"Don't you. . . don't you touch me with . . . oh, don't!"
Carrie Winslow backed away from the big man, her eyes wide with terror. One hand was at her throat while the other stretched behind her.
"Come on, Carrie. I've been watchin' you for a long time. Man, you got a cute set of tight buns, and the way you wag them around. . . shit, you wanna get fucked bad, baby."
She was alone. . . alone and helpless in her own home!
Carrie's mother was a night clerk at the county hospital downtown, having had to take that job to support herself and her teenaged daughter after her husband's sudden death.
"Stop it! STOP IT!" the girl shrieked, clap ping her hands over her ears. Her mother had told her about the evils of sex, about. . . fucking. Only married people did that. Shrinking back from the big man's grasp, Carrie looked around wildly, trying to determine which, if any, were the best escape routes.
"Yeah, you wanna get fucked bad. Man, I can smell it from here. You got a cherry that's ripe for the pickin', baby, and my prick's gonna do the trenchin' outta that tight little hole you got."
Her mother had told her not to let Jack Dennis into the house. He had just moved into the neighborhood with his younger brother, both of them keeping somewhat to themselves. . . that is, until they started studying both Carrie and her mother.
Two women who lived alone were too much of a temptation for the Dennis brothers to ignore. They stared staring at the two women from their front yard across the street, making lewd movements with their hands over their crotches whenever Carrie or her mother happened to return their stare.
Twice, Carrie had been tempted to call the police when she thought she heard someone sneaking around the house. But the young blonde teen convinced herself nothing was wrong, and she didn't want to upset her mother.
Why had she let him in? It was stupid. . . more than that, dangerous! But, through the door, Jack had sounded desperate-something about his brother being ill and the phone not working. With people like that, it would be little surprise if they simply hadn't paid the bill. Carrie picked up a small kitchen knife, then rushed back to the door and opened it.
It had taken Jack little effort to knock the weapon from her hands and corner her.
"My mother. . . " "Your old lady's not comin' home 'til after eleven, bitch. I been watchin' this place. . . me and my brother, watchin' you cunts go in and out. Man, no lady can go without cock after she's tasted it. I don't know what your old lady's doin' for some fun. But right now..."
Jack reached down and cupped his dirty, callused fingers around his crotch and squeezed. Carrie's eyes dropped to the gathered faded Levi material. She could see his meat moving up and down, pressing against the blue cloth. The fat knob was being rubbed by his fingers. Soon, a small dark stain appeared just to one side of the fly. Carrie had enough sex education in school and had talked to her girlfriends in the john enough to realize what was happening. Panic gripped her heart like an icy hand while a pulse leaped through her throat.
"HELP!" Carrie cried out.
Who could hear her? Her words sounded so small and insignificant in the large empty house. The girl backed away again until she felt her butt pressing against the far wall. The room seemed to sway in front of her as she sucked in a ragged breath through her nostrils.
"SHADDUP!" Jack's handsome face darkened, his lower jaw trembling.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Carrie broke down, desperate to do something: She bolted to the right, her hair streaming out behind her. Jack missed her, his hands brushing her shoulders. The girl stumbled over an end table, shot out her hands and recovered her balance while the large porcelain lamp teetered, then crashed to the floor. She kept on screaming for help, her long slender legs moving quickly. The front door! It was just in front of her. If she could reach it, she would run screaming into the streets calling for the neighbors. Surely, Jack wouldn't be crazy enough to pursue her there. No matter what lies he might try to tell, the neighbors wouldn't believe him!
"GOTCHA!" Jack shouted in triumph, reaching out and curling his' fingers around several strands of Carrie's long blonde hair.
She screamed, her eyelids fluttering as shocks of pain raced through her scalp. The girl's head jerked back, her neck snapping while her arms shot out to either side of her body. Carrie felt her knees weakening, then finally buckling as Jack kept moving back, tearing more hair from her head. Sobbing with defeat and terror, the girl crumpled to the floor, her hands beating his violently as she tried to knock him away.
"Stupid bitch!" he snarled, still holding her by the hair. "You really thought you could get away, eh, baby? Man, nobody gets away from me and my brother when we want 'em. If Ray was back here, he'd beat the shit outta you."
Carrie trembled, imagining the other Dennis brother lurking just outside the door. Ray was the more violent of the two, being at least half a head taller and somewhat heavier than the dark-haired, bearded and mustached animal tormenting her now.
"But I'm a little better, baby. Chicks who've had my cock stuffed in 'em can't wait to come back for more. Man, we got 'em sneakin' in... married cunts, chicks like you, all kinds."
Carrie wondered about that. She hadn't seen too many people visiting the Dennis brothers after they'd moved in. Only a few of their scroungy friends popped in . . . and that was late at night.
"And now I'm gonna stick it to you good, bitch. You're gonna dig havin' your cunt plowed open by my rod. Man, it's gonna be good for both of us," he said, his voice shaking with emotion.
With that, he let go of her hair, letting the girl double over and hug her body protectively. What could she do? What could she do? Her mind raced wildly around, searching for some possibility. There was none. He had her trapped, cornered. She brushed her long hair from her eyes and looked up at the young man towering over her. No, there was no mercy, no compassion in those eyes. There was only the stare of a triumphant animal, a beast about to rape her, about to defile the body her mother had told her to respect. Carrie suddenly felt a spasm of sickness pass through her stomach.
Carrie realized in a second that the Dennis brothers apparently enjoyed "tenderizing" their quarry before devouring it. They loved brutality, pure and simple. Jack was getting a kick out of watching her tremble there on the floor, staring at her helpless, shaking body, listening to her heavy breathing interspersed with moans of fear. When she sobbed, she could hear him laughing quietly at her.
"Come on, bitch. You wanna get fucked here. . . or up in the bedroom?" Carrie sobbed louder, her whole body shaking as if she were suffering from epilepsy. Impatient, Jack let her cry a little more, then he swore at her, telling the girl she had to give in. When Carrie still hugged her body tightly, refusing to respond to him, Jack lost his temper.
"Sit up!" he snapped.
When she hesitated, he reached down, curling his fingers around her hair once more. Knowing what was about to happen, Carrie let out a yelp that quickly turned to a shriek when the pain started again in her scalp.
"AIIIIII!"
He jerked her close, her mouth striking the side of his polished black leather motorcycle boot. Her lip split, blood trickling into her throat. She tasted the blood and realized that her ordeal had begun.
"No, no, no!" she whimpered, her hands jerking up. Carrie grew desperate, dragging her nails over the backs of his hands.
Jack shouted something at her, but didn't really feel her nails. He was too excited now to sense anything except the hot, tight urgent feeling throbbing through his eight-inch cock.
"Dig it, baby? You dig this?"
Carrie sobbed out her incoherent answer, her fingers now/clamping into fists as she beat against his hands, his legs, his thighs. Her legs slid out from under her as the pain in her scalp increased. Oh, God, she was going to die at the hands of this sex maniac! Her mother would come home and find her mutilated!
"NOOOOOOOO!" she wailed back, tears welling up in her eyes and rolling down her cheeks.
"You will," he muttered, letting go of her hair once more.
Carrie whimpered, scooting away from the big man, brushing the hair from her eyes. She crawled backwards away from Jack, her ass brushing over the carpeting. All the time, the girl stared at the big man, her heart pounding so hard she thought it was going to tear through her chest.
"OH!" Carrie was backed up against the sofa.
She pressed against it hard, her bare feet flat against the floor. He came toward her slowly, his big arms tensing as if he were going to strike her. Oh, God, he WAS going to hit her! Carrie cried out, raising one hand protectively to her face when she saw the right hand rise slowly above his head to a striking position.
"BITCH!"
With that he brought his hand down. Carrie had been lying there, trembling, terrified as he sneered down at her. His lips pulled back across his teeth, revealing a double set of white, perfect square-cut instruments that reminded the girl of the fangs of a wolf.
"UGHHHHOFFFFF!" Carrie grunted. The report of the slap mingled with the blonde teen's grunts. The blow's force sent her head snapping to the left, while her hair splashed across her face. Stars popped behind her eyes. Carrie half rolled over, then came back to rest on her back and butt. Her head throbbed with pain and terror.
"Stupid cunt," he muttered, wiping his finger across his Levi's. "Why are you doing this to me? I haven't hurt you," she whimpered, rubbing the side of her face with one hand. "I don't have to tell you nothin', baby. All you gotta do is lay back and let me do the drivin'." Something strange was happening to her now, something the girl didn't understand. While she sat there, her mind and heart filled with terror and loathing, Carrie felt an odd sensation starting up in the pit of her belly and spreading down to her cunt. It was the kind of feeling she had sometimes late at night, when she lay alone in her bed thinking of one or two of the guys at school. Even this Friday afternoon when she was in study hall staring at Roy Harrison, Carrie felt an itchy tingle prickle her clit.
It was a nice feeling, something she turned into an achy throb by moving her fingers up and down her furry-edged slit. Oh, how good it felt on those nights, rocking her thighs back and forth, making the bed squeak with her jerking - body movements. How her pussy tightened and throbbed when she dipped her fingers into the frothy slit, pretending it was some man's. . . cock. Oh, yes, yes, it was deliciously wicked to think things like that while playing with herself.
Of course, Carrie would never have thought of inviting some boy to do something like that to her! Only bad girls who didn't think much of their reputations did things like that. Carrie and her friends knew one or two like that at school, girls who would put out to any guy at any time. She looked down at those girls. And yet at the same time, something in Carrie responded to them, and there was a feeling of envy mixed in with her moral outrage.
But now, this was something new! That tingle was starting up, and there was nothing to stimulate it . . . certainly not in this horrible situation! What was happening to her? "Take a good look, baby. Take a good look at what's gonna be plowin' through her pussy," Jack said, unsnapping the tops of his Levi's.
Carrie watched in mute horror, her eyes widening when she saw him grab the silver zipper tab and open up his fly. Tufts of black cock hairs curled around the halved Levi's.
Jack grunted, pushed down at his trousers while he drew his legs together.
The blonde teen saw something very red fly out, and in a second she knew what it was. A cock! A hard, thick, long cock. Something that looked as if it should swing from between .a horse's hindquarters, rather than from a man's groin. The girl let her head fall back, her lower jaw slackening. The fat head was darker than the rest of the thickly veined shaft, something clear oozing from the broad slit. Cum! Of course, it was jizz, the stuff that would come shooting out of that tiny gash once it was embedded in her unwilling body. .
"Oh!" Carrie blurted.
Jack reached down with one hand and started scratching his fat, leathery balls. That movement made his prick swing from side to side. .
Carrie felt her heart contract. Her pulse starting to race crazily through her body. For a second, the picture of a knife grew in her mind. Yes, that cock was a knife, something that was going to split her in two, cut away her cherry, separating her from innocence! Oh, God, and she thought a loving husband would do the, job. Now she was going to have her cherry popped by some near-stranger, a neighbor bent on hurting her as much as he could to enhance his pleasure.
Carrie sobbed at this idea, her back still pressed hard against the front of the sofa. Raped, and in her own living room! Never, NEVER again would she have the sense of security she'd had all this time when at home! She clenched her fingers into fists, pressing them hard against the floor. Carrie could feel juice seeping from her slit, wetting down the crotch panel of her nylon panties. Oh, God, she was juicing in heat, acting as if some man were about to make passionate love to her and she was willing for him to do it! Carrie was dizzy with fright and. . . and something else she couldn't put her finger on . . . yet.
Jack pushed his Levi's to his boot tops and moved a little closer. The hot smell of his crotch washed over her, triggering her into high heat. Yes, she was in heat, as much in heat as the bitch dogs prowling around in the gutter at night.
All she could feel now was the increasing heat racing through her pussy, mingling with the fear contracting her heart. Terror made her scalp crinkle and tighten, especially when Jack started moving closer to her.
"No, oh NO!"
His cock swung back and forth like a heavy tree limb in a storm. His flat washboard belly heaved up and down with each mighty breath he took. Sweat soaked his white cotton T-shirt.
Stopping in front of her, the young man crossed his arms and pulled off the garment, throwing it on the floor. His tanned body glistened with sweat, the sweat of excitement, of sexual arousal. Scratching his balls again, he moved forward.
"NO." Carrie breathed. This time her voice was more unsure, more unsteady than before. The girl felt her tits swelling, the nipples taut, straining against her bra. A spasm passed through her body, slamming into her pussy like a fist. The force of that spasm made Carrie open her mouth and suck in a deep breath. As her pussy juice oozed out, her thighs shuddered.
She realized then that her entire body was alive, quivering, waiting for the big man's touch. Yes, she wanted him, wanted him more than anything else in the world. Something about the way he was looking at her, about the way he had abused her, actually triggered arousal in her cunt.
"Want my prick, baby? You're starin' at it like you can't get enough of it."
Carrie shook her head from side to side, unwilling to acknowledge the feelings coursing through her body. Jack knew, however, and laughed at her feeble attempts at suppressing her natural feelings. He raised one hand up again. She looked at the watch on his wrist glistening with sweat. Then the arm came down, cutting through the air with a hissing sound.
"OHHHHFFFFF!" Carrie grunted. Once more he had struck her hard, hard enough to daze her.
The girl rolled over onto one side. Jack was through playing his games, now. Reaching down, he wrapped his fingers a third time around her hair. As she groaned, he dragged the girl to the center of the living room.
"Don't. . . don't. . . "
The girl looked up at the ceiling, tears blurring her vision. She felt him let go of her hair, heard him say something about fucking her. Then there was weight, a terrible weight. It was then the girl realized Jack was on top of her, pawing her tits, hiking her dress up to her waist while pressing his knees up against hers and spreading her thighs open.
"NO!" Carrie blurted.
But she was too weak, far too weak to beat him off now. He had her pinned to the floor, flat on her back, her thighs rolled halfway up while her dress was gathered around her waist. Soon he'd have her panties off and his cock shoved into her cunthole. Then would be the time to cry, to sob, to swear.
"Shit!" Jack growled.
He tried unbuttoning the dress top, then swore violently, grabbing the thin cotton material and tearing the garment down to the waist. Carrie turned her head away, unable to look at the young man's face beaming with triumph as he slid his fingers over the stiff fabric of her bra cups.
"Nice tits, baby, nice," he said, smoothing his hands over the cups, then sliding them back along the elastic straps to where the buckle was. Carrie felt him fumbling with the metal clamp. Then, the next thing she knew was that the halter was giving way, slipping off her shoulders. In a moment the bra was off, her tits resting like two firm mounds of gelatin on her chest. Her ordeal had begun.
Chapter Two
Carrie was horrified!
After he had torn her bra off, Jack dropped his head to one tit, opened his mouth and drew in the stiff nipple. She could feel his teeth biting teasingly along the sensitive dark red areola while his tongue lapped over and over the tiny tip. The young woman threw back her head, clenching her buttocks together as Jack massaged the other tit with one hand.
"No, no, no . . . " Carrie was talking more to herself than to him. .
Against her will, the girl was feeling her cunt heat up even more than before. Her cuntal walls were convulsing, knotting up with tension, slipping against one another as she moved her thighs under him. Something responded deep inside Carrie, something that wanted him to abuse her, guide her, lord over her.
"Sweet young tits, man! Sweet and young," he murmured, laving her tits with spit.
The girl said nothing, rolling her head from side to side. He was sucking on the other tit now, at times biting down on the nipple and rolling up his eyes to see if she was turning on to his lovemaking. She was! There was little doubt Carrie loved it. She squirmed and bucked, squealing whenever his biting became too savage. Her tits jiggled with the violent moves of her body.
"Ugnnhhhh!" she protested.
Carrie felt the carpet piling working over her juice-soaked panties. Oh, he was so big, so hairy, so strong. And she felt so naked and tiny and weak. Thrills of terror and delight mixed confusedly in her brain. Then the girl felt those wonderful-awful hands sliding down, down her sides, down past where her dress had become nothing more than a rope tightening around her waist.
He was caressing her outer thighs, then moving his hands in until she felt his thumbs stretching the nylon bands of her panties. Carrie gasped when she felt the wet material unstick from her furry cuntal mound. It was such a surprising feeling, one that made her shudder. He was tugging at her shorts now, pulling the wet briefs down. For an instant, the girl panicked, shoving down hard against the carpeting to keep her panties anchored to her thighs. But Jack struck her again, this time lighter than before, to silence her. Carrie sobbed, then bit down on her broken lip. "A fuckin' virgin, I'll bet," he muttered, reaching down and grasping the elastic waistband of her briefs.
With a sharp tug the big man pulled down, kneeing her buttocks to raise her body partially off the floor. Carrie shivered, feeling the last defense slide from her body. He threw her legs up, tearing the panties from her ankles and throwing them high into the air; the girl felt a blast of cool air against her cunt. She was naked!
"NO!" she yelled.
Carrie panicked once more, beating her fists against his chest. Jack laughed at her, knocking her weak arms to one side and crawling over her body. The girl groaned under the heavy weight, feeling one hand slipping across her naked thighs, pressing down on her furry cunt.
He was touching her. . . there! He was actually touching her, his fingertips caressing her cuntlips, peeling them back, the knuckles brushing against the hair-trigger clit already trembling with unspeakable passion. Carrie instinctively tightened her thighs, arching her back while wallowing her shoulders against the carpeting.
"Like it, baby? Dig it? Wanna feel more? Man, you're gonna go nuts when I slip my prick into you."
Jack was pushing his fingers in deeper, jamming them hard against her tiny cherry. Carrie cried out, the veins sticking out from her neck. He felt along her cuntal slit with his fingers, pressing in against the soft bunched flesh of her cherry. The girl gasped, her eyes wide with fear and confusion, her jaw trembling.
"No, no . . . " Carrie pleaded. The girl braced herself, waiting for the pain and bleeding her mother had told her would inevitably follow after a man fucked her.
"Don't move around, bitch."
"Ohhh, it . . . HURTS!"
Jack's finger was knuckle-deep and still her cherry hadn't given way. The girl panted hotly against his cheek, wishing it would be over, wishing Jack would do it with his cock, wishing he would go away. Carrie didn't know exactly what she wanted. All she knew was that the pain was all-consuming, taking over every part of her reasoning and her body.
"OH!" she cried. She jerked her ass from the sudden sensation of jagged pain.
