising her hands and rubbing her upper arms quickly with her palms. The sun had set already, and a cool, damp front had moved in. The barn was darkened except for a bare overhead 100 watt bulb burning brightly. Tod and Jack stood to the right while Brad closed the doors behind them.
"You two ain't never seen this one in action with a belt, eh?"
Linda's eyes opened. She backed away, crouching down again and letting out a low, sick moan. No, she couldn't stand the pain of being whipped again. The welts he'd raised on her sensitive, cream-colored flesh were only now beginning to disappear. Oh God, with his buddies there Brad might go completely wild and skin her alive with that broad black leather belt of his!
"Not so fast," Jack snarled, his thick lips peeling back in a threatening sneer. He snapped one hand out and grabbed the cringing girl, jerking her forward so hard Linda thought her arm was going to be pulled from its socket. "Get her up there," he said, nodding to something hanging from one of the rafters above her.
Linda tilted her head back, squinting her eyes and trying to see what was Jack and Tod were climbing onto and trying to reach. After some muttered curses and futile attempts, Jack finally curled one of his paw-like hands around the object and yanked down hard. Two inch-thick ropes suddenly fell, the ends stopping just above Linda's head. At the end were two rusted stirrups.
"Get her in," Brad ordered, reaching down and unbuckling his belt, pulling it from the loops of his Levi's while licking his lower lip in excitement.
Linda stood there with wide eyes, watching as Jack and Tod climbed off the boxes, moved toward her and forced her arms up. She was being hoisted up, her wrists pushed through the holes of the stirrups, then lashed tightly to the cutting, cold iron with stray pieces of rope. The way the two of them moved, Linda was certain they'd done this before. How many other girls had been forced to submit to Brad and his sadistic friends here in the barn?
"Looks like a side of beef," Tod commented as he backed away and pushed the girl forward.
Linda swung back, her feet two inches from the ground. Oh God, the pain was terrible. Her shoulders ached already from the pulling weight of her body. Her sweater was already hiked high above her navel, almost to the cups of her bra. She was swinging back and forth, each forward swing hurting her shoulders and arms more and more. Twisting clockwise, counterclockwise, and clockwise once more, Linda didn't notice Brad sneaking up on her.
"UUUUHHH!" she cried out, doubling up while her knees jerked up to her tits.
Brad had swung his doubled fist into her belly with half his strength. The blow went past the muscles of her belly, almost reaching her spine. The girl gagged, her head snapping to the right while her long blonde hair whipped across her face, Linda felt her body swinging backward from the force of the blow, then twisting around like some kind of obscene toy. Her eyes opened wide and she glared at the big foreman with an expression of pain, horror and hatred.
"Uhhh ... uhhh." Linda prayed she'd soon go unconscious. God only knew how much longer she could take this kind of pain and abuse.
"The little slut begs you to stop. But she eats this up like shit," Brad said, working his right fist into the palm of his other hand and staring with sparkling eyes at the tortured young blonde. "Go on, Tod, try it," he said to his buddy.
The tall thing man turned to Brad and smiled a thin smile, narrowing his eyes, then stepping forward toward the hanging teenager. Linda watched him carefully through slitted eyes. The rusty metal of the stirrups were starting to cut into her wrists. All her weight was suspended from the sharpedged cuffs. The pain was excruciating, and Brad had only just begun.
"OHHHHFFFF!" Linda cried out as Tod landed a blow just above the spot where Brad had hit her. She felt the air rush from her lungs while her brain spun dizzily. Thank God he wasn't as strong as his friend. Linda felt sour-tasting bile rising in her throat, but managed to keep from vomiting.
"Wanna see her titties bounce around?" Brad asked, reaching forward before getting an answer from his friends.
Linda could feel the big foreman pulling at her sweater, ripping the material from her shuddering shoulders, then reaching behind her and unsnap-ping her bra. In an instant she felt her tits fall free, dangling on her chest. She could hear the men suck in a deep breath as they eyed her thunderous tits, her half-inch long red nipples stiff with that forbidden pleasure Linda sought so desperately to keep hidden.
Then Brad got to work on her shorts, tugging at them, unzipping the fly and working them down off her narrow hips.
"Yeah, naked, naked," he sighed, fingering her creamy, smooth cool thighs.
Linda could feel the foreman's hot breath against her cuntal mound. She could feel her muscles knotting up with excitement while juice started to ooze from her pussy.
"Come on, Brad," Jack whined behind him.
"All right, all right," the big foreman said irritatedly, backing away and handing his belt to the tall, brutal-looking man.
Linda's eyes widened when she saw Jack moving toward her, doubling the belt and snapping it cruelly in front of her face. He had the eys of a hellish demon! Linda felt he'd enjoy whipping her to death.
And then suddenly the girl felt something sharp and hot slash across her right cheekbone. It was the belt, its smooth end cutting into her face. The force of the blow made her head snap to the right, Linda choked down a scream as she felt something wet trickle down her chin. He'd drawn blood with that blow, probably scarring her for life! She could taste the salty, warm flavor of the blood at the corner of her mouth.
"Oh God, you filthy pigs!" Linda screamed, twisting helplessly in her bonds. "You call yourselves men, and you have to tie up a girl like this to have fun?"
"Shut up," Jack snarled, his lips peeling back, revealing a set of square-cut white teeth. His face was purple with rage as he let the belt unfold, then snapped his right hand forward.
"AHHHHH!"
The slicing pain of the blow was only the first of several more for Linda. She screamed, her legs jerking up once more to her belly. The girl's big tits jiggled like two water-filled balloons, hitting one another, then bouncing apart as Linda jerked and twisted helplessly on the ropes. The pain went on and on, her flesh beginning to feel like a collection of raw wounds with salt rubbed into them. She ground her teeth tightly together, hating the three men more and more. She wanted Jack to come close enough for her to be able to kick his balls. But the big man kept well away from her ability to injure, and all she could do finally was screw her face into a mask of twisted pain.
"Listen to her. Fuck, she sounds like it's killin' her. But don't believe it. This one turns on to pain," Brad encouraged.
Jack laid into the girl more savagely with those words as Linda sagged in the cuffs. She could now feel her toes touching the dirt floor.
"Bitch, little whore!" Jack said, his face growing darker and darker as his eyes sparkled with an unnatural ferocity. Sweat oozed down his face, making his beard and moustache glitter like the face of the devil.
Linda could only write with the pain of the slashing cuts. She slowly felt herself growing numb with the pain. People had this happen to them, she remembered reading once. The body could stand only so much stimulation. After a while, even the most savage of blows goes unregistered by the nerve endings. Linda closed her eyes and prayed to God that that would happen to her soon.
Jack was swearing wildly now, his lips flecked with droplets of spittle as he worked her face over. The belt lashed across her lips, her nose, the tops of her jiggling tits. The sharp rusty edges of the cuffs sliced her wrists. Linda felt her hands going numb as the nerves became bruised. The shrill cries from the tortured, helpless blonde teenager echoed off the wooden walls of the cavernous barn, mixing with Jack's crazed shouting until it sounded like a living hell on earth.
Then, suddenly, everything changed. Jack moved up to her, his rage-contorted face wearing an odd expression now. He beat her nipples with the tip of the belt, burning the strap into her sensitive tit tips like burning sulphur. When the girl, in a last desperate attempt to fight back, stretched out her legs and wrapped them around him, she found he had dropped the belt and started massaging her cunt roughly. Linda could feel his ragged fingernails tearing into the soft flesh of her cuntlips. And when his jagged thumbnail crushed her clit, the girl jerked her head back and arched her spine.
Oh, the pain! But still the sweet agony sent ripples of orgasmic spasms through the screaming blonde teenager's body.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"She's come back to life," Jack murmured, staring at the rolling tits and the convulsing belly.
Linda opened her eyes and stared at the three men in front of her. Oh, how her shoulders ached! It was as if someone had driven spikes through her arms into her chest. And her wrists! The young blonde tilted her head back and looked up at the thin red streams of blood trickling down her arms to her shoulders. Her wrists were numb, and her fingers were beginning to turn blue! A dull ache pulsed in her head.
