It is hard to conceive in this day and age, and especially in our Western society, that individual human beings could be treated like mere chattel and worse.
Unfortunately, however, there are examples to be found all around us. Migrant workers have long labored for a pittance, and are beaten or thrown out of their jobs if they protest their meager wages. Sharecroppers are forced to turn over as much as half of their produce to land barons to pay off an ever-increasing debt whose termination they may never see.
And then there is Tern Malloy, the young runaway girl in this story who is forced to enter the degrading, shadowy world of a crazed rural sheriff's sexual fantasies. She and a companion, having to accept the favors of men they despise, sink into a pit of shame and humiliation with little hope of escape.
TORTURED TEENAGER-a novel of warped men and the girls they use to satisfy their sinful cravings. An insight into one of the corruptive aspects of today's society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
"No, Daddy!" the girl screamed, terror filling her voice. "No, no-please! Please don't try to stick that great big cock up my asshole!"
The big blond-headed man smiled wider, leering down at the nude, prostrate form of his virgin daughter.
"You'll like it," he said. He lay a sweaty-palmed hand on a cool, white asscheek "It'll feel real good, Terri baby."
While one hand kneaded the resilient mound of ass flesh, the other hand pumped furiously up and down on his cock. The cock was eight inches long and an inch thick, dark brown and pulsing. The innocent, naked girl could almost sense the heat emanating from the giant prick.
The big man stuck a thumb into his daughter's pussy. He stirred it around and around the pink slit until the juices of lust began to flow in the girl's pussy despite her screams and resistance. Then he bent his massive cock down and stuck it into her pussy.
"Oh! Aah!" she cried. "Big-your cock is too big for me!"
With wet plunging noises her father fucked his huge prick in and out of her. Then he pulled it out again. Its magnificent length gleamed with a slick coating of cunt oils. He put both his hands on her upturned asscheeks and spread them.
"Now," he said, probing at her tightly-clenched asshole with a spade-like thumb, "let's see how you like this-"
As the head of his cock touched the opening of her asshole, the girl with the white-blond hair screamed. Then she sat up in bed. Her long lovely hair was plastered to her forehead. Her bountiful young tits heaved up and down inside the scanty pink nightie. Her whole body felt sticky and moist.
It had been a dream. It was a hot night. That was probably what had caused the nightmare.
Or was it something else? Those looks her father had been giving her recently-could they have had something to do with it? Her virginal pussy felt strange. She put her hand up inside her filmy nightgown and touched herself there. Her fingers came away damp and smelling of cunt juice.
She lay back in the bed. She wondered if she could stand the strain any longer. Caring for her three younger brothers and sisters was a hard enough burden for any sixteen year old. But that wasn't the only burden she had had to bear since her mother had died eight months before.
She was also the only mature female in the house.
It could all be imagination, she told herself. She had been fulfilling the role of mother for the house for these last eight months. Perhaps it was just some kind of incestuous fantasy that made her imagine her dad was casting furtive, longing looks her way.
It wasn't as if her father had been a monk. She thought back to the scene she had witnessed two days before, and speculated whether the scene she had witnessed two days earlier could have had something to do with the unsettling, awful dream she'd just had.
For the last couple of months they'd had a girl come once a week to help with the housecleaning. Terri's father was a well-to-do liquor distributor and his brother was a state senator from a district in the southern half of the state. Terri's uncle had made some sort of arrangements and brought up a girl from Mexico for the job. Terri didn't entirely understand the set-up, but she had a feeling it was not altogether legal.
The cleaning girl was a five-foot-six brunette with the biggest tits Terri had ever seen in her life. However, Elena seemed to be a sweet girl, a pious Catholic raised in a convent school south of the border, who spoke very good English. She was studying at the local university to become a nurse, and worked for Terri's uncle when she wasn't doing the cleaning at their house. Terri didn't really know what the Mexican girl did for her uncle.
School was out for the summer. For Terri that was something less than a relief, for that meant she had to cope with her younger siblings full time. On the day in question she had taken the whole brood down to the swimming pool for the afternoon. To her relief, the mother of one of their little friends had offered to take Buddy and Billy and Janey to a show with her own children, giving Tern the afternoon off.
Gratefully, she had returned home, looking forward to a couple of hours' rest before she had to fix dinner for her father. She could get out of her cutoff jeans and print halter top that barely restrained her tits. In this weather, even that small amount of clothing seemed like too much. On such hot days, Terri liked to take showers and then just lounge around the house, naked, feeling the water evaporate coolingly from her bare, golden skin.
She tripped up the steps and let herself in with the keys. Then she heard noises coming from the back of the house. Stupid, she said to herself. You forgot. This is Elena's day to clean.
It sounded as if the Mexican girl was cleaning the kitchen. Terri decided to ask if she'd finished cleaning the upstairs yet. If she had, maybe Terri could still lie around in the raw for a while. Sometimes nice breezes came in the windows of her room.
She was almost to the door of the kitchen before she realized Elena wasn't alone in the room.
Some instinct made Tern stop short of the doorway. She leaned forward slightly and listened. Someone was talking.
"C'mon, baby," the voice was saying. "Just suck on it a little bit. It won't hurt you!"
Tern stiffened in surprise and alarm. It was her father's voice.
"But Mr. Malloy-please, no! Do not make me do this!" Elena's voice held a pleading note and was shrill, as if she were on the verge of panicking.
Curious, Terri peeked around the doorjamb. She barely caught herself in time to keep from gasping at what she saw.
Her father was sitting in a chair in the middle of the floor. His pants were down around his ankles, revealing the big, thick, stiff cock sticking unwaveringly from his crotch. Elena, wearing jeans and a tee shirt, was on her knees beside him. He was holding her by the back of the neck.
Terri blinked her eyes as if to clear them. But this was no hallucination. Her father was pushing Elena's face down toward his huge cock!
"Go ahead," he said silkily. "Hell, it doesn't taste bad. Pretend it's candy!" He pushed hard on the back of the black-haired girl's neck. At the last instant she averted her face. The rampant cock poked into her cheek.
Grabbing Elena by the hair, Randall Malloy twisted the cleaning girl's head up and back. "Listen, bitch, I told you to suck on my prick," he said, his face twisted with rage.
"But Mr. Malloy, please! I am a good Catholic! This thing you ask me to do, it is not-"
"Don't give me that shit, you greaser slut!" the man snarled. "Don't think I don't know what old George pays you for. Confidential secretary, indeed-shit, you're his live-in pussy! What's the matter, don't you give him blow jobs?"
The girl shook her head frantically, wincing at the pain of her pulled hair. Terri's father grabbed Elena's face, pressing with his thumb and fingers at either side of her mouth.
"Look here," he told her, "you are going to put your pretty little head down and suck on my prick real good, and that's all there is to it. And from now on you're going to do everything I tell you, when I tell you-or we're going to have a little talk with the immigration authorities!"
Elena's dark eyes seemed to have a pleading expression, but the man held no mercy. Under the relentless pressure of his fingers, her full-lipped mouth opened. Elena gave a small, helpless shrug and lowered her head towards the tense, upright bar of Mr. Malloy's cock.
The large blond man shuddered with delight when the Mexican girl's moist lips touched the inflated head of his cock. Elena flinched away from the contact as if the bright red tip of Mr. Malloy's prick were hot. Irresistibly, the man forced her head down.
A wet ring of flesh encircled the head of the man's cock. The wedge-shaped prickhead swelled noticeably, spreading the unwilling girl's lips farther apart as it went between them. Then it was in her mouth, bulging out her cheeks. Tears swam in her dark eyes.
In the doorway, unseen by either the cleaning girl or her father, Terri Malloy stood forcing the knuckles of a small hand into her mouth to restrain a gasp of horror and disbelief. This could not be happening! Her father was a good man, a decent man, a loving and responsible father. He was certainly not a rapist.
But then why was he sitting half-naked in the kitchen, forcing a squirming, struggling Mexican beauty to take his raging cock into her mouth!
Elena made soft noises of fear around the intruding plug of cock. Mr. Malloy put his head back and groaned with pleasure. "Now, that's the way to suck cock, baby," he purred. "Just swirl your little tongue around and around. God damn, that feels good!"
He quit pressing down on the back of Elena's neck. He left his hand cradling the back of her raven-haired head. For an instant she stiffened, as if to try to escape. Then her shoulders slumped with resignation and she settled in to sucking Randall Malloy's big prick.
Slurping and sucking sounds issued loudly from her full-lipped mouth. Terri could see her cheeks hollow and then fill again as she sucked hard on the large prick stuck in her unwilling face. Despite her protests, the girl could see that Elena seemed to know what she was doing. At least, from the look of sheer unbridled ecstasy on her father's face, Tern assumed that she did.
An unfamiliar, unsettling feeling had come over the buxom, innocent teenager. A tingling had begun in the depths of her blond-furred cunt. An odd kind of crawling, squirmy sensation that made the girl want to rip open her shorts and panties and plunge all the fingers of her hand into her steaming slit.
Could it be lust that she was feeling? Could it be that she was getting turned on by the sight of her father orally raping the lovely Mexcian girl?
The idea frightened and repulsed Tern. To lust after her own father was incestuous, and she had been told about incest. It was a nasty sin. If you had children from an incestuous relationship, they were apt to be born deformed. She had never actually seen any children who had been that way, but her Sunday school classes had stressed that any kind of unusual sexual practices were terrible sins, and that God would certainly punish those who engaged in them. And of course there had been the talk on the school grounds, and the subtle references in biology class.
On her knees, Elena moaned. Mr. Malloy's massive prick seemed to be getting larger and larger as her tongue played with it. The girl's tongue was like a living flame, slithering up and down the blood-engorged length of prick, then curling around it, wrapping it in the liquid ecstasy of her saliva. "Ohhhh, yeah," Mr. Malloy murmured to the ceiling. "Just keep tonguing away at my pecker sweetheart. Just keep lapping it till it sprays off in that lovely mouth of yours. Do you like to drink hot come, baby?"
At this question Elena made a frightened noise and tried to lift her head. Instantly Mr. Malloy's large hand clamped on the back of her neck again. "No, darlin', you're not going anywhere," he told her. "What you're going to do is swallow a couple more inches of my horny old prick!"
The girl groaned and squealed, the sounds muffled by the thick bar of prick that Mr. Malloy was driving her face down onto. Her hands clutched at her employer's thighs and her body moved as she fought, futilely, to escape.
The invading cock was a fat, hefty chunk of meat. As it went in it forced the girl's jaws farther and farther apart, till it seemed to Tern she could hear their hinges creaking with the strain.
With the man's heartbeat accelerated by raging lust and pounding in its veins, the cock shoved its way past the back of the Mexican lovely's mouth and down her throat. The girl squawked around it. Malloy only chuckled nastily and put his other hand on the back of her neck.
"Hey, you're swallowing my cock real good, baby," he said. "You can take it all in, just like Linda Lovelace. O000h-ah! Just keep on taking in my prick, you hot Mexican slut!"
To Terri it didn't seem that the helpless victim was taking in her father's outsized cock as having it thrust into her face. Her eyes were rolling in terror now, and her jeans clad, ample hips thrashed around the floor. Mr. Malloy seemed to be relishing her fear, her resistance, her frenzied struggles.
In and in slid the mammoth cock. Like a lance of rank male prick it rammed deep into Elena's throat. The girl felt her stomach churning with nausea, and she gagged.
The muscles of Elena's throat clamped around Malloy's cock. They caught right behind the flared hood of his prick head, at the most sensitive spot on the nerve-rich, erect cock. Malloy yelled and pushed her head down onto his cock with brutal force.
That made Elena gag even harder.'The action of her throat muscles trying to repel the unwanted length of his giant cock acted just like a cunt gripped by a furious climax. It milked the huge pole of prick with a wild erotic action.
"That's it, baby! Make me come!" roared Terri's father. "Make my prick shoot off in your mouth!"
The muscles of Elena's jaws ached horribly. The tears poured freely from her eyes. Then the enormous cock that had been driven almost to the hilt in her lovely face exploded into life.
Instantly her mouth was full of acrid, salty-sweet tang. Thick gooey stuff coated her tongue. "God fucking damn," yelled her tormen�tor. "I'm coming!"
Another pulse of the buried prick and Elena's mouth and throat were filled with the thick, pungent come. A third and the stuff ran out her nose. She began to cough and choke around the pillar-like cock.
Randall Malloy's face was twisted and purpled with an almost unholy joy. Terri watched in total horror at the way he fucked his prick in and out of the girl's mouth, seeming to get off all the more fiercely from the way she choked and gagged and coughed and tried to free herself from the high velocity stream of come jetting from the tip of his prick. His cock was sheened all over with her spit and streaked with sticky strands of come. Hot jism leaked from the Mexican girl's nostrils and ran down her chin from her ruby lips.
At last the seemingly endless supply of jizz stored in Malloy's hairy ball sac was exhausted. But his lust was not! He just kept fucking his mighty prick in and out of his victim's mouth with a regular motion, shoving it in as far as he could and then drawing it out till just the flared cock head was plugged into her mouth.
A look of relief had crept into Elena's dark eyes after Malloy's beefy cock had quit spewing jism into her face. Now it died as the prick continued to fuck in and out of her face. The man's cock was fully hard.
It was as if he had not just come, pumping what had seemed to be gallons of his foul cum into the girl's mouth.
At last Malloy pushed her face away from his thrusting prick. But there was to be no escape for the violated beauty yet. He reached down and tore the tee-shirt from her shoulders.
Elena's huge tits heaved up and down as she sucked great gasps of air into her tortured lungs. The lacy white bra, stark as polished bone against the dark voluptuousness of her satin-skinned boobs, threatened to burst at any instant and free the cherry-tipped melons of titflesh.
Malloy's eyes devoured her jugs. "That's it," he growled. "That's what I want. Those tits!"
The girl reeled back, hugging her arms protectively over her almost-naked jugs. Malloy reached forward and ripped the bra straps from her shoulders. "That is what I'm going to do. I'm going to fuck those tits!"
The girl tried to get to her feet. Malloy grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to him while his other hand yanked the frilly cloth cups from her jugs with a sound of tearing cloth.
Terri could not help gasping at the sight of Elena's tits. They were magnificent. Tern's own tits were huge for a girl her age, though they were incredibly firm and high and lush. But Elena's were still larger, big and bouncy, and in the center of each was a fat hard nipple the size of the watching girl's thumb! Fortunately Terri's father and the Mexican girl were too preoccupied to take any notice of the small sound she had made.
Grasping Elena by the shoulders, Malloy dragged her in front of him. He hoisted her up and plumped her down so her ample jugs fell with a plop in his lap. One was on either side of his stiff prick.
"Now, fuck me with your tits!" Malloy commanded.
Elena turned a tear-streaked face up toward him. "I can't," she said. "I can't!"
"I'll show you how, hot stuff!" Before the girl could move, the man had grabbed her tits. He squeezed the massive mounds together around the base of his cock. Elena moaned as the heat of his prick seared her tits.
Still squashing Elena's tits together, Malloy began to roll them up and down. At the same time he moved his hips, fucking his cock in and out of the dark, dry channel the boobs formed.
A change seemed to come over the Mexican girl. The haunted look of fear left her shining eyes. Her lids drooped heavily, and her mouth opened. A thin line of leftover jizz drooled from the corner of her mouth.
Peeping around the corner of the doorframe, Terri Malloy could now only see the girl's ripe left tit. And at the end of that jug, the nipple was swelling before Terri's startled green eyes.
"Oh, no," moaned Elena. Malloy kneaded her tits like bread dough, forming and molding and crushing them. All the while he fucked them with a rapidly increasing vigor.
"You've got great tits," he groaned. "My god, you've got incredible tits. With my hands I can make them do anything-fuck my cock or suck it like a pillowy mouth. Ah, wow!"
Elena's small fists uncurled. Her hands went to her tits. She began to massage the spongy flesh. Malloy opened his eyes in surprise.
"You're starting to like it, huh?"
Elena's only response was an animalistic growl of naked desire. Malloy dropped his hands from the huge tits. He put his hands on the seat of the chair to give him additional leverage as he fucked the now-willing girl's boobs.
Tern shook her head in amazement. Elena had been degraded-raped! Her father had forced her to suck on his hard cock until it filled her mouth with his jism. Then he tore the clothing from her and began plunging his prick between her naked boobs. And she was loving it! With her hands she was feverishly working the ripe resilient titflesh now, fucking Terri's father with avid expertise, and seeming to enjoy the act as much as the man!
How could a girl take such pleasure from being abused?
Tern didn't understand.
Nor did she understand the feeling overcoming her. A weak and trembly sensation all over her well-developed adolescent body, a small insistent itch in the unplowed tunnel of her pussy. A patch of dampness growing between her golden tan thighs.
Like a heated iron bar, Randall Malloy's cock pistoned between Elena's balloon like tits. Her nipples rolled like steel marbles against his belly. Her head tossed from side to side as fever possessed her. The hard-driving cock was thrilling her beyond belief.
"What a man!" Elena exclaimed.
Malloy's fingers clamped like talons on her shoulders. "Get ready for it, darling," he gritted. "You're about . . . to . . . make . . . me come!"
Elena shuddered in delight. She wrapped her hands around her jugs and squeezed them for all she was worth.
Malloy's cock gave a throb his daughter could see from the doorway. Its scarlet head seemed to glow of its own internal heat.
Jet black hair whipped through the air as Elena's head darted forward and down. Her mouth opened to encircle the pulsating head of Mr. Malloy's cock, and again her cheeks went concave as she sucked with all her might on the primed and ready prick. Malloy grunted and came.
Elena licked and sucked noisily at the blasting cockhead. She ran her lips all over it, and with a twinge of disgust Terri saw her father's come actually spurt out, over the Mexican girl's tongue. Elena licked the bubbling whiteness up, rubbing the fountaining prick over her lips, letting Malloy's come shoot all over her face. Then she took the cock in her mouth again, chewing on it, while cum jetted clear to the back of her mouth. Her hands never quit fucking her enormous tits around his pumping bar of cock!
From the way Elena's well-padded ass rolled around on the floor, Terri Malloy could somehow tell she was coming too.
At last both of them spent their lust. Elena threw her head back and drank down the jism that filled her mouth. Terri's father's cock gave a few tardy pulses. Droplets of jizz spattered over Elena's heaving boobs. The cum was startlingly white against her dark tit skin.
Shakily, Terri turned away from the door. Her last sight of the bizarre, sexy scene in the kitchen was of the raven-haired Mexican skinning off her jeans and panties and dropping greedily to her knees, spreading the lips of her slavering twat with long-nailed fingertips in open, wanton invitation. Malloy's cock had been, miraculously, still hard as he had dropped to his knees behind her.
How could she? She had been ravished and humiliated-now Elena was begging for more!
As Terri staggered toward the 'stairway and up the steps to her room, she kept asking herself that question-how could Elena do it?
There was so much the tender-limbed adolescent could not understand.
And the crotch of her own panties and her white hot-pants shorts were soaking in the juices of her untried pussy.
CHAPTER TWO
Reliving that torrid scene over again in her imagination. Terri felt the same exhilarating feelings come over her.
The way Elena had wrapped her lips around the tip of her father's prick, that second time, came back to haunt Tern. There had been no reluctance. It had seemed that at that moment the black-haired Mexican beauty with the huge tits-wrapped around the pounding prick that jutted from Malloy's crotch-desired nothing more than to swallow gallon upon gallon of his jizz.
The idea of drinking a man's cum repulsed Terri. The fact that she had actually seen a man coming-watched the jizz fountain from the pinprick hole at the tip of his cock-disturbed her. The fact that it was her very own father, and that Terri had watched his cum cover a girl's avidly questing tongue, spray all over her face and her cock-craving tits, made the young blonde feel somehow unclean.
But now the itching in her cunt was stronger than ever. It made her butt squirm around on the sheets. She needed something to scratch that itch, like she had never needed anything before.
Hesitantly, Terri touched her fingers to her pussy lips. They felt moist and slippery. The toast-colored fur surrounding the pink mouth of her cunt was matted. Terri lifted her fingers to her nose and sniffed. Her pert nose wrinkled daintily.
Her fingers smelled of pussy. It was a thick, cloying smell. It caught at the back of her throat and made her choke.
Her father's inflated cock . . . Elena's mouth, sucking and swallowing. .. her pillowy tits, wallowing around the fat pole of prick-Terri put her fingers to her crotch and touched herself again.