Then, suddenly, she felt the pain increase. It was as if someone had stabbed her in the crotch with a rusty blade, twisting it from side to side. She tensed every muscle in her body, a strained cry coming from between her tightened lips. Carrie thought she was going to die, to at least faint from the intense pain. It was bad, oh, so bad! Her head spun dizzyingly around and around while the pulse pounded like a triphammer in her brain. Oh, God, God when would it end?
"NOOOOOO!" Carrie screamed.
The cherry burst! With a tearing sensation, the girl felt the last bastion of her chilOhood giving way. She was fucked, fucked all the way! Gasping, jerking like a speared fish, Carrie felt completely blown away by the rippling, fucking sensation.
"Yeah, yeah, you was cherry, all right! But now you're mine, baby."
"No oh God, I'm bleeding," the girl moaned, trying to close her legs.
The pain shot through her cunt, making her cry out in anguish once more. Jack lay on top of her, reaming out her sore, tight little pussy with his fingers until the pain didn't seem so much any more. Carrie sighed, closing her eyes. Tears rolled out from under her long blonde lashes, staining her cheeks. Oh, he was so heavy she could hardly breathe!
"Now, baby, now I'm gonna plow you open. Yeah, I'm gonna shove my rod into you 'til I got you beggin' for it. Man, you're gonna be hunchin' up to me, poundin' me in the crotch for more dickmeat!"
His words were both exciting and repulsive to the young girl. Carrie grunted with disgust when she felt his thick lips brushing over her throat. His mustache tickled her sensitive flesh, his beard scratching the skin while his fingers pinched and stroked her thighs. He was sucking on her tits next, biting the nipples cruelly while shoving his knees up against her buttocks. Carrie felt her body weight pushing down on her shoulders as he tilted her back-back for her first big fuck.
"Noooooo . . ." she murmured.
She was pushing up against his chest, her fingers fanned out as she tried shoving him away. It was useless. Oh, she felt dizzy, half crazy with what was happening to her. She wanted to say something, but her mouth was dry as cotton. She licked her cracked lips,. the strength in her arms going out. Yes, she was submitting, giving in to the crushing weight, the insistence of this wild animal wanting to fuck her brutally. Everything he did from now on excited her to no end. Even the threat of pain had lost its sharp, frightening edge.
"UGHHHHHH!" Carrie grunted as Jack's cock gouged slickly down her cuntal cleft, riding back and forth over the furry mound.
The girl instinctively rocked her hips from side to side, feeling her buttocks scratching teasingly over the thick carpeting. The lights in the living room whirred dizzyingly around and around as the girl opened up to Jack.
"Man, you're gonna shit when I shove this mother in you!"
With that, Jack fucked her. With a quick lunge, he speared her pussy, shoving his cockrod in deep, splitting her in two.
Carrie felt the cockshaft go deep. The girl wriggled her buttocks, feeling herself caught on the stabbing prick as the big man on top of her worked it in slowly, deeply. Around the edges of her cunt, Carrie felt a hurt. But she wasn't thinking so much about that any more. No, the only thing she could think about was the way her velvety slick cuntal walls were being stretched apart for Jack's hard cockrod.
"Unghhhhh . . . oh no, no, this. . . guhhh . . . this can't be happening to me!"
Carrie rolled her head from side to side. Spittle rolled from each corner of her mouth. It was wrong, oh, so wrong for her to be feeling sensations like this. . . especially when she was supposedly being raped.
Raped? That was a joke! Perhaps at first Jack had taken her by force. But now he. was almost following her lead. To her surprise, Carrie found herself opening up to him, wanting more.
"Yeah, baby, I told you you'd be beggin' for it. Move that ass. . . move that tight ass of yours around, or I'll shove my cock into your butt." . Carrie felt his teeth cut at her chin. She opened her mouth hungrily, kicking aside the last piece of propriety. She wanted his kiss as badly as she had ever wanted anything in her life!
"FUCK!" Jack yelled in her face. With that the young man clamped his lips down on top of hers, sticking his tongue into her mouth, shoving it down almost to her throat while hunching down a little harder. Carrie thought she was going to lose her mind! No one had ever done something like this to her. No one! Even in her wildest erotic dreams, Carrie hadn't thought that a man would or could do this.
The girl felt soft and weak, the way a tiny animal would feel in the grip of its predator. When she thought of this, it made her shiver and tremble with arousal. Oh, no one had ever told her that fucking could be like this, that it could almost make her want to faint from the overwhelming joy of being pierced by a man's prick.
"YEAH!" Jack breathed excitedly. He pulled away, shaking the long black hair from his eyes while arching up his back and pistoning his cock into her cunt.
Slowly, Carrie was learning how her body moved, how it felt when she moved it like that. When she arched her back and tilted her cuntal mound downward, Jack's cock gouged against the walls of her pussy. Yes, that was a delicious feeling, one that made her gasp for air.
The young man grunted with pleasure, sliding his fingers down her waist until he was pawing at her plump buttocks. The girl rolled her thighs, squirming against his cupping hands. Holding her like that, he fucked deep and hard. Yes, yes, she loved that sensation, the feeling of being completely dominated, overwhelmed by this man.
"OHHHHH!" Carrie moaned.
Jack was all the way in her, his fat balls bumping against her cuntlips. She cried and bit at her lips, babbling something incoherent.
"Fuck it out, baby. Come on, fuck it out! Ain't nobody here gonna help you, so you might as well fuck it out:"
His words were like magic to her. Carrie tried her legs looped over the back of Jack's spine. It felt snaky and exciting. But she couldn't move her body as much that way. And oh, how she enjoyed moving her body now. Yes, she was like those women her mother warned her about, those women who couldn't get enough of men. At times, when her mother Joan had caught her staring at a boy, she warned her about becoming "too excited." That was the sort of thing bad girls did.
"Ummmm . . ." Carrie moaned.
Her mother's warning voice faded from her mind as she wiggled and tilted her hips, bucking them up from the ground that way. She bit her lips again and concentrated on controlling the strange new muscles inside her cunt. Only moments ago she had been fighting this man, cringing on the floor while he pulled at her hair, struck her hard across the face leaving long red fingermarks on her cheeks. Now Carrie found herself clutching him, almost begging him to fuck her.
"Ohhhh . . ." she cried out in delight. "Like it? Man, you dig it. You can't get enough, can you, bitch?"
"Unnghhoo . . . uuuuughhhff!"
"Shit!" Jack pulled himself back, all the way back.
Carrie cried out, feeling the fat cockhead pulling out, dragging out her guts, it seemed. She could feel the ridged, spongy tip just inside her ring of muscles. The girl cried out more loudly than before, actually bearing down on him, tightening her pussy with all her might.
Jack's face went slack and he closed his eyes.
The girl bobbed her ass around, feeling her velvety cuntal walls caress the long hard rod reaming out her pussy.
"UHGHHHH!" she grunted.
Now it was Jack's turn to shiver. The teasing friction got to him fast. He had fucked a virgin, had given her the first taste of cockmeat she ever had. And he could tell she was eating it up. She couldn't get enough of it. And the way she was moving her ass! Hell, he hadn't had a piece of butt like that for a long time. Even the whores in T J couldn't prance their butts like this hot little bitch!
Reaching down, he slapped her on the ass feeling her warm sweaty skin vibrate under hi_ striking fingers. Carrie grunted, moving her ass faster and faster, around and around in tight little circles. She was making strange wheezing sounds through her nostrils.
"Fuck it out, fuck it out!" Jack urged.
Carrie felt his muscular hips grate against hers. She felt the hilt of his dickshaft shove tight against her flattened cuntlips now. He had pushed in, after pulling nearly all the way out, forcing her to tighten her pussy once again.
"Oh, baby, when you do that. . . ughhh, fuck, you're gonna make me shoot!" Shoot! The thought of that rich cum spurting in her cunt. made the girl tremble. Carrie remembered all those sex education films, films showing how the cock worked, sending all that cream into a woman's cunt. How cold and scientific it had all seemed. . . all that narration, that voice making the act of fucking seem about as exciting as trimming your nails. But oh, how different It was in real life!
Bravely, Carrie moved one hand back, touching Jack's hairy, hunching butt. She felt him suck in air and start moving differently as she petted him excitedly there. Oh, so men had sensitive spots too. . . besides the cock, that is! What a training session this was turning out to be. He was so big, so hard-muscled, so brutal in his fucking. Yes, she wanted more of it.
She was drooling now, her face shoved to the side as Jack sucked on the side of her neck, nearly biting through her skin. Every touch of his body, every bite, every slap created new furies of sexual arousal raging through her crotch. It was wonderful to be fucked like this, to have a man dominating her, forcing her to bend to his will while he drove his cunt pleasing prick through her snatch.
"Fuck it out, baby, fuck it out!" he cried again, closing his eyes and trenching out her pussy.
The sore rub of Jack's cockshaft againsther torn cunt told the girl she was beyond hope now. She was a fucked woman, not a little girl any more. Groaning, she moved her thin arms around Jack's back and rocked her ass on the carpeting.
"Come on, baby, work on it, cum with me.You're gonna have a big cum!"
"Cum! Cum!" She was echoing his words, holding onto him as if she were going to shoot off the floor if he let her go.
Then, suddenly, he slowed down, dragging his dick slowly out of her cunt. Carrie felt her insides being pulled along with it, feeling the walls of her pussy clasping and sucking in around the spot just behind the ridged tip of his cockrod. Then, with just his cockhead touching her outer cuntlips, Jack pushed in again. The muscles, the wet slippery labes peeled back and unstuck for the smooth, slick prickhead.
Oh, how wonderful it was to feel her belly swelling. The girl squirmed herself down even tighter. She wanted to see how much she could take, wanted to see if there was an end to her endurance. But there was no sensation of being hurt or overly stretched. Carrie held her breath and thrashed her butt around. Still nothing!
"Fuck me!"
Carrie felt her heart skip a beat. She had actually said that, begged him to fuck her!
She heard him laughing at her, then felt him start to fuck her more forcefully. Her plump ass tightened and shivered with each forward thrust. Her clit burned with the trickle of his cockhairs raking over it. Carrie dug her heels at the carpet and shut her eyes.
"Ohhhhhhh!" It was starting to drive her insane.
"Baby, man, oh, MAN!" he groaned.
Carrie pushed her legs down straight on the rug and stretched them as far apart as she could. Her heels touched the sofa. Yes, she was all the way open, her cuntlips peeled back as Jack fucked her. She wondered for a second how it looked down there with her cunt stretched and swollen and drenched with sweat and cum!
"Ohhhhh man, baby, gonna . . . ughhhhh, gonna make it!" Carrie froze. She felt the cock inside her cunt jerk wildly. Oh, God! He was going to cum!
Chapter Three
Jack somehow managed to slow himself down. But he was still very close. Carrie knew what all his moaning meant. His movements and his breathing were building in a way that was different from before. She could feel something taking over his body, probably the same force that had taken over hers.
"Ohhhh . . ." she whined.
Jack stopped his fucking again, making room for his hand between their bellies. Carrie felt him tracing his finger around the rim of her taut cunt. He growled, driving suddenly into her cunt again. The girl cried out, kicking one leg out. She felt her pussy muscles spasming, sucking at the invading prick. Her fingers clawed at the carpeting while the spasming kept going on and built into a wild fury. Yes, Jack was going to cum. And she was going to pop off at about the same time.
Carrie wanted to tell him to slow down, to keep reaming out her fuckhole with that wonderful prick of his. But that would be too much. She had already blurted out' 'Fuck me!" And with all her moaning and crying out, surely Jack realized she was no longer an unwilling rape victim. But to do more. . . no, she couldn't. . . at least now.
"Damn!" Jack snorted.
He was fucking her like a wild man. Carrie knew she couldn't stop him. He was kissing her roughly, his mouth pressed hard against hers, forcing her lips back over her teeth. Jack was hurting her, taking her like a helpless animal in a trap. Her cunt throbbed. The flesh around her clit was glowing like a torch while more floods of juice oozed out to ease the friction. Carrie let loose, closing her eyes and fucking for all she was worth. Her ass bounced on the carpet, and she shoved up hard against Jack's wild movements.
"NOOOO!" she cried out abruptly.
It was the final brutal stabbing that made the girl tighten her muscles. She felt the powerful ring of her cunt clamp down around the base of Jack's prick just as his movements had become the most violent.
"AHHHH. . . FUCK!" he bellowed.
He was jerking on top of her, his hands clamped down hard on her shoulders. She felt his knees bang against her inner thighs while his cock jerked and throbbed inside her cunt.
Jets of white-hot jizz spurted into her pussy, spattering against the juice-slicked walls. It was more than the girl could take. Throwing her head from side to side, she beat her fists against his back, feeling the whirling ball of sexual hunger in her belly come apart. A blast of heat and tension shot through her cunt, triggering the girl's first big orgasm.
"OOOAOWWWIYYIIEE!" she shrieked.
Carrie pranced her ass about wildly, still holding Jack's cock with her cunt. It hurt to hold him for long. But oh, how delicious it was at the same time, especially now, when she could feel the rushing tickles that teased the bulge of her clit.
"Man, man. . ." Jack whispered.
The girl kicked the air with her feet, digging her nails against Jack's spine. She relaxed and felt her cunt soften around the big man's prick once more.
Then he grunted and lunged at her like a maniac. She hadn't realized he could stab her so deep and so quickly. The friction exploded into a fireball. Carrie jerked, threw her head forward and bit his neck hard. She rubbed her pierced cunt against him in a final, gasping, sobbing rut. They rolled half on their sides and, for a second, the girl found herself on top of Jack. Then he rolled over her again. Carrie cried out again and again, feeling far away and dreamy. She could smell their sweat mingling, taste the spit drying on her lips.
Oh, how good it all was! Why her mother had been so much against fucking, she could never imagine. Oh, God, having a cock inside her cunt was one of the best feelings in the world!
"Ohhhh . . ." she moaned weakly.
Carrie felt herself grow weaker by the second. A strange buzzy warmth washed over her flesh, easing the fear and guilt that otherwise would have plagued her. Jack lay quietly for a second, then slowly pulled his cock from her slackening cunt.
"Told you you'd be beggin' for it," he grunted, wiping his cock over her thighs.
Carrie fought through the red fog that had settled over her brain. Slowly, she was coming back to reality, pushing away the pleasant sensation of drifting and realizing that this was a rapist on top of her.
"Please. . . please leave now," Carrie begged.
Jack looked down at her, his black eyes sparkling with energy. "Leave a hot little number like you, baby? Man, we can fuck all night! And if your old lady comes in, shit, I can get my brother over here. He's at home watchin' some dumb flick on the tube. But I just call and . . ."
Carrie shuddered. She could imagine her mother coming home after a hard evening's work and finding her daughter spread out on the floor. In a second, the screaming woman would be downed herself, her clothes stripped from her body while the more savage of the Dennis brothers laughed and proceeded to rape her.
"No, no, you can't. My mother. . . my mother isn't like. . . me," she said hesitantly, feeling something like a slut.
"Baby, I'll bet once she gets a cock between her legs, she's probably hotter 'n you. Most broads that age are, especially when they ain't had any dickmeat around for a while. Your old lady's one hell of a knockout. Betcha me or my brother fucks her before the night's out," Jack said, laughing softly, then reaching down and pinching her nipples hard until Carrie squealed.
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* At the hospital where Joan Winslow worked, another story of sexual abuse was unfolding. Jack was right about one thing he had told Carrie. Joan was hot, hot to trot, wanting a cock so badly she could taste it, yet afraid to admit to such feelings. She had had a decent sex life with her husband before he had beer killed in the auto accident. After that she concentrated on raising her daughter and making a living to supplement the meager insurance her husband had left.
But oh, how she missed a man's touch, the feel of a cock plowing through her cunt, spreading her open wide, hands and legs pinned her to the bed. Usually, these feelings came on to her at night when she lay alone in her large, empty bed. But recently, they had been visiting her in fantasy at the hospital, especially when Dr. Ken Williams was around. The way he looked at her made the attractive woman shiver with delight. Her flesh crawled when the handsome young internist smiled at her, coming into the office to have his records and reports typed. At times, she thought he was going to ask her out. Oh, how she would have jumped at the opportunity to have a man's company once more. . . especially that man's company! But nothing came of it. At least, nothing came of it until this evening. Joan's office was at the end of the first-floor corridor, an area particularly busy during the day when the outpatient clinic next door was operating. But in the evening, few people frequented that portion of the large county facility.
It was there Joan was working at nine o'clock, her fingers flashing over the IBM keys, when the door opened.
"Uh, hi Joan. I've got some more reports. I hope it's not going to be too much trouble."
It was Ken Williams standing in the doorway, his white smock open, revealing his trim, muscular body. Even the baggy pants and dirty shirt couldn't hide the fact that he was an extremely desirable man.
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Joan felt her heart leap. Clicking off the machine, she stretched out one hand, smiling pleasantly while trying to keep her nervousness concealed. She would simply take the papers, type them and go on daydreaming about how Ken Williams would some day take her and fuck her.
"Hope it's not too long," she purred, realizing just how low and throaty her voice had become. A feeling of panic swept over her.
Surely he could see her nervousness, especially now, with the papers trembling in her hands.
"Bad night?" he asked, closing the door.
Joan jumped. Had she heard the lock turn?
Chills swept over her body as Ken moved back to the desk, raising one knee and resting it on some papers nearby. Dropping her eyes, the woman thought she could see his cock pressing out against his trousers. Or was that simply a wrinkle? Oh, God, Joan thought she was going to go crazy with this kind of thinking! Passing her fingers over her burning forehead the woman wished for a moment that Ken would leave.
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"No, it's just. . . oh, I don't know," she said, lowering her eyes.
"Here, I know just the answer. Best thing in the world's a neck massage."
Before she could stop him, Ken was behind her, his strong hands around the back of her neck, his fingers caressing her flesh.
Hot chills flashed through her cunt at once. Her pussy was convulsing. Its full, elastic lips curled and trembled while her clit stiffened and pushed to the wet surface. Her inner thighs were tensing while strange tingles passed through her body.
"That better?" Ken asked warmly.
Joan leaned back in her chair, her eyes drifting up to the wall clock. Her daughter would be home waiting for her. Oh, how could she let herself sink to this .level, to think about. . . about fucking? No, no, it was wrong. She had to rise above herself.
