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.
Cindy Duval 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 Cindy's case, in the supposed safety of her father's farm. She has the attitude, as most girls do, that nothing can happen to her.
TORMENTED BY ANIMALS 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
Cindy Duval tried to clear her mind as she peered through the dirty window at the clear winter night. All those stars in that cloudless dark sky made her forget what had happened two nights before. It was all so peaceful below while men like the Bar-ringers were crawling through the farm country of northern Alabama, spreading their insane depravity on innocent men and women who refused to pay them tribute.
The sixteen-year-old blonde sighed again, smoothing her palms over her full thighs and resting her head against the cold frosted window glass. She was in the middle of nowhere. All around this God-forsaken prison-like hill farm were several electric barbed wire fences, erected supposedly to keep the few scraggly chickens, pigs and other domestic animals from wandering away. But now Cindy knew what they were really for.
At times she and her cousin Susan had wandered up to this area, disobeying their fathers' warnings about the Barringer place. They'd sat not too far from where Cindy was looking at now and wondered why the brothers had all this kind of protection. The fences and buildings resembled those of a prison camp. There had been whispers around the county of strange goings-on. How could the Barringers survive on a relatively large spread of expensive farm land when they grew almost nothing and sent less to market? Rumors of blackmail and extortion drifted through the air, but no one ever admitted to being a victim of the Barringers.
No one except now, Cindy thought to herself. She'd seen the Barringers eyeing her when she and her brothers went into town with their father. The young blonde was big for her age with heavy bones, full high-riding tits that jiggled whenever she walked jauntily down the main street, and a set of taut rounded buttocks that made most men lick their lips and scratch their groins with excitement. Her large blue eyes, pale skin and long blonde hair made Cindy Duval a very desirable woman to have.
At times one or another of the Barringers would approach her when she was alone and make improper suggestions to her about ... oh, the word was horrid ... fucking! Once her father had overheard Brad Barringer propositioning her in this foul way and had become enraged. There was a scene, almost a public fight. It was then when all the trouble started.
Cindy turned away from the window, sucking in her lower lip and biting down hard. No, she wouldn't cry. Her father had always told her to be strong, not to show emotion when she was in trouble. You were only giving your opponent what he wanted-a sign of your weakness. But how could she be strong when it was so cold and she'd been locked up in this small storeroom for nearly two days? Her stomach growled.
The young girl crossed her hands over her chest and rubbed her palms briskly over her upper arms. It was so cold inside. Puffs of steam came from her nostrils as she tried to stay warm. The coals in the small pot-bellied stove had long since gone out. She could have screamed for one of the Barringers to come and relight them. But the thought of those brothers coming inside this small room made her flesh crawl. No, she'd rather freeze to death than feel their slimy stare.
Nervously, Cindy paced back and forth in the small room. Two feet above her head was the ceiling. There was hardly enough room to lay down. Glancing out at the dark quiet scene beyond the window, Cindy felt a wave of fatigue sweep over her mind. She'd slept only in fits. The hard floor, dirty blanket, and increasing cold kept her awake in a kind of walking coma.
What were they going to do to her? They had made all those calls threatening her father with economic ruin, with violence, and finally with harming his family. Her father! How strong, how defiant he'd been, telling the Barringers to go to hell! He wouldn't pay them any blood money for protection. That's when Cindy first heard of what the Barringers had been up to in the country-having honest, hard-working farmers paying those filthy men money they really didn't have to keep them from ravaging their farms, their crops, their families. Her father had been strong. And now she was paying the price for it!
Cindy's thoughts were interrupted when she heard a cough coming from outside. There were footsteps, the sound of boots crunching in the gravel outside. The girl stiffened, her eyes rounding out while she shrank back against the window and waited breathlessly for the door to open. After she'd been forcibly taken from the garage of her father's home and dumped into a near-by pick-up, she hadn't really seen the Barringers. They'd subdued her, shoved her into this filthy hole of a storeroom with a few dirty blankets, lit the stove and left her alone. Now they were coming in for the kill.
The door opened, letting in the chilled night air. Cindy shivered, feeling her teeth chattering and her flesh puckering up into goose pimples. A full moon outside silhouetted a large-framed man standing in the doorway, his massive bulk nearly filling the small room.
"Enjoyin' your stay with us, Miss Cindy?" the man said in a mocking voice.
It was Brad Barringer, the eldest and most ruthless of the brothers. He had been the one always eyeing Cindy, making indecent proposals to her and finally causing all the trouble between her family and his.
"What's the matter, honey? Can't talk?"
Cindy felt a shiver of horror run over her cunt. Was it just fear? Was there some excitement in this sensation? She had to admit there was a kind of perverse attraction she had toward this big, rough, darkly handsome man. She decided not to answer him.
"Well, it ain't gonna be necessary for you to say nothin'," Brad said nonchalantly, stepping forward and closing the door behind him. His thick-heeled boots crunched over the dirty floor. Stopping in front of her he smiled broadly, the smile of the caveman who had just brought back a prize woman for his bed. Cindy shivered again. It was the cold, the fear, and that strange excitement making her tremble in front of this Overpowering man.
"Please ... don't ... hurt me," she said in a low whisper, lowering her eyes while still hugging her upper arms with her crossed hands.
"Ohhh, baby," he sighed, smoothing the fingers of his left hand over her neck.
"Don't!" Cindy cried, backing away and twisting her face to one side. Terror gripped her heart, making it pound wildly until she thought it would rip through her ribs. Suddenly all the strange tales she'd heard about the Barringers shot through her mind-tales of what they did with young girls, torturing them until they died and then burying them in unmarked graves in the hills.
When Brad tried to push her hands down from her tits, Cindy moved away, whimpering softly while twisting her body around and pressing her chest against the wall. The skin along her inner thighs crawled. Brad took another step forward. Cindy drew back. Turning around again she saw him standing in the light of the window. She could see the sweat on his forehead, his long nose, his long black hair hanging rakishly on his sharply chiseled face. His forehead wrinkled with excitement, making the leathery skin around his eyes tighten. He hadn't shaved for several days and the sweat rolling down his face made the stubble stand out.
"It's alright, Cindy. I ain't expectin' you to give in real easy like. In fact I like to play cat and mouse. But we both know what's gonna happen right here in a few minutes, right?"
He talked slowly with a thick Southern drawl, his lips curling up into a smile. God, how she hated him and yet at the same time wanted him to rape her. A riot of conflicting emotions tore through the girl in that dark, cold tiny room. She still hugged her body, breathing deeply, watching him the way a cornered animal knowing its ultimate defeat watches its tormentor.
"Yeah, no reason to hurt you ... much."
The last word was said in a whisper. But Cindy heard it as if he'd shouted the ceiling down. He was unbuckling his belt now, his eyes narrowing, reminding her of the eyes of a sewer rat.
"Come on over here," he said, backing a few steps away and pointing down to the crumpled blankets on the floor. When the girl hesitated, Brad shot one hand up and grabbed her hair. Cindy screamed, feeling him curl his fingers around some long silky strands of her hair and jerk her toward him.
"Uhhhhh!" the teenager groaned, pitching forward and crashing into Brad's chest. It was the first time she ever touched one of those foul Barringers. Now she was pressed up hard against him, her titties flattening under the pressure while Brad still pulled hard at her hair.
"Uhhhh, baby, you feel good and soft and smooth ... just like I thought you would," he murmured, sliding his filthy calloused hands all over her body. He let go of her hair, satisfying himself with this free pawing for the moment.
Cindy felt as if she were being covered in filth. Closing her eyes, the blonde teenager felt herself shrinking inside. Oh, if only she could become a small ball and roll into some corner away from this horrible man! Opening her eyes, the girl looked down and saw his hard-on pressing against the fly of his faded Levi's. He'd been rubbing his groin against her right leg, making his cock harder, hotter, stiffer, thicker. Cindy drew back that leg, crossing it over the other one as if someone had touched a hot poker to it.
And yet, was she really that horrified by all this? There was an itchy, aching tingle in her cunt that was getting worse with each passing second. Her inner thighs trembled with an odd electric kind of shock, starting as a dull pulsing ache and winding up as a sharp sensation deep in her pussy. And only now did the young woman realize how sexually excited she'd become. Crossing one leg over the other as she just did, Cindy felt the velvet surfaces of her pussy rubbing together. Something hot and sticky was seeping out from between her cunt lips. Her cunt felt very hot, very moist, very tight. The young blonde was thinking this was the worst her pussy had ever been ... worse than on some of the hay-ride dates she'd been on when the local farm boys tried to bed her down. Then she'd been excited to the point of almost letting them do....it. But then Cindy was motivated more by curiosity than by actual desire. Now, now of all times, she was becoming sexually aroused ... aroused by the filth, the pain, the horror of what was happening to her.
"What's the matter, baby? You turnin' on to me, sweets?"
Brad could sense what was happening to the young girl's body. He smiled with triumph, dropping one hand down to his crotch and rubbing the tip of his dick. Cindy jerked her head away, making a face of disgust. How could he be doing something like that in front of her? Her family had always been respected in this area, throughout the state. No one had even dared raise a voice to them until recently when farm troubles, reduced almost every man in the state to poverty. And now this, this horror was being hurled on her.
"You ... pig!" Cindy muttered, feeling revulsion both at the man and at the feeling taking over her body.
"Pig, eh? You goddamned Duvals sittin' so fuckin' pretty in your big home. Just how big are you goddamned assholes now, huh? Your fuckin' father can't pay his bills. And now we got his daughter here. Some big shit. Big asshole, that's what he is," Brad sneered, pushing Cindy away.
"You can't call my father those names," the blonde screamed, hitting the wall hard. She felt outrage at what this man was saying-the Barringers-the Barringers-actually talking like that about her family!
"I'll call him and you any damned thing I wanna," Brad said, the thick lips pulling back across his yellowed teeth. Suddenly the anger Cindy felt melted into terror. She flattened herself against the wall, drawing herself into a small tight ball. Brad was tensing his right arm, drawing it back to one side, getting ready to slap her. Cindy closed her eyes and turned her face to one side just as the open hand came down across her cheek.
"Uhhhhg!" the girl cried as the sound of that slap mixed with .her scream. Cindy's body half twisted around from the force of the blow, her long blonde hair whipping across her face. Hot tears of shame and anger welled up in her eyes. The young teenager hunched up one shoulder protectively, covering her face with both hands and shrinking away from the advancing elder Barringer.
"Come on, baby. We're gonna have us one hell of a fuckin' good time," Brad growled. His breathing became heavy and irregular. The girl whimpered again. The smell of the barnyard reeked from his filthy clothes. She knew he could be brutal without a conscience. He was going to do what he pleased with her. And yet in spite of the horror of this knowledge, the young girl felt a growing sexual thrill intensified by the fear she felt.
Brad let her sob for a moment. He watched her, the smile never leaving his lips. Then he grew tired of her crying and started unzipping his Levi's. Cindy's head trembled as if she were having a fit. She rolled her eyes to one side and watched with terror as the big man opened the halves of his Levi's and shoved them down to his knees!
"Betcha ain't never seen nothin' this big nowhere 'cept maybe on horses," Brad said proudly, glancing down at his nine-inch cunt splitter.
Cindy was horrified! Her lower jaw slackened, making her mouth form a wide oval while her eyes rounded with shock. No, she'd never seen anything that big before, even on a horse! Her father had been somewhat protective of her and her mother, never letting them watch the horses stud. She'd seen their cocks, but only when they were flaccid and hung like strips of dried leather from their hindquarters. This was something different, something shocking. She'd heard about men and the different sizes of their cocks. But this, this was something new! Mentally, the young girl took a survey of his dick and the size of her pussyhole! Oh God, no, it would never fit! He'd kill her trying to stick his filthy cock in her!
"Man, you don't know how many times I jerked off in bed, baby, lettin' these five little ladies take care of my dick for you," Brad said, waving his right hand in front of the girl's shocked face. "Now you're gonna take over for 'em."
He was so thick, so long. The red tip of his prick glowed as if it were on fire. Clear drops of something oozed from the long jagged crack at the end of that bulbous head. Below the fat dick root were his balls-heavy, fat, drawn tightly up against his groin. The image of a carving knife burned in Cindy's mind as his dick swelled rapidly to its full thickness and length.
"Man, you wanna touch it honey? You wanna take it in your mouth, feel it sliding back and forth between them pretty little legs?" Brad said, drawing his knees together so his Levi's could fall all the way to his ankles. He reached down and curled his fingers around the fat prong, milking the liquid flesh up and down, squeezing his taut cockskin, pulling up more of that pre-cum until it started drooling from the tip in a clear string.
"No, NOOOOO!" the girl wailed. But she was lying, at least in part. Yes, she wanted to touch it, to feel it, to feel it in her hands, in her pussy. It was a shameful thing to admit, especially considering it was one of those filthy Barringers in front of her exposing himself to her and talking so dirty. But the feeling was there. She had to fight it! Even if he raped her, she had to fight down the excitement growing intensely between her trembling white legs.
Cindy sobbed, pressing her back harder against the wall. She clenched her fingers into two tight fists, looking wide-eyed at the half-naked dirt farmer. He was an animal, the embodiment of everything low, foul and primal in the world. And maybe that was why the young girl felt herself attracted to him as well as repelled by the oldest Barringer.
"Baby, you want it bad. Mmmmm, can even smell your pussy in here."
He was lying! He was trying to work her up, terrify and excite her even more than she was. Dizzy with fright, the young blonde started panting like a dog.
"Yeah, you want me 'bout as much as I want you," he said in a low, thick growling voice.
Cindy could smell his groin. Her sweat drenched her arm pits and crotch, some of it spilling from her forehead into her eyes. The cold in the room tightened her wet scalp. Her hair crinkled as a draft blew through the small room. Everything about her now seemed to intensify the growing heat deep in her wet pussy.
Brad moved closer, his fat dick waving from side to side with each step he took. He pushed open his blue and red flannel shirt, exposing his developed pecs and abdominal muscles and the thick matting of body fur covering his rough skin. His thighs were rippled with thick muscles and as hairy as his chest. Everything about the huge farmer showed power-raw animal power that knew no bounds.
Cindy whimpered, feeling a riot of emotions she'd never before experienced. Her tits seemed to swell, the red nipples taut and straining against the stiff material of her bra cups. A ticklish, aching spasm passed through her pussy, making her clit start to swell and push up from the surrounding moist cunt flesh. As more juice seeped from her jagged pussy crack the girl realized her entire body was alive to this threatening man.
Brad kept his hand over her head. She rolled her eyes up, feeling herself shrinking under the man's hot gaze. She could hear the ticking of his watch, her heart beating in time with it. Then the arm came down, cutting through the cold winter air. She screamed, closing her eyes and bracing herself for the blow.
"Uhhhhgh!" Cindy grunted as the big hand came down on the right side of her head. He struck her hard enough to daze her. The young blonde staggered to the left, her knees almost buckling. Her fingers clawed at the wooden wall as she fought for support. Her chin struck the paneling as she leaned heavily against the rear wall. Behind her, Cindy could hear Brad breathing more heavily.
"Little cunt. You like this, don'tcha?"
Cindy cried out again, her eyelids fluttering open. He wrapped his fingers around a handful of her hair. As she groaned he pulled back, dragging her to the center of the small storeroom. She reached up with both hands, curling her fingers, digging her nails into the big man's wrists until she was sure she'd peeled away some of his flesh. But Brad kept on yanking on her hair, dragging her to the place where the light from the small window came down.
"No, don't, oh my God, don't ... please," Cindy cried in a strangled, pleading voice. He was pawing her titties, wrestling with her cruelly, tearing at the buttons of her blouse. Finally, cursing foully, he ripped the garment open to her waist. Immediately she felt the cold air striking her exposed flesh. Brad was reaching around, tearing at her bra strap. Oh it was all too awful! She was going to be raped by this animal, a man she and the rest of her family had looked down upon with a feeling of fear and loathing.
CHAPTER TWO
Cindy sobbed, feeling Brad's filthy hands crawling over her back. He was pulling hard on the elastic band of her brassiere, forcing the hemmed edges of her bra cups to cut into her chest. The girl twisted in his cruel grip, pushing her hands against his chest and trying to shove him away. But all escape attempts were useless. He was pushing her toward the center of the room, laughing at her attempts to beat him away, cursing at her, telling her in obscene detailed language what he was going to do to her.
"Yeah, baby, I've watched that damned little ass wigglin' up and down the street. Well, I'm gonna suck on that ass, get it, honey? I'm gonna suck on your little asshole, then suck your cunt, then finally drive my fuckin' big dick up your goddamned cunt."
Cindy felt those words burn into her mind. Lowering her head and letting the long blonde hair curtain her face, Cindy bit her lower lip until she tasted blood. What a mixture of feelings she was sensing now-terror, hate, wild sexual lust! As she struggled with him, trying to kick him, she finally surrendered when she felt him tear her bra from her body. The blonde teenager found herself more and more attracted to the brutal farmer.
"Christ, you're fuckin' good and soft," Brad growled in a low thick voice. He held her by the wrists, keeping her hands from protecting her jiggling thirty-five inch tits. Cindy yelped as she felt the fingers nearly break her wrists. Her big jugs bounced from the force of their struggle, the hard red nipples growing long from the excitement she felt between her legs.
Still holding her tightly by the arms, Brad dropped his head, opening his mouth and engulfing one nipple between his thick lips. Cindy was horrified! She could feel him sucking at her tit-tip, drawing the sensitive rubbery flesh in between that gap of his two front teeth while flicking his tongue over her nipple. The young blonde cried out, snapping her head from side to side, grinding her teeth together while she still struggled with the big man.
Oh, this was terrible, filthy, foul! How could she actually be feeling those incredible hot/cold flashes in her pussy now? Cindy could hardly keep her balance. Her knees were weakening. It was as if all the strength in her body were being transferred to her pussy. And meanwhile Brad's teeth tore at her red nipples, biting down, making her cry out, stiffen her body, snap from side to side.
"AHHHHHH!" the young girl cried again. Never in her life had she felt such a strange kind of wild pleasure surging through her. Brad was groaning as he kept on sucking at her nipples. His teeth tore at her boobs, sending daggers of pleasure through her tits. As her fear increased, more sweat trickled down her chest.
Suddenly the young girl imagined what it would be like to have that same mouth sucking on her cunt, that tongue slipping between her bloated cuntlips, pushing them apart, peeling them back and worming its way into the depths of her pussy. Ohhh, that thought knocked the wind out of her. She flexed her thighs, squeezing her asscheeks together and hunching forward, pressing her chest against Brad's chin. She wanted his mouth on her thighs, sucking on her cunt, sucking up all that hot juice oozing out of her slit now. Oh God, what would it feel like having his tongue moving her clit, petting that hard, hot sex spindle?
"No, no!" the girl cried out loud weakly, shaking her head slowly from side to side. How could she be thinking thoughts like that? This was a lowlife Barringer. And she was actually fantasizing sexually perverted acts with him! But how could she help it? Her body was betraying her. In spite of what her moral training told the young blonde, Cindy found her pussy growing hot, wet and tight with excitement. Already her outer cuntlips were swollen with blood. She could feel them sticking to the silken crotch panel of her pink panties. Her thighs were so hot and itchy and wet with pussy juice.
"Mmmmm, babe, you taste good and you like it, don't you?"
Those words made Cindy recoil from the big man. She whimpered, pulling back and twisting her face away from that accusing grin in front of her. He knew what she was thinking, what she was feeling. Ohhh, she'd never felt so dirty and filthy before in her life!
But Brad still held onto her wrists, his eyes wide and glistening with triumphant lust. He'd found out the truth about the high and mighty Cindy Duval. He was going to fuck her hard yet slow, something he instinctively guessed this reluctant but hot virgin wanted badly.
"Come on, honey, don't fight it babe. Come on, down on the blankets."
"No, oh God, no," Cindy protested weakly. But she felt herself almost willingly sinking to her knees, then rolling down onto her ass. Her chest was so cold. Her tits lay like two mountains, the nipples still hard and long. Brad stood over her for several seconds, working the fingers of his right hand over his dick while staring at her. The girl's skirt was half pulled up to her waist.
Not being able to wait any longer the big farmer threw himself down onto her. Cindy panicked, knowing the moment of her rape was only seconds away. She tried to squirm out from the crushing weight, snapping her head from one side to the other, straining every muscle of her petite body. Brad laughed once more at her, jamming one hand between their struggling bodies and shoving down until he gripped the hemmed edge of her skirt. Quickly he pulled it up to her waist, exposing her soaked panties to his dick.