It felt nice. The fragile flaps of her inner cunt lips seemed to thrill at her own touch. She ran a fingertip along the slash.
The breath hissed in over her teeth and she arched her back in sudden pleasure. "Wow!" she breathed. She did it again.
It felt just as good a second time.
For a while Terri lay and stroked the lips of her pussy. It felt better than anything she'd ever felt before. But then after a time something occurred to the girl.
The petting of her slash wasn't making that strange crawling itch go away. Rather, it was making it grow stronger!
It was deep, deep down inside her pussy. What could she do about it? She remembered the wild urge she'd had while watching her father rape Elena. The impulse she had experienced to tear off her shorts and panties and stuff her cunt full of fingers. Timidly, she put a fingertip to her pussy lips and teased them apart.
The entire lower half of Tern's body seemed to acquire a life of its own. Hot delight washed over her. Then the finger dipped into her pussy and she went wild.
A demon possessed Terri. Her hips started bucking madly. She stuck her finger into her cunt as hard as she could, crying out at the fantastic sensation it made going into her cunt. She pulled it out and stuck it in. Yes, that was it!
Tern writhed around on the bed and got two more slender fingers in past the membrane of her cherry. They fucked her just like her father's cock had fucked first Elena's unwilling mouth, then her huge boobs. Furiously they pumped in and out, filling the young girl's body with delicious sensations the like of which she had never known before.
Then it seemed that a huge hand closed around the whole length of Terri's pussy channel and clamped down hard. Her fingers were trapped inside her cunt, held there as if in a vise grip. Then the death grip relaxed, only to return with still more intensity.
Tern's ass came off the bed. She ground her hips around and around, trying to screw her spasming cunt down harder on her stiffened fingers. Her cunt gripped and relaxed, gripped and relaxed, as she finger-fucked herself with wild abandon.
Then beautiful ecstasy rushed at her brain and overpowered her. Delight short circuited her nerves. She was coming, climaxing in joy for the first time in her brief life.
Unable to control herself, she screamed. Her voice seemed to come from far away.
Eventually the demon of lust released her. Her body relaxed. Her butt dropped back onto the bed. Her fingers slipped from her pussy. They were soaked with cunt juice.
A warm feeling washed over Tern. It was as if she were a whole, complete woman for the first time she could remember.
It was wonderful.
A flicker of movement caught Terri's eye.
Instantly her afterglow evaporated. As always, the door of her bedroom was open a crack, to let the cool breezes of evening waft through during the night.
Someone had been spying on her.
Anger welled up inside Terri. Her little brothers and sister had been a real pain the last few days. If one had just stood outside her door, peeking at her, while she masturbated herself to her very first orgasm, she was going to be madder than hell.
The door opened. Terri's eyes widened and she hurriedly pulled up the sheets to cover herself.
"Daddy!" she gasped.
It was her father standing there in his pajamas. He was big and pale in the moonlight, and he had a peculiar gleam in his eye. He stepped into the room.
Then Tern noticed the bulge in his crotch. "Daddy!" she cried again. "What-"
But she knew. And her heart sank.
Then he was beside her on the bed, running his rough hands all over her tender young body. She shivered.
"Cold, sweetheart?" he asked gruffly. "Well, I'll be glad to warm my little baby girl right up!"
With that he tore the nightgown from his daughter's shoulders. "No, don't!" she screamed. He pulled the sheets away from her body.
The filmy nightgown was still hiked up around her swelling hips. Her bush was a golden tangle in the light of the full moon. Every strand of pussy hair was like fine, spun gold. "Oh, how pretty," Mr. Malloy said softly. He stroked the girl's cunt mound with his fingertips. In spite of herself, Tern felt a shudder of delight go through her body. "What a pretty pussy you've got. You've been holding out on your father, haven't you?"
"H-holding out?" Terri asked in a tiny voice. "I don't-ahh ! -understand. Ooooooooh!"
Grinning, her father rotated his thumb around inside the little vee of pussy skin at the top of Terri's virginal gash. "That is called your clitoris, baby," he told her. "Didn't they tell you about it in sex education class? It makes a woman feel good when you touch it. Doesn't it feel good?"
"Y-yes."
Malloy smiled wider. "There. See? Father knows best, dear." His thumb kept up its circular motion. Terri felt her heart start to beat faster. The tickling was back in her pussy. It was stronger than ever.
"Yes. All these months since your mother died, I've been watching you. You're really a lovely young woman, darling." He licked his thick lips. "But I've never known what a horny little cunt you are!"
Terri gasped. She opened her mouth to protest.
"No, no, don't lie to your father," he told her, holding up a hand. "I know. I heard you calling out in your sleep. `Not in the ass-don't stick your big cock up my ass, Daddy.' You were dreaming about me, weren't you?"
His daughter turned her face away. She was blushing so fiercely she felt sure her cheeks must be glowing in the darkness. Her father smirked knowingly. "Then I carne to the door of your room. I do that often, did you know. I stand there and look at you, lying there, lovely and innocent. And when it's really hot, and you take off your nightgown and lie on top of the covers, with your naked body gleaming in the moonlight ... " His voice trailed off.
He closed a hand over his crotch and began to massage the bulge of his prick. "I watched you. I watched you pull up your nightie and play with yourself. I watched you caress the outside of your cunt, then get real turned on, stick your fingers in your own pussy and fuck yourself till you came. You got your own pussy oils all over your little fingers, didn't you?" His hand shot out and grabbed her by the wrist. He pulled her hand to his nose and sniffed. Then he licked her sticky fingers.
"Ummm. Yes. You did. I smell young cunt. Taste it too. It's good." He dug his thumb brutally against the sensitive node of her clit. She bit her lip and moaned.
It hurt. But it also felt incredibly, unbelievably good.
What was happening to her?
"What were you thinking about?" her father asked suddenly. "When you were jacking off-were you thinking about the other day, when you watched me and Elena?" He laughed at her expression of total astonishment.
"Oh yes, I knew you were there. I knew you were watching. I could almost smell the sweet sauces beginning to leak in your tender little pussy. I made Elena do me right. I made her suck my cock, fuck me with her tits and suck me again. I took her and used her and made her like it. And you know what?"
Terrified, Terri shook her blonde head.
"I pretended it was you. Pretended it was my own daughter I was degrading and raping like that. It's been eight months since I've had a woman, and all that time I've been watching you prance around in your skimpy skirts, your tight sweaters. And when summer came, and you started to wear those flimsy halter tops with your lovely young tits about to fall out at any second, I could barely stand it!"
He put his hands on his daughter's hips and spread her pussy wide with his stubby thumbs. A blast of hot odor from Terri's cunt hit him full in the face. "Beautiful," he murmured, shaking his head. "Yes, I gave Elena quite a fucking. In the mouth, between those fantastic boobs, up the ass, then I made her lick my cock clean and came off again in her mouth. Up the cunt twice-six times in an hour. It was incredible." He smiled in remembrance.
"But all the time, the girl I really wanted to fuck was you-my own daughter." With that he stuck a finger to the knuckle in Terri's brimming cunt and she screamed.
"Oh, you're still cherry, huh?" he asked. She nodded. A tear ran down her downy cheek. It had been painful to have her father's finger stab cruelly against her cherry.
Malloy stood up and pulled off his pants. His cock sprang free and stood erect at his crotch. He ran his hand lovingly over its vein-wrapped surface. "I don't want to take your cherry, baby. I don't want blood all over my lovely cock." He leaned over and rolled the girl onto her stomach. Then he climbed up on the bed again, positioning himself between her spread thighs.
"Instead," he went on, "I'm going to fuck you up the ass just like you dreamed it. Isn't that nice, baby doll?"
Tern screamed and tried to roll over. A heavy hand in the small of her back trapped her. Then she felt her father putting his hands under her hips, lifting her butt into the air. He slid a pillow under her flat belly, propping her with her butt up.
In this position, with her thighs spread, Terri was completely vulnerable to the anal assault her father intended. She cried out again in terror as she felt the mammoth prick prod at the skin separating her asshole from her still brimming cunt. "Hey, take it easy," her father murmured. "I'm just gonna make your little old dreams come true!"
Bending his hard cock down with one hand, he expertly fucked the upper side of it along the dripping lips of the girl's cunt. In spite of her fear she moaned at the pleasure that went coursing through her near-naked body. When the top half of his cock was well coated with shiny, slippery pussy sauce, he pulled away and then reversed the procedure, running the bottom half of his prick over her oozing, fragrant slit.
"O000h, that feels so good, Daddy!" Terri cried desperately. "Do that some more! Fuck me up the pussy-but leave my poor little bottom alone!"
Randall Malloy laughed coarsely. "Listen to her-my own daughter begging me to fuck her up her little virgin twat! Well, I won't. I told you, I don't want to get my cock all bloody." He took his giant prick in his hand and inspected it. It was well lubricated with the slick greases of his daughter's pussy.
Tern felt two sweaty palms close over her asscheeks. The strong fingers curled around the girl's butt, digging into a firm grip. Then two thick, spadelike thumbs pressed down to either side of Terri's tightly-closed butthole. Irresistibly, they began to pull it open.
"No!" Terri howled.
"Please -NOOOOOOOOO!"
Her father bent over so that the tip of his cock was placed right in the opening made by his powerful thumbs. For a moment he stayed poised there on his knees, between his daughter's soft sweet thighs, his hands pinning her to the bed with his considerable weight. Then he lunged.
"Aiiiieeee!" shrieked his lovely blonde daughter.
With a single thrust, Malloy's cockhead disappeared into the girl's butt. The muscles of her ass channel, shut with all the might of her trim young body, stopped him then. "Go ahead, try to fight me, baby," he grunted. The muscles stood out on his neck as he strained to force more of his rampant cock into his daughter's asshole. "That just makes it feel-ughh!-better!"
With that he shoved his hips forward with all his might, while his hands pressed the girl's asscheeks far apart. The greased bar of cock slid without pause into the girl's asshole.
Every muscle in Terri's sweat-clad body contracted in agony. The pain was unbearable. Her father's invading cock felt like a thick, splintery log being shoved into her butt. She felt the blood pounding in his veins, felt the hot conelike head of his prick swelling with lust as it travelled up her rectum.
"Aiiieeee-ah!" she screamed again. "You're ripping me apart! Daddy, stop! You're hurting me!"
Her nails tore at the pillowcase as the force of her father fucking his huge cock into her unwilling asshole drove her face into the pillow. For a minute she thought she would suffocate.
She almost hoped she would.
Overlying the unspeakable agony of the seven inches of cock that her father had hammered up her ass, Tern felt a deep disgust. She hated her father, both for using and hurting her like this, and for destroying her world. The world she had grown up in.
But she hated herself, too. Had not her father's lust been inflamed by watching her play with herself? Had she not actually enjoyed it when her father caressed and played with her body, before she realized he intended to rape her up the ass?
She felt spoiled. Degraded. She was a fallen woman, no better than a whore. She deserved to die-to suffer.
The heels of the burly man's hand depressed Terri's buttocks. With the muscles knotting in his arms, he dragged his big cock from the girl's asshole. The unbelievable tightness of her anus threatened to crush his might cock. The vacuum created by the withdrawal of his huge cock from her tiny asshole maddened him.
If the pain of the cock entering Terri's ass had been horrible, the feeling it caused pulling out was a hundred times worse. Sensitive membranes rubbed raw by the intrusion of the fat shaft of cock were tortured by its slow withdrawal. The pulsating cock felt as if it were wrapped in sand paper.
"Gaaaahhh! God!" Terri groaned breathlessly. Her cheek was pressed into her pillows. The cool night air stung her lungs. Her throat was raw from screaming. "Oh! Jesus, it hurts!"
As though they had a life of their own, Tern's buttocks were twisting and turning, trying to escape the agony crammed between them. The churning motion brought perspiration to her father's forehead. "Sweet Jesus, that's nice," he maoned. "Keep struggling like that, darlin'. Ohh, what it does to your old man's cock! Mmmmmmm!"
After a pain-shot eternity, the cock was out of the girl's . ass. All except for the flaring head, throbbing like an open wound in the small ring of flesh between Terri's asscheeks. Terri felt her father's hot breath on her back as he hung over her, propped up on his arms.
For a time they stayed that way. Both were wrung out. They panted with exertion. "Don't do it any more, Daddy," Terri heard her voice say weakly. "Don't stick your cock in my ass again. It hurts too much-God, it hurts, Daddy! You'll kill me if you stick your cock in my ass any farther-I'll die!"
The girl's faint pleading stirred her father's lust. His cock pounded with new life. "Tough luck, sweetheart," he told his daughter. "I've waited too long for this to be robbed of it!"
He wrapped his hands around her narrow waist. Then with a growl he rammed his prick home in Terri's butt once more.
Then the fucking began in earnest. At every forward stroke Tern shrieked as the air was forced from her lungs. Each time the giant prick went in a little farther, too, so that at last Terri could feel her father's scratchy pubic hair against her rump, could feel his balls come flapping up to bounce against the gaping mouth of her untended pussy.
And each time Malloy fucked his big cock out of his adolescent daughter's butt, it seemed to the girl that her ass was filled with burning napalm.
She screamed and writhed and sobbed and pleaded, but to no avail. In fact, the more Terri fought and begged, the more her father's pleasure in butt-fucking her grew. Her contortions and wild motion filled the meaty tube of his prick with delightful sensation. Her cries for mercy made the blood pound ruthlessly at his temples.
"Just keep it up," he told her. "Keep trying to escape. Shit, it feels like I've fucked into a damned milking machine. Keep it up! I'm ... about . . . to . . . come!"
The buried cock expanded in Tern's ass. She yelped at the sharp stab of pain from the walls of her ass already stretched to the breaking point, being distended further.
Then she felt something spurt deep into her bowels. Instantly the liquid filled her cruelly-abraded ass channel like jellied fire. "You're coming, Daddy," she gasped. "I feel your cum spraying into my ass. It burns!"
"Damn right I'm-unnh!-coming!" her father exclaimed. "Look at that-it's dripping out your little asshole!"
Terri could feel the jism now, leaking out her butt around the pistoning rod of her father's cock. Some dripped coolly into her open cunt. How could it feel so cold on the exposed lips of her pussy, and so hot inside her ass?
The tempo of her father's fucking was slowing now. But the more gradual screwing was scarcely less painful than the frantic in and out pounding of a few seconds before. Rather than stabbing in and out of the girl's ass, Malloy's cock rasped over the raw nerve ends in the violated anal passage.
Each pulse of her father's prick, pumping seething sperm into her butt, was sheer agony. But at last the fury of the man's climax died down. Slowly, he pulled his deflating prick from his daughter's butthole a final time. It seemed to be tearing the lining from her ass channel as it went out. But at last the thick length of cock was out of Terri's tortured butt, and the fat head popped free with a noise she could actually hear. It gave a final throb, spitting a few drops of cum over the upturned mounds of the girl's ass. The rest of the mighty load of jism trickled in a slow stream from her distended asshole.
With a groan of sexual satisfaction, Tern's father threw himself full length on the bed beside her. Oblivious of the girl's heartbroken sobbing, he was asleep in a few seconds.
* * *
Terri didn't awaken until noon the next day, when her eight-year-old brother Billy, still in his blue pajamas, came in tearfully, saying he was hungry. The ruckus that Terri's father had caused raping her ass had disturbed and frightened the younger children.
The girl roused herself and listlessly cooked some eggs for her siblings. Ignoring their fearful, puzzled questions, she sent them out to play in the backyard.
Then she went in, threw herself on the couch in the living room, and cried herself into a slumber.
A hand on her shoulder roused Terri. "What is it, honey?" she asked drowsily, thinking one of the boys or little Janey was trying to awaken her.
When her eyes blinked into focus, the blonde teenager gasped. It was her father standing over her. There had been no sign of him when the girl had dressed to fix breakfast for the children. He must have slipped back into the house while his eldest daughter slept, dreaming of the way he had raped her poor little butt the night before.
Now the large blond man was dressed in a maroon bathrobe. "I got a surprise for you, baby doll," he told her, licking his lips. "Remember, I said I didn't want to take your cherry, because I didn't want blood all over my nice clean cock? Well, I've solved our problem. Look at this!"
He threw open his robe. Terri shrieked in terror.
Her father was naked beneath the robe. His long, hard cock waved in the air. But it wasn't the sight of his stiff prick that made his daughter cry out in horror. It was the thing that the cock was encased in.
It was a sheath of hard leather. It was studded all over with shiny bits of metal, making it look like some kind of medieval club. It was the most dreadful thing Terri had ever seen.
Her father reached for her. She rolled off the couch, landed on the carpet with a thud. "Why, baby, don't be afraid," her father crooned. "I only want to do right by you. You'll like me fucking you a lot better once I can shove my prick up your pussy. Just come here and let me take care of your cherry for you!"
He took a step forward. Tern rolled away from him. She tried to climb to her feet.
If he stuck that thing in her, she knew she would die. The pain would be a million times worse than his cock going up her ass. And it might tear her pussy to shreds. She could bleed to death!
Blonde hair flying, the girl staggered away from her father. She threw up a hand as if to ward him off. "Don't fight your father, honey," the big man said, coming closer. "I'm gonna fuck you anyway. It'll only make it harder."
He had a strange, wild glint in his eyes. This isn't possible, Terri thought. How could her father, her own father, be doing this?
He lunged at her. Tern threw herself backwards to avoid his clumsy swipe. Her feet tangled each other and she sat down hard, her jeans-clad rump on the marble flagging of the fireplace.
"I've got you now!" her father leered. He spread his arms wide. His cock wagged like the tail of an eager puppy dog. It looked like the cock of some bizarre alien animal, cased in its spiky leather sheath.
Desperately, Tern reached behind her, fingers groping for some kind of weapon. "Get away from me, Daddy," she said warningly. "I won't let you touch me again. Just get away!"
The man's grin spread wider over his loose lips. "Get ready to get fucked!" he exclaimed, and grabbed at her.
Terri's fingers closed around something cold and hard. Without thinking she clutched it and swung with all her might.
The black wrought-iron poker slammed into her father's skull with a ringing noise. He fell like a chopped tree. He landed on his back, his leather-covered cock sticking straight into the air like an antenna. His features were slack beneath a mask of blood.
Tern stood up, the bloody poker dropping from her nerveless fingers. "Daddy," she breathed. "Daddy! I've killed my Daddy!"
With a wail of anguish she turned and ran past the limp body, up the stairs to her room. She dug out her savings from beneath the mattress, then grabbed her toothbrush from the bathroom. Her father hadn't moved when she left the house.
CHAPTER THREE
"Traveling light?" the red-headed girl asked, easing her trim butt onto the stool next to Tern's. A blast of almost frigid air from the cooler made the diner practically uninhabitable, especially to one dressed as lightly as Terri. But the newcomer was no more heavily clad and seemed untroubled by the chill. Nervously, the buxom, blonde-haired Terri glanced around. A few truckers sat at the counter or in booths in the dingy little cafe. No one was paying any attention to them. "What do you want?" she asked.
The redhead seemed taken aback. "What do I want?" she said. "Well, I just wanted someone to talk to, but if you're going to be toucy-" She stood up as if to leave.
"Wait." Tern touched the girl's arm. She turned back and then sat down on the stool once again.
"I-I'm sorry," Terri said. "I didn't mean to be rude. My name is Terri. Tern Ma-Malone." She finished lamely. She had almost give her real name. And that wouldn't do at all. She was certain that she had killed her father. The police were probably looking for her at this very moment.
It wouldn't do, then, to give her real name to a complete stranger who just happened to sit next to her at the lunch counter.
To Terri's extreme discomfort, the slender girl with the curly red hair seemed to know she was lying. She smiled and said, "I'm Beth Martin. Pleased to meet you." Suddenly she grinned all over her face, her freckled nose wrinkling. "That's not my real name either," she confessed, "But it'll have to do, won't it?"
Terri stared at her for a long moment. Then she burst out laughing. She knew all at once she was going to like Beth Martin very much.
Tern's hamburger and fries arrived. Beth ordered the same thing. The two girls made small talk as they ate the greasy food, then got up and walked out into the full blast of the noonday sunlight.
In contrast to the cold, humid air of the cafe, outdoors it was furnace-hot and dry. In seconds the two were coated with sweat. "Where you headed to?" Beth asked.
Terri looked at her. She realized for the first time that she had no idea where she was going. After leaving her house the day before she had run as far and fast as she could. She had slept uncomfortably in a half-constructed supermarket, then risen with the dawn and hitched out of town She was headed south, and that was really all she knew.