"Yes, thank you," the woman said as icily as she could. "I've got other ways to relax people. . . women, especially," he said, moving in front of her.
Joan trembled. She saw his lips curling up in amusement while he talked. His white teeth gleamed like polished ivory while his eyes danced with mischief. Yes, she could well imagine just how he was going to relax her. The woman pushed her chair away and was about to stand up when he moved in front of her, blocking her exit.
"Please, doctor," she started to say, moving toward the door.
But Ken was insistent, placing both hands on her shoulder and holding her in place. "You've been wanting me for a long time, Joan. I've seen it," he said, his voice thickening.
"No, no," she protested, trying to wriggle free.
But Ken's grip tightened. Heat concentrated in the furry bundle between her legs. As she moved, the woman could feel her cuntal walls rubbing against each other. A knot of tension formed between her belly and her cunt. She twisted around, thinking about screaming. But who would hear her down in this far section of the hospital? Besides, the woman wasn't so certain she wanted to escape. When Ken dropped his head to kiss her, Joan felt the walls of her hot cunt buckling with sexual tension. Oh, God, a man was touching her for the first time since her husband Greg died!
"Oh don't, don't. . . not here," she protested as he led her away from the desk to the couch near the door.
Helplessly, Joan watched as Ken forced her to sit down, then shrugged off his hospital gown and unbuttoned his white shirt. Oh, she'd been right! His chest was so broad, so muscular! Surely he must have lifted weights sometime in his life! The muscles rippled under his tanned skin when he moved.
"Stop, stop it!"
"You don't really want me to stop, do you?"
His eyes narrowed as he sat down next to her, reaching down and unzipping his fly.
The sound made Joan shiver. Oh, she was going to fuck a man! She was actually going to spread her legs and let a man take her! And after all that fine talk she'd given her daughter about how a woman should be careful about her body and not let any man take her-she was going to fuck this near-stranger!
"Please. . ."
"You want my prick. You've been wanting it for a long time," he whispered, reaching out and pulling her hand toward his throbbing cockrod. .
Joan saw that mass of muscular cock flesh spring out from between the halves of his opened trousers. God, it had to be nearly eight inches! And the fat purplish head was drooling cockjuice!
"No, no, please. . ." she murmured.
He pulled her hand toward the fat dickhead.
Joan struggled, but not too much. Flashes of heat through her pussy had weakened what little resolve she'd had to fight him off. Her cunt was growing hotter and wetter. Her nipples were so hard they were driving her nuts. The ache in her tit tips increased as he forced her hand closer and closer to his crotch.
"Ohhh . . ."
"Feel my cock. Rub it up. Go on, feel what a good piece of meat I'm gonna throw into you."
"You don't know what you're saying. Oh, God, you don't know. . ."
But there she was, complaining and yet at the same time closing her fingers around his hard, hot, greasy piece of cockmeat. Joan shivered, feeling the veins pounding against her fingers. She leaned forward, her long blonde hair curtaining her face. Oh, how hard her heart was beating! She sucked in a deep breath, feeling the room reeling about her. Fucking. Fucking. The thought of fucking drove her half mad.
"Jack me off. . . come on!" Ken insisted.
Obeying him, the woman squeezed the hunk of cockmeat, moving her fingers up and down. Ken groaned, his grip tightening around her neck as hot juice oozed from his piss-slit and coated her fingers.
"Yeah, yeah, get on that fuckin' rod. Come on, suck that dick!"
His speech had become coarse, foul. But at this point, Joan didn't mind. In fact, she found it exciting. When she and Greg had fucked they would often swear at one another, calling one another filthy names, increasing the intense excitement they had always felt toward each other. Now was no different.
Joan felt herself sliding across the leather couch while Ken pushed his trousers down to his ankles. He leaned against the back of the sofa while spreading his hairy, muscled legs apart. His hands pulled her around into position between his thighs. As he pulled her forward, his fingers closed tightly behind her neck and the woman smelled the hair and sweat of his crotch. The male odor triggered her even more into heat. The slippery hot tissues of her pussy clutched into knots. She spread her legs and crawled forward. Joan felt his knees pressing into her tits. Oh, it was so wonderful, so heavenly that this man was doing this to her!
"Suck me!" She sank her head down until her lips were brushing over his dickhead. Ken groaned, squeezed up against her and hunched hard. Joan felt his cockhead pressing against her lips, could taste the salty, bleachy flavor of his dickjuice as it seeped into her mouth _ "Come on, Joan. Don't be shy. Come on, suck me off," he whispered tightly.
Slowly, the woman opened her mouth, her Ups peeling back as if she were going to kiss someone. With a hunch, the young doctor shoved his cock into her mouth, drawing her head down tightly against his groin.
It was too fast for her! Joan stretched out both hands, pressing her fingers against the front edge of the couch cushions and trying to pull back. It was impossible! He had her gripped tightly, refusing to let go. She gagged, coughed, wheezed, spittle spraying out from her mouth as the cockmeat throbbed and jerked in her mouth. Her cheeks bulged, pushed out by the hunk of cockmeat. The bleachy flavor of cum washed down her throat, making her swallow.
"UMMGHHHFFFF!" she gagged.
Ken still wouldn't let go. "Ohhh, yeah, gimme head!"
He was moaning, twisting his hips back and forth, making his rod move around in her mouth like a giant spoon. Joan still tried to push back, the pole brushing over the insides of her cheeks and making them bulge out even more.
"NOOOFOOFFFF!"
"Aw man, suck that meat! Get it down your fuckin' throat!"
Was he going to shoot in her mouth? At times she and Greg had sixty-nined. But never had he cum in her mouth. Joan had always wondered what it would be like, having a man shoot cum in her mouth. But no, it seemed like such a waste of time and energy, especially when her cunt burned and itched so!
He was shoving harder now. The woman felt the hot, slick head going farther and farther toward the back of her mouth. Joan took a deep breath and let Jack shove his dick all the way in. The wiry cockhairs tickled her nostrils while his balls pressed up against her chin. He was moaning and jerking in front of her his feet slapping against the floor while his groin hunched up again and again against her chin.
"Ohhhh, yeah, man, man, I'm gonna make it if you keep sucking me like that."
Ken pulled away, caressing the back of her head with his fingers.
"Oh, please, please..." she sobbed, unable to look at him after he'd drawn his cock from her mouth.
She was crumpled in a heap in front of the sofa, her hair hanging in front of her shamed face. It was awful, the thing she'd done.
"We've only started, Joan,. baby. We've only started," he said, bending over and unlacing his shoes.
Chapter Four
What happened next was beyond Joan's wildest dreams. . . or nightmares.
She leaned heavily against the sofa, her legs tucked up under her ass, while Ken took off his shoes and socks, then slipped off his trousers. He looked like some Titan from another world-dark, hairy, thickly muscled, perfectly proportioned, while those haunting dark eyes burned into her very soul. He could read her mind, she thought. He knew she was hot, hot to do anything. She had sucked his cock without a whimper, something most women wouldn't even consider.
"Maybe we should stop," she said, hoping he wouldn't.
"Yeah, Joan, you sure look like you wanna stop."
He came up to her, slipping his hands around her shoulders and sliding her back onto the couch. Joan was limp, too limp to protest as he unbuttoned her blouse and slid it off her shoulders. Her skirt came next, followed by her nylons and shoes. Soon she was left wearing only her bra and panties. He sat down next to her, his fingers toying with the elastic waistband of her briefs.
"What are you. . . .?"
He was pushing up against her, holding her, pressing his face against hers. She could feel his tongue, his teeth.
"Oh, no, no . . ." she murmured.
Her heart was beating wildly. Joan sucked in a deep breath when she felt his fingers tracing down her belly, moving down, down, making her flesh crawl deliciously. He had managed to unfasten her bra, sliding it from her shoulders. Yes, yes, she wanted to get naked in front of this man, to feel him all over her. The more he touched her, the more she liked it.
Her ass was squirming on the sofa, her thighs spreading for his touch. He was pulling down at her panties. Soon, her crotch was exposed, the wet briefs tangled uselessly around her ankles.
"Nice," he said approvingly.
"Noooo . . ."
Oh, he was touching her there, tracing his fingers lightly over her wiry cunthairs, then finally slipping one finger into the flooding crotch of her pussy. She groaned loudly, twisting her head around and kissing him passionately. Ken's fingers eased up into her cunt, making the frantic woman tighten her cuntlips. Oh, God, she was actually helping him! Instinctively, Joan reached down and tightened one of her hands over his, forcing him to shove his fingers in more deeply.
"Wow, baby, you're hot!" Ken said. Juice oozed from her slit, wetting down the edge of the sofa cushion. He was finger fucking her, touching her clit continually, scraping her convulsing cuntal walls with his jagged fingernails. Joan moaned, sliding her butt back and forth. The hot ass flesh squeaked over the wet leather cushions as more sweat and juice seeped from her frothy cuntal hole.
"I . . . I can't help it. It's been so long. . . so very, very long." Her words came out in an incoherent tumble.
Yes, it had been all too long for her. All those months of denial, and for what? Now her pussy was burning, and she was taking such a risk having this man play around with her in the office. But her needs were so great, so intense. She couldn't help herself. Oh, God, she couldn't help herself!
"Man, man," he said, reaming out her cunthole one last time, then pulling his fingers out with a sexy, squishy pop.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" Joan whispered as he pulled the drenched panties from her ankles.
"You got it," Ken said, picking her up in his arms and rolling' her around.
He was pushing her up into a doggie fucking position. It had been one she and Greg had rarely tried, even though secretly Joan had preferred it. It made her feel so degraded, so sexy! Her husband had felt a little awkward with it. But Ken apparently enjoyed fucking like some animal. Yes, animal. . . fucking. That was what it was all about! They were two animals fucking in the raw, kicking society in the teeth and letting out their natural lusts.
"Ohhhh. . ." she sighed.
Joan then let herself be rolled over onto her belly. She felt his fingers hooking around her naked narrow hips, pulling her ass up high. Her face lay sideways on the cushion. The woman didn't have the strength to shove herself upon her hands.
"Nice, nice ass," Ken commented, raising one hand up to his mouth and spitting hard into his palm.
Ken was kneeling behind her, working his fingers along the insides of her thighs, forcing apart her cuntlips so he could work a finger deep into her cunt. The finger was back into her snatch, spreading her apart, tickling her so badly the woman thought she was going to come apart at the seams from pleasure. Oh, God, God, it was awful!
"You're hot, hot," Ken commented once more.
"Hot," Joan repeated, half in a daze.
Yes, she was hot, hot like a bitch in heat. In fact, she felt like a dog, her ass propped up high, wagging like a tail. Oh, how hot she was. Her cunt flooded oil. She could feel the warm fluid trickling down the insides of her thighs. Her flesh alternately chilled and burned when he touched her clit.
Then he was touching her tits, looping one hand under her rib cage and stretching it forward until his fingers came into contact with her nipples. He was pinching her long red tit tip, rolling it around until Joan growled with delight.
"Ever been butt-fucked?"
The question was sudden, one that at first didn't register. Then the woman concentrated, screwed up her eyes and realized what was going to happen. .
"No, DON'T!" she cried.
Joan lurched forward, clamping her fingers around the front edge of the cushion, trying to pull herself off the sofa. Butt-fucked? The thought sickened her. That was something queers did to one another. Struggling against the young man, Joan had nearly slipped one leg off the couch when Ken caught her.
"Come on, baby, come on. You're gonna really dig it," he said, stroking her cuRt, running his fingers up and down the full furry length of her slit.
"No, no, I . . . I can't!"
"This'll loosen you up," he said, rubbing his tongue up and down her ass.
Joan was still holding onto the edge of the pillow, her hair curtaining her face while she felt the young man holding her cuntlips apart. He was lowering his face to her butt, sticking out his tongue and tracing the tip around the puffed edges of her cuntlips. Oh, that was so good, so wonderfully good! Closing her eyes, Joan felt her body surrendering to him again. She could feel his breath blowing against her steamy crotch, cooling down the juices seeping from her hole. Oh, now he was exploring her completely, discovering the curves of her cunt. She felt his fingers cutting into the muscles just above each of her knees. He was shoving her open, spreading her inch by mind-blowing inch.
"Ohhhh . . ." Joan whimpered.
Thoughts about what he was going to do to her faded. Right now, the woman felt as if she were being split apart.
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"Yeah, yeah, move that fuckin' butt!" Without thinking, Joan started moving her hips. It was impossible for her not to respond to his tonguing and touching. It was just like when her husband used to fool around with her before he sank his cock into her. Yes, cock, dick! Oh, the thought if it made her gasp for air once more! Why did he want to stick that wonderful prick of his in her ass? Oh, how her cunt flooded juice! How it burned when he touched her!
"Unnghh . . . oooohhhh!"
The woman was digging at the couch, tossing her head from side to side. She felt her hair tangle around her neck and ears. Ken was moving his tongue down, down her thighs, then back up to her drooling fuck slot. When his tongue touched her clit, Joan shivered uncontrollably, digging her nails into the sofa.
"Ohhhh, GOD!" she breathed.
He had his fingers spreading her cuntlips far apart, rolling his fingers from side to side, touching her clit until he had Joan whimpering like a lost child. Her breathing was out of control. She wished she could crawl away from him, move away from the wild doctor before someone came in and found them. But the woman found herself incapable of doing anything except giving in to this wonderful, sexy man.
"Nice ass to fuck . . . nice. . ." Ken was muttering.
It felt so strange, so deliciously wicked, to be kneeling in this doggie position. Ken moved her knees a little farther apart. Joan felt her cunt fully peeled open by the strain of her parted thighs. He was caressing her firm ass with his rough hands. The touch brought shudders of pleasure from her mouth. Her cunt was halved, split open for. . . for a cock, for anything.
Instead, he was toying with her now, touching her clit with his rough fingers, then trailing them greasily back to her asshole.
"NO!" she protested.
He was touching the gray-pink wrinkled flesh surrounding her shitter now. Joan gasped, her eyes widening as she felt one jagged nail trailing over the sensitive flesh.
"Oh, it's so good. . . oh God, it's so gooooood, I'm going to die from it!" Joan cried, closing her eyes and feeling a particularly hot rush of orgasmic feelings pass through her cunt. "You're not going to die, Joan. But shit, you're gonna go nuts when I get through with you."
With that, the young doctor sealed his mouth to her pussy and started sucking hard, stiffening his tongue and using it like a tiny cock.
"Ahhhh!" she gasped.
She almost went down on the sofa. Joan was drooling, tossing her head while he fucked in and out of her with his tongue, sucking her clit between his teeth. She could hardly keep still enough for him to eat her. When the tickle in her cunt became too great, she forced herself to keep bucking backward, keeping her clit from his wriggling tongue until she calmed down somewhat.
"Ohhhh, man, man," Ken said, pulling back a second and wiping the juice from his chin. He went back to her pussy, sucking, tonguing and licking his way into her convulsing hole while holding tightly onto the bucking, thrashing, moaning woman.
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"No, no, NO!" Joan didn't care if the whole hospital heard her screaming.
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She felt the suction of her cunt as it tried to nurse his plowing tongue. She had no control over her body. She felt she could be cumming in a second if she wanted to. Oh, yes, yes, she wanted to climax. But something told her to wait. . . that there would be something far more exciting happening in a moment.
Joan curved her body down, feeling Ken's chin fitting tightly against her cuntal cleft. That tickle that had grown to an itch was almost an aching insanity now. Oh, God, God, she needed relief, needed something to take off the terrible pressure!
Then something happened, something Joan would remember for the rest of her life.
Ken was still sucking her cunt. But now he was fingering her asshole more seriously than before. She felt him toying with her shitter, pushing in one finger, then drawing it out before she had a chance to protest.
"No, oh, please don't do something like . . . like that to me!"
She could feel those big fingers sliding between her smooth, hot buttocks. He was sliding that hand up and down her tight asscrack, telling her how good she was, telling her how he was going to split her butt open with his cockrod. Joan shivered.
"You're ready, baby, really ready," he whispered.
Joan looked through her curtaining hair. Yes, the office was no different than it was several minutes ago. The pictures and diplomas hung on the walls, while her typewriter sat on the desk, paper held in place by the roller. And yet, in spite of the apparent normalcy, how wild everything was! Looking around one shoulder, Joan saw Ken curl the fingers of one hand around his dick and start jerking himself off slowly. Her breath caught when Ken found her shitter once more with his fingertips, this time shoving them into the tight little hole up to the first joint. The woman cried out in a tiny yelp, her body lurching forward.
"Easy. You're not going anywhere," he said, holding her on the couch.
Joan felt him moving his fingers around in a tiny circle, probing occasionally with one finger, then drawing back. He repeated this motion several times, teasing her, working her sphincter soft. Sometimes, he shoved in two fingers, but most of the time he kept to one. Joan found herself actually accepting this after a while, although she still wondered about having him stick his fat rod into her tiny butt. . "Man, can't take this," Ken whispered, closing his eyes and fighting off the hot sensation rising in his long thick rod.
He could already feel the cum burning its way up the center dick tube. In a short while the rich creamy cum would be spurting out, burning its way into her ass, spattering against her bowels! The thought nearly made the young doctor pop off. He shuddered, his muscles rippling with the effort of keeping down his jizz.
"Ohhh . . ." Joan kept crying out in a strangled voice while Ken played with her ass.
Now he had a third finger pushed into her tight hole. At the same time, the young doctor had dropped his other hand to her cunt and squeezed the cuntlips together, milking them against her clit. He was playing both ends at the same time, toying with both her ass and cunt while licking her buttocks!
It was a feeling she would never forget. It seemed as if every square inch of her body were being stimulated, licked and fucked. And oh, the way Ken was twisting his fingers around and around, reaming out her shitter, fucking those digits in and out like a thick cock, faster and faster. Joan drew her knees together slightly, rocking her body from side to side. She was drunk, drunk with perverted lust. The more he did to her the more she desired! Yes, he could shove his cock in there. He could shove anything he damned well chose in there.
"Oh, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me good!"
It was the cry of a desperate, sexually crazed woman. Joan couldn't control herself' any longer. He was twisting those slick fingers around and around in her butt while his other hand was fucking her into madness.