"Wh-what happened?"
"You passed out. Jack got a little carried away with the hands. Don't worry, you're all right for now," Brad said, scratching his chin and smiling leeringly at the trembling teenager.
Jack moved forward again. With a quick and savage movement he slashed the belt across both nipples. Linda's eyelids fluttered open and she let out a sharp squeal. Her big tits bounced against one another from the impact. Each blow sent vibrations through her brain. Her right nipple felt as if it were half ripped from her tit. The flattened muscles of her belly quivered, then cramped from the tension and the agony.
Jack smiled grimly at her. He seemed about to say something, working his spit-flecked lips together. Suddenly he snapped his right arm forward again, slashing an "X" across her lower belly.
"AHHHHH!" Linda cried, jerking her legs up again.
The muscles in her thighs ached with the exertion. Her feet brushed against the ground as the blonde jerked and twitched on the rope like a crazy puppet. With another blow and resulting twitch, the young blonde thought she could hear something pop in her right shoulder.
In a desperate move the young girl kicked out her right leg, striking Jack hard in the groin. The big man's face twitched, his eyes widening while he let out a savage yell.
Linda smiled, glad she'd finally been able to strike back at the men who were torturing her so.
But the young blonde's triumph was short-lived. Throwing down the belt, Jack lurched forward, grabbing her hard by the hips and throwing the girl back. Linda swung out, her body hitting the back wall hard. Every nerve-ending in her body sang out with agony while the rusty cuffs bit deeper into her flesh. Linda cried out, feeling the bent nails and rough wooden splinters of the wall tear into her ass and back.
Then she swung back, her body adding more weight to the ropes suspended from the overhead rafter.
"NOOOO!" the girl cried as she swung back and forth like a pendulum.
She jerked her face from side to side, tears of pain rolling down her flushed cheeks. She felt the metal cuffs slice into her wrists, bringing blood flowing down her arms. She watched Jack bend down and pick up the blood-stained belt again. Now he went wild, flogging at the backs of her knees when she twisted around, panting and gasping with anger and exhaustion.
Linda could hear the big man's breath whistling through his nostrils while he beat her ass, making it glow with pain and heat. That agony was better than the others. It radiated from her plump ass to her cunt and triggered the juices of her pussy to bubble out of her cuntlips. Red stripes broke out on her butt as Linda yammered for Jack to stop his beating.
But the big man was getting back for the sharp blow to his cock and balls. He was concentrating on beating her ass. Linda clenched her cheeks until they ached. She was trying to protect her sensitive asshole. But nothing was safe on her body from Jack. The big man beat her from toe to tit, marking the creamy flesh around her shoulders with ugly purple welts.
"OHHHH!" the girl cried out in defeated exhaustion. With total despair the young blonde teenager dangled limply from the ropes, her head thrown back while her mouth hung open.
"Tod, help me," Jack said, throwing the belt down onto the dirt floor again.
His skinny partner climbed onto a box opposite Jack, the two of them unfastening the cuffs holding the girl in that dangling position.
With a loud grunt of relief, Linda tumbled down into a crushed heap on the floor. She moved her hands quickly under her belly, rolling the badly injured wrists over the cool welted flesh. Oh God, thank God that was all over! How her arms had felt when she dangled like that. Fortunately, her arms hadn't come out of their sockets! She was still in one piece, even though every bone and square inch of her flesh throbbed and ached with a horrible pain.
"little fuckin' bitch. Think you can put me out of commission with that kick?" Jack growled, falling onto the screaming girl.
Linda struggled on the floor, feeling herself crushed into the dirt by this animal's tremendous weight. His hands tore at her sore flesh while he threw her forward, making her sprawl onto the dirt.
"Oh, oh...." Jack was puffing on top of her.
Linda could feel him fumbling with his fly, heard the zipper open, felt something hard and hot pressing against her welted buttocks. Oh God, he was going to fuck her in the ass! He was going to stick his cock into her tiny bunghole even after what he'd done to her butt with that horrible belt!
Jack grabbed hep hipbones, pulling her ass up and tilting it at an angle for his initial thrust. She could smell the stale piss and shit on the dirt floor. Stubble worked into her nostrils and mouth and the girl coughed and sneezed with disgust.
Suddenly, with a piercing pain, Linda realized the head of Jack's fat dick had found her tight little shithole. The blonde yelled, feeling the blunt head pressing against her whipped asshole. Jack laughed again, screaming down at her that if she were good enough for Brad, she was good enough for him.
"Take it, baby, take my goddamned cock. Ain't many broads who can take my cock up their ass. Fuck, I've gotta pin one down like this to get a good butt-fuck," he said thickly between his clenched teeth.
Linda sobbed, clawing the dirt helplessly while her knees dragged across the floor. She screamed louder. Her ring of sphincter muscle was being stretched, pushed in, made to submit to the trenching cock. For a second Jack eased up on her asshole. Linda also relaxed, pushing outward as if she were taking a shit. If only she could drive it out. Maybe he'd get tired of trying to fuck her in the ass and fuck her in the cunt. At least she knew she could take a man there without any pain.
But then, like a big rock, his cock jammed against her relaxed asshole again. Before Linda could think about what was happening, half his cockhead was already pushed into her. Her butt felt as if it were about to tear. She grunted, begging Jack to ease up, go slowly. But nothing would reach the raping man. Linda groaned, feeling the slickness of his foreskin peeling back as it entered deeper into her shitter. Bit by bit she could feel her asshole easing up, relaxing, letting the prick enter.
Jack let go of her hips. She felt his hand reach down to her tits. Linda squirmed, moving her ass back against his hairy groin. She moved her ass as sensuously as she could. This slow fucking was killing her, dampening any pleasure she could be getting from her pussy. If she could bring him off quickly, Linda knew she'd be free of the horrible pain now tearing at her. It had worked with Brad, why not with Jack?
"Ohhh, you're splitting me open!" The widening head of Jack's cock seemed to sink forever. Linda wept, sobbed, gagged. She could feel his big fingers toying with her sore nipples. He twisted them cruelly, hurting her so much the girl twisted and writhed on the ground, screaming like a stuck pig, begging him to kill her and get it over with.
"Shut up, you goddamned little bitch. You're gonna come out of this all right if you keep your fuckin' mouth shut. But you keep shoutin' and screamin' away and I swear they'll be finding your bones three years from now," Brad snarled.
Linda bit her lip to keep quiet. She couldn't even sob now. They wouldn't let her have the pleasure of screaming out her agony. What kind of men were these? Linda was so completely torn both in body and in mind, she couldn't even think of an answer to this question.. All she could think of now was the sliding cock moving deeper and deeper into her shit-chute.
"No, no, no," the girl cried as his cock started sliding back and forth faster and faster. Linda could feel the rock-hard dick throbbing wildly inside her asshole, getting ready to pop off.
The pressure suddenly eased. Linda felt Jack's hard hairy belly on her ass. She thought, with a sigh, that he was through. He must have fired off and finished with her. Jack was starting to draw out his cock. Linda thought he was pulling out a foot of cock from her ass.
But then he started forward again. Linda pressed her ass back against him, arching her back like an angered cat. The strange feeling of fullness inside her bowels was starting to excite her. It wasn't exactly like the heat that rose in her cunt when she had a cock inside her, it was another kind of heat, making a crazy sensation radiate all over her body.
Jack's dick slid deeper. Linda sucked in a deep breath. The blonde thought she'd blow apart from the pressure. The heat from the nerves in her asshole triggered something off in her pussy. In spite of her pain and humiliation, Linda actually found herself wanting more cock in her ass.
Oh God, she was flying out of control again. The increasing temp of Jack's ass fucking was driving her to the limits of her sexual endurance. linda squeezed her asshole tight around him, trying to drag more sensuous feelings from him. Jack was grunting like a dog now, his big hands lying on the rounded tops of her buttocks while his cock moved in and out like a greased piston.