"Oh, no, no, nooooo." Cindy could feel the hot cock pressing against the juice-soaked front of her crotch panel. Brad worked his hips back and forth, then up and down, sliding the full length of his dick over the wet silk, forcing the soppy material down into her hot cuntal crack and against her stiff clit. The girl stopped her wriggling and gasped in lungfuls of air. She'd never-NEVER-felt anything so delicious before in her life! Her body shivered while she began hunching back up to the big farmer.
Brad moved his hand over to her cuntal mound, squeezing his fingers down on the hot furry hill of sex flesh. Cindy's eyelids fluttered open while she pushed her knees farther apart. She could feel those fingers working her juice-soaked panties over her pussy, sopping up her flowing fuck oil with the dark pink silk, smoothing down the velvety virginal surfaces of her snatch crack. The young blonde worked her ass back and forth on the dirty blankets, forgetting who or where she was. Her mind was a white blank. Cindy could think of no one or nothing except the growing heat burning in her pussy. Small grunts of satisfied pleasure escaped from her half-opened mouth as the young blonde teenager looked heavy-lidded at Brad. She didn't feel the horror or revulsion of before. All she could think of was how this man was going to satisfy that burning itch becoming a pulsing ache deep in her cunt.
Brad was beyond talking. He hadn't guessed Cindy Duval would turn out to be this hot a number. He was pleased with himself, feeling dizzy with lust and triumph. He moved his hand around to the elastic legband of Cindy's panties, rolling it over, twisting the silk around until it was like a rope falling to the side of one bloated, plump cuntlip.
Cindy groaned. She could feel her panties working deeper and deeper into her pussy. And then, oh yes, the sensation of Brad's callused fingertips caressing her outer pussy lips!
"Oh, baby, you're really nice, soft. And man, you're nice and pink and soppy and wet!"
Cindy panted more desperately than before. Images of what her little pussy must look like under Brad's mind-blowing caresses shot through her brain.
"I've gotta taste that little pussy," Brad said, pushing himself down her body. He let go of her wrists, knowing the young girl was too far gone to be fighting him off. She lay quietly, submissively, waiting for him to do whatever he chose to.
Oh, he was licking her tits again, taking the other nipple in his mouth and sucking hard, biting down on the surrounding flesh while squeezing her right tit with his hand. Cindy rocked her body back and forth like a boat tossed in a storm, clawing at the blankets wrinkled up under her moving ass. She could feel Brad's fingers curling around her elastic waistband, slowly drawing her panties down over her slender hips, down to her knees, and finally her ankles. He slipped them off, pushing her skirt back up to her waist, then placing both hands on each of her upper inner thighs and spreading them apart.
Cindy closed her eyes and breathed heavily. She could feel his fingertips digging into the soft white flesh of her legs, pushing them apart. She could feel her cuntlips unsticking deliciously and peeling back from the pressure. The girl dug her shoulder blades into the blankets and squeezed her smooth buttcheeks together again, hunching her pussy into the air. She wanted something to take care of that horrible itch Brad had started deep inside her twat! Oh, it was horrible to be hoping for that sort of thing. But she needed a ... cock! Yes, yes, she had to admit that to herself. She needed a dick, a good stiff hunk of prickmeat to ream out her throbbing, spasming, juicing cunt!
Then the young girl felt the big farmer's head between her legs. His hair and ears brushed against her inner thighs. She could feel his breath blowing into the frazzled jungle of her pussy hairs! Oh, soon he'd be touching her, feeling her off in that sensitive place!
"Ummmm!" Cindy moaned, pressing her lips tightly together. Rolling her head slowly from side to side, the young blonde teenager drank in every delicious feeling. Brad's fingers were working slowly up and down her inner thighs, caressing the soft, milk-colored flesh, pulling on the skin to make her pussylips pull back even more. And then she could feel his lips, those broad, sensuous lips touching the ends of her pussy curls. He was purposely prolonging this, teasing her beyond the limits of her young endurance!
"AHHHHHH!" Brad sighed directly into her pussy crack. The girl let out a strangled cry, rolling her body back and forth again in a wild, silent plea for satisfaction. Her knees slid toward one another, then sagged apart once more as Brad pushed his face forward and planted a long, sucking wet kiss on her pussy.
Cindy felt as if someone had just passed a million volts of electricity through her twat! He was sucking hard, almost as if he were trying to pop her cherry loose just with his mouth. His lips fit like suction cups over her bloated cuntlips, working up and down, drawing in more and more of her bleachy-tasting cuntal juice. At the same time Brad stiffened his tongue and curled it around its center, jamming it into her hole as if it were a tiny cock.
The young blonde started hunching back, stiffening her thigh muscles and fucking back at that tongue. Ohhh, what a wonderful, mind-blowing sensation! He was rolling his tongue around and around the velvety wet surfaces of her pussy, scraping the sides with the tip, drawing more juice from the bottom of her twat. At times the big farmer groaned. The vibrations of his moans and muffled curses rippled through her body like giant tidal waves, making her pant more, making the young girl want his dick even more than before.
Cindy could feel a mixture of her pussy juice and his spit oozing out of her cunt, trickling down into her asscrack and collecting in a pool where her dancing ass had moved the blanket away from the wood floor.
"Shit, you're so hot you're gonna snap my cock off with that cunt," Brad taunted, pulling his head out from her snatch and wiping his mouth with the back of one hand. He leered demonically at her. Cindy opened her cunt to him. She wanted a fuck, wanted it so badly she could have crawled on her knees after him and begged for it if he walked away suddenly.
Brad couldn't wait any longer. He fell on her like an animal on his prey. Cindy let out a loud grunt as she felt the wind knocked out of her. But yes, yes, she wanted that kind of violence. She felt dirty, betrayed, betrayed by her own body. She had to be punished for the wonderful sensations she couldn't keep in check between her legs. A man like Brad was just the sort of person to fill her needs in every way.
"Gonna fuck you now, babe. Gonna fuck you so hard you ain't gonna be able to piss for a week."
Cindy clenched her thighs, feeling the electricity in her cunt become more intense. The terror she'd felt earlier died, or rather melted into that odd excitement tearing her body apart. She couldn't understand why this was happening to someone like her who'd never been exposed to anything resembling this present horror.
Brad was prying her legs farther apart with those rough fingers. Cindy shut her eyes once more, tears oozing out from under her closed lids. Her mouth was a tight scar while a pulse of excitement mingled with fear leaped through her throat. Her jaw tightened. Spasms of lust surged through her belly, leaping to her pussy and making her pussylips wink open with sexual heat, only to snap shut on nothing.
"OHHHHH!" Cindy cried. She could feel his weight pressing her down. The hot, spongy cockhead slid through the mass of her tangled blond cunt hairs. Then soon it was pressing hard against her pussylips. The young blonde tensed, her body shaking with terror. She was going to be fucked! This wasn't some illusion or fantasy. She was actually going to be raped-going to have a man's dick shoved in her snatch!
"Fuckin' A, man, yeah," Brad cried, pushing his face down and kissing Cindy hard. The girl cried out, trying to wriggle away from that filthy mouth. She didn't mind what was happening down between her legs but that foul, horrible-tasting kiss made her retch!
Brad pulled away after having dug his tongue in her mouth until it nearly reached her tonsils. Nearly every tooth in her head throbbed after the plunging thrusts of the big farmer's tongue. Soon Brad was sliding his fingertips from the top of her cunt-mound to the wet, slippery area down below. Cindy growled like an animal, pressing her lower belly against the long, thick ridge of Brad's dick. The girl could even feel the ridge around the fat cockhead pressing against her hot flesh.
The big farmer moved his hands around her cunt, squeezing her bloated pussylips together, rubbing the inner folds of her snatch against her clit. Cindy let out a long, soft moan. The scratchy wool of the blankets tickled her ass as Brad breathed hard against her.
"Ohhhhh," Cindy cried. The dickhead was rubbing against her pussyslit as Brad angled it upward, getting it ready for its initial thrust. Cindy tensed, feeling more thick juices flowing from her cunt. She found the sensitive spot at the top of her pussy crack and pushed upward, rubbing her clit against Brad's dick.
The big man rolled his hips, his cock pushing hard against the top of Cindy's cuntmound. His fingers tightened on her shoulders while the blonde teenager rocked her thighs toward him. The knob of his dick pressed directly over her clit, making the girl sigh again. She felt an electric charge of sexuality shoot out from her clit to all parts of her body. Cindy rocked her asscheeks from side to side, touching Brad's dickhead first against one cuntlip, then the other. Her clit rolled under that rocking pressure, sending more jolts of heat to her brain and twat. Cindy grabbed at the handsome face above her, pulling his head against her throat. He sucked and bit at her neck, leaving large blue bruises.
Cindy shivered as she rocked her hips forward once more, sliding the greasy crack of her pussy over his cockhead. The girl squirmed, trying to slide more of her snatch onto the thick rod. Then stories about the pain of a first fuck flashed through her head. The girls at school told tales about massive bleeding and wild pain when a boy stuck his dick in you the first time!
"NO!"
But Brad wasn't worrying about her comfort. He let out a low moan as he shoved forward, hunching his hips down, sliding more of his dick into the girl's waiting cunt. Cindy tried relaxing, feeling her itchy cuntal walls spreading apart, forming a high-ceilinged tunnel for that big dick inching its way down into the depths of her pussy.
Then the young girl tensed, feeling Brad's cockhead reaching a barrier. It was her cherry! Brad grunted, relaxing for a second and shaking the sweat from his wrinkled forehead. Tensing his muscles once more the big farmer hunched down and forward.
"No, no, you're hurting me!" the girl cried, jerking her arms forward, pushing the palms of her hands against his chest and shoving up. Oh, the pain was killing! It was as if someone were driving a stake through her flesh. And still Brad kept shoving down and forward, driving his dick in like a dagger.
"You're really a fuckin' virgin. Well, that beats the fuck outta all. We thought you was passin' it out to all them fine downriver dudes. Sheeeit, I got first crack at this 'un!" Brad said through his clenched teeth.
Cindy cried out sharply, feeling her mind blow apart into a million brightly colored splinters. There was a sharp jolt of pain followed by the rushing sensation of Brad's dickmeat sliding fast into her pussy.
"UNNNGHHH!" Cindy cried, arching her back, throwing her head to one side and letting tears flow out from under her long blonde lashes. It was agonizing! There was no more pleasure in what was being done to her. She'd bleed to death, bleed that way like a stuck pig while that filthy animal crawling on top of her would fuck his brains out!
"Relax baby and you'll enjoy this as much as I will," Brad advised her, stopping as his groin touched her pussy mound. The two of them lay still for several seconds, each trying to regain their breath. Cindy was crying softly, crying for her lost innocence and for the throbbing pain still radiating from her torn cherry.
Slowly Brad moved his thighs, stirring his cock around in the tight wet hole. Cindy was surprised at the pleasurable feeling she was getting from that movement! It was as if someone were smoothing down the sore sides of her pussy, almost kissing the small wound. Slowly but surely the girl felt her pussy warming up again. The pain melted as did her fear from the lust of her twat.
"See, told ya," Brad commented.
Yes, yes, all she needed was time, time and that wonderful sensation of his caressing, hot, hard dick against her pussy walls. That wide, flaring cockhead was moving back up now, making her work her hips from side to side increasing the delicious friction. Oh, her first fucking! And instead of the pain and horror her mother had painted it to be, Cindy found it to be the best thing in the world she'd ever felt-even if it was with a Barringer!
CHAPTER THREE
Cindy rested on his cock. The fat drooling knob was just past the most sensitive part of her pussy. Brad moved his thighs up and down, shoving the ridge of his prickhead over her clit and stimulating the rich bundle of nerve endings inside. The young girl squeezed her cunt muscles, lightly milking the dick inside her.
"Ummmmm, ohhhhh!" the girl cried. She licked her dry lips, pushing her body from side to side. Something wonderful was happening to her, something new and unusual. All her moves were from instinct. The blonde sixteen-year-old, who had never even French-kissed a boy, now squirmed on the filthy floor of his storeroom like a slut in heat! Brad held both sides of her head between his paw-like hands and kissed her hard, digging his tongue deeply into her mouth. Cindy responded with another sharp contraction of her pussy muscles. The big farmer groaned into the spit-slicked kisses.
Cindy's tongue writhed against his like a snake. She sucked hard, feeling the inner edges of his teeth against her tongue. She was moving her ass faster and faster. Cindy groaned again, arching her back as Brad pulled his cock back until the ridge around his dickhead tugged at her cunt muscles. The young girl whimpered through her nostrils, her face a twisted mask of lust. Each time the girl curled her spine and tried to swallow more of his cock, Brad purposely pulled his dick out to this position, watching her squirm, pant, beg for him to grind his thighs against hers and shove his hot prong back into her snatch.
"Ohhh, yes, yesssss," the girl hissed. She swiveled around, bouncing her ass against the floor. Never had Cindy felt the wild joy she had now. When Brad's hairy belly ground against her pussy mound, the flashes from her clit made her pussy leak like an overripe melon splitting in the sun. As she ground against him harder, the blonde felt the long bar of cockmeat probing deeper, pressing her organs to one side.
Cindy was moaning regularly now. The need to breathe harder made her tear her mouth from his and gasp for air. The big man managed to slide his hands under her rolling asscheeks, digging his fingernails into them. The young blonde heard herself sobbing. She ground her clit against him, loving the sensation of stretching in her cunt. There was that wild steady beating of his cockhead nudging every square inch of her steamy pussymeat. She was stretching thin, drawn out like a fine silver wire with every touch of his big hands. She felt sweat burning into her eyes, dripping from every part of her body. There was the steady sound of clicking in the tiny room, the sound of wet flesh rubbing against wet flesh. She was groaning higher now, feeling herself reaching some critical point in this love-making.
"Yeah, baby, go for it. Cut it loose, man. I'm gonna dump my fuckin' jizz inna you. Ohhh, yeah!" Brad whispered into her ears. His big muscular hairy ass rose and fell harder and faster now. Each downward thrust knocked the wind from the whimpering young woman. Cindy was going wild, moving her ass around in tight circles, feeling his cock stirring her insides like some huge spoon.
"Fuck, yes, fuck," Cindy groaned. The mass of sexual tension rose wildly in her belly. The young blonde dug her fingernails into his shoulders, dragging her nipples across his hairy chest. She pushed down internally, flexing her buttocks, working her body up against Brad's.
"I knew I'd have you beggin' for it," Brad said, his smile quickly fading as his balls tightened hard against his groin, then started contracting. He was teetering on the brink of orgasm, feeling his cockhead burning with that strange hot/cold fire. He trenched out her snatch, every downward stroke pushing out more frothing cunt juice.
Cindy felt the insides of her thighs alternately chilling and burning as her pussy oil dripped out from her hole and oozed down into her asscrack. It was as if her entire body were turning to jelly while a whirling ball of hunger grew harder and bigger in her cunt and belly.
"Yes, soon, now, ohhh!" Cindy didn't know what she was saying. She thought she could feel Brad's cock actually getting larger. It was as if that prong were actually swelling, bloating out even more. Cindy tossed her hips around and around. She felt the simmering heat in her cunt climb toward the boiling point. As she felt herself exploding, the young girl sucked in a deep breath and held it.
"Baby, I'm gonna shoot," Brad warned between his clenched teeth.
Cindy held a deep, sobbing breath. Her cunt hurt from the fucking friction. There was an angry fire starting at the mouth of her hole. Cindy went crazy, panting like a wild animal, tossing her body madly from one side to the other under Brad's pounding cock. She grunted, ramming her cunt up onto the rock-hard dick impaling her.
"AHHHHHH!" Cindy exploded, her mind shattering into millions of pieces. The hard, heavy jolt of Brad's cum blasted against her twat. She wept and struggled, her pounding fists beating the big man on the chest and face. Tidal waves of lust ripped through her tiny wriggling body as she kicked, bit and clawed at anything in reach.
"Work it on out, baby," Brad managed to say, struggling under the throes of his orgasm. The massive spurts of his spunk-spurting dick seemed to last forever. Cindy felt her cuntal walls grip down on his cock at least three times for every wad shooting from his joint.
"Unngh, fuck, FUUUUUCK!" Cindy felt as if she were all cunt-wet, hot and clenching in every cell of her body. She milked at the jerking rod, bouncing up against his twisting body. Her head snapped back while her tits jiggled like two mounds of jello. The furious blasts of her cumming cunt seemed to last forever. She could feel her other muscles tiring with the exhausting sexual exercise. And still her pussy exploded, the muscles squeezing tight against the squirting prong.
Soon the spasms faded. Brad lay his head down next to Cindy's and struggled to regain his breath, slowly working his thighs back and forth, rubbing his softening dick over the young girl's sore pussy walls. Cindy groaned, feeling herself fading into unconsciousness, then snapping back. It had been marvelous, wonderful! The blonde teenager had never dreamed something this wonderful lay waiting for her in the world. Fucking! How strange her mother had told her only about the dirty things in sex. Fucking was incredible fun! It made her feel satisfied, complete....
Awful! How terrible to have these feelings and knew they were because of that animal Brad Barringer! Cindy shuddered, feeling the weight of that big man crushing her on the floor. She grunted, trying to push him off her chest with her thin arms.
"What's the matter, baby? Don'tcha like me no more?" Brad asked, smoothing his fingers over her face. Cindy let out a low moan, feeling her body shudder with revulsion. To think his filthy dick was still inside her, still moving back and forth against her pussy walls! She could feel him all over-his belly, his chest, his legs pinning hers to the floor. She smelled that foul breath of his blowing into her face! And to think seconds before she was actually kissing him passionately, wiggling under his pounding body while begging him to fuck her harder, to drive her crazier with his stiff dick!
"Please, get ... off me," Cindy cried in a strangled voice.
"Sure, sure. I got three other brothers. They'll all wanna get a piece of that tight ass sooner or later. Might as well be now," Brad said, narrowing his eyes and watching with sadistic pleasure the horror registering on the blonde teenager's face when she heard those awful words!
"What do you mean?" Cindy asked in a trembling voice.
"You'll find out soon enough," Brad said, grunting like a pig as he dug his knees into her legs and hunched back, pulling his dick out of her quickly.
Cindy looked blankly at the big farmer as he pushed away, still grunting while hitching up his pants and shoving his shirt back into them. She lay still, fighting back the tears coming to her eyes because of her lost innocence. The dull ache of her cherry became stronger now. Yes, she'd been so hot she couldn't feel the pain after the initial rip! And now that the excitement was over, Cindy could feel the remains of her torn cherry throbbing with the injury.
Brad stepped over her without looking down, treating her as if she were nothing better than a whore to be used once, then tossed away. When the door slammed shut and she was alone again, Cindy kept on seeing him, feeling him inside her. She wondered why she'd reacted the way she did. What had happened inside her during that horrible rape? She should have been feeling remorse, guilt, even hate and revulsion. All these feelings were there, it was true. But overriding all of them was a perverse kind of satisfaction settling over her body like a warm, comforting glow. She'd lost her virginity to that animal and lost it foully. And yet all she could feel was a kind of pleasure at what had happened.
As the hours ticked by and the cabin became colder, the young woman gathered the blankets about her, curling into a tight ball in one corner and slowly falling asleep. No, the Barringers wouldn't be bothering her tonight. Maybe she'd be free tomorrow. It was the dream of every prisoner. She had to think it, think they would let her go after her father had done whatever they required of him. They had to. Could she withstand whatever they were bound to throw at her in the morning?
With those thoughts, the young blonde fell asleep. Throughout the night she had dreams of being fucked. Over and over again, Cindy saw herself thrashing on a big bed, being held down by a large man who fucked her mercilessly. She could feel his fingers bruising her wrists, his ankles pinning hers to the bed while his cock squished in and out of her swampy, tight little pussy hole. She awoke twice, feeling her pussy so hot she thought it would burn a hole in the blankets. Sweat dampened her flesh and made her clothing stick uncomfortably to her. She fought down the feeling inside her, closing her eyes, shaking as if she had had a fit, thinking about her poor father and what he must be going through. It was only after such intense concentration that Cindy could calm herself down and go back to sleep. Then shortly "afterward, the same dream would come back. She was tossing on the bed, grunting with unspeakable happiness while some big man trenched out her hot drooling pussy, his fingers squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples while his dick drove her into a wild sex-frenzy.