Once more, she looked around her small shoulders and watched with excited delight as Ken's cock jerked and throbbed, nearly hitting his washboard belly several times. Oh, how she wanted that prick in her, how she wanted to feel that fat cockhead shoving her slick cuntal membranes apart, touching her clit all the way! Joan growled like a mad dog, wagging her butt from side to side, still hoping Ken would change his mind and fuck her in the pussy, instead of her ass.
The horny doctor kept reaming out her shitter, however, touching her clit to keep the woman quiet and on the large sofa. Joan was grinding her thighs .together hungrily, rocking her body back and forth, while twisting and writhing at the same time. Oh, she was going to cum, cum soon-and all by herself!
"Fuck me, fuck me!" Joan whispered urgently. .
Oh, it felt so good having him rub her clit that way, suck her pussy with his thick mustache scraping teasingly over her slick cuntal membranes. She was so hot, so wildly hot. She moved her hips up a little, tilting her ass, doing anything to encourage the young doctor to finally take care of her pussy.
Then it happened. Ken moved up, covering her body with his. She felt his warm hard belly slide over her back while his hands clamped down on the backs of hers. She felt his hot breath blowing against the back of her neck while his cock brushed up between her inner thighs. He was going to fuck her, fuck her good. But where?
"OHHHH!" Joan moaned excitedly.
His hand went up to his face. He was spitting on his palm, actually spitting on it! "What. . . ?" she began uncertainly.
Then she felt some movement behind her. Greasing down his dick! Oh, God, he was greasing down his cock with spit again and again to . . .
"AIIIEIYYYEHNOOO!" Joan screamed.
The woman felt his cockhead shoving against her shitter lips now. Her cunt spasmed, clamping down on thin air. No, oh, God no, he couldn't be . . . oh, he couldn't be shoving his rod into her ass already!
"NOOOO!" Joan cried out again and again, tossing her head from side to side like an angered mare. Both shivered, twisting and hunching.
"I'm gonna shove this prick all the way in, baby. When I get through, you're gonna be split wide open," Ken whispered into one ear, biting it teasingly, then flicking his tongue into the waxy canal.
Joan cried out, feeling the big man ease forward. The pressure against her sphincter increased. She could feel the lips flattening, then puckering in as the cockrod started making some headway. A. dull ache increased to a sharp pain as the prickhead worked its way into the moaning woman's shitter.
"NO!" Joan arched her spine, rolling her ass from side to side.
"Just relax and you'll enjoy this as much as I do," Ken advised, easing back for a second.
He sucked in a deep breath; then shoved for., ward with all his might. In one mind wrenching blow, he managed to push his cockhead into her ass.
Chapter Five
"GOD!" It was all Joan could say. Bright lights popped in front of her. The sudden pain had taken the edge of her coming climax from her cunt. She felt her pussy muscles slackening, growing loose as the pain grew in her ass. For a moment the woman thought she was going to pass out. The agony spread to the rounded edges of her buttocks, then knifed info her belly. For the next few moments, Ken did nothing, holding tightly on to her while feeling her butt gradually getting used to this new intrusion.
It was something the confused woman had never experienced before in her life! Butt fucking! Her husband had never even suggested it in all their years of lovemaking. Of course, Joan knew couples did this sort of thing. But she always thought having a cock in the cunt was what sex was all about. But this. . . ?
"No, please. . . please, take it out. Ohhhh, you don't know how it . . . hurts me!"
But Ken said nothing, holding tightly onto her. Then, slowly, he came to life. He twisted his hips to the right, then to the left, making the woman feel his fat cock drilling mercilessly into her.
The big doctor grunted, stopping his downward sinking motion. "Like it. Starting to like it?"
"Unnghhh . . . noooo . . ."
But that was a lie. While Ken asked the question, he looped one hand down to her cunt and started touching her clit. Almost immediately, Joan felt her cunt flash into high heat once more. The butt muscles were relaxing, growing to accept the long fat intruder. The pain was now turning into something far more exquisite. Soon, she found herself rocking in a counter rhythm to Ken's fucking movements. He grunted with approval, pulling his rod out until only the blunt tip of his cockhead remained in.
Ken moaned when he felt Joan's pussy spasming against his fingers. Pinching the tiny sex organ, rolling her clit like a pea between his fingers, Ken shoved forward, sending his cockhead reaming into her asshole. This time, the young doctor kept his cock going, past the point where he'd stopped earlier.
Joan's eyes widened, her lower jaw slackened when she felt that thing reaming into her asshole. She squirmed on the couch, her fingers tearing at the cushions. She let out sharp, strangled sobs while her fists banged against the sofa. Oh, it would do no good. If no one had come rushing in by now, no one would come in. And that was good. After all, she was enjoying this to some degree, that degree increasing with each passing second. The two of them would be fired immediately if word got out. And then what would she do for money?
"UGHHHHHHHHH!" she groaned.
Several times, Joan was on the verge of screaming in pain. But she knew now it would do no good. Instead, she choked, down the desire to yelp, concentrating on the stuffed full feeling making her belly feel as if it were bulging out.
"Ohhhhh, yeah, yeah, let me fill up your butt with my dick."
Ken was growing hotter. He couldn't keep his jizz packed down into his balls much longer. He slowly began a regular fucking movement, his balls swinging forward and softly slapping against her butt.
"Ughhhh . . ." Joan cried again, jerking her head back and grinding her butt against Ken's dick.
Yes, she had finally come to the point, relaxed to the degree of accepting that long, hard, hot prick. She wanted to scream with shame and delight.
Closing her eyes, the tormented woman pictured how the two of them looked-she in a crouched position, her hair hanging loosely over her face, her fingers clutching the edges of the sofa cushions. And Ken-that muscleman doctor, draped over her like a male dog fucking his bitch, his hairy buttocks rising and falling regularly while his cock trenched out her butthole. The room spun around and around. Echoing off the walls were the soft wet sucking sounds of fucking. Fucking! Yes, that was what they were doing. Joan thought she was going to die!
"Unghhhoooo . . ." she gurgled.
Slowly, Ken increased his fucking speed. The slippery slide of his fat rod became faster and faster. He rolled his thighs, snapping his hips against Joan's ass to make the throbbing of his dick more intensely felt. Joan cried out, throwing her head back when he bit her neck. She could feel the fat dickhead jerk and throb inside her. She didn't have to worry about intensifying her feelings. She was overloaded with sensations. . . a drooling, yelping, hot whore who would try anything at this point.
"Oh, cum, cum, cum. . . " she moaned, her head hanging down between her jetting shoulder blades.
"Yeah, baby, I'm gonna dump this into your. . . ughhhh . . . into your butt!"
Joan felt as if the young doctor were turning her insides into putty. She was close, oh, so close. She loved it now when he slid his fingers down to her cunt and toyed with her fluttering labes. She cried out in ecstasy, twisting her body around and around in a rhythm of uninhibited sexual frenzy. They fucked like mindless animals in heat, their bodies now coated with sweat. All the fears Joan had had earlier about butt-fucking evaporated now under the heat of her exploding cunt.
Then Ken was crying out something, swearing at her, beating her with his fists. He cursed wildly, digging the fingers of one hand hard into Joan's butt while furiously moving his fingers up and down her fuck slot. Joan could feel every muscle of Ken's body rippling and straining as the young doctor twisted on top of her.
Suddenly, he was sending jets of hot cum into her ass. The thick, oozing jizz filled her butt up quickly, leaking out of her tight asshole and trickling down her thighs.
She had done it! She'd actually gone and done it. She had actually taken a cock up her shitter, almost begged him to fuck her there. And all the while, he was toying with her clit and reaming out her convulsing asshole. Oh, God, she was going to cum like that! Cum without having anything except a finger toying with her pussy, while that wonderful cock was shooting cum up her ass!
The thought of being fucked like that pushed the woman over the edge. Crying out, screaming and clawing, the woman came with a ferocity she couldn't believe. Again and again, she let out sharp animal cries, fucking back against the young muscular doctor. Ken smiled, shaking the sweat from his eyes as he felt Joan cumming under him. She cried out for more, hungrily snapping her sphincter muscle, milking his slackening cock with her shitter.
Ken played with her clit until she collapsed, pinching it, touching it, rubbing it until the woman screamed for him to stop. Exhausted, violated, Joan finally collapsed on the sofa, burying her shamed face in her arms. With a grunt Ken backed up, pulling his soft cock from her butt with a sucking sound.
"Ohhhhh . . ." she gasped.
Joan couldn't bear to look at the physician. She wanted to tell him to get out, to leave and never come into the office again. But how could she do that? In a way, he was her boss! She would have to see him again some time.
And then. . . and then, would he lock the door again, shove his rod into her butt again?
Her ass throbbed, feeling as if it were still stretched by that awful, wonderful donkey dick.
"I've had a few of the nurses on the floor. But they don't even start comparing to you, Joan," Ken said, wiping his cock and sliding off the couch.
The woman brushed back her long blonde hair and watched him dressing. She lay flat on her belly now, her legs drawn tightly together. She could feel jizz still oozing from her asshole while her clit throbbed teasingly against her cuntlips.
"Don't. . . don't tell anyone. . ." Her face reddened.
Of course, he didn't have to listen to her. She could imagine him telling all his buddies. Her door would be pounded flat by next week, the rush of all those horny interns finally attracting enough attention so that. . . oh, God, not only her reputation but her job would be in danger.
"Don't worry your pretty little head about that," Ken said, tucking his rod into his trousers, then bending down and picking up his shirt. Sliding it over his shoulders, he walked to the couch and stroked his fingers through her hair. "I'm not about to share you with all the others. . . yet." He was buttoning up his shirt. Then he reached down for his smock.
Joan watched silently as he walked from the room, then rushed to the door and relocked it. Oh, how could she have been so crazy as to let something like this happen. . . and in the office? My God, she might as well have gone down on all fours in the middle of the outpatient clinic and begged half the staff to fuck her right there!
"Oh, oh, OH!" she blurted aloud.
Joan held her head in her hands, shaking like a leaf in the wind. What had driven her to this? What had made her accept this foul way of fucking, of begging him to shame her like this? Surely, getting fucked in the ass doggie style was degrading, humiliating? And yet, that very fact made the fucking that much more exciting! Thinking back on what had just happened, Joan felt her heart contract, then skip a beat.
"Oh, God, what's happening to me?" she whispered, drawing her fingers over her face. She stared down at the heap of her clothes. Yes, she'd better dress, finish quickly, then go home and sort this all out. She was weak, too weak to finish all those reports. The fucking had taken all the strength from her. Dress and go home and rest and think. Then she'd be able to come to work tomorrow with the knowledge of why she had let this man abuse her.
But if Joan was going home to rest, she would find little of it there. While the older woman was picking through her mind, trying to figure out why she had allowed Ken to violate her in that foul way, Carrie was having problems of her own. . .
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* "What. . . what are you doing?"
Nearly one hour had passed since Jack had fucked Carrie. Wiping her off with a kitchen towel, the young man seemed to have aroused himself once more. The girl watched in amazement as his cock thickened and grew longer while his balls tightened in their sacs.
"Was gonna call my brother to tap you, too. But I'm gonna get in another lick before that," he said, smacking his lips like a hungry wolf.
Carrie was still in the living room, sitting up now, her legs stretched out in front of her. She had folded one over the other, partially hiding her cunt. The young blonde hoped Jack would get dressed and go. But instead, he seemed to just sit there on the floor and stare at her lovely naked young body. That staring had paid off . . . for him. He was getting hard again, getting ready to fuck her once more.
"Please. . . please, I don't want to . . . " She sucked in her lower lip and bit down. Looking at the young hoodlum in front of her, she realized he didn't give a damn what she wanted.
"Come here," he snapped.
He had given her that command before and she had paid dearly when she refused. Whimpering, fighting down the panic already beginning to rise in her belly, Carrie brushed back her hair again and started crawling toward him. Her eyes were riveted on the large prick. rising up from the man on the floor.
"What. . . ?" "Suck that dick!"
She drew back, covering her mouth with the back of one hand. Put her mouth to that. . . that dick? Ugh! No, she couldn't do it, especially knowing where it had been just a little while ago..
"I said. . . suck it!"
With that, Jack reached down around and grabbed her by one arm, yanking her hard toward him. She half sprawled on the floor, one leg still tucked under her butt while the other kicked out. Her face was in his crotch now, the smell of his groin wafting up her nostrils. Jack's cock was brushing up against her face while his balls rubbed over her chin. He was still telling her to suck him off, to give him some "real good head."
"No, oh, God no!" she whined.
There was nothing she could do. Bite him? Carrie could only imagine the treatment she could get with that sort of action.
"I said. . . SUCK!"
With that, he jammed her face down into his crotch, grunting with satisfaction when the girl struggled and gagged. She fought wildly, digging her nails into his bare hairy thighs, scratching him while trying to push herself away.
But her struggling only excited the big man more. He enjoyed holding her down, pressing her against his crotch while forcing her face against his cock and balls. Breathing unevenly, the young stud gripped her hard by the head, moving her lips over his cockrod, telling her he was going to "clean up the fuckin' house" with her if she tried anything to get away.
Carrie relaxed, her mouth filling with the hefty hunk of cockmeat. Her jaws dropped apart and her cheeks puffed out while the greasy cockhead slid back and forth over her lips.
"Ohhh, yeah, that's it, baby," Jack groaned, his head tilted back.
He closed his eyes, his big chest rising and falling while he started feeding the girl his meat. In and out. In and out he sawed his rod until spittle oozed freely from the corners of her mouth.
"UGHHHFFFF!" she wheezed.
The blonde teen remained passive, sprawled on the floor in front of him. She could taste something terribly salty and bleachy washing down her throat, coating her mouth; Cum! He was oozing cum from that piss-slit, coating her mouth with it! Carrie groaned, feeling herself falling even deeper into depravity and humiliation. Oh, when would he leave her alone?
"That's it, baby, work that tongue around, suck it good, move it. . . ughhhh! Yeah, move it there," he groaned, hunching harder into her face.
Carrie tried shoving away again, especially when Jack tried deep-throating her. She could hardly breathe when he stuffed his dick all the way in her mouth, rubbing his balls against her chin. She choked and gagged, pushing her hands against his belly, straightening her legs and digging her toes in the soft carpeting.
Finally, Carrie managed to squirm back, jerking her head away from the maniac in front of her. She twisted her head around, spitting out the foul mixture of spit and cum, holding her throat with one hand while pushing back with the other.
"I told you not to try anything dumb!" he growled, grabbing her by the wrist.
He twisted her arm halfway around, keeping up the pressure even when Carrie screamed that he was going to break her arm.
"Too bad about that, bitch," he snarled, twisting her arm even more, until the. girl thought she heard something pop in her right shoulder. When Carrie thought she was about to pass out, Jack let up the pressure, watching her face reflect the relief she felt.
"Ohhhhh . . . " she moaned.
He pushed her back hard, throwing her down on the carpet. The girl struck her head against the floor, her arms falling to either side of her naked body. What was the use of fighting back? It was only going to make a horrible situation unendurable. Raising one hand, Carrie put her fingers to her mouth trying to stifle her whimpering sobs, not daring to look at the animal panting in front of her. Oh, how she wished she were a little girl again, up in her room, loving her dolls!
"SUCK!" Jack shouted.
He was crawling on top of her, covering her like slime. Oh, how he hurt her when he pressed his knees atop her shoulders, bracing himself against her body. He was rubbing his cock all over her face, pressing the head against her eyelids, now rubbing the greasy bulb over her nose and mouth until she coughed with disgust. And all the time, there was that same sour smell invading her nostrils, the smell of an aroused male, of a man wanting to fuck her.
"Suck it, baby, suck it!"
Once more the command came, and once more Carrie had no other choice. She opened her mouth when he pressed his fingers against the place where her upper and lower jaw met. The pain was too tremendous for her to fight back. Tilting his body forward, Jack dropped his cock into her mouth and started fucking her throat, slamming his hairy groin into her nose so hard she found it hard to breathe! "NOOOOOOOFFFF!"
When he thought he was about to pop off, Jack eased back, reaching behind himself and stroking his fingers over her blonde furry slit. Carrie was too scared to be aroused at this point. She had no idea what he was going to do next, and she lay there paralyzed with terror. Jack grunted with some disappointment, realizing she was dry.
"Don't dig it, eh bitch?"
With that, he curled his fingers around some cuntal hairs and pulled, yanking several from her sensitive labes. The pain was all consuming. It was as if someone had knifed her in the cunt. Carrie closed her eyes, her face blanching while her cheeks slackened from the shocking pain. She started to scream. But Jack was ready, leaning forward and stuffing her mouth and throat with his eight-inch hunk of cockmeat. .
"SGHHGHHHFFF!"
Her head swam around. For a while, he was cutting off her oxygen! Oh, God! she couldn't breathe! And then finally, finally he backed off. Carrie gasped appreciatively, wondering what else he had in store for her.
Chapter Six
Jack had nearly dumped his load into Carrie's mouth. He was beating the head of his prick against the back of her throat, his balls slapping against her chin. The girl cried, sobbed and gagged, the big man's knees hurting her shoulders as he kept fucking her mouth while kneeling on her arms. Her legs jerked up, then flopped back down t6 the floor, while that awful piece of dick meat kept reaming out her mouth and throat.
"SHIT!" Jack snarled.
He stopped, .his body trembling. He could feel the cum boiling up from his nuts, packing down in his meaty cockmeat. No, he didn't want to shoot off in this little cunt's mouth. He had better things in store for her.
"I'm gonna call up my brother," he said, holding his cock tightly between his fingers. Carrie shivered. Two of them! . It was enough to make her faint with terror. She was glad he was leaving her alone. Oh, how her mouth and jaw had begun to hurt from being pried open that wide!
Quickly, he drew back, wiping his cockhead over her chin.
"Gonna make sure you don't try nothin' while I'm callin' up." Standing up, he grabbed the sobbing girl under her arms, pulled her to a standing position, then shoved her toward the kitchen doorway. Carrie walked about the house like a zombie, afraid to look back at the man behind her. At times he slapped her jiggling naked buttocks, laughing when she squealed. He directed her to the kitchen and made her stand by the sink while he rummaged through the various drawers. .
"This'll do it," Jack said, pulling out several feet of quarter-inch clothesline.
He looked around, found the basement door, then pulled the reluctant teenager after him. Carrie followed, her thirty-four-inch tits slapping softly against her chest while her bare soles padded across the cold kitchen tile.