"Shit, I'm gonna shoot off any second into this little cunt's ass," Jack said thickly. His eyelids were shut tight and his jaw was set.
Linda could feel the trembling urgency of his powerful body. That knowledge made her cunny fire up hotter than it had been in a long time. She felt him pull his cock out until only the head of his prick remained in her bunghole. She was hunching her ass back and forth in quick, jerky strokes. Oh God, would he finally cum, finally shoot off his thick creamy cum in her butt?
Suddenly Jack slammed his groin forward, burying the full length of his cock in her ass. Linda scratched the dirt and screamed like a yowling cat. She felt an explosion of lusty cream shoot into her ass. She was jerking, twitching, moving her body about while she felt Jack mashing her titties between his fingers. She could feel the cum-spraying rod filling up her ass, triggering lightning-like jolts of orgasmic heat in her cunt.
"Oh, nooo!" Linda cried, feeling her orgasm interrupted by Jack's quick withdrawal. He'd finished shooting off. Why should he care what happened to her?
"Fuck, that little number fucks hotter than a mink," Jack said, staggering up and backward. He wiped off his shitty dick with an old rag, stuffing the flaccid cock back into his Levi's while Linda sobbed on the floor.
"Oh, why, why, why?" the blonde teenager sobbed, curling her slender fingers into two tight fists and beating the ground.
Why had they done this horrible thing to her? She was innocent of any kind of crime, and yet they were treating her like the sickest of criminals. She'd been beaten, humiliated, and now fucked in the most degrading of places in the most degrading of ways! The men seemed to enjoy humiliating someone as young, pretty and innocent as her. Linda had heard of men who enjoy ruining something good and pure. And yet, was she all that good and pure? Something savage and sick had responded to their attacks. Was she just as guilty as they?
"Go on, Tod, fuck her in the cunt. I saw the way you were looking at her. Jack and I had her in the ass. She's clean. No dogs for a week," Brad said cruelly, throwing back his head and laughing derisively.
Linda rolled on her back, ready to spit with anger. But suddenly the thin, dark-haired man was on top of her. Oh God, why were her thighs tightening. Lust bubbled up from the roots of her cut, a pussy that had been worked up to climax, then frustrated by a too-early withdrawal of a cock. And now she was worked up, her pussy clenching and opening with heat, the outer labes stickily pulling back as the big man pawed her tits, slid over her belly, unzipped his pants and slipped his cock out onto her clenching thighs.
Linda thought him oddly handsome in spite of his long nose and thin body. And that hard, growing, smooth-sheathed dick sliding back and forth in the small crease between her leg and torso promised much to her aching, itchy pussy.
"AHHHH!" the girl sighed shamelessly. She felt his fingers all over her body. In spite of the many welts and bruises, the young girl gave in to his electrifying touches.
Pushing her thighs apart gently with his big hand, Tod hunched forward, working his fat-domed dick in between the girl's rubbery cunt lips, Linda threw her head back, her cunt moving back and forth while she danced her ass obscenely all over the dirt floor. It felt so good, so warm. She felt the steamy, belly-filling tension starting up in her crotch, making her hips move from side to side.
Tod grunted with satisfaction, hunching forward and up. With a greasy pop, the head of his cock slipped past the tense eager muscles of her cuntmouth into her slick fuckhole.
Linda felt her body tense with excitement. She tried to hold her passion back, not wanting to destroy the delicious feeling she had, hovering between orgasm and nothingness.
"Yeah, fuck, she's tight as hell. She ain't no whore," Tod grunted.
Linda smiled, glad someone wasn't abusing her as horribly as the others did. She was rocking her body back and forth, helping Tod to do the work. Oh, how good, how tight, how wonderful it all felt. He was pile driving his dick down, down, around and around that tight little hole of hers until she was whimpering for more.
"Yes, oh god, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Linda cried in a tight little whisper. She moved her ass around so fast she could feel pieces of straw stubble and dirt working between her buttocks.
Then suddenly she found herself biting her tongue, swallowing hard, trying to wet down her mouth and throat that had gone dry with lust. She flung her hips up, slammed her buttocks against the hard dirt floor, whimpered with delicious frustration--a young blonde teenager turned into a wild sex animal.
"Fuck, she's out of control," Tod said, reaching down and trying to hold her shoulders still as he drilled his thin ten-inch cock into her like a spear.
But Linda couldn't keep her hips still. Every time he rubbed her clitty tip with his smooth dick, the girl dissolved into a mass of sexual excitement. The incredible heat in her cunt made the girl curl her spine, beg for more cock, ask for things she never would have dreamed of mentioning before. Brad was right. She was nothing more than a cheap whore, giving in to the worst desires of her soul.
Linda had all of Tod's big cock now. She knew her cuntal sheath was being forced open by that fat dick. The girl was moving her tight ass in circles now, whimpering through her flared nostrils, going crazy with a lust that would destroy her.
Tod ground his teeth together until they threatened to chip from the tension. He dug his fingernails into her welted asscheeks. Linda felt all the nerves in her butt stand on end at his touch. The open wounds of her whipping flamed hotly with the dripping of her sweat. The insides of her thighs burned and chilled as her cuntjuice oozed out from between her peeled back labes, squishing from her hole and dripping onto Tod's jiggling balls. Linda felt her entire body turn into a rubbery melting mass of sex flesh. She felt a growing ball of sex hunger become more intense as the seconds passed.
The fast clicking of Tod's fucking grew faster as her pulse raced faster, Linda tossed her hips like a ship caught in a storm.
"Oh God, can't ... can't ... can't last...." Linda was almost hysterical with sexual tension now. Her fingers raked across Tod's humping back while his long thin dick reamed out her cuntal mouth. The young blonde sucked in a choked, strangled breath and pressed her body tightly against Tod's. Her cuntmouth was hurting from the fucking friction. A wild fire suddenly started at the base of her fuckhole, then quickly spread to the rest of her body. Linda's belly seemed to bulge with dickmeat, swelling up with excitement. She grunted, ramming her cunt up onto the rock-hard rod of cockmeat.
"Fuck, gonna shoot!" Tod said through his clenched teeth.
Linda cried out something as well, locking her fingers behind the man's thin neck and dragging her body partially off the dirt floor.
Linda exploded, her mind shattering into a million brightly colored pieces. The hard jolt of his climax blasted against her cunny walls. Linda was clawing and kicking at anything in reach as her climax peaked. She felt she was one big cunt, all wet and hot and clenching. Linda milked at the bucking cockmeat, bouncing up and down, wanting more dickmeat than anyone could ever give her. Her head fell back while her lower jaw slackened and let out a primeval yelp of satisfaction.
When it was over, the girl loosened her grip on Tod's neck and fell limply to the floor. She could feel her cunt slackening for the moment.
"And that's the beginning," Brad said, wiping his excited face with the back of one hand.
Linda looked heavy-lidded at the big foreman and shivered. Yes, he was right. She would probably be found years later buried in some grave. The young blonde sobbed, sure she was going to die at the hands of these three sadists.
CHAPTER NINE
"No, no, I won't! I won't!"
"You'll do anything I damn well tell you to do," Brad snarled.
Linda was being dragged from the corner where she'd curled up into a tight ball. The foreman's big fingers were wrapped in her long blonde hair. He pulled her savagely across the dirt floor, the girl's hands flailing up, trying to knock away the fingers that were tearing her hair from her scalp.
"P-please," Linda begged, her eyelids fluttering.
She tried keeping up with him, digging her heels into the loose dirt and sitting up. But Brad was having too much fun dragging her around the barn, sliding her naked, beaten ass around the dirt, peering over his shoulder and watching the helpless blonde teenager gasping, sobbing, twisting and jerking her long white legs under her in an attempt to lessen the agony. Her face was streaked with dirt and tears while more straw stubble clung to her flesh. Brad felt his cock stiffening once more as he watched those large tits jiggle and bounce together with the girl's violent, twisting moves.
"There, this is good enough," he muttered, suddenly letting go of the hair.