"It may sound silly," she confessed, "but I really don't know."
She expected her new friend to laugh. Instead she nodded, looking serious. "I know how you feel," she said. "It was the same way with me when I first hit the road. I just wanted to get away from home, as far and fast as I possibly could."
"Y-you're a runaway?"
"Of course," Beth said with a look of surprise. "Aren't you."
Terri nodded. They were walking south, now, alongside the desert highway as the trucks and cars hissed past a few feet away. And all at once Tern found herself pouring out her story to the sympathetic redhead. For some reason she felt compelled to trust this girl.
Perhaps it was just survival. Terri had to tell someone of her dreadful experiences of the past few days. She had to trust someone, and Beth was the most likely candidate.
"So you clopped the old bastard over the head with a poker," Beth commented when Terri had finished. The blonde started to protest the reference to her father as a bastard. Then she remembered what he had done and the dreadful thing he had tried to do and her protest died away sheepishly. "Hell, don't worry," Beth said. "I should have done the same thing myself, when I ran out."
Tern looked at her. "You mean, your father raped you too?" Suddenly, it was too much for her. The tears she had been holding back came in a rush. The blonde girl gave a sob and turned, collapsing into the arms of the smaller girl beside her.
Beth went down to her knees, cradling Tern's. golden head against her small, hard tits. "There, there, it's okay," she murmured. "Everything'll be fine. Just let it all out."
Finally, Terri's crying jag subsided. Beth got her back on her feet and walking again, and told her own story of how she had come to be on the road.
Beth's mother was an alcoholic. She had divorced Beth's father some years ago. Somehow, she had gotten custody of the only child the marriage had produced.
Since then, Beth's life had been hell. Her mother beat her in drunken rages, then became miserable and contrite when she sobered up. Beth had to do the best she could with the household chores and the shopping. Her mother worked irregularly at various odd jobs, bringing in enough money to support them.
Beth had wondered from time to time just what kind of jobs her mother did. Then, one awful afternoon, she found out.
Her mother was in jail, which was so common these days Beth no longer found it very disturbing. She had been picked up on a drunk and disorderly, and she had kicked the arresting officer smartly in the shin. So she was in for assaulting an officer as well. That was fine with Beth. For all she cared by this point, her mother could rot in jail.
One afternoon Beth came into the living room from the kitchen, drying her hands on a towel. There was a man in the living room. He was sitting, smoking a cigarette and dropping ashes on the filthy carpet. He was obviously drunk.
"Well, there you are," the man said. He was tall and skinny, with greasy black hair plastered down on his forehead.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Beth demanded, her initial shock turning to outraged anger. "Get out before I call the police."
The man stood up from the couch. "No police," he mumbled. "Ain't gonna call the police. Gonna fuck!"
With that he'd grabbed her. His hands were fish-white and skinny, but they were incredibly strong. He stripped the clothes from Beth's writhing young body and tied her arms behind her with her bra. Then he dumped her on the couch and stood leering down at her.
"Who are you?" Beth asked through a wall of tears that blurred her vision. "What do you want?"
"I'm a pimp," the man slurred. "And I'm up shit creek. One of my girls ran off with a typewriter repairman from the Bronx, three are clapped up, and my very best hooker is in jail." He leaned over and peered at the bound, naked girl, a malicious expression coming into his bloodshot eyes.
"Your mother," he mumbled. Whiskey fumes enveloped Beth. "Your mother's the best goddam whore in town. Gives head like a goddamn vacuum cleaner. And she's in the can. I'm broke, I owe money to the mob, and I haven't got my rocks off in a week."
"H-how'd you get in?"
"Have a key," he mumbled, fumbling in a pocket. He brought out a keychain and showed her the duplicate house key it held. "Your mom gave it to me." He unzipped his trousers and pulled down his pants.
When his semi-rigid cock leapt out of his polka-dotted boxer shorts, Beth could not restrain a gasp of amazement-and some admiration. It was ten inches long!
The intruder's cock was skinny as a piece of rope, but its length was truly remarkable. It stiffened lustfully before the girl's very eyes. "That's it," the tall pimp said, leaning over. "Get a good look at my old cock, before I stick it in your mouth!"
The cock stabbed at Beth's face. She screamed and turned her head, batting it away with her open hand.
The pimp screeched like a scalded cat. With a howl of rage he slapped the girl so hard that her eyes watered and her head swam and the tears started pouring out again. As she lay half stunned on the couch, he stepped out of his pants and unthreaded his black leather belt from its loops.
"Goddamn you," he snarled, taking the heavy belt buckle in his hand and wrapping the leather strip around it. "Slap my pecker will you? I'll teach you to do that-and then you're gonna suck my prick till I cream your tonsils, baby!"
With that he swung the belt overhand. Beth shrieked as it smacked across her naked tits. When it was withdrawn, it seemed that a strip of fire lay across the tender skin of her boobs. Her nipples stung with fierce bright pain.
Again and again her mother's pimp slashed at her vulnerable naked body with his belt. He whipped her small conical jugs till they were puffy and inflamed and seemed to cry out in agony. Then he began to flog at her flat belly, the tops of her white thighs, the forested mound of her pussy. Then he shoved her knees apart, got a shortened grip on his strap, and began lashing at the red-bearded lips of Beth's pussy.
Beth went mad with agony. The pain was excruciating. It made the torture of having her sensitive, budding boobs lashed by the belt. It felt like the stings of a million scorpions, zapping her right on the cuntlips.
She screamed and thrashed like a crazy person. The elastic of the bra cut into her pinioned wrists, but that was the least of her pain. Her cries seemed to make the pimp whip her all the more furiously. He grunted and groaned and sweat flew from his brow as his arm rose and fell.
At last, the black-haired man seemed exhausted. He dropped to his knees beside the couch. The belt fell from his hands. Beth lay sobbing. Her body was aflame with a thousand throbbing welts.
Then she felt the man's weight come onto the couch. She opened her eyes to see the head of the man's stiff prick inches from her face. He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her forward.
"Open your mouth, slut!" he commanded. "Wrap your lips around my big, hard, beautiful cock!"
It was big and hard, but it certainly didn't look beautiful. It looked slimy and repulsive. Beth was no virgin, nor was she a stranger to sucking cock; but her mother's drunken, sadistic pimp and his long thin prick made her ill.
The tip of the pale prick stabbed against her lips. The man shook Beth violently by the hair. "Suck cock!" he repeated.
It was hopeless to resist. If Beth refused the man's demands, heaven alone knew what he might do. She parted her lips and teeth.
Instantly he shoved his cock into her mouth and began fucking it in and out. Beth's tongue recoiled from the swollen head as it came in. The cone-shaped tip of the man's prick went in to the back of her mouth, then withdrew. Then he fucked it right back into the redhead's hot young mouth.
The girl's nostrils were filled with the rank odor of the man's unwashed crotch. His cock had a pungent, meaty taste that made Beth want to retch. But she had no choice!
The man buried his prick to the halfway mark between his victim's cheeks. "You call that cocksucking, bitch?" he roared. He landed a stinging slap on her cheek. It rocked her head to the side. He moaned at the delicious feeling that gave his prick. "Use your tongue, damn you!"
Reluctantly, Beth's tongue uncoiled. It slid along the underside of the pulsing prick. The man's lengthy, pale prick tasted of old sweat. She closed her lips tightly on the cock and began to swirl her tongue around and around.
The effect it had on her rapist was electric. He cried out and started to face-fuck her with renewed vigor. Beth was still weak from her whipping, her shoulders ached from her arms being tied behind her, and her every sense revolted at having this terrible man jab his dirty, nasty cock into her mouth like a rutting dog.
Then the girl's blue eyes went wide. The tremendously long prick was beginning to probe deeper with every stroke! Frantically, Beth shook her head. She couldn't possibly take all that cock meat into her mouth! Already it was stabbing down her throat. She felt the beginnings of the gag reflex lurching in her throat.
The spit-glossed shaft of the pimp's cock .continued to piston in and out of Beth's mouth. The wagging of her head sent indescribably erotic sensations shooting up his spine. God, the little bitch was good! He just had to have more!
Deeper and deeper drove the skinny cock. Beth's head swam. The prick tasted foul. And it was threatening to poke all the way down into her stomach.
With a violent spasm of effort, the pimp drove his cock to the very hilt in Beth's mouth.
It was too much for the girl. She gagged. The muscles of her throat closed around the well-swallowed length of cock, trying frantically to reject it. - Instead, they milked the prick of a fantastic blast of jism. The head of the man's cock was past the girl's tonsils, and his jizz seemed to shoot all the way into her stomach.
Beth struggled furiously. Her movements drove her assailant into a delirium of ecstasy. The more he came, the more she fought. And the more the girl fought, the more her mother's pimp pumped load after load of boiling sperm down her throat!
It filled Beth's throat. It filled her nostrils and streamed out her nose. The seething jism sprayed out around the man's cock as he fucked in and out of Beth's mouth. It ran down her chin.
All the girl could see was the man's tangled bush. His crotch hair tickled her nose. Her neck ached horribly from having her head held up to receive the man's plunging prick.
At last the rapist spent the last vestiges of his come down his victim's gullet. His prick turned immediately into a spit-slimed, limp serpent. It slid out between Beth's lips and drooped clear onto her heaving tits, dribbling thin and milky come.
"Well, that wasn't too bad," he told her, climbing off the couch. "You got possibilities." He pulled on his pants and left her like that, lying on her back with his come still running down her face.
After a half-hour of continuous struggling, Beth managed to free her tightly-bound wrists. Then she reeled up the stairs to the bathroom and threw up.
"That was when you ran away, huh?" Terri asked.
"Huh? Oh, no!" Beth laughed bitterly. "I ran away a few hours later. About six that night the son of a bitch that raped and beat me came back, and he had my mother with him-his best whore, you'll remember. He had spent his last pennies bailing her out of jail. But she had to pay for the favor."
"What?"
Beth made a face. "Me," she said. Terri thought she caught the glint of a teardrop in the corner of one blue eye. "He got her out of stir on the condition that she give me to him, to peddle to his customers with a taste for young pussy. Hell, Mom jumped at the chance. She'd wanted to unload me for years, anyway."
Terri shook her head, sickened. It was unbelievable what people could do to each other. Her own father, loved and trusted all these years-spying on her, lusting after her, raping her up the unwilling asshole, then wanting to take her cherry with some kind of terrible contraption that would have made mincemeat out of her pussy. Beth's mother, selling her into sexual slavery to her brutal and degraded pimp, for a few dollars' bail money!
It was tragic.
A blue van coasted by them on the highway. "Hey, didn't that go by a few minutes ago?" Beth asked. "Hey look, it's slowing up!"
Sure enough, the vehicle was coming to a halt a hundred yards down the road. A young man was leaning out, waving to the two girls.
The pair exchanged glances. They had walked about two miles from the diner in the blazing sun. They felt as if they had wilted. "Well, shit," Beth said. "Anything's better than walking in this heat. Let's go!"
They trotted up beside the van. A smiling young man with long hair got out the passenger door. "Hi, girls," he said. "Need a lift?"
He ran his eyes interestedly over the two girls. Tern was disturbed by the way he looked at her. "Sure do," Beth smiled. Terri shrugged and grinned, a little wanly.
"Get right in," the blond youth said. He held the passenger door and helped Beth climb into the front seat. His hand lingered on her arm for just a second too long, it seemed to Tern.
She started forward. The smiling young man stopped her with an upraised hand. "No room," he said. "We'll have to ride in back."
Terri felt a surge of apprehension. Cut it out, she told herself. She was just getting paranoid, that was all. After what had happened to her, after the story her pretty new friend Beth had told her, it was natural that Terri should not be too trustful of strangers.
The boy held the door on the side of the van open courteously. Shaking off her suspicion, Tern smiled at him and accepted his assistance clambering into the back of the vehicle.
Suddenly she fell forward, propelled by a hearty shove. She went down full on her face. The door slammed behind her upturned ass. "Let's boogie, Bubba!" the blond kid called to the driver. "Somebody might come along and ask questions if we hang around!" The engine gunned and the van leaped back onto the highway.
CHAPTER FOUR
In the front seat of the speeding van, Beth looked into the cavernous barrel of the pistol that had appeared, as if out of nowhere, in the hand of the black-haired youth named Bubba. He steered the hurtling machine confidently with one hand while he kept the gun trained on the frightened girl. "Don't worry, baby," he laughed, glancing sideways at her. "You're not gonna get hurt as long as you do just what you're told!"
Fighting down a cry of panic that rose again in her throat, Beth heard Tern gasp in the back. "Wh-what do you want?" she asked, knowing the answer already.
Bubba grinned lewdly. "Why, all I want from you is for you to unzip my jeans and suck on my hard cock. Nothing much." He gestured with the pistol. "Now get to work!"
Heart throbbing, Beth leaned over the boy's crotch. Her shoulder bumped the steering wheel. She slithered under the wheel and with trembling fingers began to undo the zipper of the faded blue jeans.
In the fur-lined rear compartment of the van, Terri desperately dodged a clumsy grab by the half-naked blond youth. He had torn her halter top and it dangled from his hand. Her big bare jugs heaved as she panted with fear. "Get away from me," she said. She had broken out of his lustful embrace once and doubted her ability to do so again. He was strong as a bear.
The blond boy laughed and shook lank hair out of his eyes. "Just come to papa, little lady," he told Terri. "All I want to do is dip my big old prick in your hot little snatch. Don't worry, you'll like it a lot!"
And then he was on her, his lust-tempered prick stabbing into Terri's jeans covered hip. His powerful hands roved over her huge tits, crushing and kneading the resilient flesh. Despite her resistance, Tern could feel the nipples growing hard under his rough palms.
Like a dog the boy was lapping at Terri's neck. She squirmed, but the arms wrapped around her were like the jaws of a vise. Her assailant dropped one hand from a pale globe of jug to the buckle of Terri's jeans. The other arm tightened around Tern's chest as the hand continued to play with her boob.
Terri could feel her will to resist weakening. Perhaps the anal rape by her father had destroyed some of her inhibitions. Whatever the cause, the masculine power of the blond youth, his teasing hands and prodding prick, were getting the teenager turned on!
In a sudden flash of rage at herself for being so ready to yield her desirable young body to this would-be rapist, Terri tilted her head and sank her teeth in the boy's forearm.
The effect was electric. With a howl of pain the youth flung Terri away from him. She reeled against the fur-covered wall and sat down heavily, unable to keep her balance in the jolting van.
Cool air washed thrillingly over the swollen tips of her jugs. Her fly was undone and her pants were pulled low on her hips. The blond kid sat across from her, wringing his arm. A trickle of blood dripped from a semicircle of tooth marks in his skin. "Damn you," he said, glaring at Tern. "Goddamn you, you bit me! You're gonna pay for that, you big-titted bitch!"
"What's the matter, Verl?" asked Bubba from the front seat. The slim girl whose red hair was spilling over his lap was having trouble with his fly. He nudged the side of her head with his gun to encourage her. "That's it, easy does it. Just slide the zipper down, pull my cock out, and wrap your lips around it. No trouble at all."
"The shitty little cunt bit me," Verl replied, outraged. "Me-she bit me!"
Bubba laughed. "Looks like not every chick in the world finds that horse cock of yours so irresistible!"
"Fuck you!"
"Jesus, what a greedy motherfucker. He's got a hot blonde twat back there with jugs like melons, and he wants me too!" Bubba chortled in appreciation of his own wit. Then Beth got his fly open and stuck her small hand in his pants. Her fingers closed around the burning length of his prick. "Yeah!" he murmured. "Just pull it out and suck on it. Go on, honey, suck my cock good!"
Beth examined the throbbing prick she held in her hand. It wasn't bad looking as pricks go. In fact it was rather indistinguished. It was six inches long-a mere nothing in comparison to the mighty cock her mother's pimp had fucked into her mouth. She could probably swallow it all without gagging. Still, she was reluctant. Beth preferred to choose the cocks she sucked on.
Still, with the gun in her ear she didn't have much choice. She decided to be philosophical. At least Bubba was clean.
She stuck out her little pink tongue. The tip of it touched the pinprick hole at the very end of Bubba's cock. A tiny drop of clear preseminal fluid glittered there, and her questing tongue scooped it up. Not bad, she thought. Not bad at all.
The fact was, Beth loved to fuck. She loved any kind of sex. Now that the initial fear was gone-though that damned gun was still poking her-she gave a happy sigh and did as she was told, wrapping her lips around the purple head of Bubba's cock. She could feel the aromatic oils begin to wash back and forth in her pussy as she started to suck the prick.
In the black-furred womb behind, her friend Terri was having a much worse time. In spite of her moment of weakness, she was now determined not to let the youth fuck her. But she was scared, too.
Verl's cock drooped at half-mast between his muscle-corded thighs. "All right," he said hoarsely, "you're gonna pay!" He turned to a cabinet bolted to the wall of the van. Inside was stowed camping gear. He pulled out a length of white nylon rope.
"What are you going to do?" Tern asked nervously. She was poised with her palms pressed to the wall, ready to bolt in any direction to escape her horny tormentor.
"I'm gonna tie you up," Verl told her. "Then I'm gonna fuck you till you scream. How does that sound?"
Without waiting for an answer, he lunged.
Terri shoved off and tried to dive to the other side of the van. She was too slow. She felt her right wrist grabbed and then her arm was twisted up behind her back in a cruel hammerlock. "Ow, you're hurting me," she gasped, and then her head slammed into the wall.
The fur cushioned the force of the blow, but still the girl's head reeled. The joints of her shoulder and elbow ached. Strong fingers gripped her other arm and brought it up too. Then Verl was wrapping rope around the girl's arms, tying them parallel, hand to elbow. "Ouch!" Tern yelped as he pulled the rope tight and tied it off.
He took her by the shoulder and threw her down on her back. She landed right on her bound arms, crying out at the pain. Verl wiped sweat from his forehead with his injured forearm. He winced as the salty perspiration stung his wound.
"All right," he said, taking another piece of rope from the cabinet: He began tying knots in it, every six inches or so. "Now you're going to suffer some, you fucking bitch!"
Holding the two-foot knotted cord between his hands, he advanced toward the tied girl.
Beth's lips were sliding down the rigid pole of Bubba's cock when Terri screamed. The redhead stiffened. She started to lift her head, but Bubba nudged her back to her work with the ice-cold muzzle of his revolver. She shrugged and went back to sucking his cock.
Babba's prick had the clean, fresh taste of healthy young male cock. It slipped effortlessly into the girl's mouth until her nose was pressed into his tangled bush. For a moment she stayed that way, bent over Bubba's lap with his cock buried in her face.
It was not unpleasant at all. Bubba's prick was small enough that Beth could take in all six inches of it without setting off the gag reflex. She allowed its warmth to seep into her face, filling her throat and cheeks with masculine energy. She could feel his heartbeat from the many blood-gorged veins wrapped around his cock.
She let her tongue swirl around the base of the prick. With one hand she reached over and started playing with the taut round sac that held his come-brimming balls. He moaned with pleasure.
"Nice, nice, very nice," he purred. The cool gun muzzle left Beth's head and he started stroking her neck and shoulders with the heel of his gun hand. "Just wrap your hot little tongue around my prod. God, I love it!"
Like an erotic snake, Beth's tongue slithered down toward the deeply-embedded head of Bubba's prick. She could feel the rigid cock tense and quiver as charges of pleasure jolted through it. She was determined to give Bubba the blow job of his life. The better she could make him feel, the faster she could get him off, and then maybe he would be well-disposed enough to help her rescue Terri from his brutal, vengeful partner.
Terri lay on her back, watching with fear-widened eyes as Verl stripped her pants and panties off over her wildly waving feet. That evil-looking knotted rope was still knotted around one huge hand. He dropped the jeans and held the panties up to his nose. "Cunt," he announced, sniffing. "I smell hot cunt. Your pussy wanted my cock inside it, bitch. You should have listened to it. Could have saved you a lot of grief."
The hand with the rope lashed out. The nylon whistled as it cut through the air to land with a smack on Terri's belly. Unbelievable pain coursed through her nude body. Her back arched and she shrieked.
With a lot of self-control, Beth made herself concentrate on sucking Bubba's cock. He was getting near to coming. She could feel it. The tension in his balls as she played with them, the tingling excitement that seemed to all the meaty tube of his prick. Her tongue licking and coiling wetly around the pulsating cock, Beth lifted her head. Her lips were pressed around the bar of cock.