"Get down there," he commanded.
Oh, God, how she wished the basement didn't exist now! As the girl climbed down the creaking wooden steps now with Jack behind her, she felt as if she were being marched to the block! The damp smell of an underground space met her nostrils. Oh, how she used to love that smell on those hot dry days when the Santa Ana winds whistled through the Southern California mountains! Now it made her shiver.
"Okay, baby, okay," Jack said from behind her.
They were standing near the water heater. The room was quiet except for the quiet hiss of the pilot.
Taking one hand, Jack looped an end of line around her wrist, securing it with a double figure eight. He tied that wrist to the other in front of her, binding her hands tightly together with a square knot. Carrie winced, feeling the narrow diameter rope cutting the circulation to her fingers. They were growing cold, aching as he led her to one end of the basement where a bare yellow bulb illuminated the space.
"Oh please, loosen it. You're. . . you're hurting me with that thing," she begged, stumbling over the cracked concrete floor. Carrie began to really worry now, especially when she realized she was being made more helpless by the ropes. "Just to make sure you ain't gonna try nothing dumb like makin' a break for it," Jack repeated, looking around for something to fasten her to. Rolling his eyes up, he spotted a metal rod driven between two of the many overhead wooden support beams. His thick lips curled into a smile. Moving to one side he slid a chair in front of him, climbed up and draped two long pieces of clothesline over the rod. .
"What are you doing?" she asked nervously. Jack said nothing, testing the strength of the line and grunting in satisfaction. Taking one end of each piece, the young man secured them with a double hitch to Carrie's wrists. The young woman whimpered, guessing what was about to happen. Jack kicked the chair away, stepped back and started pulling on the free end of the line.
Carrie felt the rope tightening around her wrist, saw it sliding overhead over the thick piece of iron bar, dust sifting through the air and settling in her hair and on her shoulders. Gradually, the. line tightened, drawing her arms over her head. Jack kept pulling, smiling lewdly at her as her arms became fully extended above her head.
The ceiling wasn't too high. . . perhaps nine feet above the floor. Carrie wasn't very tall, thus enabling Jack to haul her off the floor several inches. That was exactly what the young male was doing, tugging at the rope now, his muscles tensing as the double clothesline started lifting her from the basement floor.
"Ohhhhhh . . ." she cried in anguish.
The strain on her arm muscles was painful. Carrie let her head fall forward, her long blonde hair washing over her face. She grunted, the strain in her shoulders becoming worse. The girl tried standing on her tiptoes, attempting to relieve the pressure in her arms. It was futile. Jack kept hauling the rope, raising her so much not even her toenails scraped the concrete any more. Soon, she was swinging back and forth like a side of beef in a meat market, her tits jiggling like pudding on her heaving chest.
Jack stopped the pulling, tying the free ends of the double line to a ceiling support column nearby. He stared at the young woman. Her arms pulled high over her head, her wrists bound together, her body swinging freely across the floor, naked and helpless. He smacked his chops, wanting to get into Carrie's pussy once more. Yes, he had fucked her, taken her cherry violently, then had nearly blown his wad in her sucking mouth.
Moving up to her, he reached up and fondled her tits. The girl groaned, her head moving up. He saw her eyes through the curtain of blonde hair partially masking them. They showed the pain, the fear, even the loathing she felt for him at this point. Good. That was what turned the young man on. He enjoyed doing this to women, enjoyed making them heel, obey him, scream and then finally beg him to keep up whatever he was doing. "Gonna call my brother Ray. He's good and hot, baby. Man, he's gonna put you away," Jack said, watching the growing -fear on her face.
"Oh, no, no, no . . . " she kept repeating.
Jack started moving toward the stairs, turned and went back to her. Carrie heard him moving behind her, felt his filthy fingertips smoothing over her thighs, then sliding up to her buttocks. Her flesh puckered up into goosepimples as a cool draft chilled her body. It was the low temperature and the fear making her flesh crawl.
Jack was muttering something, concentrating. on feeling around her asscheeks. He started pinching the resilient milk-white flesh. Oh, she felt his breath against her asscheeks, felt his fingers dipping into the sweaty crack. He was pulling her buttocks apart, dipping his face into that narrow dark crevice. Carrie's eyes widened, her nostrils flared when she felt his bearded face scraping over her buttocks. He was tonguing her ass, growling like a dog. At times the girl could feel his teeth scraping over her flesh. Then he was. . . oh, God, he was actually sucking at her shitter, digging his fingertips into her butt flesh while sucking at that tiny hole.
"OHHH!" Carrie lurched forward, her legs kicking apart when she felt that stiff, hot wet tongue entering her bunghole! It had to be one of the wildest feelings she'd ever felt! Strange hot flashes shot from her ass to her cunt, making her clit pop up once more from the surrounding wet cuntal flesh. The rope overhead groaned with the twisting movement of her body. More dust drifted through the air, settling on her shoulders as the girl kicked and jerked. He was mouthing her asshole now, shoving his tongue in, spreading her butt apart with his callused fingers. Oh, he was wetting down her bowel lining, growling, snarling like some kind of mad animal! Hot and cold chills alternately flashed through her crotch as her body swayed and twitched on the rope.
"Yeah, baby, you're hot, hot enough to take on both of us," Jack said, letting her go.
He wiped his mouth with the back of one hand and lumbered up the stairs, slamming the door behind him.
Carrie hung there for what seemed like hours. For a. while, she tried to escape, kicking her legs, trying to swing her body back and forth to break the rope, to do anything to get down from that painful, obscene position. But the clothesline held in spite of all the groaning and popping it was doing. Her fingers were hurting. Her shoulders were hurting. And all the while, Carrie wondered what awful things lay in store for her. She had come to the conclusion that Jack and his brother Ray were going to use her as a kind of toy, sucking as much amusement from her as they could before they cut her down.
Then Carrie thought of her mother. How long would this go on? What if her mother came home and found them? Would she be able to stop it, or would they jump her, tie her up and force her to . . . ? Carrie shook her head. No, that was too terrible to think of!
More time passed. Then she heard movement upstairs, heard the door open, heard the sound of two sets of feet climbing down the stairs. Jack appeared first, his thick-muscled naked body still looking sexy, exciting in the dim basement light. Behind him was Ray younger, taller, meaner.
"Yeah, this is the little cunt that's been waggin' her tail around us," Ray said, scratching his smooth-shaven chin.
He was blond, square-jawed, blue-eyed, looking like the boy next door. But he had a streak of savagery that surpassed even his brother's.
"The old lady here?" he asked, his eyes studying Carrie's helpless body.
"Naw. She's around, I guess. You wanna wait for 'er?" Jack asked.
Ray's lips curled into a smile.
"It'd be fuckin' interesting. . . screw the old lady and make the daughter watch, fuck 'em both. Naw, come on, let's have ourselves a little fun with the cunt here. If her old lady comes in, we'll hogtie her and take it from there," Ray decided.
"You'wanna tap'er? I got 'er cherry," Jack said, scratching his balls.
"Cherry, huh?"
Ray was amused. The young man walked slowly around Carrie, tracing his fingers along her waist. The girl tensed, sensing the violence brewing in the young man. There was something frighteningly cold about his eyes, something that chilled her very soul.
"Boots and the belt," he said in a firm, low voice.
"Yeah, yeah," Jack agreed.
Boots and the belt? Carrie screwed up her face in bewilderment, wondering what on earth he meant. But when she saw Ray unbuckle his belt and slide it from the loops of his Levi's, she quickly grasped the situation. They were going to beat her, then probably kick her into unconsciousness. She saw what was going through Ray's mind, saw the smirk on Jack's face.
"No, oh, God NO!" she screamed, snapping her head back and jerking on the ropes.
She kicked out at the man, trying to keep them away while she curled her fingers and clawed helplessly at the frayed clothesline. Oh, why, why wouldn't the line give way? At times, she and her mother had silently curssed when the line broke: Now it was holding up fine, keeping her prisoner. "Nice body. Too bad it's gonna have a couple of marks. But it won't be too bad," Ray said, looping the belt and tapping the curved end regularly against one thigh. He was loving this, enjoying watching her cringe in front of him while he threatened her with the black piece of leather. "Oh, please, please don't do this," she begged, her eyes wide, focused on the belt tapping against his right leg.
"You ain't got no choice," Ray said, his arm muscles tensing.
"Go on, Ray, let 'er have it!" . What happened next was too quick for the girl to follow. The two brothers were talking about how to beat her, how the belt should be applied to her helpless, hanging body. Then she caught a rapid arm movement from the corner of her eye. Ray had moved quickly, snapping one arm back, then letting the belt go. There was a sharp hissing sound, the sound of the leather coming through the air, cutting the darkness, rocketing toward Carrie.
"UGHHHHHH!"
The blonde teen doubled up, her knees jerking up to the base of her tits. The blow had been terrible. His belt had slashed into the flesh just below her last rib, snapping hard against the skin. Carrie opened her mouth and tried screaming. But only a rush of air came from between her lips. Ray hadn't even used all his strength. And the cutting blow had singed her brain. The woman gagged, the sharp pain seeming to wrench her guts inside out. Her eyes opened wide while her nostrils flared.
"Yeah, yeah!" Jack laughed, reaching out and taking the belt from his younger brother.
Slowly the girl let her legs straighten as the pain subsided. She felt the stinging warmth spreading through her body from the' belly. Why, oh, why were these animals doing this to her?
"Nooo . . ," she pleaded.
Carrie stared at the big men, her mouth opened wide. She wanted to reason with them, to beg them not to hurt her. Of course, that was absurd. The more she begged, the more they would hurt her, wanting to hear those words of pleading.
"Ughhh . . . uh . . . " she grunted, panic registering in her eyes.
Jack stood back, rocking from his heels to the balls of his feet. He had the belt now and was tapping it against his naked thighs the way his brother had earlier. His hand then moved swiftly, bringing the doubled belt hard across her belly, just above the spot where a purple welt was beginning to form.
"AHHHHHHH!" she screamed.
Carrie's head snapped back, her long hair washing over her shoulder blades. The pain felt as if Jack had opened her guts with a rusty knife. He hit her again with the belt, this time the leather crashing across her tits. Another blow slashed the belt across her cheek.
The force of that blow snapped her head to the right. Carrie choked on a stifled cream. How could people do this to one another especially to her? She hadn't hurt a fly in her life.
"OH GOD!"
She cried out that name, not really believing God or anyone would help her. Jack had stopped for a second, letting her sag in her bonds once more. He watched as she sobbed and cried, her body glistening with sweat. Then he raised his hand up once again, slicing the belt across her left nipple.
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"AIYEEEEEEE!" she shrieked.
It had to be the worst sensation she'd ever had in her life! The girl cried out again and again as an involuntary spasm made her draw her legs up toward her belly. The pain went on and on like a raw gash with stinging piss poured over It. She ground her teeth, starting to, hate .those brothers bitterly. The hatred mixed with her fear and contempt, producing a powerful emotion that nearly choked her. Carrie wanted the brothers to come close, really close so she could smash their balls with her feet. Another lashing blow against her right thigh made her screw her face into a mask of pain. Then it stopped once more. Slowly the girl managed to regain control of her body. "Like it baby? Like haven't a real man over you? Ray asked taking the belt back from his brother and letting it unfold. He stepped back snapping the leather against the floor making it crack like a rifle.
"OHH" Carrie whimpered "Bitch!" Ray snapped hatefully.
Carrie was sagging once more in her bonds when he lashed the belt across her tits again. Then he moved down beating her thighs with the leather, only more gently than he had hit her before. These love taps, as he later called them produced a sensation not entirely unwanted by the girl. In fact, it was pleasant, a sensation that slowly aroused her cunt, making her forget about the painful sensations coursing through her body.
"Ughhhh . . . " Carrie was still writhing with the pain of those cutting blows.
Jack and Ray looked at her t licking their lips. The twisting, tortured young body in front of them aroused the brothers into a fury of sexual excitement. Their cocks were hard, hot, ready to plow through her slick cuntal hole at a moment's notice. Still, they restrained themselves, determined to milk as much pleasure as they could from this S & M orgy. Ray resumed his beating of her chest and belly, finally throwing the belt down to the floor. He was holding both her legs now, raising them, forcing her to wrap them around his waist while he reached down and grabbed a handful of her pussy hairs. The girl screamed, throwing her head back, knowing what to expect.
"CUNT!"
The young man yanked several hairs from her pussy, then began milking and pinching the cuntlips together against her clit. To her surprise and mortification, Carrie found she was responding positively to this torture. Oh, what surprises she was in for much later!
Chapter Seven
"Hey, man, you wanna fuck 'er in the butt?" Jack asked, screwing up his eyes and
smiling at his younger brother.
"I sure ain't gonna stick my cock where you shoved yours, man. Shit, you think I'm some kind a fag or something?"
"Fuck. Well, I'm gonna take care of this cunt in the pussy, then. You fuck her ass."
They were talking about her, using words that made her cringe. Gasping, crying out desperately, the young woman begged them to stop, to end their cruel torture.
"You're gonna get fucked, baby, whether you like it or not," Ray growled, bringing a chair over. "Hey, you bring that stuff with you. . .you know, the dildos and other shit we used last week?" Jack asked, reaching out and holding Carrie's swinging feet steady for his brother. "Yeah, I got 'em. First I'm gonna see how this ass is. Man, nice and young and firm," Ray commented, rubbing his fingers over her butt. His eyes picked up the slick slime left by his brother's tongue. "You been all over this little bitch, eh? Lubin' 'er up for me, right?"
Jack laughed, then started stroking the girl's pussy with both hands.
Carrie groaned, closing her eyes, trying to resign herself to what would inevitably follow. What was going to happen to her? She knew something terrible was going on with her body. She felt cuntal fluid running like a river of molten lava in her pussy. She was juicing, actually responding to this animal. She hated herself, hated everything about her that was aroused by these men and their brutality. And yet the girl couldn't deny it. The throbbing in her cunt was all too real, telling her she was enjoying this torment as much as hating it.
"Ohhh . . ." she sighed hopelessly.
There she hung from her cuffs, her cuntlips growing red and slick and puffy, a sign that she was all-too ready for a hard, randy fucking.
"Now baby now" Ray whispered.
She heard the soft sound of material sliding down to the floor. Ray had dropped his hands. Then she felt the all-too-familiar touch of a cock-long, thick, hard and hot, probably as big if not bigger than his. brother's. And he was going to shove that thing m her ass.
"Ohhh . . . " she moaned. Carrie's joints began to hurt. The strain on her wrists and shoulders grew worse as she tried to conceal her cunt from Jack. He was still tugging on the slick labes, laughing at her, telling her how hot a slut she was, while his jagged fingernails teased up and down her slick little clit.
Then Ray was climbing on the chair behind her, wrapping his big arms around her waist and hunching his cock into her ass.
"NO!" Carrie cried out, her eyes bugging out, saliva drooling from her lips as she felt the fat dickhead worm its way into her spit slickened asscrack. He was going to drive that torpedo in, split her in half! Oh, that would surely tear her bowels to pieces, kill her! She could imagine how her body would be found later, split apart, hanging like two sides of beef from the basement ceiling. Again and again, the blonde teen howled, her legs kicking out, breaking away from even Jack's firm grip.
"Hold 'er down, damn it!" Ray shouted above Carrie's shrieks.
The older brother grabbed her firmly just above the knees, snapping her legs together while burying his face in her pussy. Carrie cried out again, feeling his teeth and tongue sliding over her clit, burrowing into her cunt.
"SHIT!" Jack yelled.
Carrie was twisting and bucking too much for Jack to slide his cock into her asshole. He swore, stepped down from the chair and picked up his belt. Without warning, the young man curled the leather around one wrist and started slashing it against her butt.
Carrie screamed, jerking forward. But this time Jack had a firm grip on her. She trembled and jerked in place, her cries bouncing off the walls while the crack of the belt mixed with her screams. Oh, how her ass burned! It was on fire. She thought she could feel her skin splitting at
times. Her buttocks heated, reddening to scarlet while the blazing agony of her ass radiated to her cunt. Yes, oh, God yes it was making her pussy burn. She heard Jack grunting with satisfaction as juice ran from her pussy mouth into his throat. He was swallowing it all, teasing her clit with his tongue, trying to draw more of the pungent-tasting fluid out.
"UUUGHHHH!" Carrie gasped. .
Long red stripes appeared on her buttocks. Time and time again, the girl yammered for mercy. But the younger brother kept on, ignoring her cries.
"OGHHHHHH!'"
Ray concentrated on lashing her ass, but none of her body was safe. The girl clenched her buttocks until the big muscles ached from the strain. She was trying to protect the sensitive asshole ring. Ray ignored that section of her body for the moment and beat farther up, flaying - or so it seemed - flesh from her shoulders.
"AIYYEEEEEEEE!" she wailed.
One blow hit right between her jutting shoulder blades. It was terrible! For a second the girl thought she had no skin left. When Jack let go for a second, Carrie felt herself swinging on the ropes, her tormented eyes searching around the basement for some means of escape. All she saw were those everyday things that mocked her now.
"NOOOOO!" she cried out plaintively.
Ray stepped back, pulling his arm to one side, swinging the belt around in a broad circle around his head. Carrie tensed, waiting for the burning touch of the leather against her flesh.
She heard the belt sizzling through the air, cutting the shadows. And then it hit across the tops of her buttocks, forcing the taut globes to jiggle from the cutting force of the blow.
"AHHHHHH!"
Carrie swung on the ropes, her toes and heels brushing over the floor. With complete despair, the girl let herself dangle, her head fallen back. With another groan, Carrie felt her muscles relaxing, her buttocks opening, vulnerable to any attack. That was exactly what Ray had been waiting for. With a slashing overhead stroke, he ripped the end of the belt down her asscleft. The tip of the belt caught at the base of her shitter pulling the, tender ring temporarily out of shape. Carrie thought he had ripped a handful of ass guts from her.
"AIYEEEEEE!"
She screamed more loudly this time than before, her head throbbing with pain and terror. Her body swung boldly out front. To add to her pain, Jack bit down on her cuntlips, crushing her clit under his thumbnail. Carrie threw her head from side to side her voice rising to an incredible screech. She seemed to be losing all functions. The young girl pissed on herself a steady stream of yellow oozing from her slit and trickling down her thighs. Jack swore, pulling his face out of her crotch just in time to avoid getting pissed on. "Yeah, man, yeah," Ray said, backing away and staring at the broad stripes scarring her buttocks.