Linda let out a sobbing gasp of relief, jerking her hands up to her head and rubbing her sore scalp. She curled her legs up under her buttocks and leaned forward, trying to protect as much of her body as she could. No more was the girl worried about protecting her modesty. All she thought about was staying alive, trying to keep breathing until tomorrow night. Then her parents would be here. Then Brad and the others wouldn't dare try anything. But now.
"You guys never saw this one in action with the doggies, have you?"
Linda shivered. So, he was going to make her perform like some kind of circus freak!
"King, Shadow!"
Brad called out their names, his voice making the young girl jerk with terror. Twisting around to the left, Linda saw the two large animals loom out of the darkness. They'd been there all along, crouching, staring at her, watching to see when their perverted master would call for them.
"There she is," Brad said in a soft voice, crouching down and rubbing King's furry head with both hands.
The big animal lowered his head and let out a high-pitched whining growl, his bushy tail jerkily wagging from left to right. Shadow pranced around nervously, now looking at Linda, now nuzzling Brad's right arm and trying to get some of the affection the big foreman was bestowing on King.
"I don't think I ever saw a broad go down on a goddamned dog before," Tod said, scratching his head, then looking at Linda in disbelief.
"Was in the Navy and saw a kind of dog and pony show in Mexico once," Jack said, reaching down and rubbing his crotch once more. Linda could see he was the most interested of the three.
"Get her, King," Brad said, holding onto Shadow for the moment.
Linda scooted back, her hands pressed into the dirt while the balls of her feet dug into the ground and pushed. Her titties jiggled back and forth while the girl watched the approaching dog carefully.
Not again, oh god, not again, Linda thought to herself. She didn't want to have to feel that animal's tongue sloshing up and down her pussy. No, she couldn't let that happen to her once more. How could she explain it to herself, explain the wonderful, searing sexual electricity that rippled through her pussy? She had responded all too well to the dogs' attentions. Somehow the blonde teenager managed to keep down the accusing thoughts that kept rising in her dreams. But could she endure a second similar attack and come out unscathed?
"Ohhhhhh!" Linda cried. Her knees trembled as the big dog lurched forward, his teeth bared and his tongue hanging out from the right side of his mouth. The girl instinctively pulled up both arms and covered her eyes, falling back onto the ground while trying to twist her hips around and prevent the dog from getting at her exposed pussy.
But King was too fast, landing with his forepaws on Linda's thighs. The girl cried out, her body jerking violently up and to the right as the toenails scratched her sensitive flesh. Linda tried digging her heels into the dirt once more, trying to squirm away from the growling, panting dog.
"No, no, this can't happen again," Linda groaned.
But there was a wetness down in her cunt she couldn't ignore. There was the exciting feeling of a velvet wetness being exposed, of something silky and bumpy rubbing together. It was the rumbling walls of her pussy, made slick and hot by the knowledge of what the dog's intentions were.
Linda bucked her hips to the right, then to the left as the dog stuck his nose once more under her cuntal mound. Linda could feel her hot cuntal juices seeping out as that strange, perverted hunger rose in her belly and pussy once more. She was hungry for the touch of that animal, for a touch that wasn't agonizing or humiliating like those of Brad, Jack and Tod. Oh, how good it felt to have that wonderful, caring dog on top of her. She was breathing hard now and her nipples had become thick and stiff, begging to be touched, to be pinched, to be licked.
"Ahhhh," Linda sighed, closing her eyes and moving her shoulders back and forth on the ground.
She could feel the drool from his tongue dripping onto her heaving belly as he licked wildly with hot expectation. No, she couldn't let him fuck her. No, that wouldn't be right for her to do again. But a licking, a wonderful, mind-blowing licking would be alright.
Linda moved her iron-torn hands up and caressed the furry head between her legs. His heavy coat of fur prickled her naked skin. She lifted one leg up and petted his back, bumping her fingers against his wagging tail. There was no getting around it now. Linda knew she wasn't being forced to submit this way to the animal. She was letting it happen, encouraging the dog to lick her off, maybe even to fuck her in front of these men. She could feel her pussy cramping up into excited knots of sexual tension. She could feel how hot and wet she was between her legs. God, Linda couldn't even think straight. All she could think of was that growling, licking animal nestled in the saddle of her upper thighs and of that wonderful, hot wet tongue slathering spittle over her juicing cunt.
"Ohhhh! Ohhh!" Linda cried out, rolling onto her belly and covering her eyes.
The big animal bobbed his head around, trying to find that hot vulnerable spot again. He nosed around her ears until she was completely wet. This new kind of attack was unexpected and had an intense effect on the girl. She shivered as King licked down her back, slicking down the hollows between her jutting narrow shoulder blades, then going down her spine until he was on top of her smooth rounded buttocks.
Slowly Linda squeezed her ass muscles together, lifting her butt and wagging it for the dog. She could hear the men laughing at her, making obscene comments, saying she wasn't any better than half the bitch gutter dogs they'd seen fucking in packs in the streets. Images of dogs fucking that way suddenly went through the blonde's mind and she felt a tight, hot feeling rip through her pussy. Oh God, what am I becoming, she thought again.
But Linda's thoughts of guilt were quickly evaporated when King smoothed his tongue between the tight, dark crack separating her asscheeks. Linda shivered and let out a low moan. The hot wet sensation soon cooled under the breeze, presenting a delicious contrast against the surrounding sex-hot flesh. She could feel the spittle dribbling down over the thick blonde cunt hairs curling up from her pussy toward her asshole. It was a feeling she'd never experienced in her life. Linda arched her back more, rising up on her knees to give King more room. She was panting every bit as hard as he was. She could feel the weight of her big tits hanging from her chest. That sensation excited her even more. She was gasping in lungfuls of air when she could, holding her breath when King's long pink tongue worked lower on her thighs. She spread her legs further apart until she could feel her inner cuntlips peel stickily back from the dark red pussymeat along her slit. King pushed at her hungrily, sliding his tongue under her pussy mound and up.
"OHHHHHH!" Linda cried out in a shivery moan. She could feel her flesh puckering up into goosepimples with every delicious lick.
"Look at her go!" Tod said, his mouth gaping open in amazement at the girl he'd just fucked. He couldn't believe a human being could turn on to an animal that quickly and that intensely.
But Linda was living proof. The blonde girl shivered, moan, twisted, bucked, sobbed and gasped as the big German shepherd crawled all over her body, his long pointed red prong dragging across the girl's flesh.
"Ohhhh," Linda moaned, rolling onto her back again. She spread her legs, dragging her knees up to her titties to give the big animal more room for his sharp muzzle.
King pushed into the pussy opening, snuffing and panting into the steamy, soaked flesh. Linda kicked out her right leg as the excited sexual thrills built.
The big animal was growling. It had a soft, smothered growl Linda had heard before when the animals were working her over in front of Brad. When she looked down under the big animal's belly she saw the dark red bumpy dick, its pointed tip glistening with something clear and apparently sticky. It was cum, the same kind of cum she'd seen clinging to Brad's piss-slit when she was forced to suck him off.
Linda shuddered, her eyes riveted to that funnel-shaped thing. Once more she thought of dogs fucking one another, their bodies glued to each other as thighs locked and growls mingled together to make one song of fucking.
Linda babbled with excitement, dropping her head and rolling it from side to side. She arched her back, digging her shoulders hard into the dirt underneath while wiggling her hips sinuously from side to side. Looking up through slitted eyes, the young blonde could see that prong again. It had slipped a few more inches out of the dark gray furry sheath and glistened more with its natural lube. Oh God, to think that might be reaming out her pussy in a few minutes. That thought made the girl shiver--but was it with terror, revulsion or with a strange kind of lust?
Linda was sitting back up now, holding King's head down so he would lap at her cuntal slit. She looked down, amazed at the sight of his tongue peeling back her furry outer labes and sinking into her juice-oozing slit. His tongue rubbed her flooded pussymeat. And the way he petted her clit, forcing it down into her cunt meat. King wagged his powerful hips.