The spit-shiny length of prick slid slowly out of her mouth. Cool air currents washed over it. "O000-ah!" moaned Bubba, as Beth started to fuck her face up and down his prick.
The rope licked out again. It fell right onto one of her pillowy boobs. The wicked nylon cut like a hot knife at her tense nipple. "AAAAAAAAH!" screamed Tern. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Stop PLEEEEEAAAAAASE! "
Verl laughed. He landed another stroke on her other tit. The red whip-marks made a vee on her white body that met on her firm belly.
Like a tongue of flame, the rope licked at the girl's writhing body. At every stroke the knots bit cruelly into Tern's tender flesh. "Stop-stop �stop!" the girl pleaded incessantly, throwing her head from side to side. Her voice rose to a wailing crescendo with every snap of the rope.
Verl whipped the girl's boobs and belly till the once white flesh was pink and puffy, a mass of fiery red streaks. Then he lashed at a bare hip. The girl's body jumped and turned.
Another crack of the knotted cord and Terri lay panting on her belly. The fur seemed to rasp torturingly at her inflamed flesh. With her cheek pressed to the floor, she panted hoarsely. Her body seemed covered with the bites of a million fire ants.
With a thrill of horror she heard the whistle of the rope slashing through the air. Then it came down with vicious force on the upturned mounds of her ass. The pain was blinding.
As Terri's screams filled the air, Verl's arm rose and fell like clockwork. The knotted nylon cord quickly turned the squirming butt into a network of scarlet weals. Then Verl whipped at the soft tops of Terri's golden, sweet thighs.
"Take that, you slut!" he panted, punctuating his words with blows of the rope. "How do you like that, huh? How do you like your reward for biting me?"
He paused, letting the rope sink to the floor. Terri's legs stopped wagging in agony and settled to the carpet. "I don't," she whimpered weakly.
"What's that?"
"I don't," she said. "I don't like it at all. Stop. Please don't whip me any more. My arms hurt. My whole body is on fire. Let me alone, please!"
Verl laughed. The rope snapped up and forward again. This time the thick knots landed right between the pale globes of her ass, on the sensitive crack. The girl's butt bounced into the air. The cheeks opened, and the next stroke landed smack on Terri's asshole.
"Yeeeeeeoooooooowwwwwww!" the blonde screeched.
Beth felt tears begin in sympathetic reaction to her friend's terrible agony. She could feel the blows fall on her own flesh, that dreadful afternoon back at her mother's house. She knew what Terri was going through.
Bubba was reacting to the cracks and cries too. They combined with Beth closing her teeth to nip lightly behind the flared head of his cock to light the fuse that ran to his hairy ball sac. He could almost feel the flame travel down the length of his cock and set off a titanic explosion of jizz.
His hand came down and began pressing Beth's face toward his crotch. His cock pulsed and delivered a steaming blast of jism. Beth choked as the stuff blasted clear to her tonsils.
Then her tongue was back in action, spiraling down the length of the pumping cock. Her throat filled quickly with sharp-tasting fluid. The backwash filled the cavity of her mouth. Bubba's blasting prick was spewing out the jism quicker than Beth's greedy stomach could take it down!
Bubba's eyes half-closed in delight. The girl's skilled mouth seemed to wrap his whole body in warm, liquid delight. He had difficulty keeping the van on the road. His climax had every muscle in his body shaking with an ecstasy of sexual release.
As come filled her mouth and began to leak from around the plunging prick, Beth felt her own insides twist in a totally unanticipated reaction. Her own brimming pussy was pulsing with orgasm! She had gotten turned on by sucking Bubba's cock and, she had to admit, a little by her friend's agonized cries. The taste of Bubba's jizz was making her come!
In the back, oblivious of what was happening in the front seat, Terri had rolled over on her back again. Her legs were straight up in the air, in an effort to keep her abused thighs away from the carpet. The slightest touch sent bright flashes of pain through her body.
Swaying with the motion of the van, Verl straddled the naked girl's waist, facing toward her elevated feet. With one hand he grabbed a tapering calf. "You think that hurt," he snarled, "try this!"
The rope rose and fell. It landed on the pink gaping mouth of Terri's pussy.
The girl's lungs almost burst with her shriek. The pain of the knotted nylon rope biting at her cuntlips made the rest of the brutal beating seem like fun. Red flames seemed to dance before Terri's eyes as she screamed and thrashed.
Try as she might, the bound girl could not escape the awful onslaught. Verl kept whipping her harder and harder, he steel-rigid prick waving frantically at his crotch. When a knot hit the nerve-filled marble of her clit, she exploded in excruciating agony.
From the cries issuing from the back of the van, Beth thought her friend was surely about to die from the treatment she was receiving. Bubba had finally exhausted the cum stored in his nuts. It had all gone into Beth's stomach, save that which was dribbling down her chin into the matted hair at the youth's crotch. The girl lifted her head, allowing the limp prick to slide out and flop down into its owner's lap. A strand of ropy jizz ran from Beth's parted lips to the tip of the prick. Then it broke and fell too.
Beth started to straighten. Instantly the gun muzzle was digging uncomfortably in the side of her neck. "Who told you to go anywhere?" Bubba asked breathlessly. "Start sucking on my prick again!"
Hopeless, despairing of rescuing her tortured friend, Beth cradled the lifeless cock in her hands and began to kiss its spit and cum-slimed length.
Terri's hips were bucking up and down in a ghastly parody of fucking as pain shot down her cunt channel. Verl was tiring at last, though. And x the lust brought on by the sight of the girl's lush naked body, her screams and struggles, had made him incredibly horny. He had to get his cock into that flowering pink pussy now!
With a hoarse cry of passion Verl threw away the knotted rope. He pushed Terri's leg down onto the carpet and sat astride it. Then he took his mammoth cock in hand and guided it toward the gaping lips of his victim's cunt.
Terri felt the heated tip of Verl's huge prick jab at the abused mouth of her cunt. "No!" she cried. "Don't stick that gigantic prick in me! I've still got my cherry!"
It was the wrong thing to tell the blond-headed youth. A slow, evil grin spread over his handsome features. "Still cherry, huh?" he asked. "Well, you came to the right place to get that taken care of!"
Holding one slender leg in the air, Verl pushed his hips forward. When the tip of his cock was nestled in the oily groove of Tern's pussy, he let go of his prick and spread the lips with his thumb and forefinger. Then he shoved his cock into the girl's body.
Terri tensed. The conelike head of Verl's cock seemed to stretch her cunt to the breaking point. Then she felt a twinge as the cock fetched up against the membrane of her cherry. "Here we go," grunted Verl. "Hang on-it's gonna hurt!" Then he rammed the cock home with all his might.
Terri's body seemed to tear apart. She thought she could hear the ripping sound of her hymen giving way, and then Verl's enormous cock was driving into her untapped pussy like a runaway freight train. Like a wedge, his cockhead widened the walls of Tern's cunt, blazing a trail for the rest of his massive cock.
"Eeeeee! Yowitch! I'm broken! My cherry is burst!" wailed Terri. Rage and shame welled up over the pain. It shouldn't be like this, she thought. Losing her virginity should be something personal, private, lovely, done in a safe warm bed with someone she loved. Surely not with a crazy blond kid in the back of a van.
"That's fine, baby," Verl murmured. He pumped his hips so that his big cock moved around in his victim's pussy. "How do you like it?"
"I don't," Tern whimpered. "It hurts. I hate you!"
Verl laughed crudely. "Don't worry," he told her. "It won't hurt for long. In just a little while you'll be loving me and my big hard prick!"
For a moment the only sounds in the van were the growl of the engine and the noisy slurping sounds of Beth sucking Bubba's revived cock.
Then came a wet sucking noise. The mighty prick was being withdrawn from Terri's cunt. Its exit from her cunt was not as painful as its entry. The little bit of blood from her ruptured cherry was lubricating the big cock.
Verl looked down at his red-stained cock. A trickle of red ran onto the girl's trapped thigh. "Tsk, tsk," he said. "You got my nice pretty prick all dirty. Well, I know one way to clean it off!" With a single thrust, he buried his cock in Terri's cunt again.
She barely had time to gasp at the pain of her cunt walls stretching at the mammoth intruder when the cock was all the way in. Verl's pubic hair tickled the sensitive insides of her cock-gorged cuntlips. His balls slapped against the top of Terri's thigh.
Then he began to fuck her. She started screaming as the fat cock pistoned in and out of her. He was filling her pussy to overflowing with his prick.
To Beth, bent over Bubba's black-haired crotch in the front seat, Terri's cries now seemed to take on a new tone. No longer did they grate at Beth's nerves. No longer were they edged with shrill agony.
Instead they were cries of pleasure. Of passion, filling a young girl's voluptuous body with the desire to be fucked ! Tern was starting to love being fucked by his great big cock!
Beth could tell that Bubba was feeling it, too. She had sucked his cock hard again, and now he began to tighten and quiver with the irresistible excitement of approaching orgasm. She slid her lips down his slippery prick. The head slipped over her tongue, poked down her throat. She forced her head down a little farther. Then she started working her throat muscles, actually swallowing Bubba's rigid prick. It didn't go in any more, but Beth's throat worked it like a hand jacking him off, or like a cunt coming around his staff of cock. He groaned.
"How do you . . .like it?" Verl asked Terri.
"I don't-noooo! Yes! I love it! Love it! Fuck me, fuck me-keep fucking my hungry pussy with your monster prick till I come and come and commmmmmme!"
"Jesus!" breathed Bubba, and came again. The wad of jizz blasted all the way to Beth's stomach. Her throat kept pumping his trapped prick.
"I love it, too," Verl told Terri. "God, it's nice to screw a virgin! Your sloppy wet pussy, so fucking tight around my cock! And hot-my God, such heat!" His plunging cock was in paradise. A fine spray of eager cunt juice was being thrown up by every inward thrust of his cock. A sweet musky aroma of aroused cunt filled the compartment.
Bubba's cock spurted a few last drops of jism down Beth's demanding throat. He was half-delirious with pleasure. The van was nearly out of control. It veered all over the mountain roads that were lifting them up out of the arid desert behind.
"Goddamn!" Bubba told the cocksucking girl. She started to try to lift her head again. He pinned her face with his hand.
"None of that," Bubba husked. "We're gonna try for three!"
"Keep it coming! Keep fucking me!" Terri begged. "I feel it! Your huge cock sliding over my clitty-it's driving me wild! I'm almost ready to come! Make me come!"
"Just a few seconds, baby," gritted Verl. "I'm about ready to blow my wad!"
"Oh yes!" cried Terri, wantonly. "Yes, come in me! Fill my pussy with your cum!"
Verl was frozen with his cock crammed all the way into Terri's cunt. Ripples of orgasm ran up and down his trapped prick. He felt it throb. He felt the jism come to a boil in the pressure cooker of his balls.
Furiously, he fucked his prick out of Terri's cunt. She wailed in delight. He rammed in home again. A climax was simmering in his nuts, but he was holding it back with all his will.
The girl's orgasmic cries of ecstasy were shrill and piercing. Listening to her, Bubba felt his cock, incredibly, starting to harden once again. Then he cocked his head.
A sound was rising above Terri's yells of pleasure. A loud wail.
Bubba looked from side to side. Nothing was ahead of him on the winding road, nor to either side of the racing van. Then his eye fell on the rearview mirror.
"Goddamn it!" he exclaimed.
"Come in me!" Tern pleaded. "Come in�aaahhah!-meeeeeee! I want your cum in my pussy!"
Her cunt was contracting like a hydraulic press. The humid, elastic walls crushed Verl's inward-fucking cock.
"Get ready," he yelled. "I'm gonna come right now!"
"Verl!" Bubba yelled. He pushed Beth back into her own seat. She sat up, bewildered, and wiped gooey drying cum from her lips with the back of her hand.
"I'm blowing my wad!" Verl yelled, and did. Tern's cunt tightened with renewed fury as Verl's jism filled its entire length in one mighty pulse.
"Yesssssssssssssssssssssss!" she shrieked bliss-fully.
"Vert!" Bubba shouted. "Verl, for God's sake! The cops are after us!"
CHAPTER FIVE
"Come! Fill my cunt with your jizz!" howled Terri. Bubba's shout had brought Verl's brain out of the fog of lust that had surrounded it. But he was suddenly faced with a problem.
His cunt-filling cock wouldn't stop coming!
The van shot around a bend in the road on two wheels. Siren screaming, the white car followed.
"My God!" Bubba yelled. "It's Sheriff Wilson! If he catches us he'll throw us in the can for sure!"
He drove the accelerator down to the floor-boards. The van's engine was racing all out. The black-haired youth expertly steered the van around a series of curves in the road, edged by drops of a hundred feet and more.
But still the sheriff's car clung grimly to their tail. Slowly but surely, it gained on them.
Tern was lost in a delirium of orgasm. Verl's huge cock was driving her crazy. It felt as if an electric cattle prod had been plugged into her wet pussy! Her cunt just kept coming and coming, sucking the jism by force from the tip of Verl's prick.
At last Verl quit coming. Gritting his teeth, he began to pull his cock out of he clutching, demanding, greedy snatch. Come and cunt juice ran in a gooey mixture from around his hefty prick.
His cock finally popped free. Jism-shot pussy oils poured from the quagmire of Tern's blond-furred cunt out over her thigh. The van careened around another bend. Verl was thrown off balance and fell against the wall with a few last droplets of cum spraying from his huge, flopping cock.
For the first time, Terri became aware that something was amiss. "Aaaaah," she groaned. "Why'd you quit? What's wrong?"
"The cops are after us, honey," Beth called. Her freckled face was pale and drawn with tension.
"Oh!" Suddenly the full gravity of the situation hit Terri. She tried to grab for her shredded clothes and was forcibly reminded that her arms were bound uncomfortably behind her back. The delirium that Verl's big prick fucking in and out of her pussy had caused had made her forget completely where she was and what was happening to her.
The warm afterglow of furious fucking evapo�rated. The blonde was instantly filled with feelings of shame. She had just been raped and she had enjoyed it!
Worse was the dilemma the pursuing sheriff's car presented. From the way the wailing of the siren grew constantly louder, it was clear Bubba could not keep ahead of the sheriff much longer. That meant that Terri and her new friend Beth would soon be freed from the clutches of the violent young rapists who had abducted them. But that might not be too fortunate for Tern!
What if her father had died? That could mean that a statewide manhunt was even now underway for her-for murder. Would she be rescued from Verl and Bubba, only to be sent to prison for killing her own father?
"Get your pants on, Verl," the driver called over his shoulder. "They're right on our ass." He glanced in the rearview mirror. The flashing lights atop the pursuing car seemed to fill it.
Even as Bubba watched the sheriff's car swung out and pulled up alongside the van. "That's it," Bubba siad, taking his foot off the gas and putting it on the brake pedal. "We're stuck."
The van slowed and stopped on the gravel shoulder of the road, fifty yards short of a roadside rest stop in the shelter of some pine trees. The police car turned in ahead of them, screeching to a halt in a shower of pebbles.
"Shit, that's going to fuck up my finish," Bubba said disgustedly.
The doors of the white car flew open. Two uniformed men leaped out. One of them leaned over the open driver's door leveling a 12-guage riot gun at the van while the other man, a fat middle-aged man, sauntered back towards the blue van.
"Aw, fuck it," Bubba groaned. "It's the lard-gutted old fart himself, and his dipshit deputy, Freddie." He rolled down the window and leaned out. "Point that damned scatter-gun somewhere else, Freddie," he called wearily. "It might be loaded."
The lanky, young deputy glanced up from behind his weapon. The fat sheriff paused beside the van's left bumper and nodded at his deputy, who put the shotgun away and walked toward the larger vehicle. "What the hell's goin' on here, Bubba," the sheriff demanded, walking up to the open window. He peered inside, squinting through green shooting glasses.
"Jesus Christ!" he exclaimed. "Come look at this, Freddie! There's a redheaded teenybopper in here with cum all over her face!" A flicker of motion from the gloomy interior of the van caught his eye.
"I'll be damned ! There's a naked broad in the back, too!" The younger man came loping up as his partner walked around the rear of the vehicle.
Sheriff Wilson threw open the rear doors. Light streamed into the fur-lined compartment. The big man whistled in appreciation. "Get your pants on, Verl," he told the wildly struggling youth, "and bring your lady friend out in the open so's I can get a good look at her!"
Terri halted in her attempts to hide her nakedness. "Help!" she cried. "Help us! We've been kidnaped -raped-"
Sheriff Wilson cocked his head and looked at Verl. The blond youth zipped up his fly and shrugged. "Shit, all we wanted was to have some fun," he said. "Din't mean to hurt the chicks. Just fuck 'em good."
"Looks like this one's been roughed up some."
"Well, hell, Sheriff, she slapped my pecker. I couldn't let her do that and get away with it! Besides, what do you care? They're just a couple of runaways."
Up front Freddie was helping Beth out of the van. Bubba stood off to one side, whistling nonchalantly. "Come out of there," the Sheriff told Tern.
"But I'm naked ! And my arms are tied ! I can't-"
"Come out, I said!"
Hesitantly, Tern obeyed. The hot sun stung her skin and the gravel burned the soles of her feet. She looked up and down the highway, afraid a car would come by and people would see her standing there, naked and degraded.
Beth tried to take control of the situation. "I demand that you arrest these two, officer," she declared. "They're guilty of kidnapping, assault with a deadly weapon, forcible rape, sodomy ... "
"Real little lawyer, ain't you honey?" the sheriff drawled. "Well, Verl, what do you guys have to say for yourselves?"
"Aw, c'mon, Sheriff," Bubba whined. "Give us a break. We didn't mean any harm. And if you give me a ticket, I'll lose my license. My old man'll be pissed off to the max."
"Wait a second," Verl said. He smoothed back his lank blond hair with the palm of his hand. "I've got an idea. Do you think you might accept a bribe, Sheriff?"
"Smart-assed little bastard, ain't you," the sheriff observed. He cocked his head and scratched at the back of his sunburned neck. "What do you got in mind?"
Verl put his hand on Terri's naked shoulder. She flinched away from his touch. "We got these two fine young pieces of ass," he grinned. "Bubba and I can personally vouch for their performance, can't we, Bubba? Satisfaction guaranteed."
"You guys've got to be kidding," Freddie, the deputy, said. "Sheriff, we-"
"Shut up, Freddie," the sheriff said. He turned to face Beth, standing nearby with her hands on her hips. "Young lady, I hope you appreciate the seriousness of the charges facing you," he told her.
Beth's jaw dropped. "What the hell are you talking about?" she demanded.
"Talkin' disrespectful to an officer-that's another." He shook his head. "You surely are in a heap of trouble. The both of you are runaways, ain't you?"
Terri and Beth looked at each other.
"Well, there's running away, vagrancy, no visible means of support. And then there's the serious stuff-contributing to the delinquency of these two innocent young minors, sodomy, promiscuity-" he glanced at Terri, who was beginning to shiver despite the heat-"indecent exposure. I'm gonna have to take you two in."
He turned to his lean deputy, who was standing off to one side, dumbstruck. "Close your mouth, Freddie," he ordered. "Then go on back to the car." He put a beefy hand on Terri's shoulder. She turned her face away. "You girls get back in the van." He let the hand slide from her shoulder, down the curve of her spine to fondle her full ass.
"Verl, you and Bubba get in the front and drive on up to that rest area. We can't have this little lady parading around bare-ass, can we?" He turned Terri around and propelled her back into the van with a resounding smack on her bare rump. Beth clambered in after her friend. The look she shot Sheriff Wilson was one of pure venom.
He shut the doors. "You two boys drive nice and slow, y'hear?" he said to the youths, who were grinning at each other in relief. "And don't miss the turn-off!"
"We won't, Sheriff," Bubba said readily.
"This is a fine mess I got us into," Beth told her friend.
"You got us into?"
"Sure." She shrugged. "I was the one who was so eager to get into this damned van in the first place. Here, let me get those ropes-shit! Broke my thumbnail. You're going to have to be cut out of these.
"Wh-what are they going to do to us?"
Beth looked at her friend sadly. "What do you think?" she asked. "They're going to fuck us, and there's nothing we can do about it. Maybe they'll let us go when they've had their fun." She reached down and picked up Terri's torn halter, as if to try to do something about her nakedness. It was pointless. The little scrap of cloth would no longer even serve to hide her large cherry-topped jugs.