When she awoke a third time, Cindy rubbed her eyes, seeing it was dawn. She rose from the twisted pile of blankets her restless sleep had buried her in, feeling dull aches in her shoulders and legs. Rising slowly, and gathering the heaviest blanket around her narrow shoulders, the blonde teenager padded across the small room, peering out through the frosted window at the winter scene beyond. It had snowed during the night, turning the landscape into a kind of Christmas card scene. Cindy smiled at the stark beauty of the snow on the ground, her smile quickly fading into a frown as she thought of where she was. Gathering the blanket more closely around her neck, the young teenager shuddered. She'd been raped last night, violated by the eldest of that filthy clan. Her knees trembled and threatened to give way as she thought about what had happened and her vile reaction to it. It was only then the girl realized how hungry she was.
Food. And that meant one of the Barringers would have to bring it in. She thought of Brad's warning-all his brothers meant to have her before her ordeal was over. Oh God, to have to submit to all of them! Cindy let out a whimper, closing her eyes and pressing her forehead against the cold window pane.
And yet, as she felt the chill penetrating to her bones, her blood started to pump faster as she remembered the wild violence of the night before. She wasn't able to sort out her reactions to Brad's violence. She had welcomed the big animal into her tight, virginal cunt. She clung to him, worked her ass around the floor, shoved her pussy up to him as willingly as if he'd been her lawful husband.
Turning away from the window, Cindy was about to go back to her corner. There, at least, she could curl up into a ball and stay warm. Halfway across the tiny room Cindy heard the sound of shoes crunching over the freshly fallen snow, her scalp crinkled with terror. Someone was coming! It had to be one of the Barringers. Were they coming to give her breakfast or tear off her clothes, fling her to the ground and rape her like the animals they were? Either possibility made the young woman's heart pound wildly with expectation.
With a crash and a resulting glaring white light, the door flew open. Cindy let out a small cry and hugged the blanket to her body, shrinking back to the rear wall while shading her eyes. It was Brad wearing a heavy black leather jacket with fur trim and a logger's winter cap. His snow boots were caked with slush as he stomped into the cabin and smirked at the shivering sixteen-year-old.
"Sorry about the weather, but we ain't got enough wood and coal for you. Your old man's tryin' to get the money we asked for, but says he can't get it all 'til Monday. That's two days we got to play with you," Brad said, licking his chapped lips hungrily.
"He knows who you are. He'll rescue me," Cindy said bravely, feeling her defiance melting under Brad's hot gaze.
"Man, he ain't got no idea. Oh, I'll bet he can guess what's happened to his little girl and who's got her. But he ain't gonna do nothin' about it 'cept pay up."
"Are you going to let me go?" Cindy asked, her voice trailing off into a thin whisper as she lowered her eyes, unable to look at Barringer any more.
"Come on. We ain't gonna keep you in here no more. Ain't got enough wood for the damned stove, and we ain't gonna let you freeze to death," Brad said, shifting his weight and jerking his head toward the outside.
Cindy crept along the side wall, keeping her eyes fastened on the big man. She didn't trust him. He'd raped her, fouled her body with his hot, hard dick. Her clothes were in rags because of him.
"Come on, come on. I ain't got all day. Fuck, it's gettin' damned cold out here," he said, stomping his feet back and forth on the wooden floor.
Cindy didn't have to be told about the cold. He stood there dressed in his warm shirt, pants and jacket while she only had two woolen blankets to protect herself with. As she neared the doorway, Brad backed out, indicating with a wave of his gloved fingers for her to come out.
"Man, we ain't got all day," he repeated. "Besides, we got some breakfast for you."
The thought of a hot meal gave new strength and courage to the trembling girl. She walked quickly outside, stepping onto a small porch-like landing just in front of the door. There she saw the three other Barringers standing in front of the building, their hands jammed in their pockets. Small puffs of steam came from their nostrils as they stood quietly, their beady eyes fastened on her.
It was a trick! They'd planned something foul for her, luring her outside without a struggle so they could play more cat and mouse games with her! Wheeling around, the young blonde saw Brad had shut and locked the door. A brisk wind from the north made Cindy shiver and draw the blankets more tightly around her body. Surely they couldn't stand to be outside much longer. The temperature had to be at least zero!
"I told my brothers about you, about what we did the night before, man. And they wanna see you," Brad said, reaching forward and tearing the blankets away from her with a single violent movement.
Cindy screamed, hugging her arms tightly to her bare chest. Her skirt blew in the wind while her hair whipped across her face. She shivered, feeling her flesh turn blue and pucker up into goose pimples. Behind her she could feel Brad tugging at her skirt, ripping the button from her waistband and tearing at the zipper.
"No, please, I'll freeze to death!" she cried, trying to twist around without falling from the wooden porch onto the snow-covered ground. But Brad could care less about the teen's comfort. As Cindy struggled and twisted on the porch, the three youngest Barringers watched silently, their eyes glazing over with rising sexual heat. There was the sound of ripping, Cindy's cries, then more tearing. Soon the black garment was torn from her body, leaving the young woman completely naked in the cold winter wind.
"Okay, march to the house," Brad ordered, holding the black short skirt and blankets in his hands as if they were battle banners.
Seeing there was little she could do, the young woman gingerly stepped down the three wooden steps, nervously eyeing the three young men who had yet to move from their original position. Cindy cried out again as the icy wind slashed between her warm thighs. Above her she could hear the violent breeze stirring the bare trees as her feet quickly became numb in the cold snow.
Keeping her arms across her tits, she closed her thighs for a second, her right leg bent in to warm her freezing twat. The cold wind whipped her pussy hair the way it stirred the bare branches of the oaks around her, raising goose flesh underneath.
Cindy knew she was going to be tortured, humiliated in front of these young men. But she hoped it would be indoors where at least she would have a fighting chance of surviving the weather. Brad couldn't be so foolish as to let her die out here. In spite of the stories of what the Barringers did to their captives, they wouldn't let anything happen to her, not to a Duval. Half the state would be after them. As it Was, they very well might have overstepped their power.
Brad plodded down the steps noisily, stopping behind her and grabbing her shoulders. His voice rang out clearly in the iced forest, rising above the howling wind. He gave her a push forward toward his brothers. The girl let out a grunt and tumbled forward, her arms jerking away from her jiggling tits and flailing forward as she fought to regain her balance.
"Now you walk in front of them, cunt. You show them just how proud you used to parade that tight little ass of yours around the town in front of them, makin' their dicks hard without givin' 'em any hope of takin' care of it. We're gonna pay you back in spades for that," Brad said in a low, growling voice.
Cindy recrossed her arms, hugging her body and rubbing her upper arms briskly with her palms. Brad pushed her again. This time she lost her balance, pitching forward and falling into the snow.
Cindy groaned, hearing the Barringers all laughing at her, calling her foul names while the snow froze her tits. Reaching down, Brad grabbed her left wrist and jerked her back up. Cindy cried out with pain and fear, fighting back the sobs as she struggled for balance again. Last night, she guessed, was only the warm-up for what was to follow.
CHAPTER FOUR
Cindy stumbled forward again, tears blurring her vision as she headed for the big clapboard house some forty feet in front of her. Fear overwhelmed her. She could hear Brad's crunching boots behind her. If only she could reach the house, they'd have to let her in. They'd have to!
The young girl shrank back just in time to avoid one of the Barringer brother's grasp. Moving away, the girl saw another hand come out, slapping her hard across the right buttock. Cindy screamed, jerking away and rubbing the injured area with one hand while crying and trying to figure out which way was the best to avoid those awful pawing hands.
"Look at her, man. Where's that proud little face now?" Jack Barringer, the youngest shouted at the trembling girl.
Cindy felt gooseflesh explode all over her body. Her tits, asscheeks and belly jiggled with every halting step she took. The young woman felt a warm trickle on her left thigh and knew she was pissing on herself. But she couldn't stop running. The Barringers wouldn't let her. They enjoyed watching this young naked woman running around in the freezing cold, watching her piss on herself, staring at her tits and ass jiggling as she plowed through the light powdered snow.
The blonde teenager stopped as she felt small snowballs strike her back and neck. She spun around, not sure which way she could go. She saw them all circling her, laughing at her, throwing snow at her. She was a terrified animal waiting to be slaughtered by them.
"Stop it, stop!" she screamed, hunching down while clenching her fingers into two small fists and waving them futilely in front of her. They echoed her pleas, laughing and throwing snow at the shivering woman.
Suddenly behind her she heard someone running. Turning around she saw it was Jack. He uttered something she didn't understand, then grabbed her hair, pulling it back until he was nearly tearing it out by the roots. Cindy cried out, her body twisting with the cruel pain in her scalp.
"No, let me go!" the girl shrieked, jerking her arms back and trying to claw at the offending hand.
But the youngest Barringer was fast, ducking from the girl's wild movements, reaching around and sticking two gloved fingers into her twat. Cindy felt her belly and cunt muscles close sharply while her thighs clenched at the big arm and hand. The young girl let out a yelp of pleasure, grinding her thighs hungrily against his hand and spearing fingers. Then realizing what was happening, the girl tried to fight him off. But it was too late for any show of revulsion. The Barringers were quick in matters of sexual perversion and saw immediately that Cindy was enjoying her torture.
Jack's fingers probed around in her hole. She was so thrilled her piss spurted out onto his hands.
"Goddamn it, woman. Can't you keep from pissin, all over yourself when I'm feelin' you off?" Jack growled, yanking his hand out.
"Man, she's so hot I'll bet she'd cry if you stuck your cock into her," Brad hooted from behind.
Jack swore, moving his hands up and trying to stick his piss-slicked glove into her mouth. When Cindy refused, twisting her head away while trying to kick backward at his groin, Jack squeezed her ass with his free hand, jamming his right knee hard into her back.
"Uhhhhh," the girl groaned, her lower jaw slackening while her head jerked back and her knees gave way. Jack held onto her while shoving his fingers into her mouth. Cindy licked them, choking and retching on the foul taste and smell. The big man laughed, pleased at the way it turned out.
Brad stepped over to them, waving his younger brother away. Cindy held her belly, doubled over, fighting back the sour-tasting bile rising in her throat. Before she realized what he was going to do, the big farmer slapped her ass hard with his opened hand. She moaned, pitching forward and nearly falling on her face. She braced her fingers on the snow-covered ground, pushing herself back up. The young girl could feel her buttocks tingle from the blow.
Brad moved up again, striking her harder this time. Cindy felt her knees finally buckling. She whimpered then gagged from fear and pain, throwing her head back and making her long blonde hair sweep across her shoulders. Brad was swearing at her more freely. From last night's experience, Cindy realized he was becoming more worked up. She wished she could stop him somehow, stop him from torturing and humiliating her this way. Oh, the cold was so bitter. And the blows across her back and ass were getting harder.
"AHHHHRH!" The next blow was far sharper than the others. Twisting around and focusing her eyes, the blonde teenager saw Brad had slipped his broad black leather belt from his Levi's and held the buckled end in his right hand, snapping the weapon like a riding crop against his thick-muscled thighs.
"Gonna whip you good, baby, whip you like the mare you are."
Cindy shook her head back and forth, her eyes bugging out as they riveted themselves on the swinging belt. Then suddenly Brad rushed forward, the belt arcing and snapping in the frigid air. Cindy screamed, pushing her arm over her eyes protectively.
"AHHHH!" The belt slashed across the narrow valley between her jutting shoulder blades. Cindy pitched forward, her head snapping back while her knees trembled. By some miracle she managed to keep her balance, staggering through the snow and begging the big farmer not to hit her with the belt again.
But her cries were gasoline to Brad's raging sexual fire. His cock pressed hard against his Levi's. Twice he reached down and rubbed his stiff prong with the palm of his left hand while beating the struggling, screaming blonde teenager with his belt.
"NOOOOO!" Cindy kept begging them to leave her alone while the belt came down again and again on her butt, raising reddish welts. She gagged, holding her head with both hands and screaming like a mad woman.
"Shut the fuck up. Shit, she sounds like a goddamned air-raid siren," Brad said, reaching forward and grabbing her by the neck. For a second, Cindy thought he was going to snap it in two. Then the young blonde realized he was dragging her back, her heels digging small trenches in the snow. Cindy struggled, her heart beating wildly. She felt her pulse go wild, always aware of her terror and Brad's body.
"Leave ... me alone!" Cindy cried, twisting around, flailing at the big man but unable to get a good shot at him. She tried tearing at his eyes, clawing his cheeks. But all she got was derisive laughter from Brad and his brothers. He dragged her to a point some ten feet away from the front door of the main farmhouse, letting her fall on her back. She looked up at the men. All of them were rubbing their cocks, smiling lewdly at her. Brad had picked up his belt again and was cracking it loudly against his right thigh. The same terror that Cindy felt earlier in the storeroom with Brad caught her again. She wiggled her ass away from Brad, her eyes bugging out. He moved slowly toward her, his boots crushing the walls of wet snow created as she scooted back. He kept snapping his belt, wetting his lips while riveting his eyes on her.
As long as she kept out of his reach, Cindy told herself she was safe. Maybe they were just getting excited toying with her. No, he'd finished beating her. He wouldn't go too far with her. She had to be returned in one piece to her father, not a beaten, bruised welted piece of flesh!
"Come here, baby. Come here to ol' Brad. We're gonna teach you some manners. The next time you see us in the street, you're gonna come up to us and talk, right? You ain't gonna trot that little ass by like we wasn't there, mainly because I know that ass now, right?" Brad said, wiping his lips with the back of his left hand.
Cindy couldn't answer him. She felt such loathing and terror, she was speechless. It was a horrible nightmare. Terror knifed through her, shading the beautiful winter scene, making it into a grotesque stage. Cindy had guessed at his brutality. She knew what he would do first. And when he was finished, she would be turned over to his brothers, just as he'd promised.
"No ... no...." she whimpered, her cries growing louder and more desperate as he approached.
"You're gonna be awful sorry if you don't learn some respect around here," Brad said, snapping that belt loudly inches in front of her face and making the girl shrink back. "If you don't answer any of us real fast, we're gonna feel you don't respect us."
"Please, oh please," she sobbed. "Oh please, don't do ... this terrible thing," she sobbed. "Oh please...."
Nothing in Cindy's past had prepared her for this. To be used as a street slut for the filthy Barringers. The young blonde couldn't take in the depths she'd sunk to to stay in one piece. Each time the Barringers would do something to her, Cindy felt it would be their ultimate pain, their ultimate humiliation. She couldn't imagine anything worse they would dream up for her.
"Come on, honey, come on," Brad crooned.
Cindy slid back, her terror-stricken eyes wide and focused on the hulking farmer. He'd opened his jacket, his body heat increasing as he watched the helpless girl writhe and scream under his torture. Her mind finally snapped. With a howl she tucked her feet under her and twisted around, running like a terrified animal on all fours. She speeded temporarily out of his reach.
"Man, she's like a goddamned pregnant bitch dog," Brad said, putting his hands on his broad thighs and laughing viciously.
His brothers joined him, moving around toward the clearing she was heading for. Cindy peered up, saw the move and changed her course mid-way. Her tits hung low, the stiff nipples brushing over the freezing snow. The cold bit at her tit-tips, her jiggling buttocks, her puckered asshole and her matted down cunt hairs. She tried crawling faster and slipped, falling on her face in the snow.
"Losin' your balance, baby? You always seemed to keep it swishin' that proud little ass down the street in town," Brad said, quickening his pace and stepping behind her. Cindy let out a frightened squeal and got back up on all fours again. Brad took shorter steps purposely, not wanting to catch her too soon. He played with her the way a cat plays with a wounded mouse.
"Don't, please, oh please," Cindy kept moaning, breathing faster and faster, her breath coming from her flared nostrils in steam clouds. The wind whipped her blonde hair from her shoulders. Strands of it snagged on something. Turning around to see what it was, the young girl saw it was barbed wire.
"Oh no!" Cindy cried. The Barringers had everything planned. Fence after fence, dogs in the area, barbed wire rolls piled on top of one another: Her blind terror had prevented her from spotting it earlier. There was no escape now. There was no place to run to.
"All over now, baby! Nowhere you can go," Brad said, his smile fading from his cruel face. He snapped the belt. "Now it's time for me."
As she turned back, the girl saw the broad belt coming down at her again. Remembering the pain, she screamed, covering her face as best she could with her arms. In a second, Cindy felt a hot stinging sensation just below her last rib following a loud cracking sound. With a sharp squeal, the young girl jerked her body from side to side. Glancing up, Cindy saw him swinging the belt over his head. It seemed to come back down at her in slow motion. The pointed end chewed the flesh along her hips. Still screaming mindlessly, she scooted away, only to bang her head hard against a fence post.
"DON'T!" Cindy cried, falling face down in the snow. She clawed futilely at the cold powder, hearing the belt coming down at her once more. This time it bit into her asscheeks, raising a long red welt across both jiggling white mounds. Instead of pain this time, the young girl felt a brilliant kind of heat exploding over her pussy. She wondered just how far this sensation would travel and how she was going to react ultimately.
Brad grunted and the belt came down a third and fourth time, tearing across her soft buttocks. She recoiled, shoving her tits in the cold snow. For a second she felt dizzy. The belt brought her back to reality. The needle-sharp heat shot into her asshole and her pussy. When it reached her clit, that heat became a strange, pleasant warming sensation.
"Unnnghh!" Cindy cried as the belt chewed into her flesh once more. Again the young girl screamed as another blow landed on her butt. But this time the screams were mixed with a feeling other than simple terror.
"Hey, Brad, you've warmed her ass up enough. Come on and let 'er get a taste of Shadow."
Shadow? What were they talking about? Suddenly she heard them all laughing, snickering as if they knew some secret, some terrible secret she was about to discover.
"He's too smart to come out here in the damned cold. He's inside waitin' for us. Come on, baby, come on in and meet the best one of the family," Brad said, stretching down his hand toward the sobbing, defeated girl.
Cindy wiped the tears from her flushed face with the backs of her hands, looking up suspiciously at the big man. He was going to take her inside to meet some horrible friend or member of the family. Well, at least it would be warm and dry there no matter what horrors awaited her behind that door.
Gingerly the girl curled her slender fingers around Brad's big hand, pulling herself up. She started forward, falling to the left, regaining her balance and moving toward the home again.
She made that kind of progress, haltingly plodding through the deep snow, feeling nothing from her knees down.
"Hurry up, damn it! It's gettin' so fuckin' cold my balls are gettin' blue and tight," Brad said, reaching down and slapping the young girl on the ass. Cindy let out a yelp and ran, kicking her knees high in the air and sending sprays of snow behind her. The men laughed, hooting after her, encouraging her to run faster.
Cindy finally reached the porch, panting heavily from exhaustion.
"Inside," Brad said, jumping in front of her, kicking the door open.
Cindy peered in, walking into what she guessed was the living room. It was filthy, as filthy as she guessed someone like the Barringer would keep any house. Empty cans of food lay thrown under several chairs. A couch stood in the middle of the room, its cushions sagging and worn at the edges. Several seascape pictures hung crookedly on the paneled walls. There was the smell of stale tobacco and mustiness in the air as the girl stepped in, rubbing her hands together, then folding her arms over her tits. Gradually, she began to feel needle-sharp stabs of pain in her feet and ankles. Thank God! At least that horrible nightmare wouldn't cost her her legs! She was safe from frostbite. "Down that hall," Brad said as his brothers stepped in behind her. "Hey, Jack, Al, bring the fuckin' camera. We're gonna take shots of this and send it back to her old man. Maybe that'll loosen up his wallet a little better," Brad whispered to his youngest brother as Cindy walked hesitantly behind the couch toward the dark hall. She felt so naked, so vulnerable in front of all these leering men! Why wouldn't they let her cover herself. In spite of what happened with Brad out there in the yard with all of them, Cindy felt shamed while parading in this house stark naked:
"Wh ... what's down there?" Cindy asked, backing away and crashing into Brad. Her hair stood on end as she saw something moving at the other end of the hall.
"That's Shadow. Man, he's hot after you, baby. He's gonna make me look like a fuckin' fag when he gets through with you," Brad said.