Linda watched as even more of his red cockmeat slithered out of its tight-fitting sheath. Her cuntal hair was clinging together in tangled wet mats along the edges of her cuntlips. She sat with her legs crossed, making herself completely open to the animal's persistent licking.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Linda cried, watching as her tendons bulged out whenever King licked upward through the hot, slippery length of her cunt.
Suddenly, the dog twisted his head, opening his mouth and biting down on her bulging right tendon. Linda sucked in a ragged breath, throwing back her head and letting out a moan of terror and delight.
Oh, how good that sharp, tingling sensation of teeth biting her hot, wet flesh felt! The girl raised her ass from the floor, dancing it around in small circles, then dropped backward. The cords stood out in her neck as she let out tiny whimpering gasps. A string of drool hung from one corner of her mouth as she felt her heart skipping beats. Oh how, how good it all felt!
With another low moan, Linda fell back onto the bed and pushed her cuntal mound up, tossing it around in tight circles. She was begging the dog to lick her again. She was moaning for more dickmeat, more tongue, more friction, more everything. It was as if her pussy couldn't have enough.
"Yessssss," Linda hissed. She whipped her legs against the sides of the dog, then dropped them to the ground.
Oh, how good it felt to rub her calves against the animal's hot sides. She could tell King liked it too. His licking increased in intensity. The young girl cried, feeling a wild pleasure boiling up from her cunt. She could hear the slick sounds of the animal's tongue licking across her hot pussymeat.
And God, she couldn't stop moving. Her shivering moans and snake-like twistings seemed to set the dog off even more. He started making strange sounds against the hot buttery mass of her cunt. It was a kind of growling, whining noise that triggered something inside the young girl. Linda spread her legs farther apart, lifting her pussymeat higher and higher to the dog.
As Linda's groans peaked the dog opened his jaws once more and started nipping lightly at her swollen, hot, hairy cunny mound. Linda's eyes fluttered open and a choked gasp of disbelieving delight was torn from her throat. Oh God, she was going to cum, going to cum in this wonderful dog's mouth.
"Hey Tod, look, your little princess is cummin' with ol' King."
"Hey Tod, you thought she was so great. You think you could make her cum like that?" Jack taunted, his hands on his hips while his eyes were riveted on the thrashing young blonde.
Linda heard nothing except the wild beating of her heart as first one, then another orgasmic crash beat down upon her" cunt. Oh God, how wonderful, how satisfying this was.
"Yess, yesssss!" Linda cried, feeling her passion slackening as the final waves of orgasm rippled through her ravaged pussy.
The big German shepherd backed away, giving a few tentative licks at her cumming, clenching pussy, then backing toward Brad. His hard, red cock was still fully unsheathed and he twisted his head around, waiting for the next signal.
"Have enough, baby?" Brad asked, squatting down and petting King on the head.
"Oh! Oh!" Linda cried, hiding her head in shame.
To have performed that way in public was horrible. How those men laughed at her, pointed at her, called her every sick perverted name in the book. And how she'd deserved their laughter! Linda knew she'd fallen quickly from her position as high-minded virgin to low-life slut in just a few days. And how she was enjoying her downfall!
The teenager pushed herself up, her blonde hair twisted in dirty tangles and hanging in front of her flushed face. What were they going to do, make her blow the dog?
"Let's watch her take him like she took you, Tod," Brad said, stepping over to the girl. Linda dropped her hands from her eyes and cringed as the big foreman stood up and strode over to her.
"Oh, don't ... don't hit m-me," Linda stammered.
"Don't worry about that," Brad said, raising his right booted foot and placing it on the girl's right knee. With a violent shove he opened the girl up to King once more, forcing her flat on her back and spread-eagled.
King responded quickly, standing up with his pointed ears pricked forward and his tail high in the air. Linda cried out as she saw the big German shepherd charging at her like a wounded bull.
"Come on, raise them legs just like it was one of us comin' to fuck you," Brad said, kicking the young blonde lightly on her welted ass.
Linda did as she was told, twisting her face to the right and closing her eyes when she felt the animal's clawed forepaws land on her belly. She could feel the weight of his body driving out the air from her lungs. There was now that all too familiar sensation of a hot furry body between her splayed thighs. Linda sucked in a lungful of air, then held it as she felt something hot and stiff bumping up along her asscrack. It was the animal's cock. She could feel it working its way into the tight crevice, worming up higher and higher toward her asshole!
"NO!" the girl cried. No, she wasn't about to be butt-fucked by that dog.
"Come on, honey, let him do what he likes," Brad encouraged.
Linda cried out again, rocking her body and nearly pitching the growling animal off her. She looked up and saw his big powerful jaws opened, revealing the double set of sharp teeth. Drool oozed from one corner of his mouth, dripping down in clear strings to her heaving belly. His paws inched up to her titties, jiggling like two bowls of pudding on her chest.
He was hunching down now, making quick, jerking movements with his hindquarters. Linda could feel the pointed tip of that dog dick hitting her upturned asscheeks. He was instinctively getting closer and closer to her furry, hot cunthole. She watched as his eyes became set and intense, revealing the concentration inside the animal's tiny brain. All he could think of now was finding that tight, hot, juicy hole to relieve the tense itch building up in his cock.
"No," Linda sobbed, knowing full well there was little she could do to stop this. The cold ground under her back and head hurt her flesh. To either side she saw the three men standing, watching her with an almost detached interest as she took on the big fucking animal.
"Almost there," Brad said, reaching down and fingering his cock.
Linda knew what he meant. She could feel that dog cock only an inch away from her pussylips. And then....
"AHHHHHHH!" the girl cried, closing her eyes tightly.
She arched her back as if someone had stuck a spear into her chest while her face was a mask of intense agony and revulsion. Once more, for the second time in the girl's life, a dog had struck home with his cock, slicing open her cunt with his knobby prong.
CHAPTER TEN
"Ohhh, ohhhh," Linda cried, twisting her hips from one side to the other.
The German shepherd's sharp toenails dug painfully into her belly flesh. Every forward fucking thrust he made shook the tiny blonde's body, making Linda gasp and pant for air. He was drilling that dog prong into her, reaming out her pussyhole, slipping those large bumps protruding from his dick in and out of Linda's snatch. The girl could hear the soft sucking sounds of his prick trenching out her cunt. Linda was sucking in air with whistling sounds through her nose. Her knees sagged farther and farther apart while her fingers clawed at the loose dirt. Oh God, she-was actually turning on to this once more. Linda could feel every nerve ending in her body responding to this horrible dog fuck! A hot, tight knot of excitement began to unravel in the pit of her belly, making her stomach buck, then balloon out. Her body was twisting, writhing on the ground, growing hot and sticky with sweat as the big German shepherd fucked the young blonde teenager faster and harder.
Linda could feel that big, ugly-looking knot near the base of his cockroot banging against her flattened cuntlips. The girl was sure he was trying to work that knob in, something she was sure would cause her more pain than pleasure.
"No, no," Linda whimpered, raising her arms and pressing her palms against the dog's muscular chest. King didn't know what she was trying to do, and he twisted his head around, licking the girl's fingers. That touch made her shudder with wild pleasure. The young girl couldn't control any movement of her body. With another shivering moan she dropped her arms, closing her eyes and letting whatever happened happen.
"Fuck, she's out of control!" Brad commented, scratching his groin with one hand.
"Ahhh! Ahhh!" Linda cried, her lower jaw slackened while her eyelids fluttered open and her eyes rolled up into her head.
Linda could feel her clit, burning as if someone had set it on fire. Her bloated cuntlips were puffed out to the maximum, slicked down with layers of cunt juice and the big dog's pre-cum. Her nipples were long and stiff, twitching with sexual tension, Linda sobbed and choked out half-formed words, teetering on the brink of orgasm.
King suddenly froze, his big body shivering with lust. Linda could feel his cock worming around inside her pussy, jerking and twitching as if it had a life of its own. He was cumming, she was sure of it. He was shooting his dog jizz, dumping that cum into her twat.