In spite of Beth's words, both knew the future was bleak. Somehow, they both knew that Sheriff Wilson wasn't going to let them go after he'd had his fun.
The van turned suddenly and stopped. "Okay, girls," Verl leered back at them, "this is the end of the line!"
"You boys just stick around a while," the Sheriff said, opening the rear doors. "We want to made dead sure you ain't slipped us any wooden nickels!"
"Sure, Sheriff. Anything you say!"
The girls were led away from the van, around to the back of one of the lean-to-like, green-painted wooden shelters at the back of the rest area. Behind was a thick pine forest. On the other side of the road was a wide vista of mountains and plains stretching out under the clear sky. The sheriff's car was parked behind the shelter.
"Wo-won't you at least untie me?" Terri asked.
"Hell, no," the sheriff replied. "You're a dangerous criminal. Can't have you running around loose!" He grabbed Beth by the arm and hauled her to the side of his car. "You neither," he said.
From a pocket he produced a pair of handcuffs. Beth tried to kick him in the shins, but he twisted away, laughing at her. While he held her slim wrists in one huge, hairy paw, he clicked one of the metal bracelets around one of Beth's arms. Then he ran the free end through the car door handle and manacled her other wrist.
He stood away to admire his handiwork. The girl was bent over with her cone-shaped tits pointing at the gravel and her trim little ass sticking up. "That gives me an idea," he declared. He hooked a thumb into the strap of Beth's halter and ran it around and down. The girl felt the blunt thumb sticking into the side of her tit.
The Sheriff took his thumb out of the halter and neatly untied it. It fell to the ground.
The sheriff gave one small, bare tit a squeeze. "Get your hands off me," Beth spat. "Don't-hey! Leave my fly alone!" Tern heard the sound of a zipper being worked, and then the sheriff was yanking Beth's jeans off over her narrow hips.
"Mmmm. Lemon-colored panties." He ripped the fragile underpants away. Beth's ass was small and the cheeks were taut. The skin of her belly and back was brown and freckle-dotted from the sun, but the skin of her little butt was almost glaringly white.
"Okay, Freddie, here you go," the sheriff said, licking his thick lips.
"M-me, sir?"
"You, sir. Since I have to tell you everything to do, Deputy Gatewood, what happens next is you come over here, undo your pants, whip out your great big prick, and fuck our red-headed little prisoner up her pale little ass!"
"But sir!"
The Sheriff's face darkened dangerously. "That's an order!" he snapped. "Pull down your pants."
Flushing, Freddie obeyed. He unfastened his belt and his fly, then pulled down his tan uniform pants and stepped out of them. The cuffs caught on his shoes.
"The shorts, too. Come on, hurry it up. I want to get my old cock stuck into this blonde bitch's mouth pronto, and you're holding up the whole show!"
Beth was looking under her arm at the partially dressed deputy. He shot the nude, handcuffed girl an apologetic look, then skinned his shorts off. In spite of herself, Beth whistled.
Nine inches of dark cock swung between his hairy thighs.
"See? She's just waiting for you to slip that great big old thing to her." The sheriff unzipped his own trousers, turning to Terri. "Now, my cock ain't that long, but it kinda makes up for it in a different way."
He turned to Tern, who backed away from him.
"No-I don't want to do that! I don't want your-your nasty old cock in my mouth. I don't-owww!" Terri cried out as her bare ass touched the sun-heated metal of the car.
She squirmed uncomfortably as the Sheriff stood in front of her, pinning her against the hot fender with his bulk. "Unnnhh-ahhh!" Terri moaned. "It hurts. My ass is burning!"
"Here, this feels good, don't it?" Roughly, he began to run his hands over her tits. The smooth, satiny feel of her flesh inflamed him. The spongy resiliency of Terri's bare titflesh felt marvelous beneath his sweaty palms. And her small cries and struggles made him almost crazy with the need to fuck this hot blonde chick!
In spite of herself, Terri felt her nipples getting hard. "See, you're getting all ready for me. I can smell that little pussy of yours just drippin' away!" He reached down to his unzipped trousers. His hand dipped inside, then came out again holding his rigid prick.
He hadn't lied to his young victim. His cock was nowhere near as long as Freddie's spectacular spear of prick. But it did make up for it! It was just five inches long, but it was two inches thick!
"Hot!" Terri moaned. "H-hot!"
The rampant cock was jabbing into her lower belly. "The car or my dick?" the Sheriff chuckled.
He stepped back. Terri lurched away from the searing metal, stumbled, went to her knees. The first thing she knew her head was being dragged back painfully by the hair. Sheriff Wilson was steering his inflated prick toward her full, naturally red lips. She could feel its heat washing over her face.
"Here we go," he grunted, and stuck his cock into her mouth.
Deputy Sheriff Freddie Gatewood was fucking his tremendous prick along the red-bearded furrow of Beth's cunt. "Hope I'm not inconveniencing you too much," he murmured apologetically.
The tip of the stiff prick stabbed into the hidden node of Beth's clit, at the upper end of her slit. Instantly, honey poured out of her pussy and washed over the whole length of Freddie's cock.
"Mmmmmm-ahhh!" Beth purred. "Not at all, big boy-and I do mean big boy!" She tried her bonds. For a moment she thought her wrists could slip out of the handcuffs, but she was mistaken. She was firmly attached to the door of the car.
"That's nice," she said as Freddie continued to slide his prick over her brimming, pink cuntlips. "I really mean that."
"It is nice," he agreed. The warmth of her cunt sauce seemed to envelope his mammoth prick. He felt an irresistible tingle of desire in the depths of his balls.
Beth looked hopefully back over her shoulder at the deputy. "Why don't we just do it this way?" she asked. "I mean, why don't you just go ahead and shove your cock up my cunt? My pussy is real hungry-all I did with Bubba was suck cock. I haven't had a prick up my snatch in days! I know all kinds of tricks, too!"
"I'm sorry," Freddie said sincerely. He pulled away from her. His cock pressed up against her parted pussy lips, then suddenly sprang up as it came free.
Beth bit her lip. "But I've never been fucked up the butt before," she confessed, "and your cock is so damned big! I'm scared-you'll tear me apart if you try sticking that thing into my poor ass!"
Freddie bent his head to inspect his cock. It was liberally smeared with thick, shiny, smelly cunt juice. He put his hand hesitantly on one incredibly pale half-moon of assflesh. "I'm sorry, ma'am," he said, "I'm truly sorry, but this is the way the Sheriff told me to do it, and this is the way I've got to do it. I'd like to fuck your humid pussy-it's real pretty. I've never seen a red-haired cunt before." He shook his head. "But I can't. Sheriff Wilson'd get mad, and the Sheriff isn't anybody you want to get mad at you!"
Holding his cock by the fingertips, he guided the pointy tip to the small opening in Beth's upturned butt. She shivered when it touched her puckered asshole. "Don't-please?" she asked, teetering on the ragged edge of tears.
Freddie prodded her butthole with his thumb. He teased its tip inside, despite her sudden stiffening. Then he pried it open. The head of his prick seemed to fit naturally into the tiny ring of assflesh.
He pressed forward with his hips. Beth gasped as pain shot up her back. "Owwwww-God! It feels like I've got the George Washington Monument stuck up my ass!"
"No," Freddie said. "Just the head of my prick."
"That's all?" the girl asked incredulously. "But, Jesus, it hurts like hell!"
Freddie bit his lip. "It feels real good to me, to tell you the truth. It's so tight around my cock. Almost seems to be crushing it but, boy, it sure is nice!"
He placed both hands on her rounded buttocks. His fingers made dimples in her soft, pliable flesh as they dug in for traction. Then, with his stomach muscles sucked tight with exertion, he drove his prick into Beth's asshole.
"Aaah, God! He's fucking my asshole!" Beth screamed.
On her knees not far away, Terri glanced to the side. Her cheeks were puffed out from the incredible thickness of the cock stuffed between them. She couldn't believe the length of that prick of Freddie's! Bent at the waist as she was, Beth's asshole was elevated and open for the spearing shaft._ of cock. Her friend watched it disappear slowly between her round, pert asscheeks.
Having her own face crammed full of Sheriff Wilson's fireplug-like cock wasn't as bad as Terri would have believed. It tasted of sweat and rank masculinity. Just to get the head of it past her teeth required her to open her mouth so far that her jaws ached. But at least she wasn't experiencing the gut-wrenching, tearing pain Beth was, having that unbelievable cock poled up her ass.
How well Terri knew how that felt!
Her tongue swirled around the fat prick. She could feel the Sheriff's pulse pounding in the veins. His hands played aimlessly with her hair, and when she glanced up she could see him beaming down at her with pleasure.
"You're doing real fine, honey," he said. "Just keep working your tongue all over my cock. Lick it up the bottom some, where it kind of swells out. That's right! And there-yeah, right there, just behind the head of my ole prick! That's fine, that's real fine!"
Beth's bottom was becoming increasingly filled with hot, throbbing cock. It felt like that ghastly thing Tern had described, that her crazy father had strapped to his prick and wanted to fuck up her virgin cunt. But this was worse! Her asshole was as virgin as Terri's juicy cunt had been and no girl's asshole had ever been designed to have a log of prick like this one forced up it!
She screamed. She felt Freddie's hips bump against the round globes of her rump. Had she taken all of that prick up her butt? It felt as if the burning head was halfway to her throat.
"Get it out," she moaned. "Get that giant cock out of my butt!"
"All right!" gasped Freddie. His eyes were shut and his head was thrown back. Her cushiony asscheeks were cool against his fevered crotch. His cock was being ground to nothing as Beth ground her impaled ass around his hugeness like a worm on a hook. He was in her butt to the root of his mighty cock! "I'll take it out!"
He did. His cock was so firmly clamped by the girl's ass that he had to brace himself against her butt. Muscles stood out on his neck as he dragged his prick from her pain-filled asshole.
"Aaaaah! Help! He's tearing me apart! He's turning me inside out! Help me!" Beth's frantic pleas and futile squirmings only served to make the young deputy's head swim with unholy passion.
He had to fuck the hell out of her butt!
"Mmmmmm!" murmured the sheriff. Terri could tell that her friend's wails of pain were turning him on. She could feel his heartbeat race faster and faster. His belly joggled as his hips began to move of their own accord. Terri's jaws, already stretched to the utmost, creaked with the strain as he began to fuck more of his impossibly broad cock into the kneeling blonde adolescent's mouth.
God, she thought, he's going to ram it down my throat! He's going to make me gag on it, just like the pimp did to Beth!
The sun was starting to sting her bare shoulders. She was glad her boobs were shaded by the overweight sheriff. They would be hideously painful if they burned. It was odd how her mind turned to such thoughts as it recoiled from the idea of having to take the sheriff's gross fat cock down her throat!
Suddenly, the awful invasion of her face by the pulsating cock ceased. Tern frowned in bewilder�ment. It was just shy of making her gag. The sheriff was grunting like a rutting boar, and rolling his hips as the passion grew in his balls. His cock was in as far as it would go.
Sweat pouring down into his eyes, Freddie managed to pull his cock no more than halfway from Beth's white, churning ass. Then it was as if a hand clenched around his nuts and the base of his awesome prick. He gasped and thrust the cock home again, oblivious to Beth's sharp shriek.
Then the girl cried out again as his hairy ball sac slapped into the red tangle of her cunt bush. "Ahhhhhh! He's coming in me! I feel it-hot and syrupy! It stings! Ohhh my God!"
Freddie fell forward over her pale body. His arms circled her body and his hands grasped her small, firm tits as he dog-fucked his titanic, fountaining prick in and out of Beth's ass. Her butt began to move with a life of its own. It fucked along his long, hard, powerfully bucking prick, greedily absorbing his sperm. The cock was rasping her nerves raw, but the searing acid feel of his jism was making her come!
"I'm coming too! Keep fucking my ass! Shit, it hurts, but don't stop! Keep filling my butt with cum!"
Uncontrollably, Freddie obeyed. His sweat dripped in a salty torrent onto the back of the redhead's neck. Neither noticed as the frenzy of orgasm seized them both.
The Sheriff was vigorously fucking Tern's upraised face. Not with the hammering in-out rhythm with which his deputy's cock was reaming Beth's satiny butt. He was literally screwing Terri in the mouth, circling his muscular cock around and around. Tears swam in Terri's eyes. Her jaws hurt horribly.
But she could feel from the tension and heat of the swirling prick that the sheriff was about to shoot his load at any second!
Her arms were numb from being tied at her back. How could she get him off quicker? She pulled her head away, tearing from his hands with a sudden surge of effort. The Sheriff growled and started to clutch at her. Then, frantically, she drove her face down hard onto the thick hunk of prick. "Oh, my God!" the sheriff gasped.
"Yeeaaggh!" Beth screamed abruptly. "My wrists are being rubbed raw by the cuffs-my ass is on fire from your cock-and I'm still coming!" The freely flowing jizz was leaking out of her tight asshole now, running coolly down her thighs and dripping onto the gravel. But Freddie was still coming, too, in the wildest orgasm of his brief life.
The girl's wail did the trick. "Shit," the sheriff said, and came.
When she had watched her father force Elena the cleaning girl to suck his cock, Tern had wondered what jizz tasted like. Now she found out. Acrid, salty-sweet, with what seemed to be a taste of chlorine like in a swimming pool, the tang of Wilson's jism filled her whole being as it shot into her mouth.
The man grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face down all the way onto his short, thick cock again. Then he held her there, immobile, as he hosed his jizz clear to her tonsils.
It filled her throat faster than her stomach could take it in. With the fat prick plugging her mouth, she was not able to spit any out. She swallowed again and again, till it seemed her belly would fill with jism.
At last the cock stopped its spraying. It gave two more pulses, then seemed to die in Terri's mouth.
Instantly it began to deflate.
Tern's cheek muscles seemed to sigh with relief as the outsized prick withdrew. Then the cock popped out. When it went from between Teri's lips it uncorked a gush of warm jizz, cascading over Tern's bare, heaving tits.
Freddie was worming his limp, spent prick out of her friend's butt now. He was being as careful as he could not to hurt her, ashamed perhaps of the ruthless, driving way he'd been fucking her delicate asshole moments before. In spite of his care, the girl was whimpering as pain returned, drowning the sweet sensations of climax.
Sheriff Wilson shook his prick with a burly hand. Come spattered Tern's face. Then he stuffed the dormant cock back into his pants and zipped them up. "Get these two young cunts in the car," he instructed his deputy, who was sheepishly climbing back into his own trousers beside the sobbing form of the anally-violated redhead.
Ignoring both Beth's sobs and the sounds of Terri throwing up his come in a spasm of revulsion, the sheriff walked around the side of the shelter.
"You boys can clear out now," he called to Vert and Bubba, lounging by the van smoking cigarettes. "You've made yourselves a deal!"
CHAPTER SIX
"Unnggah!" grunted Terri around a mouthful of steaming prick. Her jaws ached again, even though this cock was not nearly as thick as Sheriff Wilson's.
The concrete of the jailhouse floor was cold and hard beneath her knees. Then she felt a wash of heat from nearby and opened her eyes just as a second stiff prick poked into her cheek.
Eight feet away, Beth was shrieking in agony as a tall thin deputy seated in a chair dragged her ass down on his long, ungreased cock. "Hurry up," said a man standing beside the chair, wearing nothing but a uniform shirt. "I want to dip my prick into that fuzzy red cunt!"
Besides Sheriff Wilson and his handsome deputy Freddie Gatewood, the little mountain community had a police force of five men, ranging in age from early twenties to mid forties. The youngest man in the room had his prick plugged between Tern's juicy lips, while the oldest man was the one who stood with his blood-gorged prick pushing up the hem of his shirt, urging the man to impale Beth on his prick faster. Between them were the black-haired butt-fucker, the acne-scarred red-headed youth who was jabbing his prick impatiently into Terri's already cock-stuffed cheeks, and a heavy-set blond man who stood stark naked in the middle of the floor, pumping his fist avidly up and down the length of his pale cock. He was staring with bug eyes at the pink-lipped glory of Beth's pussy spreading out before his eyes like some exotic flower as the skinny deputy's arms pulled her the last inch onto his prick.
Tern pushed herself away from the tangled pubic hair of the youth with his prick in her mouth. The red, spit-bright prick wagged in the air. Then the girl's bobbed blonde hair was clutched by frantic fingers, her face turned to receive the spearing cock of the other man.
Knees bent, the senior deputy was easing his prick between the splayed lips of Beth's cunt. She was shaking her head from side to side. Her eyes were closed. A trickle of saliva ran from a corner of her slack mouth, and she made unceasing, small sounds of pain and fear.
The tall, lean deputy had grabbed Beth by the arm and pulled her over toward the chair. "Let's get it on, baby," he'd said. "Freddie says you got a mighty fine asshole. So why don't you just slip it on over my prick and show me!"
Beth tried to claw and bite, to kick her assailant in the crotch. He merely fended her off and laughed, showing bad teeth. Then a couple of others had come to his aid. He had sat down while the twisting redhead was hoisted in the air. His partners had poised her while he parted her squirming asscheeks and pulled her anus open with his thumb.
"No! No, please, no!" Beth wailed, her rage turning to fear. "At least grease your dick first! Don't stick it in me dry-AIIIIIEEEEE!"
With a white stab of pain, the rubbery head of the deputy's cock popped into the ring of Beth's asshole. Grinning, the other deputies had stood back to let the man's lust-fevered hands and gravity do the rest. Kicking and howling with pain, Beth had slid down the dry pole of cock.
The acne victim was fucking Tern's mouth so fast his hips were a blur. His whole body seemed to be shaking with passion. "Ohhhhh, baby," he yelped, "suck my big cock good!"
Braggart! Tern thought disgustedly. His cock wasn't big at all. It was the standard six inches of quivering prick meat, and after having had to take the Sheriff's huge prick into her face, Terri almost thought this one was tiny!
With a sigh of satisfaction, the older man felt his crotch bump into the gaping, wet lips of Beth's snatch. In spite of the pain in her cock-crammed butt, the girl's cunt had begun to water with lust when his eight inch prick was halfway into it. Now her lustful pussy juices flooded his groin, as oiled silk seemed to enfold his cock.
"Hey, I want some of that action too!" protested the plump blond man. The two men with their cocks fully embedded in Beth's lithe young body looked over her shoulder at one another. The doubly-fucked girl seemed oblivious to both of them. Her eyes were firmly closed and her small pink tongue peeked out of the corner of her mouth. She seemed to be relishing both the pleasure and the pain of the two cocks buried balls-deep in her body.
"Well, shee-it," the rangy assfucker had drawled, in imitation of the sheriff's west Texas twang. "0l' Sheriff Wilson done told us to share and share alike!"
With that he pushed his buns off the hardwood seat. The other man scooted back on his knees as he came out of the chair. "Hot fucking damn!" the older man exclaimed. "That is purely the strangest thing my old pecker has ever felt! This little bitch's cunt just oozes and slithers around my prick with every move we make. And I can feel your long prick stirring around in her little butthole, with the underside of mine. Jee-zus! That's nice!"
The other man'just grinned. He put his hand on the concrete floor to prop up the combined weight of the three of them, then tipped over onto his right side. The older man put his hand down too, easing the erotic triad to the floor.
"Ahh! Arrragghh!" cried Beth. "My asshole hurts, my pussy is in heaven! Every little move I make, sends pleasure and pain shooting all through my body. Oh, Ten-i, honey, this is really craaaa-zy! Ummph!" The last sound was made by the blond deputy sticking his cock into her opened mouth. Her head had been lifted to call to her friend, and was in perfect position to receive his prick.
She opened her eyes and rolled them. The plump man had hold of her hair and was pulling her head back and forth. Her lips slid up and down his slippery bar of prick. She sighed through her nose and settled in to tasting the experience of a triple fuck!
Ten-i's head was being whipped from side to side so fast her head spun. She had no sooner taken a cock in so hard and fast that its owner's balls slapped against her chin, then her head was jerked back, the cock had popped out of her mouth, and the other one inserted. "Hey, I saw her first!" the tow-headed youth cried.
"God dammit! Sheriff Wilson said we had to share!" retorted the pimply redhead. "I want her to suck on my cock too!"
The other man watched Terri swallow the redhead's cock. It wasn't long enough to make her gag, either. It did make her stomach churn a bit, but that might have been because she thought Pimple-face was pretty revolting. The white-blond youth wasn't half bad-looking, and Tern found herself thinking that his cock didn't taste half bad either. It was with relief that she spat out the other's prick and turned her head to receive the blond boy's long slimy shaft of cock.