"Man, take it easy. You made her piss almost on my fuckin' face," Jack complained He reached over, picked up a filthy rag and wiped the girl's cunt off. Carrie once more sagged in her bonds. The whipping had stopped. Thank God. For a second, the girl thought she was going to die from the pain that had assailed her asshole. Oh, when would it end?
Then, Ray went back jamming, one forefinger into her butt. The girl clawed upward, her fingernails breaking against the taut clothesline. She was trying to climb toward the ceiling while the young man behind her was screwing one finger into her ass.
"NOOOOO!" she screeched.
What kind of foul mind did he have? What was his fascination with her buttocks? Her knees jerked up once more, her legs snapped together, then spreading apart as the finger wormed its way up her gut.
"OH!"
Jack crushed her clit again, making the young girl's face slacken from pain, her cheeks draining of blood. Then Ray yanked his finger out with incredible speed. Carrie felt as if her bowels had been ripped out with it. How odd. With all that pain, with all that degradation, she felt a lusty sensation in and around her asshole. It was inflaming her cunt even more! She groaned, throwing her head from shoulder to shoulder.
"GOD!" Carrie shouted the word to the ceiling as Ray dragged the little chair behind her.
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He was poking at her shitter again. The feelings in her cunt were growing lewder. She wanted to feel Jack inside her, reaming his cock into her pussy. No, no! What in God's name was she thinking of? At least, she had to keep some sense of decency! Let them do what they would with her. 'There had to be some piece of her that refuse to give in to those wild feelings assailing her clit.
"Yeah!" Ray was breathing heavily behind her.
Carrie waited, wondering what else he had in store for her. The flutter in her cunt had passed through pain, coming out as a furnace of slippery heat. She thought of hanging there helpless while he shoved that dick into her cunt. Oh, how her pussy flooded wet with more juice. Carrie tried to twist her head around to see what Ray was doing. Jack's mouth was sucking like a leech onto her juicing cunt. Several times, she'd nearly cum in his mouth, especially when his tongue snaked in between those puffy lips and teased the rounded bottom of her clit.
Ray grabbed her hips. Yes, he was going to fuck her in the butt, slide his prong into her asshole. She could feel the hot wet tip of his dick brushing over her legs. No, he didn't need any lubricant. He was wet enough to fuck her there. . . or so he thought.
Carrie cried out, twisting her hips as best she could, trying to keep that thing out of her butt. He could fuck her in the cunt. Jack had already 'taken care of popping her cherry. There would be little, if any, pain. But in her ass. . . ? No, oh, God no!
"Man, she's movin' so much she's gonna make me spray all over her fuckin' ass," Ray grunted between his teeth as he bent his knees, pressing his legs against the backs of hers.
"STOP THIS!" she cried.
"SHUT UP!" Ray countered.
Carrie screamed again, however, her voice shrilling incredibly. Jack sucked hard on her cuntlips, the effect sending a shower of tingles into her pussy. And then, with a sudden piercing pain, the head of his cock found her. Carrie yelped, feeling the blunt head pressing against her whipped virgin asshole. Ray laughed again, telling her she was going to be begging him to fuck her harder by the time he finished fucking her butt.
"No, no, I won't. . . I . . . UGHHHHHHAAHHHHHHH! "
Her protests were cut short by another forced shove against her shitter. Carrie screamed again. The whole tight ring of her rectal sphincter was being shoved up into her bowels. She felt the tearing, stretching pain all around the outside of her asshole. It felt as if her butt were being torn apart with a blunt chisel. The touch of Jack's tongue and teeth against her cunt was adding to the whole sensation.
Whether she liked it or not was open to question. Carrie wasn't sure. All she knew was that in her ass, at least, the pain was becoming so intense it was affecting her breathing. She was gasping, taking short breaths, feeling as if she were about to run out of oxygen.
"Ohhhhhh . . . " she groaned.
The pressure against her asshole eased up for a second. Carrie gasped, feeling herself pushing outward as if she were taking a shit.
"Ohhhh, God!"
One of the hands left her hip. Jack was chewing on her pussylips now while his brother shoved hard against her relaxing asshole. She felt the rubbery cockhead sliding up and down against her shitter lips. With a shuddering groan, Carrie let her sphincter relax.
Ray tensed his leg muscles, shoving his knees hard against the back of her legs. It was like having a huge lump of shit shoving in. She cried out, strangled sobs coming from her mouth as the fat prick jammed against her asshole. Oh, it felt as if the little muscles were ripping at the top.
"AHHHHHEHHHH!"
Carrie tugged and yanked at the ropes holding her, feeling the clothesline tearing at her flesh. Oh, how she wanted to feel that big cock ramming in and out of her cunt, not her butt! "Love it, babe, love it," Ray said, slapping her buttocks, then pinching the soft white flesh until the teen squealed from the pain.
"She's juicin'like crazy, man. Keep shovin' it to her," Jack encouraged.
"Christ, she's a tight little mother! You have trouble shovin' it to her when you popped her cherry?" Ray asked, grunting as he slipped a little away from the tight, puckered hole.
"Yeah. But man, once you get in 'er, she can't get enough of it!"
Ray grunted with satisfaction, sucking in a deep breath and shoving down hard once more.
Carrie felt the lewd slickness of his cock shoving against her assglobes. The end of his dick felt slippery. It reached a little deeper into her ass. She moved her hips from side to side, surprised that she was actually trying to help him butt-fuck her.
"Yeah, that's it, baby, move that ass. Move it like a fuckin' tail. Wag it for me. Wag it like the fuckin' bitch you are!"
Carrie felt Ray's hand reach up to her tits.
She squirmed, moving her ass back toward his belly. He kept telling her to move her butt and she did, feeling his warming slap at times across her jiggling buttocks. Oh, how good Jack's tongue felt, slipping and sliding over her furry cuntlips, slopping up the juice seething from her pussy. If only she could have something good and hard in there, spreading apart her itchy cuntal walls, taking care of that terrible aching throb!
Jack was pinching her labes together again, rubbing them against her clit while trailing his tongue over the sensitive band of flesh separating her cunt from her shitter. At the same time, Ray was shoving his dick in hard, making the girl think he was splitting her wide open. Carrie felt the pain of his slow, gradual cock insertion reach higher in her ass, spreading to all parts of her tormented body. "Yeahh . . . ughhhh, shit, I'm goin' in," Ray grunted, throwing his head back and letting out a sigh.
"Fuck 'er, man! Give it to her!" Jack encouraged, slopping his tongue all over her thighs, then moving back up and eating out her cunt again.
Carrie thought she was going to go insane from all the touching and pain. Now both his hands covered her nipples. Ray was pinching the flesh cruelly, rolling her nipples around like two peas while still struggling to bury his dick in her butt. She swayed back and forth, her toes brushing over the broken concrete floor. At times, she thought she was going to swing back and knock Ray off the chair. But then her body stopped its movement for the moment and Ray slipped another inch into her asshole.
"UGHHHHHHH!" she grunted.
Her legs and arms spasmed. Carrie felt the sudden easing of pressure in her ass. The head of his cock had finally popped past the tight ring at the entrance to her asshole. Carrie straightened her legs, feeling a wave of defeat and humiliation spreading over her.
"Unnghhh . . . oh, no, no, why. . . why are you. . . doing this to me?"
The question went unanswered. Jack was slurping up her juices while Ray kept shoving in with his prick.
Carrie found herself pushing her ass toward the younger brother; looking for relief from the obscene sucking sensation in her shit chute. She felt Ray hesitate, pausing for a few seconds to regain his balance. Then he shoved in. Carrie threw her head back, the veins sticking out against her neck flesh while her mouth drew into a tight scar. She squeaked, her cunt going into tremors of sexual desire. The folding, slippery asshole ring clamped down hard on Ray's advancing cock. The young man grunted again in approval, pinching her nipples even harder than before, forcing her to relax her ass so he could shove in the other half of his cockshaft.
"Ohhhhhhh nooo . . ."
The nerves in her wrists parted, she felt, while Ray created more pain in her nipples. She felt that agony from the twin tit centers driving more heat into her crotch. Her round, firm buttocks flexed against his belly, actually looking for more of that fullness now sinking into her ass.
Oh, what a slut she had become! She had soared from victim to willing participant in only a few hours. And still the brothers showed no sign of tiring!
Chapter Eight
"GOD!" Carrie yelled.
The cockhead was threatening to split her ass wide open. The sliding of Ray's cock as it moved deeper into her bowels sent shivery thrills racing through her ass. Carrie felt her body filling with the young man's cock. It was like a steady growing load of molten iron in her ass. She thought his cock would surely have to stop. He had been shoving it to her for what seemed like hours. Surely he had run out. Carrie just knew she'd be feeling his hairy groin brushing up against her buttocks in a second.
But after the cockhead had entered, his prick kept sliding farther up her ass. Carrie bit her lip until it bled. She felt her rectal nerves were more sensitive to the distending than those in her cunt. She imagined the thick bar of meat in her ass growing until it was the size of a torpedo. Ray's dick felt like some pole impaling her, threatening to tear her to pieces with another shove.
The pressure suddenly eased. Carrie sighed, feeling his belly on her buttocks. Surely, she thought, that had to be all. He had to be all the way inside her now. Then another new sensation racked her body. The young man held tightly onto her hips, pulling his dick out. Oh, it was so strange! It was as if he were turning her body inside out! He had to have pulled a foot of cock from her ass. The nerves in her chute protested all the way.
"UGNNGHHHH . . . oooooooooh!" she gushed.
Then he started forward again. Carrie shoved her ass back against him, arching her back curling her spine as she hung there on the ropes. The strange fullness inside her butt was exciting the hell out of her. Of course, that sensation was helped by the constant licking and chewing Jack was doing on her cunt.
This time Carrie felt the cock go deeper, past where the last stroke had stopped. The girl sucked in a ragged breath, her moans growing louder, deeper.
"OH, GOD, GOD!" she moaned.
The ass-fucking was making her swell up. This surely had to end soon. She knew she couldn't keep this up without falling to pieces. Oh, God, his dickhead went up and filled her until she thought it was going to come out through her mouth. Jack was going crazy now, lapping and licking at her snatch like a dog. She licked her lips. Oh, how dry she felt. All the sweating and the losing of her cuntjuice had dried her out!
"Yeah, work it out, baby, come on, work that pussy against my face!"
The heat from her asshole nerves bounced off the stuffed feeling and doubled back, shooting streamers of weird sensations into her brain. In spite of the pain-or perhaps because of it-Carrie wanted more cock in her ass now. She wished it was really a pole as he fucked her.
"Nooo!" she cried out involuntarily.
He was pulling back again, her insides trying to follow his dick out. Carrie thought the lewd suction in her asshole would drive her insane. And now the tempo of Ray's ass-tearing cock would drive her to orgasm. . . that and the wonderful licking tongue that had purposely avoided her clit to this point. Oh, Carrie didn't care how much it hurt her now, how the men humiliated and degraded her. That all added spice to her feelings. She just wanted that cock to drive into her until the spinning ball of sexual need and heat exploded.
"Yeah, baby, yeah" Ray muttered.
He had stamina. He shoved back and forth, gradually speeding his cockstrokes until Carrie thought her ass would melt. The hot friction in her dry ass was like burning gasoline in an open wound. As the ramming length and speed of his strokes grew t she felt the drag of her cuntlips milk more juice from her hole. At times the cuntal muscles contracted, snapping shut around Jack's probing tongue. Then she felt her pussy and asshole go into spasms of delight, shoving her closer and closer to the brink.
"Huhhhhrr! HUHHHRRRRR!" Carrie growled. She was rutting in front of them, shamelessly shoving her ass back, begging for more cockmeat while her cunt ran with juice.
The heat sliced into her clit, making the cunty feeling build up quickly. Carrie grunted with the effort of keeping up with his strokes. All the sensations in her body focused on her cunt and asshole. The stretched ring seemed to draw most of the strength from her will.
"Oh, my God, my GOD!" she bawled. Carrie wouldn't be able to keep this up much longer. She was panting, panting like some damned animal. Her eyes were wild, her mouth opened again as she let out howl after howl. No, there was no more civilization, no more morality, no more mother telling her what was good and evil. All she cared about was that hot, wonderful feeling tearing at her cunt and asshole. She was being aroused at both ends. Fucking! Oh, yes, she loved fucking, would have loved having two cocks sliding in and out of her right now!
The thick bar of cock in her ass seemed to slow down. And then, with a sweaty slap of his belly against her asscheeks, Ray jammed the full length of his rod in. Oh, it seemed to Carrie as if her asshole lining stretched up to her heart. How the blonde teen wanted it all to happen at once. The pain in her tits, the juicy sliding of her cuntlips, the piercing thrusts of his cock in her ass-she wanted to bring it all together in one mind-blowing orgasm.
"HUHHHRRRRR . . . " Ray grunted like a pig behind her. His cock pulled out, sucking her bowels down. Only the head of his dick stayed in her asshole now. Carrie felt the flaring edge of his cockhead pull at her asshole, tugging her insides out. The girl hunched her ass back and forth in fast strokes.
"HUHHHRRR! OHHHHHHH!" She couldn't think any more.
Her mind flashed white hot the only thing real being her butthole and pussy. With
another heavy grunt, Ray rammed his cock back into her ass. Timing his tonguing with the strokes of his brother, Jack cupped his thick lips to her pussy once more and sucked hard, flicking his tongue against her clit.
Carrie stiffened, her face turning white. She felt those rushing hot-cold chills tear through her pussy. Yes, she was close, oh, so close to popping off, to relieving that wonderful terrible pressure killing her. She screamed, feeling a cataclysm of sexual fire in her ass.
"Fuck, I can't hold it, man. Shit, I'm gonna pop right NOW!" It was Ray's voice, sounding thick and strangled.
Carrie screamed, feeling that jet of jellied cum burning into he rasshole lining. Her cunt snapped shut on Jack's tongue, milking the oral organ as if it were a cock. She convulsed wildly, her dangling body swaying back and forth, nearly knocking the younger brother off the chair for a second time. Ray held on tightly, bracing his knees against the backs of her legs, his arms pressing against her sides while his fingers pinched and rolled her nipples.
"NOOOOO! Oh God, it's. . . ughhhhhhh. . . it's so good I'm going to . . . to die!"
Carrie breathed, feeling her clit vibrate like a struck tuning fork.
"Keep it up, baby, come on, cum with my brother. Come on, bitch, you can do it. Make it, cunt, make it," Jack whispered, pulling his tongue out of the sucking hole, trailing the tip maddeningly around the twitching clit.
"Unghhhhh!" she gasped. Carrie felt her tits mashing under Ray's cruel, callused fingers. Lights exploded behind her eyes. All she could- feel now was the cum shooting cock in her ass. And soon, there was the mind-shattering power of her own cum. The lightning in her butt had finally spread to her Clint. Carrie's mind soon centered on her crotch and pieced ass. Every jerking motion of Ray s dick in her ass sent out new height
ened feelings to her pussy.
"OHHHHHHNOOOOOO!" she yelled. She came with a fury that nearly knocked her unconscious. Carrie tugged and yanked at the ropes, nearly parting them while her legs threatened to swing away from Jack's tight grip. Again and again, her cunt clamped down on nothing except his wriggling tongue. How she wanted something long and thick in her cunt, long and thick and hard as that thing still twitching in her butt.
Jack held tightly onto her while Ray started easing out his cock. It had finished its job of dumping spunk in her butt. He wanted to climb down and wipe off. But the girl was still half-crazed with lust. She wanted that dick embedded in her ass, spreading apart her asscheeks while her clit was still throbbing.
Oh, he was going to interrupt the ferocity of
her gigantic cum! No, no, he couldn't do something like that. He couldn't drive her up the heights of sexual arousal and then leave her hanging !
"NOOOOO!" she cried again.
The outsliding dick paused for a second, shoved in, then slipped out a little farther. Carrie wept, sobbed for her complicity in this horror, sobbed for the losing of that wonderful hot, hard thing up her ass. The sliding dick was interrupting her orgasm, smashing the rhythm of her powerful cum.
"Unghhhooo . . ." Carrie sobbed.
Her overloaded brain shattered. The girl fought to keep his cock in her asshole. But Ray was just as determined as she was. And, after all, he was holding all the cards. The wide flare of his dickhead slipped out. Carrie ground her teeth, cursing the young man. Her asshole still fluttered. She jerked and twitched as the young man stepped down off the chair.
"Yeah, baby, yeah, move that butt," Jack whispered, drinking up the last of her juices while fondling his cock through his Levi's.
"Ohhhhh . . . " she moaned quietly.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Carrie felt herself coming down from her sexual high. Relaxing, the girl became conscious of the rope burns on her wrists, of the welts now rising on her buttocks and thighs, of the stretched, slightly painful sensation radiating through her buttocks.
She hung there like a side of beef, the weight of her body pulling painfully at her shoulders. Oh, she could feel something incredibly warm trickling down the backs of her legs. Of course! It. was Ray's cum-thick, white and hot, seeping from her asshole and oozing down to her ankles.
"Man, oh, man, that was somethin' else!" Jack commented.
Carrie's toes brushed the floor again. The ropes must have stretched considerably. It seemed as if her entire body sagged miserably stretched by gravity into a tall, vertical line. She had never felt so absolutely deserted in her life.
"She juice enough for you?" Ray asked, rubbing his cock clean with a cast-off rag.
"Yah. Shit, I wouldn't mind puttin' my cock in ' er right now."
"Come on. You know we got somethin' else planned for the little cunt. She and her old lady been prancin' their asses around like their shit don't stink," Ray said, throwing the dirty towel m Carrie's face.
The young woman groaned, turning her head away from him. She felt sick, sick to her stomach. To think, she had let this man do this to her; actually begged him with her body movements to fuck her. And now he was insulting her and her mother, telling her there was more abuse coming.
"Oh, please, let me go!"
"No way, bitch. We ain't through with you yet," Jack said. "And if your old lady comes home we're gonna plug her maybe even harder than we plugged you. Come on, let's get the little slut down."