The girl cried out, closing her eyes and digging her head into the dirt. Her shoulders shuddered, moving sinuously from side to side while her knees snapped together hard and trapped the big dog between them. Her feet danced on the floor, then scissored around the big dog's hunching body, Linda held onto the animal tightly with her knees and calves, squeezing her asscheeks together and feeding him her cunnymeat with wild jerks. She moved her ass in tight little circles, humming and wheezing through her half-opened mouth as she rubbed her cumming clit over the delicious-feeling bumps on King's cock.
"AHHHHHHH!" Linda cried, twisting her head from side to side. Spit flecked her lips as she felt the orgasmic spasms tear through her pussy.
"Oh, oh, OHHHHHH!" Linda screamed, gasping for air as the tearing climax nearly sent the girl pitching head first into unconsciousness. Linda kept cumming and cumming, feeling the strength drain from her while King kept pumping his hips faster and harder.
When it was all over the big German shepherd pulled himself out of the girl's hot tight cunt, trotting over to one corner of the barn and curling up. Linda rolled over onto her right side, squeezing her thighs together, rocking from side to side, taking care of the final, dying orgasmic spasms in her pussy.
"She has to be washed off. Fuck, don't want a girl with dog cum leakin' out of 'er," Brad said, walking over to the right side of the large central barn area. Linda heard the sound of running water hitting the bottom of an empty pail. There were more steps, the sound repeated itself.
Suddenly she felt something cold splash against her hot flesh. The sudden sharp contrast was like a thousand tiny daggers cutting into her skin. The young girl jerked as if touched by electricity, her arms and legs flying out while she twisted onto her buttocks. Another icy bucket of water was pitched onto her pussy.
"Unhhhhhhh!" Linda cried, feeling the cold water slosh into her pussy and wash out the dog cum. She jerked her head up and tried covering her pussy by folding one leg over the other.
But Brad kicked her legs apart once more, laughing as Tod pitched another bucketful of water onto her lower belly. The blonde teenager shuddered, feeling the painful contact of that cold against her hot flesh. She gasped for air, jerking her hands around and covering her grossly violated pussy.
"That oughtta do it," he said, indicating with a hand signal for the others to stop. "Shadow, front and center," he said, turning his head around and staring at his other dog. The larger animal stood up quickly when he heard his name pronounced, pricking his ears forward and lifting his tail straight up like a banner. "Go on, get over on your hands and knees like a good little bitch."
Linda let out a low whimper, fighting back the tears as she did as she was told. Slowly the girl dragged herself into that crouching position, her head sagging with defeat between her shoulder blades while her knees spread themselves farther apart. She could feel her cunt opening to the big animal behind her. His large body trembled with excitement while his fur bristled around his neck. Linda felt him sniffing her exposed pussy, pushing his cold black nose against her cum-stained pussylips, smelling King's jizz, then licking it with his broad dark pink tongue.
"Oh, god, god, god," Linda moaned, shaking her head from one side to the other. Her flesh broke out into goosepimples while her narrow shoulders shook with revulsion at what was happening and how she was reacting to it.
Linda kept thinking about what a sick woman she was. How could she find such pleasure in this kind of horror? Already she could feel her pussy beginning to knot up, grow hot and steamy all over again. The sensation of Shadow slicking her pussy down with his spittle, mixing his saliva with King's cum and her cunt juice, excited the girl terribly. Her hair whipped across her face as the girl twisted and groaned under the big German shepherd's attentions. Her belly sagged, then tightened while her legs kicked out, then snapped back together again. Oh, how that tongue was slithering around her stiffening clit, making it cum again and again softly like a tiny kiss.
"Get her, boy, get her good," Brad said, licking his lower lip. Tod and Jack were doing the same, stroking their cocks, watching as the small blonde teenager took on the big dog.
"Imhhlihrrrrrr!" Linda cried as Shadow jumped onto her, wrapping his big forepaws around her chest as did King.
She let out a choked sob, feeling that heavy furry body pressing her down into the dirt. She could feel that big head nestling in the valley between her shoulder blades, could feel his powerful hindquarters moving jerkily behind her, trying to find a good position to prepare the cock for the initial fucking thrust.
Then something strange happened. It must have been because of the dog's over-excitement combined with the angle of Linda's upturned ass. Whatever it was, Shadow hunched forward hard, burying his knobby prong not into the girl's spread slicked pussy, but into her tight little bunghole.
"Ahhhhhh!" Linda cried, her body snapping up and nearly pitching the animal off her back.
Linda's head jerked from side to side as her face wore an expression of pain. The girl shook her ass wildly from right to left, collapsing onto her elbows while spreading her knees wildly apart and trying to shake that horribly painful thing out of her butt. To be ass-fucked by a dog! No, that was the ultimate degradation! No, she had to get that German shepherd off her ass.
"Hey, ol' Shadow's found him a place King didn't think of," Jack said, the first to notice the big dog's mistake.
The three men watched as the confused dog whimpered, pricking his ears forward and wondering why the girl's pussy was so tight and dry! Linda cried and sobbed, crawling on her elbows, dragging her feet behind her while still trying to get the animal off her.
But Shadow was strong, refusing to be knocked off the object he'd been intending for his cock for so long. He grunted with the effort, twisting his narrow dog hips around, working his bumpy prong into the girl's clenching asshole gradually.
Linda could feel that animal's dick slicing into her bung inch by inch. The girl could feel the foul-tasting bile rising in her throat. She was going to vomit. No. She couldn't take this. If only she could faint, lose consciousness. Then the dog could do whatever he wanted.
"Hhhhrrrr, hhhrrrrr!" The young blonde cried as she felt Shadow begin his fucking. The big German shepherd hunched back, then thrust forward, running his knobby prong like a knife into her shitter. Linda did her best to relax, feeling that funnel-shaped doggie dick ream all its five inches into her tight bung. She could feel that large bump trying to work its way into her ass and clenched her big ass muscles to keep that from happening.
"Hey, I think she's turning on to this," Jack said.
Nothing could have been further from the truth.
Unlike King's licking and fucking, Shadow's ass-fucking was far too fast and painful to have any effect on Linda except sheer horror. The girl kept twisting, trying to knock the dog off. But now she was resigned to the ultimate cumming of the big dog in her shitter.
"Ohhh! Ohhhh!" Linda cried, rolling her forehead over the dirt floor. She could feel Shadow's dick ballooning out, pushing the sensitive membranes of her shit-chute apart. He was trembling, holding on to her shaking body hard with his hairy forelegs while he pushed hard with his hindquarters against her ass. The blonde teenager could hear him growling with excitement, a deep, throaty roaring sound from his throat that made her flesh crawl with disgust. She could feel his spittle dripping onto the back of her neck while he gave his cock the final few hunches.
In another minute he was wailing a high-pitched growl, stabbing his spraying cock in and out quickly, filling the girl's gut with his dog cum.
The three men watched silently as Linda groaned like an animal, clawing at the dirt, dragging her head over the straw-covered barn floor while her ass took in squirt after squirt of the animal's hot sticky cum.
When it was over the confused German shepherd slid off Linda's sagging back, trotting comfortably over to his buddy and curling up next to King. Linda felt her legs sag apart and she collapsed onto the floor, curling up into the fetal position. Oh, how good it would feel to be back in her bed, safe and warm, away from these terrible men!
They'd done everything to her--fucked her in the cunt and ass, beat her senseless with leather belts, punched her, forced her to commit all kinds of sex with two German shepherds! Oh, how wonderful it would be to get away from these men and this horrible place and go back to her home!
"Get up," Brad said, standing over her with his hands on his hips.
Linda felt her body shudder at the sound of his deep, harsh voice.
"Wh-what?"
"I said get up. We want you out of the barn. Go on, get up and get the fuck outta here."
Linda felt him slide the tip of his cold, muddy leather boot under her right armpit and jerk up on it hard. The force of that movement rolled her body over. Protectively, Linda jerked her hands over her pussy, feeling her thumbs slide over the dog's cum and into her tiny crack.
"Please, don't hurt me," the girl cried, still not able to understand what was happening.