Instead the youth put his hand on Tern's shoulder and pushed her down onto her back. The concrete made gooseflesh pimple her satiny skin. It was chilly.
"Let's have us a contest," the blond deputy suggested, jacking himself off one-handed. "Let's let big-boobs here suck both our cocks. Whoever comes first gets to shoot off in her mouth. The other guy'll just have to take himself in his hand!"
He chuckled. The red-headed, pock-marked youth glowered at him. Then he nodded abruptly. "All right," he said, steering his scarlet-tipped prick toward Terri's face. "Get your lips around my prod, baby! I'm ready for some real cocksucking!"
She reached up and took hold of his cock. She felt it throb in her fingers. The blond boy dropped to his knees with a thump and she took hold of his rigid prick too. Closing her green eyes, she lifted her head and opened her mouth wide to accommodate both greedy, swollen pricks at once.
Meanwhile, Beth found herself really digging her horny triple play. It was a real turn-on, knowing she was as full of hard, rampant, male cocks as a woman could be. The cock fucking in and out of her tight asshole still shot little streaks of pain tingling through her slim white body. The older man's cock filled her pussy with slippery fire. The prick stuck between her lips fucked in and out with an increasingly frantic motion. Her head was filled with the flavor of cock.
Beth's consciousness began to flow from her in an erotic stream. She was being fucked! The cocks in her ass and her oozing pussy were fucking against each other, twisting and thrilling the elastic membranes within her young body. This was tremendous! Though the muscles of her neck ached from keeping her head raised to take in the pudgy blond man's eagerly thrusting cock, she was aware of nothing but pleasure. Her pleasure was only accentuated by the pain of her butt being invaded by the unlubricated, skinny prick of the tall deputy.
Even as she closed her eyes contentedly, she felt the blond deputy's cock pulse warningly between her lips. Then Beth's head was filled with the salty-sweet sharpness of the come that coated her tongue like thick white oil.
Both younger deputies' pricks were jabbing in and out of her blonde friend's face. Terri's eyes bulged out the first time both had tried to fuck their hard pricks into her mouth. Together, the two cocks had pried the girl's jaws open as cruelly as the sheriffs massive prick had, and hot tears leaked from her blue eyes. Then the pricks had molded together under pressure, sliding more easily into the space between the girl's cheeks.
The two deputies seemed to be enjoying the novelty of it. They didn't seem to mind that their cocks were being pressed against each other, not as long as the lovely blonde teenager's tongue was roving thrillingly over each prick indiscriminately! They both knelt there, eyes closed. It was wild and wonderful, this girl sucking them both off at the same time!
Then the pimply redhead moaned and pulled his cock back abruptly. Tern's lips seemed to snap shut around the other boy's cock as it slipped free.
"Oh, man, she's sucking on my cock!" the towhead murmured. "She's sucking it so good! My cock is in her mouth all by itself, and it's getting all ready to come off. Wrap your tongue around the shaft of my prick baby-that's the way!"
"Hey, let me at her, too!" the redhead demanded. He shoved his partner to one side.
Aroused now by the sheer novelty of sucking two pricks at once-and by the taste and feel of firm, masculine cock between her lips-Terri moaned in disappointment as the blond young�ster's prick slid free. Shiny saliva dripped from its turgid length.
At once the other boy stuck his prick in Terri's mouth and began to face-fuck her. She took it passively for a few strokes. Her tongue remained coiled at the back of her mouth, away from the stabbing hardness of prick.
She remembered the bargain the two youthful deputies had made. The first one to come got to shoot his sperm into the buxom blonde prisoner's mouth.
And she didn't want the winner to be the gangly redhead with the leering, pock-marked face!
Snarling with frustration, the red-headed youth allowed the other young man to take his place. "She's not so hot," he growled, as Terri wrapped a now-avid smile around the new cock. "She just sits there and takes it in!"
The white-blond deputy was sighing with ecstasy. "You must have plugged your prick into another chick's mouth!" he said. "She's sucking my dick like a vacuum cleaner. And that tongue-that tongue-that uuuunnnnggggghhh!"
Terri felt his slim, muscular body tense. His cock was balls-deep in her mouth. His prick was quivering with need. The girl threw her arms around his taut ass and hugged him to her. It drove another half-inch of trembling stiff prick into her waiting mouth. Her tongue did an incredibly delicious dance with the rigid bar of prick.
"I win!" the boy sang, and shot his load.
"Jism!" Beth screamed. The plump man who had been face fucking her was sitting to one side, watching the live sex show with a strange light in his pale eyes. "Jism is filling my ass! You're coming up my ass! It bums like fire! Pump me full!"
Once again, having jizz pumped into her asshole by a prick was having an aphrodisiac effect on the red-headed girl. There was something about come that set her nerve ends on fire with ecstasy. Even when they had already been rubbed raw by an ungreased spar of cock fucking in and out of her asshole. Like some erotic catalyst, the jizz the deputy's long prick was squirting up her ass channel drove the girl mad.
"The pain is sweet!" she sang. "My ass hurts, but it hurts so good! I'm commmmiinnnng!"
Even as the last of the tall, sideburned deputy's cum leaked out her chock-full asshole, her pussy muscles clamped hard on the oldest man's cock.
The deputy thought he would have a coronary. He was in heaven already-he hadn't fucked a young cunt like this in years! He had almost forgotten what it was like.
The deputy groaned aloud. His hips jerked forward. His cock was buried still more deeply in Beth's pussy. His balls smacked wetly against her juice-soaked cunt.
"Holy shit!" he gasped. Then his cock spat out his thick wad of jism. The fury of his climax astonished him. He thought his prick would explode! Violently it jetted stream after stream of tight, dry, sand-papered asshole filled with come.
Lovingly, Tern licked at the tip of the blond boiling cum into the seething depths of Beth's cunt, while she cried out again and again at the delight of having both her needy cunt and youth's retreating prick. The cock was already softening after the most incredible climax of its owner's young life. The girl was still after him, too! he thought wonderingly. She was licking his jizz-coated prick head like some kind of meaty lollipop. And even though he had just shot his load into the prisoner's face, so furiously that it poured out of her mouth around his pumping bar of prick and drooled down onto her magnificent jugs, he could feel the stirrings of lust in his crotch.
"Hey, let me have some!" the redheaded youth said irritably. Terri kissed the other boy's cock one last time as he grabbed her and twisted her head to face him. "Now me-make me come like you did him!"
"Can't come in her mouth!" the towhead taunted.
"Uggghhahhh!" the other grunted, as he drove his prick home. He grabbed the short blonde hair on either side of Terri's head. "You ain't gonna give me a good blow job of your own accord," he snarled at her, "then I'm gonna rape your face till I come anyway!"
With that he began to pump her head back and forth on his stiff prick. He was pulling painfully on Terri's hair. His steely cock stabbed like a dagger in and out of her mouth. All at once she was filled with repulsion-for this ugly, ungainly, red haired young man who was abusing so crudely the privileges his deputy's badge gave him, true. But 'Terri was also disgusted with herself.
She had just finished sucking one boy off. And she had enjoyed it! Enjoyed being orally raped, used like a piece of meat to absorb the young man's lustful, pungent cum. Now she was being used again, this time more forcefully.
Why did this have to happen? What had she ever done? She had been spoiled, degraded-made to relish her degradation. Why, this time, they hadn't even needed to tie her up! She just dropped obediently to her knees and started sucking obediently on anything stuck in front of her face. She had even sucked on two cocks simultaneously.
In her former life, even the idea of another person doing something like that would have made the innocent young blonde sick to her stomach. She would surely not have been able to conceive of doing it herself.
"Urrrrrggggghhhh! Agggggkkkkk!" she gargled around the pistoning cock. The pubic hair around its base was coarse and red and tangled, like rusty iron wire.
"Oh yes, that's better," muttered the youth. "Whatever you were trying to say, keep saying it. It makes my cock feel unreal!"
"Not in her mouth," the other boy reminded him.
"But I'm so close," he protested. He fucked her rapidly now. It made a sound like a plumber clearing a drain with a plunger. "I'm all ready to get my rocks off right down this bitch's throat."
"No dice."
"Shit." He pulled back hard. His dripping prick wagged impatiently. A tiny droplet of sperm was already forming at its tip.
He was still holding painfully onto the girl's hair. The rampant cock stabbed against her now-closed lips as he pulled her to him. "Well," he said, "if I can't come in you, I'm sure as shit gonna come on you!"
He rubbed his cock all over Tern's upturned face. It even poked into her eye. She tried to turn her head away from the hot bar of prick, fucking over the satiny skin of her cheeks, her sealed lips, her pert nose. The redhead was laughing at her as he masturbated on her face. And he was about to come.
"Here you go," he called out. His cock jerked and spat. Hot liquid shot onto Terri's left cheek, right under her tightly-closed eye. The odor of jism was rank in her nostrils.
"Here-unh-here!" the young man grunted. "All over those red lips, baby! You don't want my come in your mouth, how do you like it smeared on those haughty lips of yours!"
A shot of come went up Terri's nose. She choked. The boy laughed louder, pressing his swollen, spurting cockhead against her upper lip.
Come was everywhere. It seemed to fill Terri's world in milky stickiness. A spurt hit her in the eye. More went onto her forehead, her hair, her eyebrows, dripping down to cover her face like thick white paint. The red-headed deputy's cock might have been less than massive, but his balls held an unbelievable quantity of jism.
And it was being smeared all over Terri's blood-drained face!
At last, satisfied with his handiwork, his lust temporarily exhausted, the deputy stepped back. His cock was limp in his hand. A stringy strand of jism dribbled from its tip.
He shook the cock and splattered jizz all over Tern's dripping face. Some went in her eyes. It stung.
"Oooh!" she cried. With her hands she began to wipe the stuff off. It was drying, getting gummy, sticking to her skin and caking in her hair. She felt filthy. She felt as if she would never again be clean.
She heard the pad of bare feet coming across the concrete floor. It was the deputy who'd just pulled his lanky cock from Beth's jizz-filled asshole.
"Your friend has a sweet little butthole," he told the prostrate girl. "Roll over and let me feel what yours is like!"
Remembering the pain of her father's raping her up the ass with his huge cock, Terri began to scream. Anything but that! She couldn't live through the pain of having a cock stuck up her butt again. It would kill her.
She began to scream helplessly. The other deputies came to their comrade's aid. They were laughing and joking crudely as they helped turn the struggling blonde onto her stomach.
She clawed at one, who fell back cursing. Someone slapped her stingingly across the ass. Then she heard a now familiar click of metal, and , in another second handcuffs snapped around her wrists, holding her arms behind her back.
The skinny deputy's cock was like a red-hot poker as he fucked it along the fun-ow between Ten-i's soft asscheeks. "I still got some cum on the old prick," he told her. "So it ain't as if this is going to be a dry fuck or nothing!"
Then the girl felt hands spreading the full demiglobes of her ass, felt her asshole being pulled open to receive the cock.
She screamed and screamed and screamed. It did no good.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Tern stared through the bars. The blue denim clothes she and her friend Beth had been given when the deputies had finished raping them scratched her tits and ass. She was scarcely aware of the discomfort.
Her hands dangled limp outside the cell. It was a tiny measure of freedom from the dank, musty cage. There was no freedom for the girl's soul, though. Nor freedom from the dull aches that filled her body and mind. Nor the hopelessness that tinged everything with grey-or was that just the drab, peeling paint of the cell walls?
Behind her, Beth tossed and turned restlessly on a thin pallet provided for sleeping. Terri envied her friend her resilience. The slim redhead had been on the road a longer time than Terri. And long before that she had learned to shift for herself, to accept and survive hardships as they came. Even being raped was nothing new for Beth.
But, then, in spite of Beth's outward calm, Terri knew that deep down inside, her friend was just as terrified as she was.
When they had been bundled, dressed in their new shapeless garments, into the prison cell, Beth had started protesting their treatment vehemently.
Sheriff Wilson had laughed so hard his paunch shook like jello. "Unconstitutional?" he guffawed. "Why, sure enough little lady, I do believe that's so. What're you gonna do about it?"
"I-I demand to call a lawyer!"
"Who're you to demand anything?" the sheriff had said with exaggerated patience. "You're just a poor little prisoner. You're a runaway, baby. You got no friends, no contacts-no one who knows or cares whether you live or die. Ain't nobody gonna do diddly-squat to help you. Shit, what if I did let you call a lawyer. How would you pay him? He sure wouldn't hand out his valuable time for free.
You had a hundred bucks between you when we picked you up-that ain't enough to get a lawyer to look at you, much less defend you in court!"
He had shoved Beth into the cell. Terri had followed listlessly. She knew the Sheriff was right. He as good as owned them now. And there was nothing either girl could do about it.
When the door had clanged shut, it had had a finality about it that made Tern break down and cry.
At least, Beth told her later, they were together. They had had visions of being thrown in with some kind of evil, reeking, filthy drunken pervert-or maybe a lesbian, who would try to make these soft, luscious young girls perform all kinds of twisted acts with her. Just thinking about it began to arouse Tern.
Her crotch felt tingly and warm. She slipped a finger inside the waist of her pants and felt her cunt. The golden fur was wet with the fragrant juices of her pussy. God, what am I becoming! I'm getting turned on, imagining what it would be like to be raped by this repulsive old fart!
Down the corridor, the door slammed open. Terri lifted her head in curiosity that turned quickly to alarm. "What the hell do they want with us now?" Beth asked, voicing the question Terri felt. "It's not time for another of those slimy meals!"
"You know what we want," came the big, booming voice of Sheriff Wilson. "Or else you two's dumber'n I had you figgered for!"
"Don't rub it in, Sheriff," Beth said wearily from the rear of the cell. "We know you've come to fuck us some more. Whether we like it or not."
The bulk of the Sheriff appeared along the line of cells. He was carrying a large black case of some sort. He set the case on the floor and bent down ponderously to open it. "That's the general idea, sugarbush," he drawled, opening the case. The pimply deputy followed him, with Freddie Gatewood bringing up the rear. Both were carrying more equipment.
"What the fuck?" Beth demanded, coming forward to peer through the bars. "That's a movie camera."
"Right again," the Sheriff nodded. "This time, we're not only gonna fuck you two, we're gonna do it on camera!"
Terri gasped and Beth cursed. "What the hell do you mean?" the slim redheaded girl asked.
Wilson was setting up a silvery tripod before the bars of the cell. "Well, havin' you two cunts here's real convenient for me and the boys-any time we want some fun, we just saunter down the hall and fuck the teenyboppers crosseyed, or make 'em suck our dicks, whatever. But then it occurred to me, why not make some money, too? And have some good old-fashioned fun at the same time?"
"I don't understand," Tern said blankly. She felt an uneasy constriction in her chest. Her ample boobs were rising and falling with an irregular beat as her breathing sped up with anticipation.
"Can't you see?" Beth asked dully. "They're making a fuck flick. A stag movie. And we, dear friend, are going to be the stars!"
"Smart girl," the sheriff approved, unlocking the door.
Terri took a step back as the fat man entered the cell. He leered at her. "C'mon in and join the fun, Freddie," he called over his shoulder. "I know you're gettin' sweet on this skinny redheaded bitch. So come take a crack at her while I tend to her big-titted buddy. Sime, you stay out there and run the camera like a good boy.
The pimply faced youngster-Sime-started to protest, but the Sheriff silenced him with a look. The deputy flushed and busied himself with adjusting the movie camera atop the tripod mounting. His face drained of color, Freddie Gatewood stepped past him.
"You're getting sweet on this skinny redheaded bitch!" The words seemed to ring in Terri's brain. That explained why Freddie had been hanging around. He had come to say hello after they had been pitched into the cell yesterday, had come again after dinner to exchange small talk with Beth. Terri had assumed he felt guilty for forcibly ass-fucking the girl. That he wanted to make up to her if he could.
But now she saw there was more to it than that!
Stubby fingers fumbled at the buttons of her faded denim shirt. It opened partway and the Sheriff stuck a hand inside. It closed around a jug. Terri moaned softly in spite of herself at the pleasant pressure on her ripe tit. She could feel the nipple hardening, pushing back against the Sheriff's moist palm.
Could this be their key to escape? Terri knew that Beth had taken a liking to the tall, shy deputy with the unbelievably long prick. Could she talk him into helping them get away from this jail, from this terrible hell in which their lithe young bodies were no more than pieces of meat, dripping cunts and swelling boobs, for the pleasure and profit of the gross Sheriff and his henchmen?
"Ooooooohhhh!" Terri groaned, and bit her lip. The Sheriff grinned all over his fat face as he rolled a marble like nipple between thumb and forefinger.
"You like that, baby? Me playing with your great big tit like that? Here, let the camera get a good look at those jugs!"
With that he tore the shirt open. Buttons shot out into the hallway and rattled around on the floor. Like two ripe melons, Tern's boobs bounced out into the room.
Sime licked his lips as he brought the glass eye of the camera to bear on the bobbling masses of titflesh. The nipples were like two pale eyes staring back at him with lustful abandon. Then Sheriff Wilson was at the boobs. He mauled them greedily with his huge hands, rolling and kneading and squashing the ample jugs. Tern bit her lip. Her shoulders began to roll of their own accord. They were trying to soak up every drop of pleasure possible from the manhandled tits.
"Getting turned on?" the Sheriff asked mock�ingly.
Tern's green eyes glowed with sheer hatred as her head nodded.
Laughing, Wilson yanked the shirt down over Tern's slim arms. The garment fell in a heap on the floor when he discarded it. Tern took the opportunity to break away by the sheer force of her will. She stood against the wall, panting, her boobs heaving and jiggling with both passion and fury. "No!" she cried, denying the unmistakable feelings of lust stirring in her pussy. "No! I won't do it! I won't let you get me turned on, so I'll fuck you for the camera! I don't want you to touch me-I want you to keep that big ugly cock away from me!"
Lumbering forward like a tank, the Sheriff grinned more broadly still. "Well, if that's what you want, I won't try to stick my big old cock in your cunt," he said. Then he grabbed her. She tried desperately to dodge, but the Sheriff moved with a speed that was almost incredible for a man as big as he was. Terri found her wrist trapped by a hand with the strength of a steel bear trap. "But you're still gonna get your pussy fucked by me!"
He twisted her arm up behind her bare back in a hammerlock. Terri screamed at the pain of her tortured joint. Grunting with the effort, Sheriff Wilson hauled the wildly struggling girl's other arm behind her. Then he cuffed them that way.
There was a loud rending sound as the Sheriff tore Tern's pants off. Her pussy fur seemed to glow in the near-twilight. The curly pubic hair around the slit of her cunt was matted with juices.
The Sheriff yanked her off her feet. Her bare butt smacked against the floor. Then he pulled the denims the rest of the way off over her flailing legs and threw them aside.
Tern's cunt was lewdly exposed to Sime and the camera. The grinning red-headed deputy was licking his lips as he focused on the pink pussy lips. The mouth of Terri's cunt was opened like a flower to meet the dawn by the girl's frantic kicks.
"Get ready to get fucked!" roared the Sheriff.
"Nooooo!" wailed Terri.
Instead of undoing his fly and bringing out that short but unbelievably massive cock, the Sheriff reached to his belt and whipped out his nightstick. It was eighteen inches long, its dark-stained hardwood length gleaming. Tern's eyes flew wide in horror at the sight of it.
"No! Please nooooo!" she shrieked, guessing at the Sheriff's intent. "Don't stick that club up my pussy! No, don't!"
With this wonderfully lewd spectacle being enacted, the leering cameraman didn't have much attention to spare for his fellow deputy and the redheaded teenager he had been ordered to fuck. But nonetheless, Freddie Gatewood was eagerly obeying the obese Sheriff's instructions. His lanky body was hard and sinewy as it lay atop Beth's. She felt her weight deliciously pressing down on her hard, cone-tipped jugs. She sighed as she spread her thighs to receive his fantastic cock.
Beth could feel it burning between her thighs like a firebrand. When the deputy had approached her, almost timidly, she had seen a light shining in his dark eyes. A light she knew was mirrored in her own! "I'm sorry," he said quietly.
"No, you're not," Beth replied cynically. "But don't be-I'm not. I want you to fuck me! I'm just dying to feel that great big prick of yours sliding up between my legs, sliding endlessly into my cunt Why, my pussy is all hot and dripping at the very thought of it-can't you smell it?"