Cindy jerked her head around, staring wonderingly at Brad. Then she heard a bark and her flesh crawled. In a brilliant flash of intelligence, the girl had an idea of what they were going to do. When she saw Jack and Al return with a Polaroid camera, Cindy cried out, shaking her head back and forth while covering her throat protectively with both hands. Her eyes bulged out as she felt chills rush up and down her back.
"No, no, you ... wouldn't...." Cindy couldn't finish the sentence. No, they wouldn't make her do anything with a ... dog!
"Go on, inside the bedroom. It's mine so there ain't gonna be hell to pay if the goddamned sheets; get fucked up," Brad said, turning around and looking meaningfully at his youngest brother. "Jack here gets all bent outta shape when we use his room."
Cindy stood frozen to the ragged carpeting. They wanted her to go inside that room where a ... dog was waiting for ... her!
"Move it, or I'll drag you in there," Brad said, raising one hand threateningly over his head. Cindy shrank back, pressing her ass and shoulder blades against the wall. She moved slowly down the hall, her chest rising and falling mightily. Every sound in the house was magnified in her mind. As she neared the bedroom in question, the young girl could hear the sounds of the dog breathing, barking, growling. He was waiting behind that half-opened door.
"Go on, inside," Brad said again, reaching over and pushing the door all the way open. Cindyedged into the small bedroom. Standing on an unmade single bed with no headboard was a large jet-black Doberman pinscher, the largest of that breed Cindy had ever seen in her life! She felt the hair stand up on the back of her neck.
"What do you want me to do? I'll do anything but please, please let me out of here!" the girl begged, looking desperately, pleadingly at the big man.
"Get on that bed," Brad said evenly. His face was emotionless, though the large bulge between his legs told Cindy he was preparing himself for what now could only be a doggie fucking scene.
Reluctantly, the girl moved toward the bed, her eyes fastened on the big dog. His pointed ears pricked forward while a low, steady growl came from deep in his powerful throat. Cindy stood by one side of the bed, her heart in her throat as she slowly bent her knees and slid them onto the filthy bed.
"Don't worry, baby, he ain't gonna bite you ... not yet, anyways. He's been through this before."
Cindy whimpered, setting her ass on the bed, slowly pulling her legs up to the mattress and scooting back until her back leaned against the peeling plaster bedroom wall. The Doberman pulled in his tongue and backed off the bed, jumping onto the floor. Cindy heaved a sigh of relief. Maybe they were toying with her after all!
CHAPTER FIVE
"Ohhhhhh no ... oh my God!" Cindy crossed her arms over her chest and shrank back from the large black Doberman. He had jumped back on the bed from the front and now stood on all fours, inches from her knees. His black rubbery lips were peeled back, revealing those razor-sharp white teeth glistening with spit. Cindy could see his dark-pink gums and tongue. His dark-brown eyes glistened and rolled with wild excitement. Her chest grew tight while her mouth became as dry as cotton. Looking desperately to the right, the blonde sixteen-year-old saw the Barringers crowding into the doorway, each brother trying to shove the other out of the way to get a better look. Jack, Brad and Al were in the room, pressed against the far wall. Jack was holding the camera, aiming the lens directly at her, waiting for the big animal to make the first move.
Cindy fought down the hysteria rising in her mind. There was no way she could escape now, nor was there any help she'd be getting from them. If only she could die or pass out! Her flesh crawled with horror as she started panting as heavily as the dog stalking her.
"I won't, I won't," Cindy said determinedly, setting her jaw firmly and looking away from the advancing animal. She could feel the mattress sagging downward with his weight. He could do whatever he chose to her but she wouldn't go along ... not like it was with Brad or the others. Clenching her fingers together in two tight fists, the girl closed her eyelids tightly and sucked in a deep breath when she felt the animal's cold black snout touching her raised knees. Letting out a shivery moan, the young blonde snapped her legs together, pushing them to one side, keeping the animal from going any farther. No, he wouldn't get to her pussy!
"OH!" Cindy cried, her body jerking. The Doberman was growling angrily now. He'd snapped at her right thigh, his criss-crossed teeth stopping short of sinking into her white sensitive flesh.
The young blonde flinched, jerking her body and rolling partially over on one side. She shrank back farther on the bed, dragging her knees up to her chest while keeping her legs tightly clamped together. Her tits hung heavily on her chest, rising and falling with her heavy breathing. A thin coating of nervous sweat made her flesh glisten under the bright overhead light.
"This can't happen ... I won't let it...." But she lay naked and defenseless in Brad's bed, watched by all the Barringers and their horrible dog. Cindy had no choice but to submit.
"Open up, baby. Open your cunt up to him now and he won't bite," Brad encouraged her, motioning with his hand for his youngest brother to get the Polaroid ready.
"No, no," Cindy cried, wrinkling up her forehead in disgust. Open her cunt? To the dog? How awful! How could they expect her to do something vile like that? She'd heard of some women who had intercourse with animals. But they were always in obscene jokes or in stories some of the boys told about Mexico. But to think an American woman would take on an animal...?
"Sure, baby. Just pretend it's Jack or me. Man, the others didn't put up such a fuss. Shit, some of 'em took on ol' Shadow like he was a long-lost friend," Brad said.
Cindy looked at the Doberman again. He was standing still now, his head hanging half down and pushed forward. His eyes studied her carefully while his dark-pink tongue lolled out of his powerful mouth, dripping with saliva. His black shiny sides heaved in and out as his breathing became more rapid and shallow. He was a huge, powerful, deadly animal standing like some angel of death in front of her. No, how could something like this be gentle? He'd tear her to pieces in front of the laughing Barringers!
"Back! Back!" Cindy cried as the big dog advanced. She screamed, pushing her fists into the soft, sagging mattress and trying to leap off. But the animal was quicker, jumping up and hitting her on the shoulders with his front paws. Cindy felt herself being pushed back down onto the bed. As she kept screaming, trying to roll over on her belly while flailing at the big black animal with her fists, the young girl knew the horror had begun.
"Get shots of this. The old man'll have a goddamned heart attack when he sees his precious little cunt gettin' laid by Shadow!" Brad said, almost giggling with revenge as he thought of the proud Greg Duval and what his face would look like when he saw these photos.
Cindy screamed louder. She felt those sharp front teeth scraping against her left inner thigh, tearing at her flesh, it was impossible, horrible! The dog was wrenching his head from side to side, plowing his cold snout against her pussy, slopping his tongue around her pussy mound and thighs indiscriminately. Cindy shuddered with revulsion, trying to snap her legs together once more and kick the growling animal away from her.
But the dog was too determined to get at her pussy once he'd had a taste of it. Cindy twisted back on her ass, digging her head into the filthy pillow behind her while pushing back with her fists. No, no, she had to escape, even run to the Barringers and promise she'd fuck them all-at once, if they wanted. But she couldn't let this horrible thing happen to her! No, no, she couldn't let this dog ... fuck her!
"OHHHH, NO, HELP ME! PLEASE, HELP ME SOMEBODY!" Cindy screamed. Every time the trembling blonde teenager tried to scramble off the bed, Shadow anticipated her moves, jumping to one side and blocking her escape. Cindy panted wildly now, her eyes round and bugging out while her nostrils flared with her heavy breathing. She was a cornered animal, cornered by another one bent on licking off her snatch!
Then the big Doberman moved suddenly again, knocking her once more to the bed. This time he jumped forward while barking loudly, nearly scaring the teenager out of her wits. As Cindy lay horrified and spread open on the small bed, Shadow hit his paws against her thighs, sticking his broad nose under her hot cuntal mound. Cindy screamed, closing her eyes and twisting her face around into the pillow. She stiffened her body, arching her back while digging her head and shoulder blades into that pillow. She wanted to roll her ass back and kick at the lapping Doberman. But it was futile. All she'd do would be to enrage the dog, set him biting at her.
"Got a good one," Jack said. The whirring sound of a picture coming out the bottom of the Polaroid filled the room, mixing with the animal's heavy panting and the slick clicking sound of his tongue reaming out Cindy's pussy.
"Man, he's gotta be findin' something there the way he's drillin' into her. I don't think she's all that cold to him," Brad said, scratching his chin and smiling at the moaning teenager.
He was right! Cindy wanted to scream, to tell him he was a liar! But she could feel herself getting excited as the big dog's angry growls turned into excited whining. He wiggled his strong body back and forth as he stood above her on the bed. Cindy was petrified still, the first touch of his tongue making her stomach buck with fear and revulsion. It was an unnamed fear, but one that nearly knocked her unconscious.
And yet, if she was so terrified, why wasn't she hitting him or screaming for help even though there wouldn't be any chance of getting it?
"Ohhhh ... my ... God!" It was unreal Cindy could feel her heart beating like a triphammer. She was opening up to him, letting the weight of her falling legs pull her pussylips apart. She felt the hopelessness of her situation, the utter futility of her fighting off the animal. At worst, he'd tear her to shreds, killing her in that filthy bed in front of all those men. Alive she had a chance of escaping somehow, of getting rescued, of having revenge on these men who were torturing her so cruelly. No she'd stay alive at any cost. She'd keep herself together somehow, even during ... this!
"Man, he's eatin' up that hot cunt meat!" Al commented, rubbing his crotch.
"I told you guys she's a whore. Shit, the way she'd look at us when she walked by ... like dirt. But she's worse than dirt, man. She's nothin' but a fuckin' piece of stinkin' shit!" Brad said, foaming at the mouth with rage as he watched his pet take care of Cindy.
"Ummmmm!" Cindy had fallen back on the bed. Shadow was going wild. His tongue slopped over the tender flesh of her upper, inner thighs. Each lick was bringing floods of juice from her young cunt. What had happened? Only a few seconds ago the blonde teenager had been terrified, repulsed by the prospect of being touched by that animal. But somehow a new switch had been tripped in her mind. The desire for survival at any price had taken over. And in that desire for life, the young girl realized that now she'd have to enjoy what was happening to her. She'd have to let her primal instincts take over. She was going to have to be a cave woman in order to survive with these animals.
"Got a second one ... this time with the fucker's tongue in 'er," Jack said, examining the still-wet Polaroid print, then passing it around to his brothers.
Cindy felt the big dog nuzzling his black cold nose between her swollen cuntlips tenderly. In a flash Cindy knew the big dog was tasting her! Oh, she never thought of that happening, something or someone actually licking her down there, tasting her the way they'd taste a pie.
With another groan the young girl straightened one leg, pointing her toes and spreading them apart. An excruciating tickle started deep in her pussy and soon became a throbbing ache. Yes, she was turning on to the big dog, actually inviting him to do more to her. After all, she thought, it was only friction, the rubbing of one wet surface against another. Shoving a hand down to her pussy-mound, the girl was startled to see just how soaked it was. She felt the Doberman's tongue lap at her fingers, slicking down her hand up to her wrist. Oh, she was turning on to him, moving her ass back and forth on the wrinkled sheets, while spreading her legs farther apart in a silent plea for more friction.
Then the young girl stiffened, feeling as if someone had touched her clit with a burning poker. The animal had pushed his black muzzle in-to the slit of her snatch, twisting it around and pushing up until he was touching her clit. Cindy cried out, her eyelids fluttering open. She shoved her shoulders deep into the pillow while arching her back stiffly. She supported herself for several seconds on her shoulders and feet, shaking as if someone were passing electricity through her. The big dog growled with pleasure, knowing he'd done this to the young teenager simply by touching that tiny red knob sticking out from her wet cunt meat.
Cindy relaxed, falling back onto the bed with a loud grunt. She was breathing heavily through her nose and mouth, sweat running down her forehead and trickling into her shut eyes and ears. Rocking back and forth, muttering incoherent phrases about how hot and tight she was, Cindy felt the dog's tongue lapping at her juicy crack. He was so completely uninhibited. He rested on his belly now between her spread thighs. She could feel his hot animal breath tickle over her pussy curls as he drenched her snatch over and over again with his lolling, dark-pink tongue.
"No ... no...." But Cindy couldn't deny she was enjoying all this. Yes, she knew it was an animal between her quivering white thighs. But the hunger of her pussy was driving away any sense of morality she may have had. Moving her hands down to her belly once more, the young girl found Shadow's snout. She felt the squishy, steamy mess between her thighs with her trembling, icy fingers. The dog's tongue washed over her hands, her wrists, her lower arms. He was loving her with that wonderful tongue, petting her cuntlips, drilling it into her snatch, petting her clit with it.
"Oh God, oh my God, yes, yessss," Cindy cried, sucking in air through her nose. She could feel her pussy muscles tensing, tightening, snapping shut on that probing tongue, snapping shut on nothing but raw air! Oh, if only she could have something inside stretching those itchy cuntal walls of hers apart! But the dog was interested only in licking her. And she doubted if any of the Barringer boys wanted to interrupt the growling Doberman at this point.
Sweat burned into her tightly shut eyes. She was so wet down in her asshole. The insides of her thighs, her ass, her cunt were all sopped down with doggie spit. When Cindy managed to push herself up on her elbows, the full shock of what was happening to her hit her like a bomb.
"No, no," she cried weakly through the red fog of sex that had settled on her brain. But she was too far gone to do anything about the shocking horror she saw. When she tried to push the growling dog away, her arms trembled and her fingers actually curled around the furry, pointed ears of that big Doberman. It was so good to feel his dark-pink tongue going up and down against her cuntal crack. Her clit burned like a glowing coal from the steady wet friction. She fanned her fingers out along the Doberman's powerful, hot neck. How strange it was to feel the dog's heat through her fingers! It was odd, and yet strangely exciting at the same time.
"Man, she's a circus act!" Al said.
"Yeah, too bad we can't put her in a cage and take her into town. Maybe the guys down there'd like to have a crack at putting their dogs on 'er," Brad said, laughing as Jack took yet another photo of Cindy and the dog.
"Uhhhhhh!" Panting harder than before, the girl rolled back onto the bed, inching her knees back until they were pressed against her tits. Then she spread them farther apart, letting every hollow of her cunt peel back to the hungry dog. My God, she was acting like a slut! But the horror of her situation, its unreality, everything seeming like a nightmare turned the normally shy, reticent girl into a raging whore.
Gasping and babbling like a mad woman, the young girl brought her feet together at the sides of the animal's big head, caressing him with her toes. The stiff tickle of his short black coat against her soles made her throw her head back. A string of drool oozed from one corner of her mouth as she moved her ass up and down.
"Ohhh, more, more," the young girl babbled, rocking her body back and forth, feeling the hot, wild hunger devouring her juicing snatch. The dog's tongue seemed to be generating more of that frothy love oil, drawing it up from the hidden velvety depths of her pussy and letting it ooze freely out of the jagged slit before lapping it up.
"Too bad we gotta let her go soon," Al said, unzipping his fly and pulling out his dick. That was the signal for all the brothers to do the same, unzipping their Levi's and pulling out their pink, hard dicks. They worked their fingers over those stiff, throbbing rods, watching with glazed fascination as the panting blonde teenager tossed and whipped her ass around the bed, embracing the growling black Doberman pinscher with her legs and arms, feeding him her hot, tight cunt.
"Ungh! Unnngh!" Cindy cried as she felt the dog brush one cuntlip with his fangs, then the other. She didn't care about the Barringers, her father, or anything else anymore. All she could think about was that marvelous rubbing sensation over her clit and the hot, furry thing between her knees. It was the best thing that had happened to her in years. It was driving her crazy!
The young girl started working her ass around in frantic tight circles now, crying excitedly through her nose. Her nostrils burned with the air she sucked in to feed her twisting body. Shadow's licking seemed to be everywhere at once. The more she moved, the more pleasure he seemed to bring to her. With another sharp cry of forbidden delight, Cindy tilted her cunthole up, feeling the dog's tongue rim the pulsing tense circle of muscles inside. He stuck an inch of his hot tongue inside, scooping out more hot juice. Cindy cried out, her mouth a tight scar as she petted him excitedly.
"Yes, good, .good," she panted. He was brushing over her pussy, going down over her taut asshole.
"Hey, man, missin' the mark," Brad said to the growling Doberman.
"Here, here," Cindy cried, arching her back and tilting her groin down. The dog seemed to understand and went back to her pussy.
Cindy could feel her cuntal walls spasming now. She could feel the tense muscles trying to grab onto the dog's black snout. She was quivering on the edge of her climax. The big muscles in her ass cramped. She kicked one leg out, fanning her toes until they also cramped. The animal slowed his wet rubbing friction, pulling back and tilting his head to one side, looking curiously at her.
"Ohhh no, no, noooo...." Cindy's voice trailed off into a hoarse whisper. She heard the dog give out a little yip, then nuzzled his snout once more between her rubbery, bloated cuntlips. She thought of the dog's tongue, of Brad's cock, of all those hot dicks in the room. The thoughts whirled around in her head and hurried her into her climax. She pitched on the bed, bucking her ass against Shadow's opened jaws. His teeth cut her slightly. That sharp tickle brought babbling groans of pleasure from the young girl. She raked his fur with her fingers, pulling him more tightly against her thrashing body. Scissoring her legs tightly around his neck, Cindy found herself hunching up against the dog more violently and shamelessly than she'd done with Brad.
Cindy tossed her head from side to side, feeling her silky hair splashing over her face as she came. Her thighs were filled with a hot, wild itching as flames of climax licked up her thighs and strayed into her oozing pussy. She bucked her body so wildly she thought she might knock Shadow off the bed. But he stayed on, licking and nuzzling her convulsing pussy. Hot juice flowed out of her snatch and wet down the wrinkled, stained top-sheet as Cindy jerked and twitched, tense moans of delight coming from her throat.
When she opened her eyes again, the dog was gone. Brad had pulled him from the bed and sent him trotting off to the kitchen. Cindy pulled her legs together, folding one over the other. Now she felt incredibly dirty. Now the young girl realized to what depths she'd sunk. She was no better than the Barringers. One look at the photos they'd taken of her and the Doberman told her that.
CHAPTER SIX
"Your old man's gonna cough up a lot of bills to keep them photos outta people's hands," Brad said, sitting back in the one chair in his bedroom. His feet were crossed at the ankles and resting on one edge of the small bed. Al and the others had left, leaving him and Jack to sit with the shamed, trembling blonde. Brad had the Polaroid photos in one hand and was carefully examining them, smiling at times, peering over their tops and leering at the cringing girl.
Cindy had lain in that bed for over an hour since the animal incident. She heard they were going to send the pictures to her father with a message stating nearly everyone in town would have access to them if he didn't pay the hundred thousand dollars they originally asked for within two days.
"My father hasn't got that kind of money," Cindy cried, sensing the hopelessness of the situation. They'd probably kill her eventually if he didn't pay.
"With that fine house you live in and that car? Sorry, babe. Besides, I've heard stories about just how much money your old man's got tied up in land and stock. Well, he's just gonna have to free some up for the Barringers," Brad said, tapping the edges of the photos thoughtfully against his front teeth, then putting them down in his lap and looking at the ceiling.
"Whatcha thinkin' about, Brad?" Jack asked, unable to keep his eyes off Cindy's lithe, white body. He was more romantically attracted to the girl than the others. He wanted to fuck her bad. But the thought of Shadow's spit still sitting inside her pussy was enough to put him off-at least for the time being.
"Just about feelin' real bored. I'll get some of the boys, maybe Al and you, to take these things over to her old man's-you know, drop it off through the mail slot in the back door or something. But then I've got all that time on my hands and this little bitch layin' here stark naked."
"You ain't thinkin' of fuckin' her again, are you? Sheeit, with that dog's spit in her?" Jack said with disgust in his voice.
"Kinda of a turn-off, eh? Yeah, I guess you're right," Brad said, throwing the photos down with a loud clacking sound on the wooden floor. "Hey, Al, come on in here."
Brad gave his tall, red-haired brother the orders to have the photos of Cindy getting licked off by their pet Doberman delivered with a note to her father, warned him about not being stupid and getting caught, then sent him on his way.
"Now we wait," the big man said, folding his hands together and staring at the blonde. Cindy knew there wouldn't be any waiting time. He was just thinking of some new torture, some humiliation he could practice on her. He was that kind of man, the kind who enjoyed making people weaker than he was turn slowly around for him, twisting on a rope he'd tied securely around their necks.
"Too bad about her cunt."
"Huh?"
"I said too bad about her cunt. I mean about the dog's spit bein' in there and all," Jack said, licking his lips as he stared at the matted jungle of blonde hairs barely covering the dark-pink folds of her pussy.