"But that's just what you want, honey," Brad said in a mocking voice. "You can't wait to be hurt. Man, you want pain so bad it kills you when you have normal sex," he said, a thin smile curling up his lips.
"No one's ever given me a chance to have normal sex!' Linda cried, her forehead wrinkling up with terror and hate.
But the big foreman and his friends didn't give the girl a chance to say much else. Brad had prepared himself well for this moment. While Jack and Tod washed the screaming blonde teenager down again with buckets of water, the big foreman moved to a large workbench to the right of the big set of double doors. Linda's uncle had used the bench to work on various pieces of farm equipment. It quickly became apparent Brad had another use for it.
"W-wht are those?" the girl asked as he dipped his hand in and pulled out a weird assortment of various objects. Tod and Jack stared with interest as well, never having been privy to Brad's toys.
"Get her on the table," Brad muttered, examining various clamps, screws and rings. Tod and Jack did as they were told, scooping up the twisting, whimpering blonde girl and dragging her like a sack across the floor to the work bench.
When she was laid flat on her back, her ankles dangling over the sides, Brad took the first screw in one hand and moved it over her cunt. Soon Linda felt her right cuntlip being tugged away from the center of her hole. Brad was screwing the clamp on tighter and tighter, the cold metal biting into her rubbery pussy flesh. He had her labe trapped in the screw-like device and was pulling it against her right thigh.
"Yeah, that's about right," he said, stepping back and examining his handiwork.
For Linda the pulling was agonizing. She looked straight up at the ceiling with a terrible expression of intense concentration. A cold sweat broke out on her forehead and belly while she felt her sensitive labe being tugged harder and harder by that strange cold object. She was afraid he would tear her pussy apart with those weird objects. She could expect no help from Jack and Tod, who looked at her and what was happening to her pussy with delighted amazement.
While Linda gritted her teeth in pain, Brad pulled her left cuntlip to the side and started screwing it against her left thigh.
Next Brad pulled out small pieces of rope, thinner than the ones used to hang her from the rafters, and tied her wrists to the table legs. The cord was thin and cut into her wrists, already sore and skinned from her former ordeal. Then moving to the front, the big foreman bound her ankles to her thighs, keeping the girl's knees straight up in the air. Attaching a loop to one knee, Brad ran the rope under the broad table and looped the other knee, thus preventing her from snapping her knees, thighs and cuntlips together.
"Now, we're gonna have a little fun," Brad said, opening his fly once more. Linda watched as he skinned down his tight-fitting Levi's. This, she was certain, would be her ultimate experience-ending in death.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Linda watched Brad pick up the black leather belt that was all too familiar to the girl. She struggled in the ropes, feeling the thin cord cutting into her wrists. Then suddenly, Brad brought it down hard, slicing the weapon between her thighs and striking her clit.
"YAHHHHHH!" Linda screamed, writhing crazily on the wooden table. Her body arched up, her muscles bulging against her sweaty, tortured flesh. The cords stood out in her neck while blood oozed from her ankles and wrists from the cutting ropes.
The belt struck a second time in the same area. The pulling of the screws on her pussylips made the searing pain seem even more intense. Her asscheeks danced across the table top, the flesh tearing in places as long dirty splinters jabbed themselves into her skin. Oh, if only she could clamp her thighs together to keep her pussy safe. But those clamps and the looped ropes did their job. He kept hitting her sensitive flesh, whipping it again and again with that whistling belt, raising welts while all Linda could do was twist her helpless body on that splintered table top and scream at the top of her voice.
"Sheeit, don't you think you oughtta let up a little Brad?" Tod suggested. The skinny man wrinkled up his forehead in real concern as he watched the tiny blonde teenager writhing savagely under Brad's rain of blows.
"Hey, man, he knows what he's doin'," Jack said, reaching into his opened trousers and pulling out his fat, long dick.
"Fuck," Brad replied. He felt his dickhead growing hot and tight with cum. He was enjoying every second of this, watching the girl twist under his beating, hearing her scream for mercy and his determination not to show any of it. In spite of his long history of doing this sort of thing with many women, no one had responded to him the way this young blonde had. No, he wasn't going to give her up so easily.
"AAHHHHHYYYAHHHHH!" Linda screamed as the belt flicked between her spread thighs again.
"Go on, baby, maybe if you ask me to stop I'll do it," Brad said between his tightly clenched teeth.
Linda knew by now what he wanted. Something odd inside her responded to him. She correctly guessed Brad was looking for someone who wouldn't give in to him. He wanted someone who could stand what he savagely dished out. Linda gathered her courage together and twisted her head around, glaring angrily up at her tormentor.
"Never. No, I'll never give in. You can do whatever you want to me, you goddamned sonofabitch, but I'll never do what you want," Linda screamed with all her strength.
Brad smiled. She'd said what he wanted. He laughed loudly, hitting the tips of her nipples with his belt. The girl cried out, moving her body as best she could from side to side, trying to keep her nipples safe from that cutting belt.
"Fuck!" he muttered between his teeth, throwing down the belt and climbing onto the girl's naked tortured body. When he covered her mouth with his, he bit into the upper Hp, drawing blood.
"NOOOOOO!" the girl screamed, her fingers working helplessly in the air while she bucked and thrashed, trying to throw off the big, muscular, stiff-cocked man.
"Want more, eh?"
Brad pushed himself up, kneeling high above her and raising his left hand. He brought the palm down hard against her right cheek, then backhanded her left. Linda felt the heat of the slaps, but now there wasn't much pain connected with them any more. Now she felt a wonderful kind of heat going through her. In her belly she could feel something responding to this big man and his violence. He could do anything he wanted to her and she'd enjoy it. Of that Linda was fairly certain.
Her body squirmed and writhed under Brad's big moving hands as he drove his tongue deeper into her mouth. The girl felt his tongue go to the back of her throat while her long blonde hair was gripped by one of his big hands. At the same time, she could feel his other hand reach under her and squeeze her tortured asscheeks. The pressure of his calloused fingers against her rounded buttocks inflamed the sexual heat rising out of the girl's newly found and recognized masochism.
The sounds coming out of Linda's mouth could have been screams if Brad's tongue weren't blocking the way. But all the blonde could do was taste the foreman's hot, salty spit in her throat. The pressure of the screws on her cuntlips made her cry out with muffled screams of pleasure. She wanted a cock. As horrible as it was, Linda couldn't fight the lust ripping through her pussy and soul. Yes, she wanted his dick, that big, fat, hard thing rubbing against her thighs. She wanted that prick reaming out her cuntmouth, forcing her pussy membranes farther and farther apart as it drilled into the dark wet depths of her cunny.
Linda felt hot thrills ripple through her as Brad pushed his fat dick into her belly, sliding his cock past the pulling screws and into her cunt. The hot, bulbous cockhead pushed her dark pink cuntal membranes apart, making the girl cry with tears of perverted lust. Her head throbbed with wild excitement while she felt her clit beat with a wild orgasmic rhythm.
Linda felt his mouth all over her face. He kissed her lips, her cheeks, her eyelids and her throat. Oh God, what a wonderful sensation it was. The pain he caused her seemed to melt into a wonderful, floating kind of pleasure that excited her more than she'd ever been in all her life. Brad let his fingers travel over her body again and again. He pinched her sore nipples, used the flat of his broad palm to massage her outstretched clit. Linda could feel the heat coming from where his belt had slammed against her clit and the surrounding flesh.
Her big, pendulous tits heaved up and down as his fingers tugged on her nipples. She bit at him, only to have him slap her hard. Linda knew Brad enjoyed hurting her, knowing full well she was enjoying the pain.
"Hey, boss, come on, let us have some fun," Jack said, feeling his cock grow hot and hard, ready for shooting.
"Wait your turn," Brad gasped. "Fuck, you don't want to get fucked, eh? Goddamn you move that fuckin' ass of yours around whenever I stick my dick up your twat," Brad said derisively.
"You talk like a man now, safe because you've tied me up!" Linda cried back defiantly.
"I can do anything I like with you, babe. Even if I untied you, you'd still be on this table, your goddamned legs spread out, waitin' for me to fuck your ass or pussy," Brad said, his eyes sparkling with delight. Yes, this is what he was looking for.