The deputy looked dumbfounded. The teenager had already skinned her prison shirt off over her thin shoulders. Her tits were small and compact. The nipples were long and firm, jutting out toward Freddie's passion-flushed face like beckoning fingers. "Fuck me, Freddie!" she repeated, pulling down the faded denim trousers. Her cunt thatch was startlingly red against her milky-white skin. "Forget the camera, forget that fat pig of a sheriff. I need you to fuck the daylights out of me, right now!"
It was all the persuasion the young man needed. In a half second his pants were off and his ten inch prick was bobbing free. It seemed to still be growing and hardening before Beth's very horny eyes! In another half second the tan uniform shirt was flying across the cell and the deputy was naked.
Small hands tugged at the giant cock as Beth lay down on the pallet on the floor. Freddie felt his lust grow to a fever pitch as the .cool fingers closed around his prick. The feeling of the girl pulling him down by the cock as though it were a leash was simply unbelievable. He almost shot his wad then, all over the gaping mouth of Beth's pussy!
The splayed lips of the red-bearded cunt kissed the tip of Freddie's cock. His cock head was so hot and the oozing cunt sauces were so cool that Freddie half-expected to hear a hiss of steam rising from the girl's crotch as he plunged his throbbing cock into her pussy. "Yes, yes, yes! Fuck it into me, big boy-shove it up my pussy, all the way!"
Almost crazy with desire, Freddie gave Beth her wish. Holding himself up off her writhing white body, he slid his cock smoothly into the well-oiled tunnel of her cunt. His head swam with delight. The walls of her pussy seemed to flow like liquid fire to enfold his cock. It was paradise!
Beth was in heaven too. But it was almost too much! The great cock was scarcely half swallowed by her greedy pussy when she threw back her head and gasped. "So much!" she cried. "You've got so damned much prick! How did my poor little ass take it? My cunt is full to overflowing with your rock-hard cock!"
"Three inches to to," Freddie said, glancing down at their crotches. He got a thrill out of seeing his pole-like cock disappearing into the bush of Beth's cunt.
After what seemed to be a delicious eternity, Beth felt Freddie's weight come down on her body. The deputy's curly pubes tickled her pussy. With her sensitive pussy lips she felt the swelling at the base of that mighty cock and knew she was full, all the way full, of the most beautiful cock she had ever seen !
Terri's cunt was crammed full too. But not of cock! Sheriff Wilson was fucking the screaming blonde with his hard, cold, wooden nightstick!
"Get it out!" she shrieked. "Get that thing out of my cunt! It feels so strange!"
"Don't you like it, honey?" The sheriff's face was red with exercise and lust. Half the billyclub was shoved into the blonde-furred twat. Terri's delectable young body writhed around it. The metal of the handcuffs cut into her arms as she fought, futilely, to win her freedom.
She could almost feel the icy impersonal gaze of the camera on her cruelly violated cunt. Her struggles kept her long slim legs pumping the air, and she had an almost unobstructed view of the girl's pussy. The fragile pink flaps around her cunt hole were spread wide by the shaft of wood.
The Sheriff drove the stick in another inch. Terri wailed. He drove it in two inches more. Terri screamed.
"You got a foot of this here nightstick up your little pussy, honey," the Sheriff panted, licking thick, rubbery lips. "That's more cock'n you've ever had, that's for sure. Ain't it nice?"
Tears streamed down her pretty, pain-wracked face as she shook her head. "No!"
"Sure it is!" Two more inches of nightstick were forced into Terri's cunt.
"Aaaaiiiieeeeyyyyaaahhh!" she howled. "Get it out of my cunt! It hurts!"
Slowly the fat man screwed the stick out of Terri's pussy. He stirred the length of hardwood around and around as he pulled it free, stretching the elastic walls of the girl's pussy unmercifully. The chained girl cried out as if she were being burned alive. It was so hard, so unyielding.
"Well, looky there!" the sheriff smiled when at last all but the tip of the club had been withdrawn from the tortured snatch. "You got my old nightstick all greasy. Be sure an' get a good shot of this one, Sime!"
The red-haired deputy was drooling as he closed in. It was true. For over half its length, the baton was smeared with the dark juices from the depths of Terri's cunt.
"Admit it, baby, you like it!" the sheriff commanded. Tears flew as the naked, handcuffed girl shook her head vehemently.
The fat face turned purple. "Admit it!" he snarled. He slapped her across her tits with a resounding smack. "Admit that you liked it!"
Biting back a wail of anguish, Terri shook her head.
The Sheriff slapped her boobs again. His palm left huge burning red marks against the flawless white flesh of her tits. "You liked it! You got turned on from having my stick rammed up your cunt! Admit it! Say you did or I'll beat your tits to jelly!"
He hit her again and again. Her nipples burned. But the agony from her abused tits was terrific. But the pain wasn't the worst thing.
The worst was that Tern was still turned on. Was more turned on than ever!
"Yes," she sobbed. "Yes! I liked it. I love it! It hurts, but I want it! Fuck it into me again-please!"
The sheriff began to grind the stick back into her now-flooded pussy. He twisted the nightstick brutally this way and that. "What do you want?" he asked.
"Fuck me!"
"Is that all?"
"Yes-no! Hurt me! I want you to hurt me!"
"Too bad we haven't got a tape recorder, Sheriff," Sime husked.
"Maybe we "can use subtitles," the sheriff replied. He drove the club home in Terri's cunt with one vicious thrust. It went deeper than before.
The captive blonde girl's tits jiggled wildly as her back arched. Her stomach pushed into the air. Her body bent like a bow. And the pain in her voice was shot through and through with a shrill note of masochistic ecstasy!
As the obese sheriff settled in to fucking the squirming girl into a delirium of passion with the merciless wooden stick, her friend's voice rose to join hers. "Harder!" the red-headed teenager yelled. "Cram your prick in my cunt harder!"
The enormously long cock was already poling in and out of her hot cunt so fast it was a blur. It seemed to take forever for all of its mighty length to be swallowed by the mouth of her pussy. And it took just as long for it to come out again. His cock raked over the girl's swollen cit, filling her with all but unbearable pleasure.
"You've got a fantastic cunt, Beth, baby," muttered Freddie. He was sweating. His strong arms were wrapped around her pale body. Beth's firm conical tits were flattened against his hairy chest.
"The hair on your chest feels great on my fifties!" Beth exclaimed.
"I can feel those little nipples digging into me!" the deputy cried. "What a turn-on!"
Lewd plunging noises filled the cell, as plunging lengths of wood and cock fucked furiously at two eager, dripping, insatiable female cunts! The thick pungent smell of cunt juice hung like a fog. Beth's slim thighs and Freddie's crotch and solid belly were smeared liberally with the fragrant stuff. Tern's asscheeks shone with a coating of her pussy sauces where they faced the camera.
"I love it!" Beth suddenly shrieked. "I love having your great big cock pistoning in and out of my pussy! I love you, you wonderful fucker!"
"I love you too!" Freddie exclaimed. "Your pussy is so hot and tight! It fits my cock like a glove!"
"Yes! You fill my pussy so good! I've never had this much cock ... oohh! I'm about to-"
"Hurry up," choked the deputy, "I am .. . too!"
"COOOOMMMMMME!" Beth's voice soared like an air raid siren. Her back arched suddenly, lifting the combined weight of slim young girl. and tall deputy off the pallet.
"Shit!" gasped Freddie in utter amazement. The entire mighty length of his prick was suddenly squeezed by Beth's cunt.
Ripples of orgasm slithered up Beth's pussy. Tight rings of rubbery flesh seemed to suck on the cunt-buried, ten-inch prick. It was too much for any man's self control. Freddie Gatewood's breath came out between his teeth in a protracted hiss, and he came.
The violence of Freddie's climax seemed to shoot seething jizz all the way to the girl's throat. In one gigantic pulse the fountaining cock had filled the entire channel of Beth's pussy. It bubbled like lava from around his quivering cock, drooling down over Beth's ass as she wrapped her legs around the deputy's waist to take still more of that maddening, delicious, coming cock!
Beth's already violent orgasm suddenly became an electrifying frenzy. She flopped and thrashed and moaned through clenched teeth. Freddie had to cling for dear life even to keep the endless shaft of his exploding prick safely nestled in her wildly climaxing cunt.
It was as if he had plugged that remarkable prick into a milking machine. He could no more speak than could his red-haired partner. All he could do was come and come and come, savoring the sensations of the most incredible orgasm he'd ever had.
The nightstick rubbing over Terri's engorged clit soon had her writhing and crying out as well. That, and the harsh, brutal way the sheriff was twisting the stick in her springy-walled cunt. It was stretching her sensitive tissues in ways she could never have imagined.
The tears were flowing freely down her cheeks. Pain and pleasure warred in her constantly-moving, well-padded body.
Pleasure won.
"GOD!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. Then she came.
Beth's orgiastic cries were dying away. Coming into the cell, Sime managed to get Terri's cuntlips actually pulsing in and out like a sucking mouth as they tried to take in more of the deep-driven nightstick down on film. The honeys of her lusting, coming pussy flooded from the blonde-bearded cunt mouth.
"Well, that's that," the sheriff pronounced with satisfaction. He stood up and stepped back, leaving the nightstick half embedded in Terri's cunt. The handle clacked against the concrete floor.
"When you can drag that firehose cock of yours out of that sloppy cunt," the sheriff told his sexually-exhausted deputy, "c'mon over here and help me. I want to chain these two bitches nose to tail like, so's Blondie her can clean out Red's cunt with her tongue and Red her can, uh, sort of lick her friend's wounds. Make a helluva second reel!"
Terri was too lost in a heavenly oblivion of pleasure to hear him. But not Freddie. His afterglow burst like a bubble at the sound of his superior's voice.
Face white, he turned and lifted his head to look at the Sheriff. Cool air washed over their sweat clad bodies as his chest came off Beth's pointy boobs.
Sheriff Wilson was standing over the naked blonde girl with a nasty smirk on his face. Freddie looked back down at the placid, pretty young face of the runaway he had just fucked so soundly, whose sperm her cunt had drunk so greedily. Who had stolen his heart.
When he looked at the Sheriff again, his Adam's apple was working up and down.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"I won't do it, Sheriff," Deputy Freddie Gatewood said unsteadily. "You can fire me for it if you want, but I just can't do it." He stood up and began dressing. His cock hung like a length of cable between his skinny thighs. Gooey cum and shiny cunt juice dripped from the dangling end of the massive prick.
All Wilson did was throw back his head and laugh. In a minute or so Freddie was back in his uniform, tucking the tail of his shirt into hastily-zipped pants. With one last glance at Beth, lying naked and sated on the floor with the mixture of her pussy oils and his jism leaking from her slack pussy lips he went out. There was a world of meaning in that glance.
As the door at the end of the corridor clanged shut behind the departing deputy, the sheriff turned to his other subordinate, the red-headed. pimply Sime, who stood grinning with the camera in one hand. "You give me a hand," he ordered. "Leave the camera for now."
"Sure thing, Sheriff." The youth was almost drooling.
Terri was roused from her daze by the sudden warmth and weight of another body pressing down on hers. She moved, the motion stirring the nightstick implanted in her cunt and sending a fresh jolt of pleasure stabbing into her pussy. She moaned softly as her sweet pussy oils began to flow anew.
After a brief, futile attempt to break free when the obese sheriff and his lanky, unpleasant deputy picked her up, Beth hung limp in the men's strong arms. What the hell? she thought. I've never eaten pussy before. I guess it won't kill me.
Deep down inside, she realized with a start, she was getting turned on by the idea of lapping her friend's cunt. She really dug the taller, more buxom, golden-blonde teenager.
And like the other girl, the experiences and degradations of the last few days had had a liberating effect of sorts on Beth. She was not even slightly bothered by the fact that the camera would be taking down every detail of her tonguing and sucking on Terri's pussy! Only that the brutal, corrupt sheriff and his henchmen would be profiting from it.
Something scratchy was lying on the lush cushion of Terri's boobs. She opened her eyes. The pink, scarlet-furred, jism-slobbering mouth of Beth's cunt was staring her in the face. She cried out in surprise.
Beth sighed as the other girl's breath feathered over her cuntlips. Strong hands drew her arms out so they were parallel to the tanned, widespread legs. Then the Sheriff brought out two pairs of cuffs. Cold steel encircled Beth's wrists as one pair was cuffed to each, and then her arms were shackled to Tern's slim ankles. She was held quite effectively with her own face pressing into Tern's soft, toast-colored cunt bush. The aroma of the girl's aroused pussy drifted to the redhead's nostrils.
"Oooooh," breathed Terri as the Sheriff drew the cunt sauce-smeared night stick out of her pussy. Uncorked, a stream of oils ran down onto the floor in glittering streams. Then a broad hand lifted her head and slipped a pillow beneath it.
Her face was now almost touching the crimson slash of Beth's cunt. The heady odor of cunt awakened the blonde. She turned her head, trying to twist away. "Nooo!" she moaned. "Nnnn-ahh! Don't make me put my mouth on her pussy!"
Her arms ached behind her back. She tried to get them around to push herself away from the other girl's snatch. Then she was forcibly reminded that they were cuffed.
"We've got to do it, Terri darling," Beth said. "Here, let me show you ... " She put her head forward and down.
The bristly hair on Tern's pussy mound scratched her chin. She pushed her mouth in amongst the golden strands of pubic hair. Something wet and slippery touched her upper lip. She opened her mouth. "Aaaaahhhhh!" Tern sighed. "That feels nice!"
A strange taste filled Beth's mouth. It was strong, almost overpowering. But, after a first instinctive rush of nausea, Beth realized it was not at all unpleasant.
It tasted kind of nice, in fact!
She put out her tongue. It touched the juicy pussy lips. An electric current seemed to run through the other girl's plushly-padded body. Slowly the tongue teased the frilly cunt flaps open. It slipped thrillingly between.
"Ooouunnnnhhhh! It's in my pussy! A girl's tongue is in my pussy. What's wrong with me-I like it!"
"Return the favor, then," the Sheriff said quietly. "Lick your pal's hot little box!"
"C-aaahh! Can't!" Terri shook her head. "Not right!"
Beth's tongue was as far out of her mouth as it would go. It plumbed far up into the depths of Tern's cunt channel. The warm, oily tube of the blonde girl's pussy seemed to move around the teasing, invading tongue. Beth's mouth was filled by the warm rush of oils from the yellow-bearded cunt.
Gobbets of jizz were washed from Beth's gaping cunt before Tern's eyes by a renewed flow of her own cunt lubricants. The smell of pussy clogged the bigger girl's nose. The hot sauces dripped from the slash onto the bare flesh of Terri's chest.
Her own pussy was awash with the juices of desire. Beth's tongue played divine music in Terri's cunt. What was wrong with returning the favor? Terri wondered. She liked Beth, she had given pleasure with her mouth to people she had liked a whole lot less-like the sheriff. She shuddered in disgust at the very thought of having that cock forced between her jaws, filling her mouth.
Above her came a sound like leather sliding over cloth. A second later the air was split by a vicious whistle-crack! Beth's body jerked as though stung. The redhead shrieked right into Tern's pussy.
Pleasure electrified the blonde's body. She seemed to blank out momentarily. Then she heard the sound of leather cutting through the air once again.
Sheriff Wilson's thick belt slapped cruelly across Beth's upturned asscheeks. She cried out again. The noise was muffled by her mouthful of Terri's cunt. "You hear that?" the Sheriff demanded. "You eat cunt like you been told, sweetheart. Otherwise I'm gonna whip the skin right off this little redheaded bitch's freckled little ass!"
For emphasis he slashed Beth across the rump once again with brutal force. Her whole slender body seemed to come alive with pain. Her squirming bush rasped Terri's nipples.
Instantly the little marbles of titflesh were hard. It wasn't only sympathy for her friend that made Terri open her mouth for a searing kiss to Beth's soaking cunt. It was lust too, and a ravening hunger!
The air currents washed stingingly over the red welts on Beth's ass. She waited tensely for another awful blow to fall. God, that was terrible! She knew now how Terri had felt when Verl had abused her body with a length of knotted rope in the back of the speeding van.
Cut juice ran over Beth's chin. Then a new sensation washed over her. Not agony this time, but sheer undiluted pleasure as Terri tongue-kissed her oozing cunt!
Beth squealed and buried her face in her friend's pussy. Her buttocks suddenly clamped together and she rolled her ass, pushing her cunt back against Tern's mouth. She was coming! The lovely blonde had scarcely touched her lips to her brimming snatch before her brain and body were filled with the sweet sensations of orgasm!
Frantically, she gnawed on the lacy inner lips of her friend's cunt. Her tongue roved maddeningly the length of the gash, coming to rest at last in the vee of pink flesh at the upper end of Ten-i's cunt-slash.
It was her turn to press the clit-button. With the tip of her tongue she did so.
It was like pressing the detonator to a charge of dynamite. Terri's ripe, luscious body exploded in pleasure. An unfamiliar brand of ecstasy possessed her-pure ecstasy, whipped into being by a woman's knowing tongue on the sensitive node of her clit, in the folds of her cunt!
The two gobbled for glory. Cunt juices and salivas mingled and ran down Ten-i's chin, across Beth's upper lip. One fabulous multicolored orgasm possessed them both. Mouths pressed to cunts, the two shook with the trembling fury of their mutual climax.
While the shuddering, ecstatic frenzy of their coming was filling the glass eye of the movie camera, the Sheriff had slipped away. Neither girl was aware of his absence. Neither was aware of anything but the feel of the other's warm flesh as thighs clamped down around heads, the pungent taste and smell of each other's cunts, and the earthquake tremors of delight that lived in their own pussies.
Something scrabbled down the hallway. Sime looked up from the viewfinder of his camera. He saw the fat figure of Sheriff Wilson and the thing that accompanied the sheriff. He smiled from ear to protruding ear.
"Snack time's over," the Sheriff drawled. "I think the blonde slut is the one we want for this next part. Chain her to the bed!"
Still holding the camera, Sime walked up to the cunt-eating pair and rolled them onto their sides with the toe of his boot. Neither hesitated in her frantic consumption of the other's pussy. Sime gave the camera over to the sheriff and then stooped down.
The click of metal releasing that meant freedom for Tern's aching wrists brought her out of her haze of passion. She looked up happily from the other girl's pussy. Beth's cunt sauces were smeared all over her face.
With a screech of metal Sime dragged a low bed-more of a cot-over to the bound pair. Beth's head was still dipped between her friend's thighs. Noisy slurping sounds filled the air as the redhead continued to munch on Terri's pussy.
Then her slim wrists were freed and she was no longer handcuffed to Tern's legs. Sime lifted the heavier girl away from her. The cunt slid lingeringly off the stiff tongue, leaving it jutting out into the afternoon gloom.
"Mmmm, that's good!" exclaimed Beth, licking the remnant's of Terri's pussy from her lips. Unthinkingly, Terri felt herself drawn over the low bed crosswise. Her plump ass was perched right on the edge of the bed. Her arms were drawn out and her wrists cuffed to the legs at opposite ends of the bed. Then Sime came around and began to cuff her slender ankles to the legs on that side, so that she was spread-eagled, naked, with her pussy flowering open toward the whirring camera that Sheriff Wilson held aimed at her one-handed.
About then Beth awoke from her delightful afterglow. Her blue eyes opened and flicked lazily around, half-lidded. They they shot open.
"Terri!" she screamed. "Oh God, Terri, that fat sonofabitch has got a dog!"
It hit the blonde girl immediately. The terrible degradation they had in store for her.
They were going to have a dog fuck her.
On camera!
She kicked wildly, but only one slim leg remained free. Easily, Sime dragged it down and cuffed it in place. Terri was held immovably, her body bent like a bow, her belly and tits jutting toward the low ceiling. Her cunt was open, exposed to the lusting gaze of the black and tan German shepherd that strained at the end of the leash the sheriff held in his other hand.
"No! Don't do it! Don't let them do it Beth!"
The slight redhead gathered herself and sprang like a tiger at the sheriff, unconcerned for her own safety. Her nails were outstretched to claw the fat man's eyes out, but then Sime's arms were wrapped around her and she was lifted bodily from the floor. She could feel the stiff bar of his aroused prick stabbing her in the ass.
"Cuff that one to the bars," the Sheriff ordered, "and don't mess around with her yet. You got to take over the camera."