"That's taken care of easy enough," Brad said, his thick lips curling up into a cruel smile. Cindy felt her muscles tense. She was alert, ready to flinch, ready to scream out at some new outrage that might be practiced on her soon.
"Whatcha gonna do?" Cindy asked frightfully.
"Burn it out," Brad said, reaching down in his pocket and pulling out a lighter. Cindy watched with rounded eyes as the big man fingered the slender silver lighter in his right hand, staring at the object as if it were a painting, then moving his gaze over to her and smiling more broadly.
Cindy felt herself shrinking inside her body as Brad pulled his legs off the bed and stood up from the large chair.
"A little heat takes care of all that wetness. Of course, we could wash it out. But that'd be too easy. Besides, it's kinda cold in here. You probably need heat to warm up that cold little twat of yours," Brad said, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Cindy watched as he flipped the top open and whirled the black flint wheel around with his thumb. Blue sparks flew out, followed by a tall, red-orange flame. He smiled, staring at the flame for a second, then back at the trembling blonde. Without saying another word he moved the flame to her pussy, passing it lower and lower over her belly.
"Wonder if snatch hairs catch fire," he muttered, pasing the fire from thigh to thigh, keeping the lighter an inch or two away from her stomach.
Cindy shut her eyelids tightly, whimpering as the searing heat singed the white fuzz covering her legs. The heat crept down her belly, entering her bowels, moving through her pussy, then spreading up through her belly and chest. And strangely enough the young girl could feel her tits swelling with lust. In God's name, was she becoming a masochist?
She was actually turning on to this man's cruelty, his obsession with giving pain and humiliation. Oh God, it was so good-so terrifying, yet so good.
"Mmmmm," Brad said, eyeing her clinically. "She's not turning on the way I want to. Maybe a little flame somewhere else'll do her more good."
Brad held the lighter with one hand while fishing out his pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket. Sliding out one, he took it between his lips and lit it, closing the lighter's top and slipping it back into his pants pocket. Puffing on his cigarette, he crouched down between her legs, watching her face closely while spreading her cuntlips apart. Cindy opened her eyes wide, looking at her tormentor with bewilderment.
Then she saw him pull the cigarette from his mouth. The smoke spiraled over his head, disappearing in the air. Once more she felt the blood drain from her face. Her feet jerked toward her legs. She curled her fingers once more into tight fists while her belly and thigh muscles tightened.
Holding her open with one hand, Brad took the glowing end of the cigarette tip and touched a few hairs near the wet crack of her pussy. Cindy sucked in her breath, her head shaking violently from side to side while her neck muscles bulged.
Brad hummed some old farming tune while he continued working the cigarette around in tight circles. He moved it away temporarily from her snatch, trailing the glowing tip along one bulging tendon. Cindy flinched, fighting back the scream tearing at her throat. Oh God, she wanted to shriek at the burning pain in her left thigh. He was singeing her flesh, scarring her for life with that cigarette! She could smell the pungent odor of burning skin mixed with the acrid smell of burning tobacco. Ohh, how she hated that man, hated them all for doing this horrible thing to her!
"No, oh don't ... not that....save me ... please, for God's sake ... please don't ... do that to ... me," Cindy begged haltingly. She was quivering all over.
"Don't worry. We ain't gonna mark you up much," Brad said, trailing the hot tip of his burning cigarette over the other tendon. Cindy flinched. She whimpered deep in her throat, throwing her head back hard against the wall and nearly knocking herself out. The pain was almost unendurable. He was purposely holding that cigarette over one area of her flesh, watching her like a vulture, waiting for her to shriek, beg, do something besides just sit there and quiver with pain.
"AHHHHHH!" the girl finally screamed, tears flowing freely from under her blonde lashes.
"Good, good," Brad murmured, moving the cigarette away from her flesh. Cindy relaxed, breathing more regularly, thanking God the pain was gone. Then suddenly it was back, back with a more powerful force than before. He touched the tip to the small muscle directly below her clit.
Cindy screamed. Her legs fought to close on that burning needle. Her clit strained up, something Brad found incredibly interesting. The cigarette hissed and went out, extinguished by a combination of the girl's flowing pussy juice and the oozing dog spit still lodged in her cunt.
Brad rose to his feet, bored with her screams, her whimpering, her pleas. Cindy .managed to get herself under control again. She watched his expression as she lay there hating him more and more.
"You like cock, but you like this kinda shit lots, don't you, honey?" Brad said, narrowing his eyes.
Cindy looked down. No, she couldn't admit something like that to a monster like him. There was no telling what he'd do to her. But deep in her heart she knew the big man was right. God only knows what had been released in her-something that had been better left alone. But now it was alive and taking her over, telling her to do things and enjoy things she never would have even thought of before.
"Yeah, she's enjoyin' all this, man. She screams, but she can't wait to see what we're gonna do to her next. You like pain, don't you?" Brad asked, gathering himself up. She could almost feel the rising sadism in him. She was pushed back in the bed by it. Her pussy swelled and juiced as she stared into his glittering, dancing black eyes. As her heart raced and her pulse exploded, the cringing blonde teenager could say nothing.
"Sure, sure she does," Jack said, glancing down at her snatch and watching her outer cuntlips swell up and turn a darker pink. Juice trickled out of her snatch.
"Shit, she's washing out the dog's spit with her own juice. She'll be ripe for fuckin' soon enough. Right now, even," Brad said, smiling and turning his head around, giving his youngest brother a knowing wink.
"Now?"
"No. I wanna work her up first. She's gonna be so fuckin' hot she's gonna cry when you stick your dick in her. And that's what I'm gonna let you do, man. But first...."
Brad let his voice trail off, curling his fingers into two fists. Cindy's eyes widened. He was going to beat her, work her over like she'd seen men do in the movies.
"No, don't, please!"
It was too late. Brad sent one arm down, the knuckles crashing into her belly.
"UHHHHH!" Cindy cried, her eyes bugging out. She doubled up, her knees jerking to the base of her .jiggling tits. The bed groaned and squeaked as the girl kept on thrashing around, grunting and screaming as her hands slipped over the injured area. The blow had gone past the flaccid muscles of her belly, bruising her flesh. Cindy gagged, the dull pain wrenching her gunts inside out.
"No, don't...." Once more her voice trailed off into a desperate whisper. She didn't know why she was begging anything of this man. If anything, her pleas were enraging him, exciting him, doing anything but calming him down.
"You see, cunts like this enjoy being knocked around. Remember that shithead broad in town who liked to have us knock her around on the head? Fuck, she couldn't get enough beatin', 'long as we fucked the shit outta her in the end," Brad said, reaching down and gathering a handful of the blonde's hair in his right hand. Cindy screamed, forgetting temporarily about the dull ache in her belly as Brad once more yanked up at her hair. She felt some of the roots tearing from her scalp as she jerked her hands up and clawed at his wrist with her sharp fingernails.
The young girl could feel some of his flesh tearing under her attack. But Brad only laughed, yanking up harder on her hair, making her raise her ass off the bed, making her eyelids flutter.
Then he let her go, moving his hand briskly in an arc behind him, then bringing it forward. Cindy had no time to duck or even see what was happening. The open hand crashed across her face, slapping her hard and knocking her flat on the bed.
"UHHHHHH!" Cindy cried, her hair splashing across her injured face. They were beating her senselessly as they'd done earlier in the storeroom and in the yard. She'd be nothing but a bundle of bruises. Sliding her arm over her eyes, the girl tensed, waiting for the next blow.
It never came. Moving her arm down she saw Brad and Jack had opened their flies. She could tell they were brothers not only from facial similarities but also from the length and thickness of the dicks. Although Brad was certainly the undisputed master of dick length, his brother wasn't too far behind. Cindy stared at his smooth, tapered cock, the bluish drooling head, the leathery fat balls jiggling under the hairy cockroot. What were they going to do, fuck her at the same time? She thought of her poor sore cunt and wondered how much it could take without tearing.
"You can have her pussy. I'm gonna go for that sweet little mouth."
Cindy shrank back once more, covering her mouth with the back of her right hand. Mouth! Oh God, they were going to violate every spot on her body! She twisted away, the sore spots of burned flesh on her inner thighs rubbing painfully over the sheets.
"Come back here," Brad said, reaching down and grabbing her by the shoulders. He shoved her back roughly, raising his right hand above her head once more. The young blonde kept screaming hysterically, her eyes round and bulging as she stared at that suspended fist. Her chest rose and fell mightily as the shrieking teenager fought violently with Brad, desperately trying to get away.
"Fuck, she's loud," Jack said, wincing as Cindy's screams became more frantic.
"Shut the fuck up!" Brad shouted, bringing his open hand down hard across her right cheek, back-handing her with his knuckles, then slapping her across the face a second time. "You keep yellin' like that and I'm gonna knock you silly, you goddamned little whore," Brad growled, backing his wrist into her face.
Cindy's face snapped from side to side. Soon her screams became moans of pain. She thought he'd broken her nose. It was hard for her to breathe. Her cheeks felt as if they were swelling up while her head throbbed with pain. Hair hung in her tear-filled eyes as she fought down the sobs. Reaching up to her face, she felt something warm and wet running down one cheek. Looking at her fingers, she saw it was blood!
"OHHH!" the girl cried, feeling more around her nose. She was bleeding from the nostrils slightly.
"Here, wipe it up. I'm not gonna get head from some fuckin' broad who's bleedin'," Brad said. He slid off the bed, turning around and picking up a cum-stained old towel half tucked under the bed. Throwing it in her face, the big man watched silently, his hands down to his groin and massaging his fat dickroot.
Cindy dabbed her face dry, wishing she could look at herself in the mirror and see what damage Brad had done to her face. After a minute or two had passed, the young girl saw her nose had stopped bleeding.
"Okay, baby. Loosen up that fuckin' jaw 'cause you're gonna get a man's dick rammed down your fuckin' throat," Brad said thickly.
"What about me?" Jack asked from behind as his older brother slid back onto the bed.
"Wait 'til I'm in her mouth. Then you screw the shit outta her."
Cindy couldn't believe they were talking about her. It was as if she weren't there! She watched as Brad climbed to his feet, straddling her sides as if she were a mare. His dick was only inches from her face. She could smell the pungent odor of his sweaty, hairy crotch. Wrinkling up her nose, the young teenager turned away her face.
Brad worked his fingers around his fat hunk of cockmeat, using the cum oozing from his piss-slit as a lubricant for his throbbing shaft.
"Take a good look, baby. Take a look at this thing. Ain't it the best lookin' dick you ever seen? 'Course you ain't seen many yet. Wait 'till we get through with you. Man, you'll have your fill of dicks for the next ten years," Brad said, bending his knees slightly while holding hard onto his shaft and pointing the head at her mouth. "Now open up, or I'm gonna take that pretty head of hair and yank the shit out of it 'til it rips outta your scalp!"
Cindy turned her head around and found herself face to face with his purplish, fat velvety dickhead. It seemed bigger than she remembered it in the storeroom. Of course in there she was struggling with the big man in the dark, fighting him off as best she could. She'd only seen part of his cock before he buried it in her hot snatch and ripped her cherry away. Now he was dangling that prick in front of her flushed, injured face, enjoying her horror, her dismay, and-admittedly-her rising sexual heat.
"Kiss it, man. Go on, kiss that baby. Go on and make me feel real good," Brad said in a lower, thicker voice.
Cindy sucked in a deep breath, her forehead wrinkled with fear and loathing. She slowly parted her full red lips, bending forward and sticking out her tongue. She could see Brad's thick-muscled legs trembling with passion as she barely touched the tip of her tongue on the ridged underside of his bloated prickhead.
"Yeah, that's it, nice and easy. Shit, she's a pro at this kinda shit, real natural," Brad commented, closing his eyes and sighing happily.
Cindy wished she had the courage to open her mouth and bite off that monster facing her! What would he say then with half a dick hanging from his crotch? What could he do? Kill her, most likely. No, she couldn't do that. It sounded all too vile, filthy. She'd be stooping to their level. God only knows she'd done that already once, maybe twice. She couldn't become like them!
Bending farther forward, the young girl opened her mouth more. Brad was shivering, squeezing his buttcheeks together and hunching forward. Cindy gagged, holding her belly with both hands as she tasted some of that salty, bleachy cum on her tongue. He was telling her to take more of his cock in her mouth, to suck real hard on it while moving her tongue around his prickhead. How could she do that when that cum tasted so awful!
"Man, you do as I say or I'm gonna beat the shit outta you. What happened back there's only a sample of what I can do," Brad growled.
Cindy swallowed, tasting more of that jizz as it washed down her throat. She clenched her fingers, sucking in a deep breath and drawing more of the big farmer's cock into her mouth.
"UNNNGH!" the girl moaned as Brad reached down, clamping both his hands on the sides of her head and driving in four inches of his cockmeat. The girl screamed, trying to pull away from him. No, she couldn't breathe! He was going to choke her with his cock!
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Man, the little bitch sucks real good!" Brad said in a tight voice, his head thrown back while his hands caressed the sides of Cindy's head. He was moving his hips slowly back and forth, slipping his fat hard dick into her mouth, working his thighs from side to side, then drawing it out slowly. Streams of drool oozed from the corners of the girl's stretched mouth, dribbling down her cheeks and chin. The big farmer's knees trembled more as his balls tightened against his crotch and his passion rose. His feet sank deeper into the soft mattress.
Cindy felt her jaw hurting more and more. He was so big, filling her mouth and part of her throat with his fat, long cock!
"Go on, lick it up good. Come on, suck it like you really wanna."
"Hey, Brad, when the fuck am I gonna get a chance at her?" Jack called out from behind. Brad growled, looking down at the young girl trembling below him. Half his cock was embedded in her mouth. He watched as the fat blue vein at the top throbbed with lust. Yeah, he owed his brother a lot for backing him when they were in tight places.
With a sigh of disappointment, the oldest Barringer squeezed his hairy asscheeks and pulled his dick from the girl's sucking mouth.
"Okay, over on your fuckin' knees," Brad ordered, fingering his dick, squeezing his fingers around the fat rod to keep it from blowing off.
"Why?"
"Never mind. Just do as I say!"
The young blonde folded one leg over the other, rolling onto her belly, then slid her knees under her thighs and stood on all fours. Brad moved around on the mattress, nearly falling off the sagging bed twice as he positioned himself between the wall and the crouching girl.
"Okay. You can fuck her from the rear while she sucks me off this way," Brad said, holding his cock, angled down once more at Cindy's mouth.
"Oh no, noooommfffff!" Her pleas were cut short by the big man's cock ramming down her throat. Cindy's long blonde hair fell over her eyes, curtaining her face as she swallowed inch after inch of Brad's prick. Tears came to her eyes from that effort. She could feel her heart beating faster and her face flushing as Jack started fingering her ass. She felt him smoothing his palms over her buttocks, running his fingers up and down her asscrack, and finally coming up to her bloated cuntlips.
Yes, she was excited, excited by all this hot dickmeat, stiff and pulsing around her. Cindy knew Jack was getting his fingers wet with her juice. She could hear him comment something about her being like a bitch in heat. Yes, that was true! Unbelievably, the young girl found herself wagging her ass back and forth like a dog when Jack touched her again. She wanted him inside her! How awful to be thinking like that, hoping a man would fuck her! Was she becoming a nymphomaniac? Had those horrible men triggered something dormant in her, something that would have been better left alone? These and other questions Cindy would have to answer later. Right now she could only think about a far more physical problem in her cunt!
"Good pussy, eh, brother?" Brad asked, closing his eyes once more and pumping his hips back and forth. He could hear the squishy sound of his dick plowing through the young girl's stretched mouth. He could feel his fat cockhead brushing over her teeth, sliding over her tonsils, on its way down her throat! Cindy kept gagging, reaching up occasionally and trying to push the big man away. Several times he held her head purposely hard against his lower belly, shoving her nose against his hairy groin while he worked his thighs back and forth, stirring his cock inside her mouth like a spoon. It was then when the young girl moaned loudly, pushing hard against his muscular thighs, twisting her body backward, trying to get away from him so she could breathe.
And it was then when Cindy found herself backing into Jack. The youngest Barringer was toying with her pussyhairs now, brushing them with his fingertips, making every nerve-ending in her pussy stand up on end and quiver with sexual electricity! Ohhh, he was working his fingers over her plump pussylips now, milking the hot, wet rubbery edges together, milking her twat and drawing more frothy cunt juice from her snatch! Cindy shivered, letting out a muffled moan while nearly falling flat on the bed. Her belly sagged with her back, snapping straight and taut whenever a spasm ripped through her cunt.
"Gonna fuck her good now," Jack announced.
"Man, do it slow. She's so fuckin' hot she's gonna go nuts when you jam that mother in," Brad warned.
Cindy felt the fingers work her pussylips far apart, pulling them back as the youngest Barringer crouched down and held his dick in his free hand. She could feel him rubbing that fat head over her cuntlips, smearing them with his hot, thick pre-cum. Ohh, Cindy wanted that cock inside her! The girl was so excited she bit tightly into Brad's dick, receiving a heavy blow at the top of her head for her action:
"Try that again and I'll sweep up the goddamned room with you!"
Cindy tried to regain some control of herself. When Brad stuck his cock all the way in her mouth again, shoving the bloated head down her throat once more, Jack shoved his dick into her snatch. It was a double fuck, two fat dicks pushed into her body at the same time!
The young girl was frozen for several seconds. She felt her body melt into a lush pile of sex flesh. Something big and hard stirred her pussy into a forest fire. Hands pawed her sides, then reached around her hips and grabbed hold of her swinging tits, squeezing them hard. She could feel Jack pinching her nipples, the pain radiating to her pussy and changing into a wild pleasurable sensation. She was surrounded by cock, about to be swimming in a sea of cum! A cock in her mouth, one in her snatch, and her sandwiched in between two big studs!
"Man, I'm goin' outta my mind. This little bitch's gonna be one hell of a whore if she wants to be. Hear that, baby? Man, you got a cunt and a mouth like a goddamned fuckin' street whore!"
Cindy felt more shame dump on her. And yet how could she deny the feeling raking her pussy? Yes, she was a slut if those kind of feelings accompanied everything else that went into being a whore.
"Man, wonder if she likes gettin' it in the ass?" Jack wondered out loud. Before Cindy knew it, the young man had slipped his dick from her snatch, moving down slightly and pressing the head against her asshole.
Cindy cried out again, biting involuntarily into Brad's dick once more.
"Damn it!" The big farmer pulled his dick out, examining it to determine no damage had been done. Cindy closed her eyes, knowing what was about to happen. Brad lowered her one hand, back-handing her mouth. The young girl shuddered, the force of that blow snapping her head to one side. A second, harder blow left a red palm print on her left cheek. The attack on her face dulled the pain she was beginning to feel in her ass.
"Goin' in," Jack grunted.
Cindy tightened her ass. He was going to screw her in the butt. She was just some mindless thing for them. Her only reason for living was to satisfy their wild appetites and to give them money via her father.
Soon Jack was all the way on her, the weight of his dick crushing into her pussy. She churned under him, fighting to breathe. It was made more difficult by Brad's cock, which had re-entered her mouth and was deep-throating her once more. Through the roaring in her head she could hear the sounds of the two men grunting with pleasure, occasionally calling her names and telling her how good and hot she was.
The younger Barringer trenched out her asshole with the first inch of his dick, pile-driving deep into her bowels. Cindy let out a muffled groan. She'd be given the ultimate degrading sex act-an ass fuck. She could feel his dick throbbing, spilling some of his spunk in her. When the young man felt his climax peaking, he started fucking her faster, trying to work more of his dick into her ass.
In spite of her revulsion, Cindy could feel her clit responding somewhat to this strange fuck. In spite of the pain, in spite of the humiliation she felt, the young girl was responding positively to this contorted sexual position.
"Man, don't loose it all in there! Fuckin' her in the pussy's the best. Sheeit, you oughtta see her go wild when she feels your cum in her cunt. Save it, man," Brad warned.
Jack was able to stop his climax mid-way through. Cindy unclenched her thighs, letting his driving weight pull her hips up and down. He was pulling out of her, reaching down with one hand at the same time and pulling her cuntlips apart again. She could feel her clit hard and exposed. The fingers moved up and down the inner surfaces of her cuntlips, making her moan louder, suck harder.