The two brothers worked quickly, untying the ropes from around the vertical support column and lowering Carrie to the floor. The young blonde teen was thankful the tearing pain had stopped in her wrists. She couldn't even straighten her knees to stand up. When her feet touched the ground, the girl collapsed completely, lying on one side, then curling up her legs until she was resting in a fetal position. Tears came to her eyes, rolling down her cheeks as she wondered what new horrors Jack and Ray were preparing for her. "Come on. Let's get 'er over to our place before anyone sees us. We'll take care of the old lady later," Ray said, stepping back and sliding up his trousers.
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It was obvious Carrie wasn't going anywhere. She was half conscious on the floor, her body beaten, covered with cum and sweat.
Ray commented she wasn't fit even to piss on, while his brother raced upstairs to find his clothes.
In a little while, the brothers were dressed, hauling the groaning teenager up the stairs to the kitchen. It was there Ray reached down and untied the knots holding her wrists together.
"You go scout outside and see if anyone's around. I'll hold her here. Then we'll move her over to our place," Jack suggested.
Ray cracked open the back door and slipped outside, staying to the wall of the brightly lit house as he edged to the street. No, no one was around. It was a quiet residential neighborhood. It was getting late at night and the weather wasn't warm enough to entice people outside.
"Come on," he whispered loudly.
Jack reached over and picked up a kitchen towel, stuffing it into Carrie's mouth and threatening her with violence before dragging her outside.
The girl struggled weakly, then gave up. She was half carried, half dragged down the drive, across the narrow street, and finally into the house both Jack and Ray lived in.
"OH!" Carrie gasped as they threw her down onto the living room floor.
Carrie brushed her hair from her eyes, looking around at the mess surrounding her. There was little furniture. Most of it-the sofa, the chairs, a coffee table-looked rented and not in the best of shape. The smell of dust and dirt was in the air, along with something vaguely animal.
"Betcha didn't know we've got a mutt, did you?"
For some reason that revelation made the girl's spine chill. Carrie pushed herself up from the floor, twisting half around and staring up at Ray.
"A dog?" she asked nervously. Her voice trembled. Instinctively, she placed one hand to her throat, drawing her knees up to her belly. She felt so terribly vulnerable once again, the same feeling she'd had when Jack and his brother had stripped her, hauled her up and beaten her with that awful belt. She could still feel the hot stinging blows against her flesh.
"Yeah. Pal's his name. We got 'im a while ago, but we don't let 'im out much during the day. Neighbors," .Jack explained casually, enjoying the confusion registering on Carrie's face.
"And he's real friendly. Come on, let's show the slut what ol' Pal can do. You're gonna love 'im," Ray said ironically. .
Carrie wanted to scream, to do something to
stop them. Undoubtedly, this was the start of some new terror for her, some new degradation that was going to take her farther down the ladder of depravity. But as she lay there on the dirty carpeting, the girl knew there was nothing she could do. Once again the sickening feeling of total helplessness washes over her.
"You get 'im from downstairs, Ray. I wanna see this cunt turn on," Jack said, smoothing his fingers over her narrow shoulders.
Ray grunted, stood up and walked over to the kitchen. Carrie sat there, feeling like a victim about to be sacrificed to some terrible god. Sharp-edged fear knifed though her heart once more, paralyzing her brain and will, when she heard a door open, heard the soft barking sounds of an animal as it scampered up the basement stairs into the kitchen.
There was the sound of toenails clacking across the tiled floor. And then he was there standing in the doorway, a handsome large grey and white German shepherd with long pointed ears. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Carrie lying there. Tilting his head to one side, Pal raised his bushy tail and started wagging it slowly from side to side. He appeared to be the friendliest thing in the room.
"Like 'im? Hope so. He's gonna be your new boyfriend," Ray said.
Carrie nearly fainted. So, it had finally come to this!
Chapter Nine
"Oh, no, no, you couldn't mean. . . no, you don't. . . "
Carrie couldn't finish the sentence. Saying might make it so. Surely the brothers weren't serious when they intimated she would have to take on the big dog. No one did that. . . well, perhaps some whores down in Mexico. But they were paid for doing that sort of thing and were used to it. But she, she couldn't even imagine a woman exciting an animal, let alone letting him have sex with her. It was the sort of thing people didn't even joke about!
"Hey, baby, a bitch needs a cock like that to take care of her," Jack taunted.
"No, no!"
Carrie was exhausted, feeling as limp as a dishrag. But lying there, staring into the sparkling brown eyes of that animal some ten feet in front of her, the girl felt new vigor creep into her. No, she couldn't let herself sink that low. She couldn't let an animal touch her. . . at least, she couldn't let it happen without a fight.
Feeling her stomach turn over, the young blonde backed away, her eyes never leaving the big animal whose sides now were heaving in and out with excitement.
"He's done this before, baby. We've had a couple of cunts under him. He digs ladies like you. He likes to sniff 'em out and mount 'em." .
Ray's taunts were terrifying. One glance at the dog, at the tiny mark of red slithering out of the gray furry sheath, seemed to confirm what he was telling her. They had a trained pet, an animal trained to attack women and . . . oh, Carrie couldn't even think of it! She drew back again, her face registering the horror she felt soaring through her.
Pal moved forward, one paw in front of the other, his ears falling back while his black nostrils quivered. He was stalking her as if she were his special prey. Twice, the young teen looked about her, searching for some exit, some escape. Even being beaten and fucked by both brothers seemed an enviable alternative to being attacked and mounted by the German shepherd now in front of her.
"Oh, please, no, no, no..." Carrie begged.
She was praying to nothing in particular. There was no God; God wouldn't let something as awful as this happen if he were there.
"OH!" she blurted as Pal moved forward quickly, touching her right ankle with his cold wet snout.
The touch made Carrie jump, jerking her leg away from him. She turned and started running on all fours. She stumbled, tumbling against the sofa. Behind her was the animal, barking excitedly. Jack reached out, and shoved the young woman back.
"GUHHHH!"
She sat down hard on her ass, her legs spreading apart. She panicked now. She was being pursued. Carrie could hear the dog to one side of her. She saw those slanted eyes, the eyes of a wolf, of a wild animal out to kill her. She cried out, twisting around. Again, she felt his body bump her legs, felt the brush of his nose. The girl tried getting up. But her senses were all twisted, confused from the fall, from the terror paralyzing her mind.
"Oh, help me, help me!" she cried.
Jack and Ray chuckled as the animal pursued her. He had closed in on her, nipping at her ankle. He hadn't really bitten her. But the sharp brushing sensation of his fangs made her choke with fear. He could tear her to pieces, rip her apart like a piece of meat. The dog was fast, quick on his feet, ready to block any of her escape paths. Right now, he was toying with her, playing with her the way the brothers had played with her. Soon. . .
"Ohhh!" Carrie whimpered. She brushed her hair from her eyes, looking with terrified eyes at Ray and Jack, then shifting her attention back to the German shepherd. She tried gathering her feet under her a third time, stumbled, and went sliding across the dirty floor, her head striking the armrest of one of the chairs.
"UGHHHH. . . "
She was dazed, lying on her back. She could feel the rough piling of the carpeting as the animal slowly crept between her spread legs.
"No, no, no . . . " she protested in horror. It was too late to stop him, to do anything about what he was doing. Oh, how the touch of that rough tongue on her legs reminded her of Jack. Carrie choked down a sob, closing her eyes and thinking of how she had hung in her basement, with Ray fucking her ass while Jack ate- out her pussy. How that tongue flicked up and down her slot, making her juice so much, making her twist her butt from side to side and accept that hard dick in her shitter.
Oh, this wasn't anything different. Yes, she had to think of that! It wasn't anything different. If only she could block out the idea that there was a dog hunkering down between her thighs, wanting to lick her dry! Yes, she would think of Jack, of that sex maniac lapping at her cunt.
The animal moved up farther, his big brown eyes rolled up, studying her while his tongue dragged up and down her inner thighs. Oh, how delicious that feeling was! The spit was so hot on her thighs, then cooled down as air blew over the wet flesh. Her cunt ached from the tension of desire raised to an incredible degree by Jack's recent tonguing. Even though she had cum, her orgasm hadn't been all that satisfying. There had been no cock in her pussy. Worse, Ray had interrupted her climax by withdrawing his dick from her ass too soon. She had climaxed, yes, but she was ready for another bout already.
"Ohhhhh . . ." It was a cry of delight.
For a dog? Carrie opened her eyes and propped herself on her elbows. She watched him with fear and confusion as he licked around her navel and the bottom of her rib cage.
"Dig it, bitch? You dig havin' that mutt takin' care of your pussy?" Ray taunted.
It was only friction, just friction. Carrie closed her eyes, feeling herself whirling around. This was horrible, awful. And yet the girl knew she couldn't be expected to stay quiet while that wonderful mouth was pushed against her cunt. Oh, it was impossible for her to be a piece of stone-even if that mouth was a dog's snout. Carrie ran her fingers through her hair, afraid that she was losing her mind.
"Stop it," she muttered.
But her voice was too weak, too unconvincing for the dog even to pay attention. Pal growled again, moved back a little, then started licking once more. She trembled, feeling the animal nuzzling between her thighs. He was whining as if he wanted to do more to her.
"No. . ."
The big animal was tentative at first, positioning himself between her knees and licking them tenderly. It was that gentle brush of his tongue that made her close her eyes tightly and squeeze her fingers into the dirty carpeting.
"Oh; God, please... ughhh . . . don't."
The dog's tongue moved higher and higher, trailing along the insides of her thighs. Carrie cried out as a particularly powerful spasm shot through her cunt. She straightened her spine, wriggling her butt from side to side, feeling the stiff piling tickling her buttocks. Every nerve ending in her pussy seemed to be standing up, reaching out for that wonderful tongue wetting down her thighs.
"Ohhhhh, don't. . . don't, don't!" Carrie was on her back now, moving her body like a snake. Her chest was rising and falling with her heavy, uneven breathing. She had opened herself completely to the animal now, her cuntlips swollen open, the furry bush between her legs barely concealing the dark red lips puffing up with excitement. Juice seethed from her pussy, wetting down her thighs, exciting the animal even more.
"Ohhhhh!" she breathed excitedly.
His tongue probed into her hole, brushing over the slick folds and hollows of her cunt.
Carrie found herself moving in a counter rhythm to the animal's tongue. She shoved her hips up, then let them fall back down, rocking her body from side to side. Pal whimpered and moved the long tip of his nose from side to side.
"My God, ohhhhh, noo . . ."
"Man, she can't get enough of that fuckin' mutt!" Jack commented, reaching down and fingering his cock through his Levi's.
"Yeah, she's gonna go for broke, man. Betcha she gets the fuckin' dog on top of 'er in a see," Ray said, hoping Carrie would be so carried away by her own excitement that she'd let the animal mount her. He hoped so. He enjoyed that sort of thing, watching women degrade themselves that way by performing humiliating acts of perversion for him.
"Ohhhhh . . . UGHHHH . . ." Carrie groaned.
The tongue pressed hard against her cuntlips, forcing them wide apart. Carrie heard a dog barking in the distance somewhere. Her nerves were jangling. No, no, it couldn't be happening to her. Raped by a dog? It was something to laugh about crudely. Fighting through the red fog that had settled over her mind, the girl reached out and caught the dog's big' head in her hands. She began shoving him away from her spit-soaked cunt. He started that awful low growl in his throat again. His eyes slitted, his ears pinning back while his fur stood up.
"No, no, no!" Carrie tried to tell him.
The dog barked, pulling away and moving back. She saw him opening his powerful jaws, sinking his white fangs into her thigh. He wasn't really biting, just showing her that he could. The demonstration was enough. Letting out a shuddering groan, the girl went limp, falling back onto the carpeting, letting what happened happen. She sucked in a deep breath, feeling pallet go for a moment. The flush of her skin, the burning sensation of her nerves being stimulated so much by his tongue both terrified and delighted her.
"Ohhh . . ."
Once more Carrie felt her knees being pushed apart. She bit blood from her lower lip, tasting it. Yes, she had to punish herself, flay herself for feeling so good during this horrible experience. The girl sobbed, rolled to one side, closing her knees together, trapping the big dog's head between her legs for a moment. Oh, how good it felt, having his furry warm head trapped by her fleshy thighs. Pal must have thought so, too. He didn't move for a few moments, his hindlegs quiet against the floor while his tongue stopped that awful lapping.
Then he sprang to life, pulling back and licking at the swollen lips of her cunt. The dog grunted with excitement, lunging at the glistening, sensitive surfaces - that had been peeled open.
"Ohhh!" Carrie screeched.
The dog seemed to go crazy. He was more aroused than ever. He gouged his claws against her thighs and stuck his nose up and down against the flooded slick folds. The girl could see that her juice was wetting down the short stubby fur around Pal's snout. Oh, how his nostrils were wet with her cunt juice, .glistening under the dim light with it. Carrie's chest seemed to fill up with something, tighten so much she could hardly draw a breath!
"NOOOOOOO!"
The tickle between her legs was getting worse, getting to be that throbbing ache she had learned to recognize. But this time, it was a dog bringing her off, an animal between her white, long legs, licking and lapping at her clit. At times, she could feel him sliding his tongue down, down to the tight knot of her asshole. Oh, was he going to butt-fuck her too?
"Ugnhhhhh . . ." she whined.
His tongue lolled sloppily over her pussy, splitting her cunt apart, petting her clit again and again until the young girl was breathless from the growing excitement. "Fuck her, man, fuck her," Jack whispered, his eyes glazed with excitement as he watched the girl writhing under the big dog.
"Yeah, stick that knob in ' er," Ray added, his eyes noting Pal's long, red knobby boner, now all the way out from its sheath.
"Ohhhh, don't, don't. . . "
But Carrie couldn't shove the animal away from her if she wanted to. The big dog was just too powerful for her, too insistent, lording over her with his huge furry body while raping her with his tongue and snout. Carrie felt herself close, oh, so close to cumming. With the last ounce of will she had, the girl dug her heels into the rug and squirmed back, reaching up and pushing the animal's snout away from her dripping cunt. She felt her cunt slackening a bit the moment she pushed the dog from her hole. No, no, she couldn't let herself cum with the big dog. It would be too horrible for her to face up to later on. They could knock her unconscious and let the filthy animal do what he would with her. But she didn't want to be conscious, to see and feel her body's reactions to Pal's licking.
Pal wasn't easily dissuaded. As she crawled back, her arms trembled, shaking with fear and excitement. That pink tongue was back, driving up and down her cuntal crack. It was soooo good, so shamelessly good. Her clit burned like a burning lump of coal from the steady hot friction.
"No, no, NO!" she kept saying.
It was almost more than she could stand. She wanted him now, wanted to feel his long sloppy tongue wash over her body. Yes, she wanted to be bathed in spit, doggie spit. The desire to crawl away was gone, evaporated under her rising sexuality. Slowly, steadily, the girl inched her knees back, letting herself be completely ravished on the living room floor. She felt her cuntlips parted, unsticking from the tension of that spread-eagled position.
Yes, she was opening herself up to him as if she were taking on a lover. Every inch of her cunt was exposed to the big animal.
"Unghhhh!" Carrie grunted. What had happened to her? What had changed the young woman into a panting slut, a woman who would take on anything to satisfy the desperate needs of her cunt? Morality, her childhood, nothing mattered any more.
She gasped and babbled to the dog as he raped her. She brought her feet together at the sides of his head, rubbing her toes over the fur covering his body. Yes, yes, the stiff tickle of his coat against her bare soles made her throw her head from side to side. It was wonderful, maddening. Drool leaked from the corners of her mouth while her face reddened, becoming pinched, having the appearance of a woman in high heat. Carrie moved her ass up, let it fall back, then shoved it up again. The girl was fucking Pal's mouth, moving her cunt up to his big snout and wanting to feel that pointed thing burrowing into her hole. Yes, she wanted him to fuck her with his nose, drive that thing in as if it were a long, thick cock.
.
"Oh, oh, OH!" she squealed.
She was close, hovering close to the point of orgasm. The girl moved her ass around in frantic circles, crying excitedly through her nose. Her nostrils burned with the air she sucked in to feed her moving body. The animal's licking seemed to be everywhere at once. The more she moved, the more pleasure she brought to her body.
If only she could have the sensation of being filled, of having that dick reaming her out, spreading her cunt walls until they threatened to tear. That was the feeling she loved when Jack fucked her, when he drove that cunt splitter down into her hole until his balls dragged over her pussy mound. Oh, how she loved that sensation of being impaled on a man's prick, of having that long cockrod throbbing in and out of her! She chilled _yen now, just thinking about it and-for one moment-wondered what it would be like having Pal's dick in her.
"GOD!" she blurted.
Carrie tilted her cunthole up, feeling the dog's tongue rim the pulsing circle of tense muscles. He shoved it in for a moment. The girl petted him excitedly, barely able to speak.
"Oh, oh, OHHHHH!"
She was going to cum. Oh, God, she was going to make it with that tough, big dog. The animal moved his tongue around and around, finding all the sensitive spots in her wet, squishy cunt. Her pussywalls spasmed. The girl could feel those muscles trying to grab onto the dog's black nose. Carrie was quivering on the edge of her climax. The big muscles in her ass cramped. The girl kicked one leg high, fanning her toes out until they cramped.
The dog slowed his rubbing, pulling back and looking curiously up at her.
"NO, NO, NO!" she shouted wildly.
He couldn't stop now! No, he had to go on, on with that wonderful licking. Oh, if only she could feel that marvelous sensation of a man's dick in her, she would be milking it now. Yes, it was an awful, shameless thing to be thinking about. But she would be milking it now.
"UGHH!"
Carrie pitched on the floor, bucking her ass against the big animal. His teeth cut her slightly. And that acute tickle brought a groan from her throat. The girl soon found herself raking his fur with her fingers, actually pulling him against her. Scissoring her legs lightly around the big dog's neck, Carrie took him on as a lover, feeling his throaty growl vibrate against her cunt.
"OHHHHH!" she screamed.
The moment of white-hot joy was suspended over her as Carrie felt herself falling into orgasm. . . and with a dog!
Chapter Ten
It was too late for her to stop now. She couldn't quit, couldn't stop if the roof were falling in. She tossed her head, feeling her hair splashing over her face as she came. Her thighs were filled with an itching, aching, tantalizing fire that wouldn't quit. Oh, how good it felt, having that sensation race up and down her thighs, entering her cunt, sending showers of sexual sparks into her clit.