When this was done, Wilson handed the device to his deputy. Then he stepped forward as it clicked into life. "Yipes! It's cold!" shouted Tern as the dog thrust its wet black nose full into her twat. "It's slimy!"
"Sure 'nough," agreed the sheriff. He smiled. "This here's Baron, our dope dog. He likes to fuck human chicks."
Terri was in a frenzy of fear and horror. "Get him away!" she shrieked. She threw her body around till the springs of the rough bed creaked and her joints threatened to tear from their sockets, but to no avail. The cuffs held her firmly.
The dog lapped at her cunt, his long pink tongue taking long strokes at the vulnerable mouth of her cunt. She wailed and thrashed. He licked faster.
"Now he's getting turned on," murmured the sheriff.
Baron bunched himself and lunged. Terri gasped as his weight came down right on her stomach. Then his hairy forelegs were gripping her slim waist, and he was stabbing at her cunt with his short, greasy, blood-red prick.
The hard tip of the dog's cock was as slimy as his nose. With sick horror Terri felt it poke again and again against the widely-splayed lips of her pussy. The fur on his barrel chest and flat belly rasped Terri's tender skin. He seemed practically out of his canine mind with horniness. Maybe I'll be spared, the girl thought. Maybe he's so horny that he'll come off without ever getting his cock in my pussy! The idea of having the dog's cum shot all over her pussy mouth wasn't very appealing, but it was infinitely better than the idea of that animal cock fucking into her cunt!
And then it happened. The cock plunged between the still-dripping cuntlips. It slid home all the way with a wet slurp! The dog hesitated for a moment, as though surprised at the sudden warmth enfolding his rampant cock. Then he drooled hot saliva onto Terri's jugs and began to fuck her like crazy.
Terri's scream at her cunt's being penetrated by a dog's cock was delayed action, just like the beast's mad outburst of fucking.
"Aaaaaiiiiiyyyyaaaahhhh! I can feel it! His cock is fucking in and out of my snatch! Oh Beth, oh! I'm ruined for life! A dog is fucking my poor pussy and I'll never be clean again! Oh Beth, somebody, please help me!"
"You bastards!" gritted Beth. Her arms were cuffed behind her back and the chain ran around one of the vertical bars of the cell. When she threw herself forward she was brought up short by a nasty wrench on her arms.
"This is all going down on film, Blondie," the Sheriff reminded the shrieking girl.
Baron the dope dog certainly seemed to relish plunging his cock into human pussy. His bloodshot eyes rolled in his narrow skull. His breath came like a billows. His breath blew hot across the sensitive satiny skin of Terri's big jugs.
"He's fucking me! So fast-his cock is going in and out of my pussy so fast! Oh, he's fucking me fast! I never dreamed anybody could fuck that fast!"
Could it be true? The others in the room exchanged surprised glances. Even Beth's brow wrinkled.
There was no mistaking the new note in Tern's shrill voice.
She was getting turned on!
"I'm going crazy!" she yelled. "Oh Beth, what's wrong with me? I'm enjoying it now! I like having a dog screwing my cunt!"
Beth shook her head. She could barely face the realization that the downy inner surface of her thighs were damp with a fresh torrent of cunt juice dribbling from the slack mouth of her twat. The sight of Terri getting furiously fucked by the big dog was making her hot too!
"Yes, yes! Harder! Fuck me harder! He's doing it-how can it be possible! He just keeps fucking me faster all the time!"
The sheriff took out a soiled white handkerchief and mopped sweat from his brow. Sime was holding the camera one-handed and jacking off unabashedly with the other.
Cunt juice flew in a fine spray as Baron hammered his prick in and out of Terri's lathered cunt. "Ooh! Ahl C-can't hold out! Gotta come," Terri grunted. She was hoarse with the lust that controlled her soul completely. "Him too ... can feel it ... gonna spray his jism . . . up . . . my pussy-aaaaannnnhhhh!"
The fast-paced friction of the dog's rigid, small prick on Terri's swollen clitoris sent her over the edge. Her cunt clenched so hard and fast it squirted the slippery dog prick right out. But in a fraction of a second Baron had fucked urgently back into her pussy. The cunt was contracting with violent muscular surges, pumping hard on the thrusting cock.
"I can't stop coming!" Tern raved. "Jesus! Jism! Dog cum-my cunt is being filled with a dog's nasty sperm! It bums like fire! Fuck me, doggie-keep me coming!"
Sime was on his knees at the foot of the bed, giving the camera a close-up of the inflamed dick fucking vigorously at Terri's golden-haired cunt. Gobs of white cum drooled out around the plunging bar of cock. The length of Baron's canine prick was streaked with lines of his jism dissolved in the oils lubricating Terri's pussy.
In his orgasmic frenzy Baron pulled his cock free of Tern's climaxing cunt again and this time was unable to get it back in. Unperturbed, he fucked the underside of his pulsing prick over the girl's ripe, swelling cunt mound. Milky jism continued to spew from the tip of his cock. It splattered clear to her arched belly. Drops of dog jizz dewed the tangled strands of Terri's cunt bush.
The girl was gasping as her passion spent itself in lustful orgasmic throes. The dog's prick spat a few last droplets, and then the beast dropped back on all fours. He sniffed twice, contentedly, at Terri's overflowing pussy. Then he trotted out of the cell and down the hall.
"That's enough!" the sheriff yelled, unzipping his pants with uncertain fingers. "Drop that camera and shove your cock up Red's pussy. Don't want your jizz all over the damn cell floor!"
He finished undoing his uniform trousers and slipped them down his bulky thighs as Sime unshackled Beth. She offered no resistance as he slipped the cuffs around the bars and then recuffed her so that she was no longer held up to the bars. When he pushed her down onto the floor she landed with her ass up in the air.
"Go ahead and fuck me, Pimple-face," she panted. "You're ugly as shit, but who cares!"
Greedily, Sime fucked his cock into her ripe and ready snatch. At the same moment the sheriff dropped to his knees before her face. She lifted her head and her eyes went round at the sight of his enormously thick prick.
"You just sick on my big old dick, baby," the sheriff crooned. "Let your friend simmer in her own juices a spell!"
After that there were no sounds in the room, but the noisy wet sounds of Sine fucking Beth's cunt from behind while she sucked ravenously on the sheriff's mighty cock. Those, and the rhythmic, hopeless sobbing of Terri as the fury of her lust died away, leaving her alone with the cold knowledge of what she had just done.
CHAPTER NINE
"Hey, wake up!" The earth seemed to be shaking. Slowly, Tern began to stir. "Wake up, Terri!"
It was Beth's voice, low and urgent. The blonde girl dimly realized her shoulder was being shaken. She pried her eyelids apart with an effort of will.
"Wha-whatsamatter?"
Her friend's slender figure was bent over her. The single light bulb in its wire cage burned on the ceiling, silhouetting the redhead in its glare. Beth straightened up. Terri looked past her. , The green eyes opened fully. Tern was at once wide awake. The door to the cell was wide open!
A man stood just inside the cramped cell. It took the girl's sleep-fuddled mind a while to recognize Deputy-now ex-Deputy-Freddie Gate-wood, without the tan uniform he had worn before. He was dressed in slacks, a light blue shirt, and a denim jacket against the mountain chill.
Tern's heart soared. "Is he-are we-" in her surge of wild hope her words became tangled.
Beth shook her head. "He's come to help," she said. "But we've got a problem."
"I came on my motorbike," Freddie said quietly. "I got by the men on night duty by telling them I wanted to pick up my things. I can smuggle one of you out, and we can get away on my bike. But only one."
Tern's spirits fell as quickly as they had risen. "A person trying to get away on foot would be tracked down and recaptured easily. Also, neither of you know these mountains, and you could get hurt running around in the middle of the night by yourself." The deputy paused and smoothed a stray lock of hair back with his hand. "Besides, if one of you stays behind, it'll give the other a better chance of getting away. We can bunch up blankets on one cot to look like a sleeping person, but only with one real prisoner in the cell can we be sure of fooling anybody who comes to check."
"So we have to decide
" Beth let the words trail away. The rest was obvious.
One and only one of the teenaged girls was going to be able to escape the bondage of sexual slavery in which the evil Sheriff Wilson held them. The other had to stay behind. To await some sort of miracle to effect her release. And also, perhaps, to bear the brunt of the Sheriff's displeasure at losing one of his captives.
Beth and Freddie exchanged a silent look. That decided Tern.
"I'll stay," she said simply. "Tern-" Beth began to protest.
"No." The blonde held up her hand. "You two belong together. I can see it in your eyes. You go."
"Maybe we can get help for you," Freddie said in a low voice. "Who can we get in touch with?"
"My-" Terri stopped abruptly. Who could they got to? For all she knew she was being hunted for the murder of her father. Ironically, she was where the law would never find her-in jail, a secret captive of a corrupt country sheriff.
But what did it matter if they did catch her? Nothing could be worse than being trapped forever in this carnal prison.
Quickly, then, she told the whole story to Beth and Freddie. Their eyes filled with sympathy to her plight. "You did the only thing you could do," Freddie nodded when Terri had finished. "We'll goto your uncle and tell him everything. If he's a state senator, maybe he can use his influence to get you off easily on any charges from that thing with your father. And he can certainly get you out of this hell-hole!"
"Tern, I don't know what to say," Beth said, her voice quaking with emotion. "I don't know how I can ever repay you."
"Just go!" Terri almost shouted. "Before I change my mind!" With those words of farewell she turned and threw herself down on the bed.
She heard the cell door close softly behind her back. Footsteps retreated down the hall. Another door closed.
She was alone. More alone than she had ever been.
Then the tears came. But the crying exhausted her, and soon Terri sank into a deep sleep. Fortunately, she did not dream.
* * *
"Damn you!" the Sheriff roared as he drew back his meaty hand for another slap. "Damn you, you conniving little hot-pants bitch!"
Tern's head rocked back from the blow. Her eyes were dry. She would not give the sadistic sheriff the satisfaction of seeing her cry if she could help it.
Her experiences had degraded her, made her submit willingly and even joyfully to sexual acts that would once have turned her stomach. Sucking cocks, being fucked up the unwilling asshole, eating Beth's pussy . . .being fucked by a dog. But somehow, also, her experiences had given her a strength of will she had never know she had possessed.
Or perhaps she had simply been pushed to far.
Seeing that slapping Tern had no effect on the girl, the sheriff reached forward and slid blunt fingers into her shirtfront. He yanked hard. Buttons popped explosively as the garment came down around Tern's upper arms, baring her beautiful boobs to his angry but lusting gaze. Still his victim stood erect, defiant.
The Sheriff laid a heavy hand on one ample tit. He felt the nipple beginning to harden beneath his palm. Tern bit her lower lip and looked pensive.
Suddenly he cocked his arm back and slapped her right across the boobs. She was able to stifle the outcry only by sheer force of will. Tears filled her lovely eyes.
And then he was all over her, whether he was driven by lust or fury or some devil's brew of both, Terri didn't know. He literally tore the rough prison garments from her shuddering body. His hands roved over her naked body, kneading and mauling her sweet pliable flesh. Her tits he rolled under his palms till she moaned with pleasure, then pinched cruelly with steel-strong fingers so that Tern cried out despite her determination not to.
Then a broad hand clamped over her pussy mound. A finger_probed between her pussy lips, into the luscious moist flesh of her cunt. It came out sopping wet.
The Sheriff roared and gave the girl a brutal shove. She spun, losing her balance, and fell face down across his large oaken desk, along with a low bench and a sturdy swivel chair.
She felt a crushing weight come down on top of her. The sheriff's fat cock, rock-hard with desire, poked into the soft furrow between her asscheeks as he fumbled for her wrists. She struggled, but found her arms caught in his massive paws, drawn downward, till they were handcuffed to the legs of the desk. She was pinioned on the unyielding wooden surface. Her big pillowy boobs were squashed on the green felt blotter.
Breathing heavily, the sheriff slid off his victim's warm, yielding body. Her white asscheeks, startlingly pale against the golden tan of the rest of Tern's body, jutted up like twin mounds of vanilla ice cream. Tufts of yellow cunt hair showed at the juncture of her firm thighs.
"You're gonna pay, bitch," the sheriff growled. "You won't tell me where that little red-headed cunt got off to, or who helped her get out. You think she's your friend, huh? You don't want to blow the whistle on her, on account of she's your friend?"
He came around the desk and grabbed her by the hair, dragging her head back till her neck creaked. "Well, she sure as shit ain't no friend of yours, honey, `cause what she ran out and left you to face all by your lonesome is something you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy!"
Terri spat in his face.
With a bellow of rage the sheriff released her head. It fell forward to hang over the edge of the table. Gazing at the floorboards, Terri heard the fall of the big man's booted feet.
Then something whistled through the air at bit at her naked, vulnerable ass like a scorpion's sting.
"Aaaaaahh!" Terri cried out, and then she caught herself. The pain was incredible! It was as much worse than the whipping Verl had given her with the knotted length of nylon rope as that had been worse than a spanking. But still she fought to keep her self-control.
Something was shaken right before her nose. It was so close it took her eyes a second to focus. When they did, she saw a short, braided black whip coiled like a serpent in Wilson's huge hand.
"See this, baby?" he said. "It can strip the skin right off that silky backside of yours. And that's exactly what it's gonna do! I'm gonna whip your ass till I get too horny to go on. Then I'm gonna jam my cock in hard and fuck your tight little twat till I get my load off. Then I'm gonna start whipping you some more!" He laughed coarsely. "That's your reward for helping that skinny bitch escape!"
He raised his brawny arm and brought it down. The leather whip was laid right across Terri's snowy asscheeks. "nnnnnnhhhhhhh!" she moaned, clenching her teeth to keep from screaming. Snap-crack! it went again. A third fiery red line joined the welts on her tender flesh. Still, the bound girl did not yell.
"Playing the tough girl?" the sheriff asked. "See how you like this, then!" The whip cut viciously through the air once again. Straight and true flew the lash.
It slashed right down between the rounded buttocks and kissed Tern 's asshole like a tongue of fire.
"Yeeiiaaahhh!" she shrieked, unable to contain the wail of sheer agony.
Wilson hit her on the ass crack again. This time the girl somehow bit back the cry. The sheriff shifted his aim. The next blow of the whip cracked the wicked leather tip right on Terri's butthole.
It was as if fire ants were biting the tightly-clenched ring of flesh. Terri's screech threatened to raise the roof.
The sheriff began to lay it on in earnest. The squirming, howling, naked girl never knew where the next stinging blow would land. On her rump, on the scarlet crack between the plump globes of her butt, or right smack on the super sensitive portal of her ass. The leather thong began to bite at her thighs, too. It tormented the soft flesh on their insides till she was wiggling them farther and farther apart in a futile attempt to escape further punishment. The desktop ended halfway down her thighs, and her bare feet kicked at the air.
In a way Tern was almost relieved to have the sheriff flog her thighs. It was better than having him flay her poor asshole. Then she found out why he had changed his target.
With Terri's thighs parted, her furry cunt was exposed. Grinning and sweating, the sheriff lashed the whip right into the girl's cunt.
It was as if gasoline had been poured in her open pussy and ignited. She shrieked till it seemed her lungs would burst. Fanned by the captive girl's hideous cries, the sheriff whipped her bared pussy harder and harder.
"No! You're ripping me aprt! You're ruining me! A a a a h- a a a h h h-AAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
Finally the brutal flagellation of her nerve-filled cuntlips ceased. In a flame-shot haze of pain, she felt consciousness slipping away. She welcomed oblivion.
It was denied her. Pain coursed through her as something touched the raw pussy lips. Then they were forced apart and her entire body was wracked by the strain as something monstrously huge invaded her pussy channel.
"Yaaahh!" she cried. "Stop-get it out! Can't take it!"
"Just my big old cock," the sheriff grunted. He looked down at where the thick plug of prick disappeared between the tortured glowing asscheeks. "I told you what I was gonna do.
Watching you writhe around like that got me hotter than the time I tied this Mexican chick to a hotplate. So now I'm gonna fuck you crosseyed. Oh, and one more thing . . ." He paused for effect. "I lit me a cigar just now. I already got a nice, hot red coal at the end. After I get my rocks off I'm gonna do me some fancy branding on your ass before I use the whip any more. How's that sound?"
Tern's answer was a great heaving sob.
Puffing the cigar like a runaway locomotive, the sheriff started fucking. Short, powerful strokes drove his cock in and out of her almost-virgin cunt channel. And while the first few strokes of his prick were almost painful from the dryness of Tern's pussy, in a few seconds the entire length of her cunt-channel was swimming in the juices of her lust!
The experience was unbelievable. The pain of that enormous cock invading Terri's ungreased cunt was soon over powered by the pleasure of it. What a cock! Terri had never had anything like it stuffed into her pussy before! It stretched the elastic, oily cunt walls to the breaking point, but the feeling was delicious. And all that cock crowded into her tight pussy seemed to crush the life from her inflated, eager, pulsating clit!
"Do it, keep doing it to me!" she moaned. "I don't care what comes next just keep fucking me with that giant prick!"
"I surely-uggh-will," the sheriff promised.
With one hand resting on an inflamed asscheek for leverage, he took the cigar in the other. "But remember, I'm gonna burn my initials on your sweet little bottom as soon as I've finished this fantastic fuck!"
"It's worth it!" the girl panted. She was out of her mind with the pleasure that gigantic cock was pounding into her body. "FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
The sheriff did. He grunted and groaned and rolled his eyes like a rutting boar. And she squealed and bucked her hips and rolled her ass around and around that big bar of cock as though her plush rump was mounted on ball bearings. She gave her tormentor the fucking of his life!
And then she came.
It was as if the sheriff had fucked his tremendous prick into a vacuum cleaner. The contraction in Terri's cunt when she came sucked a vast whoosh of jism right out the end of his prick. His gasped as the message of orgasm hit his brain, and then he pumped load after load of steaming cum into that roiling, churning, sucking cunt.
The titanic prick made squishing sounds as it fucked in and out of the liquid-filled pussy. Jizz and cunt juice splahed all over. The bleachy smell of jism mingled with the ripe musk of Tern's pussy.
"Shit! I'm coming like a firehose!" yelled the sheriff. Fat fingers plucked the burning cigar from his couth. "Now get ready for some pain!"
Still coming in Tern's seething cunt, he lowered the angrily-glowing coal toward her helpless butt.
A heavy hand clamped his shoulder and spun him around. The cock popped from Tern's cunt with a noise like a bursting balloon. A final drop of cum jetted from the tip of the stubby cock as the sheriff reeled back, dropping the cigar harmlessly to the floor.
"What the fuck-" he began, then the air whooshed out of him as a granite-like fist buried itself in his belly. His flabby jowls turned purple and he sank to the floor. His wet cock lay sagging against his crotch.
Tensing with the terrible expectation of the hot cigar to touch her ass at any second, Terri dimly realized something had happened. She lifted her head and looked over her bare shoulder. "Uncle George!" she exclaimed.
The large, well-dressed, brown-haired man smiled at his niece. "Hi, baby," he said to her. Then he turned to the man who had so efficiently disposed of the redneck sheriff. It was an enormous Indian, six and half feet tall, with the flat impassive face of a full-blooded Apache. "Well done, Mangas," George Malloy told his bodyguard. "Take that baggy sack of shit out somewhere and take care of it."
The Indian grunted assent and dragged the dead weight of the semi-conscious sheriff out the door. The fat man's trousers were down around his knees. His cock flopped helplessly from side to side.
"Quite a pecker that guy has," Terri's uncle murmured. "Mangas might just decide to keep it as a souvenir. How you feeling, honey? Did he hurt you much?"
Surprisingly, there were no tears in Terri's eyes. She was incredibly calm as she answered, "Not much, though he was about to. Did Beth and Freddie talk to you?"
The man nodded. "They almost didn't," he said. "Your dad is dead, Terri."
The girl found herself strangely unmoved. "Does that mean I have to go to prison?" she asked flatly.
"No," her uncle said. "You see, Elena fled after what happened-after Randall raped her that day. Apparently when you ran out you left the door open and somebody ransacked the house. The police think that Elena came back, killed your father, and robbed the house."
So Terri was free. She could scarcely credit it.
"You're in the clear. But there's one thing. Elena was my confidential secretary. She obviously isn't any more. Will you take her place?"
The girl nodded.
"Let's go, then," her uncle said, rummaging desk drawers for the keys to the cuffs that bound the nude girl to the desk.