Jack finally pulled free, his cock making a soft popping sound. Some jizz dripped onto the small of her back and oozed down into her narrow asscrack. The droplets made her flinch. She doubled her fists, driving her nails into her palms. She would have cried with delight and frustration if it weren't for the fat dick still drilling in and out of her mouth, making her jaws ache.
"Man, I'm gonna pop soon," Brad cried breathlessly. Streams of sweat streaked his flushed face while his head rolled from side to side. "Finish her off fast, man."
Jack was quick, raising himself slightly on the bed, then holding onto her hips while fitting his cockhead between the girl's cuntlips.
Cindy felt this was going to a wild fuck. As Jack drilled his dick in her clenching fuckhole, the grip on her ass tightened. Then the youngest Barringer leaned forward, his hands sliding from her ribs to her shoulders and finally to her throat. The grip tightened. Cindy felt the air choke in her throat! He was going to strangle her, kill her while fucking her in that doggie-style position.
"Hey, man, take it easy," Brad warned.
The fingers slipped back to her ass and the fucking continued. Cindy was choking, gagging with lack of air. Then suddenly she felt something hot batter the back of her throat. Brad was shooting, squirting his spunk down into her belly. The young girl panicked, trying to swallow as much of the spunk as possible. It tasted terribly salty and bleachy. She was gagging more, snorting the cum through her nose, letting it spill out the corners of her stretched mouth. She was bathed in it, drowned in it!
From behind she could feel Jack's fucking becoming more spirited. He knew his older brother was firing his load down the teenager's throat. He pistoned his thighs against Cindy's asscheeks, the force of his fucking making her body shudder and sway from side to side. The girl's tits jiggled and swayed back and forth. Oh, how her clit burned and throbbed as Jack purposely angled his dick up and rubbed the stiff hot skin against her sex spindle. She was rocketing in a wild zone of high sexuality. More dickmeat! She could have taken both brothers in her cunthole, or so she thought as her pussy climaxed.
"MMMMMMMFMM!" Cindy cried, her eyes closing while her lips closed hard onto Brad's still-shooting dick.
"Man, this chick's wild!" Jack cried, his body wrenching from side to side. Looking down he saw his white cum frothing out like spilled cream from the stretched hole under him. His dick jerked and wiggled like a wild animal, filling up the girl's pussy with more and more spunk.
Cindy backed into the youngest Barringer while still clinging with her lips to Brad's softening prong. She wanted both cocks in her as long as she could have them there. The young girl kept milking Jack's dick with her pussy muscles while running her tongue over Brad's cock. Both brothers moaned, their bodies swaying with decreasing lust. Finally Brad let out a muffled swear, wiping his forehead while stepping back and drawing his dick from Cindy's mouth. Cum dribbled down onto her lower Up and chin. She swallowed hard, feeling the thick white spunk coating her mouth and throat.
Behind, Jack was moaning softly, his head drooping down onto his chest while he pressed his fingers against the girl's buttocks for support. He breathed hard, trying to regain his equilibrium. Finally he sighed heavily, pulling his cock from her slackening pussy.
"Man, she's somethin' else. Ain't had a fuck like that since we screwed them chicks from Crest, California," Jack said in a thick voice, wiping his dick off on his shirt tail.
"Gotta have a drink. Come on. Let's leave the chick alone for a while. Even whores like her gotta rest," Brad said, stepping off the bed and hitching up his pants.
Cindy waited until she was left alone before she let out all the horror that had been building up in her for the past several hours. When she heard the two Barringer brothers walk away down the hall, the blonde teenager rolled to the unstained side of the small bed, burying her face in the crumpled pillow and sobbing hysterically. She let the tears flow freely, pounding the pillow occasionally with her tiny fists. Why, why, why had she acted so foully with these horrible men? She should have told them they could kill her but she'd never submit to the horrors they had planned for her. But instead, she not only let them do whatever they wanted to to her, but she actually enjoyed it-ENJOYED IT! What would her father, her mother, or her friends say if they knew what had happened in here? What would they think once they saw pictures of her letting that Doberman lap her pussy? Oh God, she was worse than the whores on the street. At least they did their perverted things for money and got little, if any, pleasure from it. But she who had no reason to feel pleasure was almost begging them to try something kinkier, something fiercer on her! Somehow pleasure, pain and degradation had gotten all mixed up in her mind. She was seeking them out all at the same time.
"Oh God, help me," she moaned through her tears. But Cindy knew if there were a God, he wouldn't help her. She'd sinned foully against God and Nature. And secretly, the blonde sixteen-year-old didn't want any help. She enjoyed wallowing in this sexual filth!
"OHHHH!" Cindy cried, realizing this horror for the first time. With more sobs, the girl slowly sank into a deep sleep.
Cindy had no idea how long she'd dozed. When she awoke, she could hear loud laughing in the other room. Focusing her mind and pushing her head up from the pillow, she could just make out the words they were saying...." and we hung around to watch what he did when he read the note and saw the pictures."
It was Al's voice. So, they did deliver the photos to her father! Cindy gasped, covering her mouth with one hand and feeling more tears fill her eyes. She could only imagine what had happened next.
"So?"
"Jim and me were down by the window. The old man must've been talkin' to a bank or somethin' about getting the money for us," Al continued.
"Good, good," Brad commented, licking his lips. He thought of all those coins coming to his and his brothers' pockets.
"Then he saw the packet we slipped through the mail slot."
Cindy could tell from the tone of Al's voice that he enjoyed the horror that followed.
"Man, he must've thought it was her head or somethin'. He started cryin', then opened it up. You should've seen his face when he got a good look at them pictures. Man...." Al couldn't finish the sentence for a while. He was laughing too hard, screaming Occasionally and making faces to illustrate Cindy's father's horror.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Cindy cried in the bedroom, holding her head and rocking back and forth. Her father now knew to what depths she'd sunk. How could she ever face him again? He had every right to abandon her now to whatever the Barringers had in store for her.
"Man, it looked like he'd just swallowed a lump of shit. He kept standin' in there, rockin' back and forth, crying and shaking his head, goin' from one picture to 'nother, then back again. It must've been a couple 'a minutes before he read the note. Then he was back on that phone again, almost screamin' at the fucker."
"We oughtta get the money soon," Brad commented. "I wrote we had copies and were gonna publish 'em all over the fuckin' county if he didn't pay up."
"But you don't," Jack said.
"Fuckin' bastard don't know that. By the time he figures that one out, we'll be on our way to the Bahamas. Hey, knock it off!" Shadow had been bumping his head against Brad's dangling right hand for attention. When the big Barringer didn't acknowledge him, he bit lightly into two fingers. "You fed 'im?"
"Yeah, sure, couple of minutes ago. Hey, what the fuck's the matter, you goddamned mutt? You got your food," Brad said angrily.
In answer, Shadow pranced halfway down the hall, dancing around in circles, then running back to the living room and barking while staring at the young men. He repeated that several times before what he wanted dawned on the Barringers.
"You think he wants more of that cunt?" Al asked, looking at his older brother.
"Probably. Man, I wouldn't mind gettin' my dick back into her snatch," Jack said, rubbing his groin thoughtfully.
"Come on. Bring along that goddamned camera again. Takin' a couple of pictures for insurance ain't gonna hurt us none," Brad said, grunting as he slid his feet off the coffee table and stood up, stretching his powerful arms over his head.
Cindy knew they were coming back into the bedroom, coming back with that awful dog. They'd humiliated her once with that kind of perverted act. Now they were going to do it again!
Desperately the girl looked around. Her eyes were wild with terror. Where could she go? The window! Yes, she had to make one last attempt at escape, even if she cut herself to ribbons. Quickly she scrambled off the bed, grabbed the metal alarm clock on the bedstand, hurled it through the dirty glass pane and shattered the glass into a million pieces.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Let me go! Let me go!" Cindy screamed, twisting around and kicking out at the two men holding her. The cold winter air blew through the shattered window, making the girl's flesh quiver. Brad was pulling her back toward the bed while Al and Jack pushed the pieces of glass to the other side of the room with their feet.
"Oh no, no, no," Cindy wailed, closing her eyes and letting the tears flow. She'd been quickly clearing some of the glass shards from the pane and was about to jump to freedom when the brothers rushed in and stopped her. Now they wouldn't have any mercy on her. No, they knew she'd try to break loose at any cost.
With a muffled curse, Brad hurled the girl back onto the bed, raising his hand and slapping her hard across the face. Cindy let out a sharp yelp, her head snapping to one side with her hair whipping across her face. He back-handed her, then slapped her once more with his open hand. The young teenager's body jerked with each blow while her cries quickly died into hysterical sobbing. Her big tits jiggled and rolled with the impact of Brad's big hand.
"Fuck, baby. You don't know by now you can't get outta here? Nobody's ever made it outta here. You think you're gonna be the first?"
Brad leaned forward and grabbed a handful of her long blonde hair, jerking it up and forcing the young girl to open her eyes and stare at him in wild terror.
"You listen good, cunt. You're gonna do what me and my brothers tell you. If you don't like it, tough shit. But from what I seen you do around here, we could shit in your face and you'd want more," Brad said, yanking her hair up harder and making the girl whimper before throwing her back onto the bed.
"Got the camera?" Jack asked. Al pulled out the faithful Polaroid and patted it on the top.
"Come on Shadow, come on boy," Brad said, slapping his thighs and crouching down slightly.
The large black Doberman padded into the room, stopping in the middle of the room and stiffening his body. His ears pricked forward while his eyes rolled around in his powerful big head. Twisting around, he caught sight of Cindy lying in bed, her long white legs curled up toward her chest. The young blonde was wiping more tears from her flushed face with the backs of her hands when she saw the dog standing in the room staring at her.
"Oh, oh, oh," Cindy cried, shaking her head slowly from one side to the other. Catching sight of the Polaroid, the teen realized what was happening-another photo session! Then she remembered what she'd overheard several minutes ago. The Barringers had no copies of the pictures they'd given her father. If he destroyed them, there'd be no record of what took place in this farmhouse-none, of course, but in the bitter memories of both Cindy and her father. But with new pictures, the Barringers would be able to blackmail both her and the old man for as long as they chose.
"Hey, baby, somebody here needs a little hot pussy," Brad said mockingly, scratching the big dog behind the ears while stroking his back. Shadow's sides heaved in and out as a low growl started deep in his throat. "He remembers you, honey."
Cindy shivered, slowly scooting backward on the cum-stained wrinkled sheets. The smell of stale jizz and perspiration invaded her nose as she watched the animal approaching her.
"Stop him, oh God, don't let him do this to me!" Cindy whimpered. She was terrified not only of what the animal would do, but of how her body would react. Cindy remembered the last time-how she was actually caressing the animal, scissoring her legs around his neck and hunching up to his black snout while he drilled that long pink tongue deeper and deeper into her pussy. She couldn't get enough of his hot friction against her clit then.
Peering down at the dog still standing on the floor looking up at her, the young blonde shook wildly. What would her body do this time?
"Oh!" Cindy cried out as the big animal jumped onto the bed and stepped on her bare feet. She could feel his sharp toenails digging into her flesh. Cindy sucked in a sharp breath as she found herself staring directly into the Doberman's dark-brown eyes. She could hear that low growl of excitement in his throat become louder. Oh God, she could feel her pussy responding to that growl, tightening and growing wet!
"Man, she can't wait for him to start lickin' her off."
"Yeah, that's what they say about farm girls. If they can't get fucked by a guy, you'd better lock up the dogs and horses," Jack said, laughing loudly as Al focused the camera and took the first picture.
Cindy slowly lowered herself to the bed, wallowing her shoulders in the crushed pillow as she felt herself growing short of breath. She could feel him crawling up higher toward her face. And then the girl felt his tongue washing her tits, rolling them from side to side, bathing them with his thick, hot spittle.
Ohhhh, that tongue was so hot and so rough, and yet so strangely soft at the same time! The young girl felt her original terrors melt away as the big animal caressed her body with his tongue. His short fur pricked her naked flesh. Voluntarily Cindy hooked a leg up and petted his back, smoothing her toes over his stubby, wagging tail. There was no getting around it now. Cindy was letting it happen, actually encouraging the dog to do this to her. But could she be blamed? The men had beaten her, vilified her in every way possible, even threatened her with death. When they fucked her, it was with a vengeful violence. It was only when the animal was on top of her that the girl wasn't really threatened. In her own strange way, Cindy came to look at these sessions as respites in the horror the Barringers had created for her.
"Ohhhhh!"
Cindy took over, rolling onto her belly and sobbing with wild sexual heat. She'd never felt so uninhibited, or so hot so quickly after the sex play had begun! The young girl rubbed her thighs over the sheets, moving her hips up and down and feeling the velvety, hot wet surfaces of her pussy slide over one another. That delicious, subtle friction was driving her mad!
Shadow saw what was happening and bobbed his head around, trying to find a vulnerable spot again. He nosed around her ears, lapping at her neck, wetting down her shoulders and upper back. The girl babbled, writhing on the bed like a snake while Al took pictures.
"Hey, take it easy. I ain't got much more film. Save it for the fucking," Brad warned.
"He's gonna fuck her?" Jack asked, almost in disbelief. He was a Barringer, but still relatively young and inexperienced in this business of kidnapping, extortion and torture. They'd brought him out here to the farm from an aunt's home some miles away only recently.
"Sure. You think he's gonna let something as hot as that get away with just" a lickin'? Maybe before, but he's gonna sink that boner into her twat this time. And when he does, I wanna get some shots of it! The old man'll pay through the nose for a good long time once we give him a couple of samples of what his daughter's been doin' with us," Brad said, rubbing his crotch.
Cindy couldn't hear what they were saying. The pounding in her ears was too loud. All she knew was that the dog was standing over her, wetting her down. He was bracing his legs on either side of her back, licking his tongue down the hollows and bumps of her back. Cindy let out a shivery moan, working her ass back and forth, up and down while curling her fingers into the sheets and tearing at them with her sharp nails. She spread her knees farther apart, wagging her ass for the large Doberman.
Shadow grunted, dropping his head and wetting each cheek with his spit-dripping tongue. The animal smoothed it between each cheek, digging it into the tight asscrack until his hot spittle dribbled down over the thick blonde curls of Cindy's pussy. It was a sensation the girl had never felt in her life. Cindy arched her back more, finally rising on her knees in order to give Shadow more licking room. She felt out of herself, completely a different woman from what she was moments ago. Now the young teenager had no desire to escape. The wind howled through the broken window, making the sheets on the bed flutter. But Cindy had no sensation of cold. All she could think of was the dog on top of her, shielding her body with his, slathering his tongue up and down her twisting body.
"Mmmmmm," Cindy groaned. She was panting as hard as the animal. The weight of her tits hanging down from her chest excited her more. She wobbled on her elbows, gasping in lungfuls of air when she could, holding her breath when Shadow's strong tongue brushed over her clit and pet it lovingly. The animal was licking her pussy, purposely concentrating on the upper section where the girl's clit protruded like a tiny pebble.
Cindy cried out, clenching her teeth together and setting her jaw while she pushed her knees as far apart as she could without toppling over. Oh, she wanted to feel that tongue all over her body, touching every sector, arousing every nerve-ending! Already the girl could feel her pussy spasming, especially when her outer cuntlips peeled stickily back from the bloated pussymeat along her slit. Shadow pushed at her hungrily, sliding his tongue under her cuntal mound and shoving it upward.
"OHHHH ... oh, no, NO!" Cindy wailed, her body trembling. The young girl collapsed onto the bed, snapping her legs together and working her thighs back and forth. She could feel her hot, bloated cuntmeat sliding over her clit, caressing the sputtering sex spindle. She was so close to cum-ming! Cindy could feel herself teetering on the edge. And yet she needed more friction, something inside her snatch to give her that wonderful feeling of being filled, stuffed with dickmeat!
Soon the blonde sixteen-year-old was on her back again, her legs halfway raised and spread apart for the Doberman's sharp snout. Shadow pushed into the mouth of her snatch with his cold black snout, snuffing and panting in the soaked pussymeat. Cindy let out a sharp yelp, kicking her left leg out as the preorgasmic spasms built in intensity. She was rolling from side to side, pushing her head into the pillow while closing her eyes and gasping for breath. Her heart raced so quickly the teen thought it was going to burst. She'd heard stories where people had heart attacks while fucking. Was that what was going to happen to her? Cindy giggled, thinking of what the headlines would say when they found her spread open, stained with her own juices and her pussy covered with dog hairs!
Shadow was growling that smothered growl of lust she'd heard before. The girl remembered watching animals fucking in the yard, even though her father tried to keep her from seeing it. She remembered watching a bitch standing in thecenter of the clearing, her tongue hanging out, her eyes glazed while dog after dog mounted her, bit her neck and pumped his thighs up and down. It was that same sort of growling she heard then that she was listening to now.
Cindy was babbling with excitement. She held Shadow's head down so he lapped her cuntslit open. She sat up, looking down at what was happening, then let go of his head and pushed her arms over her head. Ohhh, it was so incredibly wonderful to give herself over completely to this animal. She didn't have to do anything except lay back and let him do all the work! There was no pain, no beating, no whips, no belts, just that hot, wet friction of his tongue going over her pussy!
"What...?" Cindy suddenly cried out. The big animal had pulled back and was biting her lightly on the bulging right tendon. The sensation of his sharp front fangs sinking gently into her flesh and biting at the tense muscle was strangely exciting. But what was he getting at?
"Back over, baby. On all fours," Brad ordered, making a circular motion with his fingers.
Cindy shuddered, pulling herself up off the bed and folding one leg over the other, rolling onto her belly once more. She knew what was going to happen. Looking back, the girl saw Shadow's long, knobby red boner pressing hard against his flat, muscular black belly.
Fighting back some tears of shame, Cindy wobbled on all fours again, dropping her head and closing her eyes. She could feel the big animal coming up to her again, sniffing at her pussy, licking her asscheeks again, slicking down a few of her cuntal hairs with his broad tongue before backing up and getting ready to mount her.
"Okay, get shots of her face, too. We wanna make sure they know who was under Shadow," Brad said.
Cindy bit down on her lower lip until she could taste blood. She heard the dog whining through his nose, examining his position and hers. Then there was the sensation of his sharp toenails digging into her asscheeks. He was testing her, testing his sense of balance.
"OHHHHH!"
Cindy's eyelids fluttered back while her elbows bent slightly from the weight on her. ass and shoulders. Shadow had slid on top of her, his furry belly pressing hard against her ass and neck. Cindy closed her eyes once more, sobbing, sucking in her lower lip, shaking her head back and forth, thinking of those dogs she'd seen years before in the barnyard. Only now Cindy was the bitch standing in the clearing, offering her cunt to the animal!
"Man, fuck her, fuck the bitch good!" Brad cried, using his tongue to wipe the spittle off his lips. All the Barringers were excited watching this helpless young teenager being fucked by the Doberman.
Cindy felt Shadow's strong forelegs slide around her upper chest, pushing against her swinging tits, hugging her hard for support while his hindquarters danced nervously behind her. He nestled his powerful head in the valley between her shoulder blades, twisting his head to the right and growling. The young blonde could feel his dick pressing against first one inner thigh, then the other. He was trying to get better leverage, trying to find the hot, drooling hole he'd been licking just seconds earlier.
"Oh!" Cindy stiffened, her eyes bugging out and staring straight ahead at the dirty rear wall of the bedroom. She felt that funnel-shaped, knobby red thing sliding through the forest of her spit-drenched cunthairs! It was getting close, oh so close to her hot little hole! Soon she'd be violated most foully by an animal's cock! How would she ever be able to have sex with a man, knowing her pussy had been raped by a dog's prick?
"Man, the old man's gonna shit when he gets a look at these!" Al said, excitedly passing the finished Polaroid snapshots to his brothers, refocusing and reloading the camera with the last packet of film and snapping away.
Cindy was breathing hard and heavy now. The big animal found the right fucking position and was edging his ass down and to the left, pushing his dick up to the hot juicy cuntal crack. The young blonde moaned, her low-throated groans soon turning into grunts. Shadow had found her pussyhole and shoved down. Cindy wailed, her head snapping from side to side as she felt the pointed tip of his prong peeling back her bloated outer cuntlips and sliding into the throat of her twat.
"OHHHHH God, help me, help...."Her thin voice trailed off. She was gasping for breath now, sweat trickling down her forehead and staining her face. His knobby prong was sliding in all the way. Cindy could feel the knobs brushing over the folds and hollows of her inner pussy now, stretching the itchy, elastic walls of her cunt and making it tremble with excitement.