Linda screamed back at him. But in her mind she thought of the two of them fucking, then-naked bodies writhing against one another in a wild battle.
"Untie her," Brad said, pulling out his dick while Linda let out a choked sob of disappointment.
"Huh?"
"You heard me, untie her," Brad said impatiently to Jack.
While the big farmhand did as he was told Brad moved up, his knees pressing into her arms. He reached down and grabbed her long blonde hair with both hands.
"Don't think you're getting away with anything," he warned. "You'll take my cock in your mouth and suck on it until I tell you to stop. Shit, it's gonna feel good havin' that mouth on my dick."
"No!" Linda cried. "Put that in my mouth and I'll bite it off." She looked up with despair and defiance at the big man. Her face was wet, streaking with sweat and tears. Her blonde hair was fanned out on the table. She saw the hungry stare in the animal-like eyes of the big foreman.
But Brad said nothing else. His knees pressed painfully into her arm muscles while he leaned forward, taking the weight off his naked hairy buttocks. His one hand twisted its fingers in her hair while the other grabbed the cock and aimed the large red head at her tightly closed lips. He pushed the drooling dickhead against those lips, smearing a few drops of cum on her mouth. Then the hand holding her hair tugged Linda's head up.
"Open up, baby, open up or I'll tear that pretty hair outta your scalp."
Brad stared down, watching his cock jerking in front of Linda's parted lips. He wanted to cram the entire length of his prong into her mouth with one hard forward movement. He'd enjoy watching his dick go into this girl's mouth, making her cheeks puff out.
"Hey, you want the bitch so much, climb on and stick your fuckin' dick in her twat. The table's big enough, I think," Brad said.
Jack beat Tod to the table, climbed aboard, then wriggled carefully on the broad surface up to Linda's screwed-open cunt. The young blonde could feel someone playing with her flat labes, pulling at the screws until she jerked her head back and screamed with pain. Then suddenly, there was a fat, long dick pushing into her hole. Jack had managed somehow to stick his cock in. He knelt on the table, leaning backward to avoid touching Brad while hunching forward and driving his fat hard dick into the girl's hot, drooling pussy.
"Come on," Brad said impatiently, jerking up hard on the girl's hair.
Linda raised one hand, wrapping her cool, slender fingers around the broad base. Brad closed his eyes and sighed, a broad smile curling up his sensuous lips. At the same time she could feel Jack's fingers grabbing her tiny clit and cruelly twisting it. That painful pleasurable sensation made the girl cry out, her ringers tightening around the fat dick. At the same time she opened her mouth, bringing the reddish mushroom-shaped dickhead into her mouth. Slowly and carefully, the young blonde licked the tip, driving the tip of her tongue into the piss-slit, then moving it down the narrow crack on the bulbous head's underside.
Linda discovered the more she sucked the more she wanted to suck. She enjoyed having that fat, salty-tasting prong wriggling between her cheeks. The girl loved watching Brad and how her mouth movements made the strong, sadistic man sway and whimper like a little kitten. When she sucked so hard her cheeks caved in and touched the sliding hot surface of his cock, the big foreman closed his eyes and shuddered. When she petted the sensitive underside of his prick with her tongue, sucking as hard as she could at the same time, Linda saw Brad's eyelids flutter open while his face reflected the terrible concentration he had to muster up to keep from spraying her throat with his cum.
Linda felt him ease his knees off her cramped arms as he smoothed his thumbs across her flushed cheeks. The young girl still couldn't understand why she was enjoying this so much. The weight on her body, the bulk and heft of that hot, heavy dick clogging her mouth was sending Shockwaves of pleasure ripping through her body. All this was enhanced, of course, by Jack's fat prong reaming her cunt.
"Yeah, yeah," Brad said, his back stiffening and his head snapping back as Linda kept on pulling more of his throbbing dickmeat between her lips.
She was sucking on it like a piece of candy now.
And the way Jack was fucking her now, driving his hard dick deeper and deeper into the sucking, hot vacuum of her pussy! Linda dug her elbows into the wooden table top, sucking still as hard as she could on Brad's dick while feeling her pussy heating up hotter and hotter under Jack's constant hard fucking.
Linda gasped as Jack slammed into her with all the power he could muster in that awkward position. She thrilled to the building pressure as he screwed his throbbing, pounding prick into her. She was whimpering, blowing out flecks of spittle from between her spread lips, sucking down even more Brad's prong.
Jack leaned back, his hands behind him on the table for balance while he fucked blindly. His eyes were closed while his thighs pounded crazily. Linda's hot cuntal tunnel bathed his cock with heat and juice as his swollen cockhead beat against her pussy walls with the ferocity of Brad's whipping belt.
Linda struggled to climb onto the long pole again and again, straining every muscle in her injured thighs to meet Jack's ferocious attacks until she thought she could hear her hipbones cracking from the strain.
"Ahhhhhh!" Jack cried suddenly, his body stiffening. Linda knew he was cumming. That knowledge sent her spinning off the deep end, her mouth clamping tightly onto Brad's prong and sucking hard while she scissored her legs tightly around the other man.
Oh, how good it felt to have two cocks shooting off inside her! She was heaving and gasping, her body twisting obscenely on the table as she tasted Brad's salty, bleachy cum shooting down her throat. And then there was something spattering against the right side of her face. It was Tod, shooting his jizz into her hair and onto her body. He was holding onto his long, thin rod, clinging to it as if it were a spraying firehose.
As Linda felt herself spinning into semiconsciousness, she felt her pussy clutch for a final round of orgasmic spasms. Cockmeat, shooting, spurting dickmeat, throbbing all around her, bathing her with thick, white creamy jizz! It was the dream come true. Oh, oh, how good, tight and hot it all felt!
"Linda, I hope you didn't mind staying with Uncle Paul too much. He's got a full-time nurse now," the girl's mother said, closing the car door and settling herself in the front seat. Linda pressed her forehead against the side window and peered through the rain-flecked window. She could barely see a pretty brunette in a white nurse's uniform standing on the porch waving good-bye. To the right the young blonde saw one of the double doors of the barn opened, a bright light gleaming from it. She looked back at the nurse and wondered what kind of evening that woman would spend with Brad and his cohorts.
"It wasn't all too bad," Linda said, sighing and turning away from the window as the big Mercedes drove away from the farm house. Her mother had arrived on time the previous day, bringing with her a professional nurse to take care of her ailing uncle.
"Well, you can go back with me and visit all your friends again," she said, patting her daughter lovingly on the knee while peering through the streaked windshield.
It had been difficult getting ready for this trip. Brad, Jack and Tod had reluctantly let her go only after she played more games until three in the morning. Beaten and tortured, the girl managed to find an outfit that would cover most of the bruises until they healed. Jack and Brad and Tod were fairly certain the girl wouldn't say anything. There was her reputation to think of. After all, as they assured her, each would be more than willing to testify to her eagerness. And even if she were to succeed in putting them away for several years, how could she go on with the public knowing about her and the dogs? In the end, Linda agreed not to say another word about what went on in the barn those two horrible nights.
"Do you think I could come back for a visit soon?" Linda blurted out suddenly. Her mother twisted her head around and looked strangely at her daughter.
"Why, of course. But I had no idea you enjoyed caring for your uncle. Of course, Linda, although you won't have to take care of your uncle. There's Miss Thomas now," she said.
Linda leaned back in the seat and wondered just how long Miss Thomas would last. Whatever the answer to that question was, Linda knew she had to get back to that farm and Brad. He'd released the beast in her that no one else could satisfy except him. That she instinctively knew. No matter how prim and proper she'd be acting around the house or at school, Linda realized she had to have that kind of abuse and humiliation now!
"God!" the pretty young blonde muttered as the landscape drifted by.
"What?"
"Oh, nothing, Mother. Nothing at all," Linda said, closing her eyes and concentrating on the rumbling sensation of the moving car on her cunny. Oh yes, yes, it felt sooo good.