"Man, didn't I tell you? Didn't I tell you?" Brad said to his younger brother Jack, slapping him on the back. "The cunt's turned onto the fuckin' dog. I knew it!"
Cindy felt the big dog's body start to shake as he began fucking her. A low, steady growl came from his half-opened mouth as drool oozed from his snout and collected in a pool just below her neck. The young teenager shuddered under the relentless fucking, letting out grunts with each powerful forward fucking thrust of the Doberman. The bumps were tickling her cunt, arousing it more and more. She felt her clit burning like a glowing coal under the attack! Wiggling her ass from side to side, the girl tilted her cuntal mound up, trying to get more friction from the sliding dick. When she did, Cindy felt as if someone had dragged a rusty saw over her clit! The sensation of those big knobs bumping against her sex stick was unbelievably good!
"Man, she's goin' at it. She's gonna knock the fuckin' dog off if she's not careful," Al commented as he took another photo.
Cindy growled as loudly as Shadow now, tossing her lovely head from side to side and acting like an animal. She knew the dog was close. He hugged her tightly, pumping his narrow yet muscular hindquarters faster and faster. The friction of his doggie cock against her pussy walls made the girl think she'd catch fire.
"More, more," Cindy mumbled into the pillow, biting the dirty cotton pillowcase as she felt herself rocketing up to orgasm. It was all too awfully good to be true. She felt thrown from one side of morality to the other, hating herself for giving into this vile perversion, yet at the same time enjoying every damnable second of it! Her body swayed, jerked and hunched as the Doberman let out a high-pitched wailing howl. He was cumming, firing his load of spunk from his small set of black furry balls into her hot hole.
Cindy could feel that knobby prong jerking and dancing inside her. She knew he was squirting out his spunk, filling her pussy with his doggie cum. She cried out, dancing her ass around in tight little circles, breathing with sharp, whistling noises through her nostrils as she toppled over the edge and fell into her own orgasmic throes.
The two of them, woman and dog, jerked and twitched for several seconds, each caught in their own private whirling hurricane of sexual orgasm. Cindy was still feeling her pussy contract and spasm when the Doberman finished and backed off, drawing his knobby joint from her cunt and jumping off the bed. Cindy moaned, falling onto the sheets and working her thighs and pussy against the wrinkled sheets. Spasms still shot through her cum-filled snatch.
"Uhhhhnnnnhhhh," the young teen moaned into the pillow, pulling her knees up, tilting her cunt down and pushing the sore, itchy pussymound against the sheets for relief. Yes, it had been wonderful! But why had the animal pulled his dick out so soon?
"Man, class-A fuck shots!" Al said proudly, taking the final picture of Cindy.
"This'll keep those fuckin' Duvals in line," Brad said, examining the photos then looking down at Cindy and smirking.
CHAPTER NINE
Cindy lay in the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Al and Jack had gone off to pick up the money from her father, armed with two photos of her getting fucked by the big Doberman pinscher. If her father balked at forking over more money, they'd threaten to drop the pictures off at the town newspaper. Of course they knew the paper wouldn't print them. But word would soon get out all over town about Cindy and the "unnatural" acts she had to perform while kidnapped.
Although people would never know just how willingly she performed them, the fact that she'd done something terribly immoral would shame both her and her father from the area.
The young girl closed her eyes, feeling them burn with painful tears. Why, why did this have to happen to her and her father? They'd never done anything wrong! They'd always been the pillars of morality in the small community. Nor were the hypocrites, pretending to be moral by day when they were really lewd at night.
And yet wasn't it true? Cindy couldn't speak for her father, but her own sexuality had shown itself to be wild, untamed, unnaturally perverse and intense. She could tell even the depraved Barringer brothers were impressed with her hot, tight pussy and the way she kept thrashing about, demanding that it be continually satisfied! She was an alley cat, a sidewalk chippy no better than a New Orleans street whore.
The young blonde's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a car speeding down the drive. She could hear the engine whining at high speed and the sounds of gravel churning up and pounding against the fenders. Something must have gone wrong! She doubted the brothers would be tearing up the road, causing so much commotion if her father had paid off as planned.
The young girl raised herself off the bed as best she could. Brad had tied two lengths of rope around her ankles, fastening those pieces to the metal bedframe. One hand was tied back above her head in similar fashion, pulled to the left and down to the other end of the frame. The other Brad had left free so she could "play with her cunt," as he put it, if she wanted to. Now Cindy peered through the broken window. Thank God the storm had abated. Not so much cold air blew through the broken glass into the room.
"They got Al!" she heard Jack cry out breathlessly. He stumbled from the car, leaving the engine still running.
"What?" Brad had run to the porch and was standing in the doorway.
"It was a trap, man. Her old man called the cops and had 'em waiting for us. I smelled somethin' wrong, but he wanted to go through with it."
"Were you followed?" Brad asked tensely, his face darkening as he looked down the road.
"Dunno. Don't think so. But they knew who we are and where we live. Shit, they'll be up here in a sec," Jack said breathlessly.
"Damn, come on. Let's get together and get the fuck outta here. They don't know about dad's old place up near the top of Granger's mountain," Brad said, wheeling around and running back into the living room.
Cindy had heard what went on and felt her heart racing as Brad ran into the room. Were they going to kill her? The kidnap plot had gone bad. Now they must be thinking about getting back and....
"I oughtta slice your fuckin' throat," Brad growled to Cindy.
Cindy thought about the knife she'd seen him whittling with in the living room once or twice. She thought about that long silver blade, the cold steel pressed against her throat, cutting across her jugular veins ... The young blonde shuddered, her eyes rounding and widening as she watched every move the big Barringer made.
"But it ain't that easy. They got Al, and we're gonna have to use you as a bargaining card," Brad said, quickly untying the teenager's bonds and sliding his hands under her arms. "You try anything funny and I'm gonna forget about what I just said and kill you. You ain't nothin' to me but trouble now, baby. Me and my brother can hide out in these mountains for a long time without bein' found. Now you just shut your goddamned mouth and go along and nobody's gonna get hurt."
Cindy said nothing as he wrapped her up in one of the dirty sheets and threw her over his shoulder like a sack of flour.
"Hey, she's gonna slow us down. Let's get rid of 'er and let the cops and her old man find the body," Jack said angrily.
"Learn fast, little brother. We got us a possible way out with this cunt alive. Dead we gotta run for our lives. Nope, gonna keep her goin' to the last second," Brad panted, brushing past his youngest brother and heading out into the open.
For a second, Cindy thought she could hear the sound of police sirens down the road. Her heart leaped with joy! Oh, they'd find her soon, find her and rescue her from these terrible men and from her darker side. But it was only the wind whistling through the bare trees. No, the police were probably trying to figure out whether or not to risk making a surprise move on the camp. Some surprise move! When they finally did get their act together, they'd find the place deserted. The Barringers were moving her to a safe place, somewhere where they could still practice their horrors on her and hold her father in their grip.
"Come on Jim. Come on, damn it!" Brad called out to the remaining Barringer brother. He was standing by the side of the ramshackle barn taking a piss. The tall, red-headed Barringer had been in the barn and hadn't heard the commotion.
"What's up?" he shouted, breaking into a run and joining his brothers and helpless Cindy.
"They got Al, man. They got him when he and Jack tried to get the money from her old man. We gotta get up to dad's old cabin up Granger mountain," Brad said, adjusting his human load and starting up the narrow, overgrown path on the other side of the clearing.
"Got supplies up there?" Jim asked, flashing Cindy a look of hate before joining the other two brothers and starting their hike up the side of the mountain.
"Yeah, yeah, always keep somethin' up there for times like these. Gonna hate leavin' this place. But gotta for a while. Stupid cunt!" Brad snarled, his powerful legs and feet climbing the steep path.
For the next hour the brothers said nothing. Occasionally Brad had to rest, sliding the teenager from his shoulders and dropping her to the ground. The brothers stared at her, making Cindy wish she could bolt down the path. She could see it was only Brad who kept the others from killing her outright for revenge. And he kept her alive only for bargaining purposes. Once those had been dashed ... Cindy shuddered, gathering the dirty sheets around her body. The chilling wind increased in intensity as dark-gray clouds swirled overhead. The thin linen provided the girl with little protection. At least the Barringers had on jackets!
"Come on. We can't shit 'round and do nothin'," Brad finally said, stooping down and picking the girl up by the thighs and throwing her over his shoulder. They climbed higher, their progress slowed by the increasingly thick brush and the high altitude. Cindy hugged Brad's shoulders and chest more tightly, finding she could warm herself better this way. According to what she heard the Barringers talking about in the past few seconds, no one knew about this cabin hidden away in a small cave-ridden valley of the mountain. There, the brothers felt, they'd be safe from detection until they could figure out what to do.
"Whew, altitude's got me!" Brad said, stopping and bending his knees while sliding his load off his shoulders.
Cindy was on the ground once more. Looking through Jack's legs, she could see the valley below. It was so beautiful! Below her father and the police were probably scurrying through the Barringer farm, wondering where everyone had disappeared to. The brothers, while lumbering up the path hurriedly, had taken pains to make sure their trail was covered up as best as possible. They'd lived in these mountains all their lives, growing up nearly as wild as the animals. Unlike the valley people, they were used to sneaking about, covering up their tracks. Cindy had little doubt they could stump the police at least for a good long while as to which direction they'd taken off to.
"Damn cunt! Goddamned cunt!" Jack growled. He was standing over her now, tapping his fingers against his thigh.
Cindy flinched, looking up at Brad for-of all things-protection!
"Hey, I said leave her alone. She's our only way outta here-unless you wanna stay up here for the next year," Brad said, shading his eyes with one hand and peering down into the valley.
"Wish we could get back," the youngest Barringer muttered, still staring at her in frustration.
"See anything?" Jim asked, moving up to his oldest brother.
"Nope. Guess we got the jump on 'em for a while." Brad was relatively satisfied he'd outsmarted the cops and her father for the time being. "But we gotta get movin' soon. Can't fuck around here all day."
"Goddamned cunt. Come on, Brad, let's fix her ass. Let's show her and her fuckin' shriveled-dick old man they can't push the Barringers around," Jack said, his eyes dancing angrily in his head.
"Yeah, guess it's okay," Brad said, rubbing his crotch.
Cindy felt her last bastion of protection crumble before her eyes. She was thrust on all the Barringers, each one bent on avenging their captured brother.
Jack looked at her wild-eyed, clamping a hand over her mouth while motioning with the other hand to his brothers. Jack and Brad dragged her kicking, biting and writhing off the path down into a ditch. They dragged her into the brush, the prickly overgrowth scratching her face and snagging her hair. Jim stayed on the path, going down occasionally to make sure no one was coming up. He'd have a chance at the young girl later on when they were up at the cabin.
Brad took out that big knife, the knife she was so terrified of. He took her left tit in one hand, pushing down the linen sheet and squeezing the boob until her nipple popped out hard and long.
"You think she'd look good without one of these? How many men could she attract without a tit-or even a nipple?"
"NO!" Cindy cried with panic.
"Shut up!" Brad growled, reaching behind him and taking out a handkerchief. He jammed the foul-smelling cloth into her mouth, then slapped her hard across the face. "You wanna stay alive, you stay the fuck quiet!"
Cindy half lay, half sat on the cold, hard ground as she felt Brad massage the stiff tit-tip with the dulled edge of that knife. Thrills of wild sensation shot from her nipples down into her cunt. How awful! She was actually boiling down there between her legs as the Barringers were getting ready to mutilate her!
In an instant that horrible knife was away. Brad and Jack had unbuckled their Levi's and shoved them down to their ankles, exposing their long, cherry-red cocks made stiff by the excitement they felt and the cold air.
"Come on, let's fuck the shit outta her," Brad said, taking her arm and dragging her down through the brush a short way. Cindy stumbled, feeling the sheet tearing from her body, exposing her white, sensitive flesh to the cold whipping mountain wind.
"OH!" she cried through the rag still stuffed down her throat. There was a rotted log across the small path where Brad shoved her down, forcing her to crouch like a bitch in heat getting ready for a fuck.
"Hey, she's fuckin' the tree."
"She's gotta behave," Brad said, pulling at his belt by the buckle.
Cindy twisted her head around to see what was happening. Her eyes were wide and the lids stung with the wind and with fear. Sweat made her naked ass glisten, her asscheeks were clenched and tense. The blonde sixteen-year-old pressed against the wide trunk, and the rough bark scratched her thighs and cunt pleasurably. Yes, in a way, it was true. She was fucking the tree, feeling the scratchy bark tickle her skin.
Then the girl heard the hiss of leather being scraped along the rough fabric of his Levi's. She heard the snap of that belt against his thighs, the crunching sound of a step on the dried leaves and plants behind her. He was close now, close enough to hit her as hard as he'd done some time ago in the storeroom when he showed her just how much she enjoyed being hurt.
The belt came down. The slap of leather on her naked flesh made the girl yelp through the gag. Cindy tightened her butt as a welt rose from her injured skin. Whimpering, the young girl shuddered as that pain quickly became a warm sensation spreading through her thighs up to her cunt.
"Mmmmnnnngh!" The belt came down again. The girl tightened her buttcheeks again as gooseflesh erupted all over her twisting body. Her cunt closed and her clit tingled, waiting for the next blow.
"Uuuuunnngh!" It came quickly after the second, cutting her smooth flesh. The rag nearly choked her when she inhaled. Swirls of multicolored light exploded in her head. The sounds of the Barringers' curses faded, replaced by the pounding, wild throbbing of lust in her head.
Another blow ripped into the other asscheek, reddening the white flesh and making those taut round assglobes jiggle under the attack. Cindy thrust her hips forward as if she were retreating from the attack. But she was actually opening her thighs, forcing her hips into the bark. Something like a piece of bark worked its way into her cunt.
The girl shamelessly manipulated her muscles until the piece was lodged against her clit. Cindy relaxed her hips and let the next savage blow rip through her butt. The girl groaned, moving her thighs back and forth, working her pussy along the sharpedged piece of bark.
"Yeah, yeah, take this, take this for our brother," Jack said, wiping the sweat off his forehead.
Cindy threw her head back as the next blow slammed across both asscheeks. Her spine was straight, her head tilted at a sharp angle. It felt as if the belt was a hammer pounding her into dirt. Cindy couldn't stand this much longer. Ohhh, how depraved she'd become, how low she'd sunk! If her father could see her now he'd call off the police, renounce her, let her die on this horrible mountain! But the young girl didn't care. She had to have something "big in her cunt, something larger and sharper than that damned piece of bark to take care of the raging fire burning in her pussy.
"Fuck, she's all wet in there. She digs this kinda thing," Brad said, relaxing and reaching down, wiping his fingertips over the throat of her furry pussy. Cindy moaned, wiggling her ass back and forth as he smeared her oily hot juices all over her plump, quivering outer cuntlips.
The two men repositioned the young girl, rolling her forward, pushing her face in the dirt and thick overgrowth while moving her ass up, up until the asshole and cunt were clearly visible and easily accessible.
Brad was the first, bending his knees while holding her thighs hard with both hands. Lowering himself quickly, he pulled the girl close to his hard dick.
"Mrammm!" Cindy cried through the filthy cloth still jammed in her mouth. He had shoved his dickhead in, the wet cuntlips cushioning his hard pistoning drive. The girl twisted her head, throwing her long hair back and forth, letting the blonde strands tangle with the branch roots. She pulled her hair free, not feeling the tug against her scalp.
"She's good, fantastic! Good and hot! Shit you think her old man wants her back? He's got a Goddamned little slutty whore for a daughter!" Brad gasped.
Yes, yes, a whore, a slut! The words excited Cindy terribly. She felt a riot of wild emotions surge through her snatch. Her belly muscles snapped tight while she shook her ass, making her butt dance and jiggle, driving the man behind her wild with lust.
"Man, I'm gonna shoot," Brad said in a strangled voice. His head was thrown back while his neck muscles bulged. He was resting on the girl, pistoning his hips back and forth, plowing his cock in and out of her wet, clenching pussy.
Cindy screamed, matching the sounds Brad was making as his lust peaked. Fucking in this way, in this position, and especially after that belt beating, was driving her up to dizzying heights. She couldn't understand why this was so. She didn't even bother to question it as she'd done several days ago. All she could think of was how best she could satisfy the savage wild spasms ripping her cunt to pieces. Let them rape her, beat her, beat the horror out of her body. It was a small price to pay for everything she'd done and felt! Maybe all this horror would satisfy the sick cravings she'd developed. Maybe the Barringers would purge her mind and body of the sexual perversion she wallowed in lately.
Brad fucked her quickly, blowing his spunk into her cunt with wild abandon. She could feel it spilling into her snatch, then trickling down her thighs.
"Okay, your turn," he grunted.
"Yeah, yeah," Jack said, coming over. Cindy tensed, gasping and breathing deeply through her nose. She wondered what further degradation she'd suffer under this man.
"Unnngh!" Jack's cock drilled her. With each trenching thrust, the girl squeezed her asscheeks and pushed back, moving her butt back and forth, forcing his prick to shove against the slick, cum-stained sides of her pussy. The younger Barringer was faster than his brother, blowing his wad in a matter of ten thrusts. She sucked in her breath, jerking her head up and her shoulders back. Her buttcheeks jiggled as her tits dragged along that rough log. Oh God, how awfully good it felt to have a man shooting his load inside her! Shameless, awful, but yet how marvelous! Cindy felt her pussy wink shut on the dick. He was drenching her cuntal walls, drilling his cock deep into her, getting back at the girl for the capture of his brother while satisfying the needs of his groin.
"Now we cut her up good, eh, brother? We don't wanna share her with nobody," Jack howled.
"Hey, she'll squeal like a stuck pig," Brad warned, watching as his younger brother reached down into his boot and pulled out a long carving knife. Cindy twisted her head around and saw the weapon. She froze. Oh, they were going to use it on her, slice her up like meat on a butcher's hook and leave her bleeding to death on this mountain! What a horrible, yet fitting end for her, a young girl who had betrayed every good moral bit of training she'd ever had!
CHAPTER TEN
Cindy raised her head, her eyes wide and focused on the blade. Jack moved the knife along her throat, shaving the top layer of dead skin and making her swallow hard. They'd played with her like this before, but never had she seen such a deadly, determined look in the youngest Barringer's eyes. He was moving the blade down, going for her right tit. She felt the knife go down, down until there was a slight pressure between both boobs.
The blonde screamed, spitting out the gag. Brad laughed, reaching down and picked up that filthy rag, stuffing it back in her mouth. The girl's toes beat down on the earth, scattering gnarled brown and gray twigs all around her. Her ass jiggled back and forth while the muscles in her arms bulged. Whimpers mixed with muffled shrieks as mud and dirt sifted into her asscrack.
Cindy screamed again, twisting around, trying to get free of the men. But it was useless. The knife traced a curlicued line to the nipple. Jack took his time, enjoying her helpless terror. Both men licked their lips, unmindful of the growing cold, forgetting about the police and Cindy's father who might be on their heels this very moment. They watched as her sleek, trim body writhed helplessly under them.
The blonde teenager felt the knife, its cold steel blade against her body. Even as she knew Jack Barringer was bent on destroying her body, she felt her cunt clenching, spasming-getting ready for a big climax. She closed her thighs, whipping her legs around, rubbing the smooth wet surfaces of her inner cunt together, fully enjoying the terror gripping her.
"The goddamned bitch's enjoyin' it."
"Then she's gonna love what happens next," Brad commented.
The tip of the blade was pointed directly at her right nipple. Jack pushed the tip dead center, not cutting any flesh. The blade didn't have to slice through skin to send her off. Cindy pummeled the trunk with her hips, bearing down on her bloated clit. The pressure of the log against her tits mixed with the sharpness of the knife's tip against her nipple. Both men held her down, pressing her body hard against that log while teasing her with that blade. Yes, it was an awkward position to be draped over the log, her face pressed into the dirt while the men held her in place and crouched at her side, teasing her with that knife! And yet Cindy couldn't have thought of a more perfect position to have this kind of wild sex.
"Man, she's goin' out of control."
Cindy's face was contorted into a mask of lust. Her eyelids drooped while her cheeks were drawn in. Her lips were tightly compressed while drool oozed from the corners of her mouth. Yes, yes, she was cumming, cumming so hard, so slowly, but so marvelously.
At that point the sound of Jim's strained voice could be heard over the shrieking wind and the girl's low, throaty moans.
"Come on, man."
"You see anything?" Brad called up angrily. He wanted to push the girl as far as he could without actually mutilating her.
"I dunno. But shit, you been down there half a goddamned hour. We can't wait." There was a note of envy in the young man's voice. He'd been the only Barringer who hadn't had a piece of the girl's ass in one way or another. Al got his rocks off taking pictures of the girl, copping a feel every now and then as either Jack or Brad drilled their dicks into her. But Jim had always been in the background, taking care of the dog, being lookout. Now he was lookout once more, staring down the side of the mountain while his brothers took that blonde bitch down into the bushes and fucked the shit out of her snatch. It was unfair!
"Come on," Brad said, feeling they'd had enough fucking around for the time being.
"Hey, we're not...."
"I know. We can finish her up in the cabin. Besides, we got a big surprise for the cunt up here in the mountains. Too bad we had to leave Shadow alone down there," Brad said, kicking the girl in the right thigh as a signal for her to get up.
Cindy groaned, pushing herself away from the log. The slickness between her thighs made her pussy tremble. It was a mixture of Jack's and Brad's jizz oozing from her slit down her white thighs. Pieces of bark, twigs and clodded dirt clung to her body. Sobbing, pulling the rag from her mouth and bending down, Cindy gathered the dirty sheet around her body once more and climbed back to the path. Her feet were bleeding, scarred by the rough terrain and the abuse she'd received down at the bottom of that ditch.
"Come on," Jim said, glancing down and noticing the girl's several welts on her arms and back. He licked his lips in envy, then turned and walked with Brad up the path toward the mountain cabin.
"I can't ... it hurts," Cindy cried as she reached the path and tried to follow Brad and Jim. Jack was behind her, shoving her roughly behind the shoulders when she started trailing behind.
"Come on," Brad muttered, turning around and bending down once more. He hauled the girl over his shoulders, going back to the head of the small line of men and plowing through the overgrowth toward the top of Granger Mountain.
Cindy had passed out several times as Brad carried her up the mountain side. The strain, the horror, the double fucking followed by all that sadism, had exhausted her. She hung down limply from his shoulders, feeling the sheet work into her pussy, touching her clit, making it stand up once more and sputter with tiny orgasms.
Cindy had no idea how long they hiked. When she came to, she was being worked down off Brad's broad shoulders again.
"Uhhh!" Her feet touched the cold, uneven ground. Rubbing her eyes, she found herself in the middle of a thickly forested area of pines. The pungent aroma almost stung her nose.
"Inside," Brad said, looking over his shoulder at his brothers.
"Hey, no, the stall," Jack protested.
"The stall?" Brad repeated, a smile slowly crossing his face. "Yeah, why not. I ain't seen somethin' like that since I been in the Marines down in San Diego," Brad said, taking Cindy by the wrist and leading her away from the house. .
"No," the girl protested, her feet stumbling over the sheets and uneven ground. She thought of the warm building, of a place where she could rest from that awful ordeal. But all the pleas in the world were no good, she knew. An idea had struck the Barringers and they were bound to carry it out.
At first the young blonde couldn't see where they were going. All of them seemed to be hiking farther up the mountain. Then suddenly through a thick cluster of pines, the young blonde could make out a ramshackle old lean-to some forty feet away from them.
"You think Pete's up there?" Brad asked, stopping and checking out the darkening sky. The chill wind was increasing, howling through the bending tree tops.
"Yeah, probably," Jack said. "It's gettin' pretty damned cold. He usually comes on back times like these."
Pete? Another Barringer, one she hadn't met? Was he more perverted than the others? Was something so wrong with him they had to keep him cloistered away up here? As Brad resumed dragging her up the mountain, the young girl conjured up images of more beatings and rapes.
Reaching the door of the small lean-to, Brad grabbed hold of the leather strap and pulled back. Almost immediately Cindy could smell the pungent odor of animal piss and dung. She stepped back, wrinkling up her nose while making a face.
"Ugh!"
"Hey, baby, don't knock it. You ain't much better 'n what you're smellin'," Brad said, peering in the small building, then grunting with satisfaction. "He's here. Come on and let's have us a little fun."
Brad pushed Cindy in. The young blonde stumbled over piles of hay thrown on the floor, catching herself just in time before crashing into something big, hairy and solid in front of her. The young teen's eyes focused enough for her to see a relatively large donkey standing near the rear of the small building.
"What...?" Then the thought crashed through her fogged mind like lightning. San Diego! An act! She'd heard her father one evening talking about some women in Mexico who let themselves be "abused" by certain animals-dogs and horses! Cindy's eyes widened. That was what the Barringers were going to make her do!
As if on cue to Cindy's thoughts, Brad reached forward and ripped the tightly gathered sheet from her body with one violent move. Cindy cried out, hugging her tits with both arms.
"Whatcha so bashful about now? You couldn't wait to get your damned legs scissored around Shadow's neck. Now that we had to leave him down there for a while, we thought we'd get somethin' up here to keep you company," Jack sneered.
"Yeah, ol' Pete here used to work down on the farm when my old man thought there was a livin' doin' farmin' here," Brad said contemptuously. "When everything went down the tubes and dad died, we turned Pete loose. But he liked to stay around the place, choosin' this here lean-to as a kinda home for him when the weather gets rough. Well, looks like things just kinda worked out right fine for everybody in the end, eh?"
Cindy whimpered, backing away from the big animal. She felt Brad's body pressing against her shoulders and asscheeks. Oh, she'd do anything with them, fuck all of them at the same time! But a donkey! No, no that was too horrible! Already she was suffering guilt about fucking that dog, about letting him lick off her hot, juicy pussy. But this, this was going too far!
"Man, you're gonna turn onto him just like you did with Shadow," Brad assured her, taking her by the shoulders and holding her down while Jack and Jim walked over to Pete and smoothed down his coat.
Cindy felt her heart pound so hard she thought it would burst! Her mind became light and fuzzy while her forehead and scalp crinkled with the cold whipping through the small room and the horror shooting through her mind. The blonde sixteen-year-old dug her feet into the ground, twisting from side to side, trying to stop Brad from pushing her up to the big black donkey.
"He ain't gonna hurt you. Sheeit, he ain't done this too much before; The the one or two other girls didn't mind much ... once they got used to it," Brad added.
Cindy could well imagine what it took to get used to getting fucked by a donkey. She widened her eyes, getting a better look of her new-found lover. He was huge, tremendous, larger than any mule or donkey she'd ever seen! His large, oblong head rested on a pair of massive shoulders, made thick and muscular by years of farm work. His black eyes rolled in that huge head while a large, long pink tongue lolled out of his mouth. She could hear him pawing the loose hay underneath nervously as the two Barringers kept on petting his head and back.
When she approached the animal, Jim and Jack moved back, stroking his hindquarters. The sight of the naked girl combined with the constant petting, made Pete sexually excited. She could hear the change in tone of his braying. His prancing became more nervous while his breathing turned into pants. When Brad called her attention to his hindquarters, Cindy glanced down and saw a long, thick black thing getting bigger, fatter, harder! Oh God, that was his cock! That was the ugly thing they were going to make her fuck!
"No, no, I won't!" Cindy cried, wrenching herself free from the men temporarily. They laughed at her, blocking her way of escape. Cindy whimpered, staggering back, then screamed out suddenly when she realized she'd touched that horrible animal!
"Sure you will. You ain't got much of a choice now, do you?"
Brad recaptured her easily, pinning both arms behind her back and pulling down on them until Cindy shrieked with agony. He told her he'd break both arms and still make her fuck the donkey if she didn't shut up. Finally the girl calmed down enough and Brad loosened his grip.
"Come on, let's get somethin' good and high for this bitch so she can raise her fuckin' ass up high enough," Brad ordered, still holding the girl by the wrists as Jim and Jack scooped up a large pile of hay. The two Barringers found several broken wooden cases and used them as supports for the pile. Cindy watched hopelessly, groaning every now and then, letting her head dangle down to her chest as her long, tangled blonde hair curtained her face. She was going to be subjected to something that would destroy her mentally and possibly physically. The cold whipping through the rotted wood of the lean-to didn't bother her anymore. The Barringers had effectively turned this sensitive young teenager into a zombie. All she could hope for was to black out during this horror show.
"Come on. Let's give 'er a try," Jack said, packing down the high pile of hay.
"Come on, babe. You got a date to keep," Brad said, guiding the reluctant, whimpering blonde teen to the pile.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Cindy climbed onto the small hill of packed hay, slipping down several times and falling on her face. The Barringers laughed at her efforts, slapping her on the ass and back as she clawed at the hay for balance and support. Stiff particles of straw and stubble blew into her pussy, clinging to her wet cunthairs and pussylips. Her flesh itched with the dust and straw generated by her frantic climbing efforts.
When she reached the top of the small four-foot hill, she found a box overturned, apparently supported in its position by several other boxes beneath stacked one atop the other.
"Just drape yourself over it," Brad said, turning around and nodding at his brothers.
"Okay, Pete, got another one for you," Jim said, stroking the donkey's long nose.
Cindy shivered, hearing the donkey's hoofs crunching over the hay on the floor. In front of her she could see the pines outside bending under the increasingly violent attack of the winter wind. From the corner of one eye she spotted a small field mouse scurrying across the lean-to, hoping not to be spotted by the sudden and unwelcome company. No, she didn't think they'd spot anything except her cunt and the animal's dick.
"Easy, Pete. Take it easy."
Cindy cried out, drawing her arms up and covering her mouth with both hands. She'd screamed, startling the animal and making him trample her! When she felt his body covering hers, seeing his forelegs move over her head and position themselves on either side of her skull, the girl still vowed not to scream in spite of her feelings. No, she wasn't going to die like this, like some Mexican whore in Tijuana. She was a survivor! She'd realized that down there in the farm when she endured everything the Barringers threw at her. She'd survive, survive and make them pay somehow for all the horrors they'd inflicted on her.
Cindy felt someone putting their hands on her asscheeks, pushing her forward, pushing her face into that filthy straw. She sneezed and coughed, feeling the particles tickle her nose and choke her throat. Her eyes burned while a dull ache began in her thighs from the awkward position the Barringers were putting her in.
"Man, look at ol' Pete. He's really horny!"
Cindy shivered with revulsion. Oh, of only she could faint! If only she could pass out before she felt that horrible-looking dick touch her pussy!
Cindy didn't have to wait much longer for her ultimate degrading sex act. The donkey was braying wildly above her, his body shivering with lust while he bent his hindquarters and forelegs. Cindy felt his long, black, funnel-shaped cock touching her ass, sliding down into her buttcrack like a stiff, hot piece of red-hot iron. The young blonde bit down on her knuckles until she was drawing blood. No, no, she wasn't going to scream! Even when she felt the pointed tip of that animal's thick cock pushing against her jagged cuntal slit, the young girl shook her head violently back and forth as if to reinforce her vow not to shriek.
"UHHHHHH!" Cindy groaned. He was fucking her, actually shoving that thick, black bulbous dickhead into her cunt! Her eyelids fluttered open while her legs moved apart. The prickly straw bit into her thighs, tits and neck as the girl felt her body being impaled by that animal's cock. Cindy felt her belly turn over, and the sour, bitter bile rose slowly in her throat. She gasped in lungfuls of air, her nostrils flaring while that black velvety dickhead shoved past her stretched outer cuntlips, pushing them apart, forcing them into a wide oval. Her eyes bugged out while her cheeks puffed and turned red with the hard fucking. She screwed her fist into her mouth, biting down harder as the pain and pressure increased. Oh, how long was this going to last? When would that foul animal finally get through?
"OHHHHHH!" Cindy groaned again, biting down harder on her knuckles. He was working more of his cock into her. The young woman cried out, finally tearing her hands from her mouth, unable to stand the pain anymore.
"NOOO, OH GOD, IT'S KILLING ME!" she cried, clawing at the loose hay, kicking her legs apart like an electrified frog! She twisted and writhed on the straw, feeling the stack of boxes under her kept in place by the small hill of straw getting ready to topple. Already two, maybe three inches of the donkey's cock were in her! She'd been vilified the way few women ever were. And now she was sure the Barringers meant her to die this way, die at the end of a donkey's stiff,.hot cock.
"Hey...."
Cindy twisted violently to the left, then cried out once more as the boxes slid out from one another. She screamed, feeling herself pitching forward and down. That awful donkey's cock slipped from her cunt. She breathed a sigh of relief as she felt her pussylips shrink back together, closing her snatch from that vile attack.
"UHHHGHHH!" Cindy groaned, feeling something hot and wet spattering her shoulder blades and upper back. The young blonde knew what it was. Pete may not have fired his jizz down into her pussy. But she'd excited him enough with that slight penetration and all her wriggling and screaming to make him shoot off onto her body.
"Whew, baby, you're all covered with the stuff," Brad said, leading Pete to the rear of the shed and examining the white streaks of cum on her butt and back.
"Bring 'er inside the house-but wash her off first. Man, I ain't gonna get no fuckin' donkey cum all over my place," Jack said as he opened the door and stepped out into the growing winter storm.
Cindy sobbed at first, fighting back the tears and feeling that inner strength that had supported her through this ordeal return. No, no, they could do anything they wanted to her-mutilate her body as they had or force her to commit some unnatural act as this. Still she'd survive. She'd find the strength to fight back. And when she got the upper hand....
The girl struggled to her feet. Brad threw the now shredded, terribly stained bedsheet at her and pushed her from the shed with Jim behind them. They walked through the near-blinding wind, Cindy holding the ridiculous sheet tightly to her ravaged body as if it would somehow protect her from further outrage and pain. They stumbled back to the small cabin, moving around to the back where Brad again stripped the shivering girl, grabbing hold of a water bucket overflowing from the recent rain and snow storms and threw the icy water on her back and ass. Cindy screamed as if someone had knifed her in the back, lurching forward and banging into the rear wall of the cabin.
"Here, put this on and get inside," Brad said, throwing the sheet back to her. Cindy held only one end of it, the rest of the dirty white material fluttering in the wind like a torn banner. All her nerves seemed to be deadened by the icy wind and water. She felt Brad's hands directing her, pushing her first in one direction, then in another. Suddenly she found herself in the cabin.
"Clean?" Jack asked. He'd turned on a small gas jet heater near the door as Cindy stumbled in.
"Yeah, squeaky clean!" Brad said, laughing as the young girl nearly collapsed on the dirty wooden floor. She could slowly feel the heat from the small heater and squatted down in front of it. The blue flame danced merrily in the small iron heater, giving off enough heat to warm the young teen's shivering body.
"Now, what do we do with her?" Jack asked as the three Barringers moved off to the far corner and talked softly. Cindy pretended to be preoccupied with the fire. But she could hear nearly every word they said.
"You still got the pictures, right?" Jack asked Jim. The middle Barringer patted his shirt pocket.
"We'll lay low for tonight. Then we move fast. They know we've got the old man's daughter so they ain't gonna rush in and take us. Come on, let's get the guns just in case."
Cindy kept her face turned to the heater, looking out the corner of one eye to see what was happening. The brothers pulled out several semiautomatic small arms weapons, checking them for ammunition and wear. She pretended to be half in a coma, not watching them as they talked about their plans of going into town later the next day when the storm calmed down.
Cindy even lay quietly on the floor as Jack gathered blankets around her head and ass, spread her apart and fucked her while Brad and Jim watched and jerked off. They kept saying how much looser and yet still good and tight the girl was after the donkey had reamed her out. Cindy felt her pussy getting close to the boiling stage several times. When Brad stepped into his younger brother's place and fucked her, shooting his jizz in on top of Jack's, Cindy clenched her thigh muscles and milked his prick, tilting her pussymound up in order to rub her clit against the hot top of his dick. They fucked her time and time again that night, taking breaks in between the wild screwing session and talking about their future plans.
Cindy endured, waiting for the moment she could strike back. They were getting careless about her, not watching her as closely as they had. That coma bit she was playing was lulling them into a false sense of security. When Jim made her blow him, no one even bothered to tell her not to bite. Of course Cindy had no intention of biting, especially when Brad was playing with her pussy, digging his fingers into her musky twat while Jim had crawled between her splayed thighs and fixed his mouth to her snatch, combining his oral caresses with his brother's digital ones.
All through the night the storm howled. At times Cindy thought the cabin would blow off the mountain side. Yet it held, and by six the following morning the wind died suddenly.
As Jim and Jack dozed, Cindy blinked open her eyes and saw the soft rosy glow of dawn through the window. Yes, her father and the police would resume their search for her soon. They'd be somewhere near-by, looking for this place. Chances were they'd never find it unless she could draw them to it. But how?
The girl pulled herself up from the makeshift bed of blankets and looked at the Barringers. Jack and Jim were curled up like cats in the far corner, their hands tucked under their chins. Brad dozed at the center table, the gun loosely held in his right hand. Like a cat, Cindy slid off the covers, shivering in the still cold air as she crawled behind the big man on all fours. Her tits hung down to the floor, the tips nearly scraping the dirty wood as she crawled up to Jim. Those photos! She could see the tops peeking above his shirt pocket. He was snoring, rasping occasionally and twisting around for a better position. Gingerly she reached forward, closed her thumb and index finger on the photos and pulled them from his pocket without waking him.
The gas jet! Moving quickly back to the stove while keeping an eye on the Barringers, the young girl opened the small iron door, twisting the knob at the bottom of the stove and turned the flame up. She glanced at those Polaroids for the last time, mute testimony to her depravity. With a shudder, Cindy tossed them into the stove, watching the pictures brown, curl up and finally incinerate.
"Oh!" the burning photos were giving off a thick, acrid smoke. Soon the brothers would smell it and wake up! She had to do something fast or they'd kill her for sure. She'd just burned up their insurance and hers! Already Brad was stirring, his breathing and snoring turning into coughing as the smoke started filling the room.
Backing away, Cindy kicked the top of the stove as hard as she could with the balls of her feet. It fell with a loud crash to the floor, the gas jet suddenly becoming long and thick like the flame of a flame thrower.
"What the fuck?" yelled Brad.
The Barringers woke up with a start as their cabin became engulfed in flames. Cindy ran to the door, her hands behind her as she saw the wooden walls being eaten quickly by fire. Brad and Jim had taken a stool and smashed the one window. Thank God the wall of flame separated her from the Barringers. While they were busy trying to save themselves, Cindy unlocked the door, running outside into the light.
"Oh God!" she cried, stumbling forward, her arms flailing in front of her. She ran like a wild animal, her eyes wide with relief and hope. Behind her she could hear the Barringers still shouting. If only she could stay away from them for a few more minutes. They'd never find her. The flames, the smoke, surely that would alert searchers!
"She inside still?" Cindy heard them shouting as she ran into a clump of bushes. Feeling her heart pounding like mad, the girl crouched down, peering through the branches and watching the brothers around the clearing, looking for water to put out the flames. As Cindy had hoped, a tower of smoke and flame shot up to the morning sky. If only, if only....
Some fifteen minutes later when the Barringers had nearly put out the flames, Cindy heard sounds of a helicopter It had to be ... it had to be her father and the police. She waited until they were nearly overhead before jumping from the bushes and waving furiously with one hand, shouting like a crazy girl while holding the torn bedsheet to her body.
"HERE! HERE!"
"Get her!" Jack shouted.
"Man, it's over. Let's get the fuck outta here," Brad said, restraining his younger brother and pushing him back as the police chopper hovered over the young girl.
Cindy waved and shouted, not caring about the wind generated by the whirling rotors overhead. She was saved, saved by her own wits and strong will. Stepping away from the clearing to let the craft land, the young teen collapsed exhausted into a heap, sobbing with relief. And as the police gathered her up, wrapped her in a warm blanket and pushed her aboard the chopper, Cindy thought of the Barringers, the destroyed photos, her nights and days of endurance. She'd seen them running over the hill, disappearing into the mountains they knew so well. They were gone now. But she'd never forget what they'd done to her, what they made her see in herself. No, she'd get her revenge somehow. Somehow she'd get back at them for making her see the truth, the horrible truth about herself!
Looking down at the small cabin, Cindy gathered the blankets more tightly around her throat, trying to think of her father and friends who waited for her. And yet still, in spite of her resolve and rescue, Cindy could feel her pussy clenching, releasing, clenching, releasing. What had those Barringers done to her?