"No, no, NOOOOOOO!" Carrie cried.
It was too much for her to stand. The girl bucked her body so wildly she nearly knocked the animal away several -times. It was too good, oh, too good to be real.
The dog kept on licking and nuzzling and panting his breath against her convulsing cunt. Hot juices flooded out onto his snout, wetting down Pal's nose until the smacking, wet sounds were louder than before. The girl's orgasm was achingly slow-not the sharp, joyous explosion she had had with the brothers when they fucked her. No, this was more drawn out, more exciting in away, as the big animal kept on licking her cunt.
"UGHHHH!"
Carrie was jerking like a speared fish. She thrust her fingers into her cunt and moved around. The animal was whimpering above her, licking her white, shaking knuckles.
When the girl opened her eyes again, Pal lay next to her. Oh, she had been hugging his body protectively, snuggling up to it. He was the only thing in this room that hadn't attacked her, that hadn't abused and kicked her. Carrie moved her knees up farther on the animal's body, wishing they would leave her and the German shepherd alone.
"Man, she wants to fuck 'im. What's the matter, Pal, you too tired out?" Ray asked.
Carrie's skin prickled with embarrassment. She knew she had done something terribly wrong, something so wrong that even these strange men were looking askew at her. "Man, would you wanna fuck a pussy like that?" Jack asked his brother, pointing down at her blonde cunthairs, now slicked back, weighed down by doggie saliva. "You kiddin'? Man, I'd rather stick my cock up some shitty whore's butt than fuck that bitch now. Man, she's nothin' better'n a toilet. "
I was horny, Carrie told herself, turning her face away from the mocking sneers above her. "Come on, let's take her into the bathroom and show her what we think of cunts who make it with dogs," Ray said, bending down and gathering up the tiny girl in his arms.
Pal growled, then stopped the moment he saw Jack's arm raised over his head. The animal slinked away, curling up into one corner and watching nervously as they dragged the moaning blonde teen away.
"Where. . . where are you taking me? Oh, God, please let me go home!" she cried.
"Not yet, baby, not yet," Ray said, dragging her through the long, filthy hallway and into the bathroom.
Jack flicked on the light, going in front of them and shoving back the torn plastic curtain. Carrie could see a cleaning rag hadn't touched this area for a long time. There was the smell of piss on the floor, while all around the paint was peeling from the walls. A dirty, cracked mirror was half pulled from the wall and roaches scurried across the dirty tiled floor for safety. The girl groaned when they dragged her across the floor, shoving her ass against the cold porcelain lip of the tub.
"NO!" she shouted.
Her arms shot out as they dumped her in, her legs tumbling over her head. Carrie slid into the cold tub, her hands moving behind her just in time to keep her head from striking the hard surface. Jack was filling a glass of water up and drinking it while Ray stood to one side, laughing at the tormented girl.
"Toilet. That's what the fuck you are, baby. Nothin' but a fuckin' toilet," Ray said, taking the glass after Jack had finished drinking and filling it up. Both brothers were taking down their pants.
What was this, another fuck? Were they both going to fuck her. . . in the bathtub? Were they going to drown her?
In a moment, the young woman realized they were going to drown her all right. . . in piss! The brothers were moving up to her until their bare knees struck the outer lip of the old bathtub. Each was holding his limp cock in one hand, aiming the piss-slit right at her face. Carrie whimpered, shrinking back. But there was nowhere to run. The tub was narrow, too narrow for her to do anything except sit there and wait for the sickening inevitable act of being pissed on by these maniacs.
"NO!" she whispered. She was too exhausted, too beaten, too weak to protest any more. Defeated, Carrie covered her face protectively as the first droplets of piss oozed from Jack's piss-slit. "Take it, baby, take it all. You're gonna dig this, man, dig takin' my piss 'til you choke on it." Ray's face reddened as his piss started to flow. Carrie shrank back again, her head striking the wall behind her. She saw the yellow stream arching out from his cockhead, dribbling over the lip of the tub, then oozing down the side, touching her right knee. Then it sprayed out, splashing over her face, onto her chin, oozing down hotly between her high riding tits.
Her thighs cramped as she moved back, trying to avoid Ray's piss. Then Jack's urine started to flow, his thick spray catching her by surprise. The girl screamed, covering her mouth with one hand, feeling the bile rising up from her stomach as the double stream of piss coated her body.
"Stop it! Oh, God, please stop it. Ohhhh, you're making me sick," she wailed.
"Poor little girl's gonna puke. Come on shithead, drink that piss. Open your mouth and drink it!" Ray shouted.
Carrie turned her head away, refusing to open her mouth. Ray stopped his pissing, reached down and slapped her hard across the face. He backhanded her, then slapped down and forward again. The girl cried out, her body jerking from side to side because of the force of those blows.
Again and again, he hit her, her cheeks stinging from his callused fingers. Her knees slid on the vile piss coating the bottom of toe tub. She choked, letting out a strangled cry for help. Falling backward and striking her head against the shower wall, Carrie felt herself passing out. She put both hands down to her thighs, pressing the fingernails into her flesh, trying to keep conscious. She was aware of Ray laughing at her, stepping back and holding his dick once more, aiming the stream at her mouth.
"OHHHHGHHHFFFFF!" Carrie gurgled.
He did it! He actually was shooting his piss into her mouth! For an instant the teen froze, her eyes wide, her hair plastered to her dampened cheeks and shoulder blades. Carrie could feel the warm, salty liquid washing around in her mouth, some of it oozing down her throat, most of it splashing out in droplets over her front teeth.
"NOOOOO!" she whined pitifully. Carrie put her hands up to her face once more, the urine splashing off her fingers and spraying all over her body. Oh; how could they do something like this, using her as a human sewer? This was worse than being licked off by the German shepherd. This was the lowest a human being could go, being the toilet for another. The girl grunted as the urine splashed over her thighs, wetting down her pussy, dribbling over her ankles and finally collecting in a greasy pool around her feet. The young woman gagged, listening to the piss gurgling down the drain to her right. Would the piss never stop? It was like an unending fountain, spraying out of Ray's and Jack's dicks, coating her with the vile fluid until she felt incredibly filthy.
"Shit, think I'm dry," Ray said, examining his dick after shaking off the last few drops into Carrie's face. "Yeah, me too. Think we oughta shit on 'er, too? That'd be something that little bitch'd remember for a fuckin' long time!" Carrie felt her stomach turn over. She pictured the men climbing into the tub, their hairy butts centered over her, the first turds spattering on her belly, on her cunt. It was awful! She prayed God she'd pass out before something like that defiled her. "Naw, come on. Let's let the bitch go. She's had enough for the night. We can always pick 'er up later," Ray said, stepping back and reaching for his shirt. "She ain't gonna talk. 'Cause if she does, man-baby, we're gonna rearrange that pretty face of yours. We're gonna clean up the fuckin' street with you, understand?'
Jack stretched out one hand, curling his fingers around several strands of her hair and yanking hard. He was going to hurt her, beat her badly if she were to tell anyone about what happened.
She would be silent. She wouldn't tell people about how the brothers tortured her, sicked their dog on her, how she loved it, how she threw her legs around the big German shepherd's back and let him fuck her cunt with his tongue. But she was sure they would tell everyone what had happened here. Whether many people believed it or not, she and her mother would be shamed in the neighborhood. Most people would think - and rightly so that Carrie had invited this disaster on herself, what with those skimpy bathing suits she loved wearing on hot days, and her short skirts.
"No, no, I won't say a thing," the girl murmured, sinking into the muck as Jack let her go.
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"Come on, let's take the bitch back home. We've got a blanket. Nobody's around to see us now," Ray said, helping his brother pull the limp teenager from the piss-soaked bathtub.
Carrie didn't help them one bit. She lay limp, falling forward, nearly slumping to the floor several times as the brothers dragged her from the bathroom back to the living room. "Hey, come on boy, you wanna take a shit? Come on! " Ray said, slapping one hand on his thigh.
"Yeah, you wanna take a shit on her?" Jack added, opening the door and checking the street. There was no one around, most of the homes having gone dark.
"Let's get 'er back home, then go out and find some good pussy. This one smells like . . . shit!"
Carrie winced at their mocking laughter, feeling as if she could dive into a hole and die. She thought of her mother. How could she possibly avoid talking about the horrors of this evening? God, would that be possible? She had been raped several times, beaten, attacked by an animal, then pissed on by her rapists! And all the time they were laughing, laughing at her distress, at her degradation.
"Come on," Jack whispered, dragging the girl behind him.
The three of them plus Pal raced across the street, Carrie's feet barely touching the rough concrete as they pulled her over the curbing and down the drive to the back of her home.
No sooner had they reached the kitchen, kicked open the door and thrown the young girl onto the floor in a heap than the sound of a car reached their ears.
Oh, God, my mother! Carrie thought, her mind freezing.
Chapter Eleven
What happened next was hard to believe. The two brothers panicked for a moment, then broke into a smile as the car chugged to a halt near the back door. Before Carrie could warn her mother as to what was happening, Ray stopped up her mouth with a dishcloth, dragging her exhausted body behind the doorway while Ray signaled Pal to keep quiet. They heard the door slam, held their breaths as the sound of a woman's heels clicked closer. They could hear Joan fishing for her keys, hear the lock turn, and hear her remark of surprise when she discovered the back door unlocked.
"Grab the bitch!" Jack snorted.
Joan had just returned from the hospital, her mind still confused about what had happened between her and Ken. She thought about the young doctor. Coming home, the woman felt her heart sink just a bit. She was returning to her humdrum life.
The moment she opened the door however, Joan realized this was no boring, humdrum matter facing her.
"Who are. . . oh, God, it's YOU!"
Joan backed away, recognizing Ray and Jack. She stretched one hand out, her fingers searching for the doorknob. But Ray grabbed her before she had a chance to escape. Twisting her wrist around until a sharp jolt of pain brought her to her knees, Ray called out for the big animal-snoozing in the living room next to the trembling Carrie.
"STOP IT!"
Joan was screaming, twisting as best she could, her head hanging down while her legs buckled under her. Something was swarming around her knees, licking her crotch. A dog!
"We tapped your daughter. Understand, baby? We been fuckin' around with that little cunt all fuckin' night," Jack taunted.
To emphasize his point, the young man and his brother dragged the screaming woman through the doorway, laughing at her as she tried kicking and scratching them. When they got to the living room, she saw Carrie sprawled and naked on the floor, her body dirty and marked with large welts and bruises.
"OH MY GOD!" Joan moaned.
She couldn't help staring in horror at her daughter, at her lovely daughter, obviously only half conscious, moaning, lying there like a piece of trash while the brothers laughed at her.
"ANIMALS!"
Joan twisted around savagely, scratching Jack across the left cheek. Four long marks appeared immediately, droplets of blood oozing from the gashes. The young man jerked back, putting one hand to his injured flesh and staring at the blood on his fingertips.
"Let's strip 'er and get that fuckin' animal on her," he shouted.
Joan struggled valiantly. But it was impossible to keep both men off her.
She felt a hand sliding up her skirt, touching her panties, pulling the briefs down. Another was tearing her white cotton blouse, ripping the buttons off, pulling at her bra strap until the halter finally tore from her body. She felt her tits tumbling out of the large cups, slapping softly together, then rolling apart. Ray had slid her skirt off, then curled his fingers around the elastic panty band and tugged the briefs all the way down to her ankles. In a moment, the woman was completely nude. Ray was holding her wrists tightly together behind her back, his fingers pressing against her arm so hard she thought he was going to break her bones.
"She hot?" Jack asked as his brother smoothed his fingers over Joan's cunt.
"Not yet. But you wait, ol' Pal can warm 'er up," Ray answered.
He moved one hand up, pressing the arm against the back of her neck. He was shoving her down, down to the floor. Joan felt her knees giving way, buckling under the tremendous pressure. She bent over, her thunderous tits pulling sexily at her upper chest. Her ass shoved out, her knees bending while her hair curtained her flushed face. Joan doubled over, then sank to the floor, her knees brushing over the carpeting.
In front of her lay Carrie, almost unconscious. And trotting all around was that horrible dog. Only now did the woman realize that the German shepherd was going to play some horrible part in her humiliation.
"Stop it! STOP IT!" Joan snapped.
"Listen, baby, you're gonna dig this. You and your fuckin' daughter ain't gonna be prancin' around this street so high and mighty when we get through with you. 'Cause you're gonna always remember this. And we're gonna help you, understand?"
Joan gagged as Ray held her by the throat, throwing her down to the floor finally as the big animal circled her, sniffing her cunt. He hadn't cum when Carrie popped off in his snout. Now he was once more aroused, sniffing at the trembling woman in front of him. He could smell Ken's jizz, smell the faint odor of her pussy oil. Joan had cleaned up as best she could. But there was still enough of the cum and juice to attract the dog. "What. . . OH GOD, WHAT IS HE DOING?" she screamed, feeling his snout shove up against her cunt. The woman drew her legs up, folding one over the other, half rolling over to keep her pussy away from the animal.
Pal barked, lowered his ears and started growling the deep, throaty growl that had so terrified Carrie. Joan inched away, her hands at her throat, wondering if the anima[ was going to attack her.
He leaped, his forepaws hitting her thighs, spreading them open as the terrified woman jerked her head back and started screaming.
"Nooo!"
He was touching her! Oh, God! Joan felt her stomach turning over. She grabbed her belly, wiggled back, her eyes wide, filled with the horror she felt knifing through her. Carrie moaned next to her. They had done this to her daughter. And oh, what a mess the young woman was! Thoughts of Ken, of his wonderful, masterful way evaporated under the growing terror of this circling, growling beast.
"Come on, over like a good bitch," Jack said.
He reached down, held tightly onto her shoulders and twisted the woman around. She felt so small, so insignificant with those two men lording over her. She turned willingly, whimpering through her nose. Soon she was on her hands and knees, her face buried in her crossed arms, her butt high in the air with her chin on 'the floor. It was an obscene fucking position-one that, however, she secretly enjoyed. Yes, she was feeling good, feeling something definitely good happening between her legs.
"Eat 'er out 'n fuck 'er," Ray commanded.
The dog needed no commands. He moved forward, touching her buttocks with his cold snout. Joan shivered, her flesh puckering up into goosepimples. Twice, she tried scrambling out from under the animal. But Jack slapped her across the back of the head, nearly knocking her senseless. In the end, she realized nothing could help her. Screaming, fighting, biting, nothing would rescue her from these men.
"Go for it, mama. Let's see if you're as hot as your fuckin' daughter was. Man, she'd set fire to any dick around town," Jack taunted.
Joan flashed a look at her unconscious daughter, her mind quickly snapping back to reality when Pal's tongue sloshed across her upturned cunt. It was wild, awful, something that made her want to scream and yet at the same time back up for more. They had fought with her, stripped her, beaten her down to the floor in front of her own daughter: And yet there she was, feeling the animal nosing her cuntal mound. She was becoming aroused. Oh, God in heaven, she was becoming aroused by this animal! It was something she had never even thought of before! And yet this position, her ass up into the sky, the stretching sensation she felt as she pushed her knees farther apart -it all was having an erotic effect on her.
"Ohhh . . . plllease . . ."
He was driving his tongue into her furry hole, twisting it around like some marvelous warm wet dildo, touching her clit, doing things to her no man had done. Yes, oh, yes, it was a dog, an awful dog. But it was rape, too. Surely she couldn't blame herself for this. These brothers had wrestled her down to the floor, stripped her, forced her to submit to this terrible act.
"UGNHHHHNOOO!" she gasped, her head spinning around.
Oh, God, Joan felt she had entered a new world when Ken fucked her. But this, oh, this was something absolutely weird, not to be believed! The animal was edging his teeth against the hollows of her thighs. Then he licked against her cunt again. The woman shivered, arching her back up like a cat. She shoved back, wiggling her ass lightly from side to side. Oh, was he going to fuck her?
The thought brought a whimpery gasp from her throat. Roughly, she clawed the carpet, feeling the animal's nose move into her seeping cuntal pit. She wanted to be full, to have that snout fucking in and out of her hole. Oh, God, God, it had to be harder, HARDER! She wanted. . . oh, God yes, she wanted to be fucked, fucked good and hard by that. . . dog!
Pal was concentrating his licking on her cunt. Then he drew back, turned his head to one side, then started to mount the lithe, beautiful blonde. Joan groaned, shaking her head as she felt paws scratching at her asscheeks. Then she felt the dog's furry underside brush over her butt, press down onto her back. His weight was fully on her back, making her elbows bend farther outward. She pushed back, fighting for support. A thrill filled her chest. Her long blonde hair hung down to hide her shamed face. She could feel the weight of her large tits pulling on her chest, feel her stiff nipples brushing over the carpeting as the animal proceeded to fuck her.
Something very hot and slick was brushing her crack, sliding back and forth, touching her clit. It had to be . . . oh, God yes, his knobby doggie cock! Her shapely ass moved and dipped. She sobbed with heat and frustration as the dog's red cock slipped into her cuntal mouth. He lunged forward hard, curling his forelegs tightly around her upper rib cage and nestling his head in the valley between her shoulder blades.
"NOOOOO!" she screamed.
Joan's face blanched, her lower jaw slackening. He was fucking her, driving that pole into her. She could feel all those strange little knobs brushing over her clit, teasing the sensitive nerve endings around the tense mouth of her cunt. She dug her fingertips into the carpeting, clawing at the piling, shaking her head from side to side.
It was wrong, oh, so wrong! There had to be limits for people, even people like her. Women just didn't do things like this and get away with them. Joan tried clearing her head, tried shaking the animal off.
But Pal wasn't about to let this one go. He tightened his grip, growling savagely when he thought Joan was going to try to escape. She let out another throaty sob, her forehead nearly touching the floor now. It was so odd, being covered by this furry beast, feeling his hairs teasing her sensitive flesh while his claws left long red marks along her flesh. She could feel his hot breath puffing against the back of her neck while his hindquarters drew up tight against the backs of her legs. He was pumping hard, letting out little growls as his cum boiled up from his balls.
"No, oh, no, no, no!"
Joan wasn't sure if she could feel herself cumming or not. Little flutters assailed her clit, making the tiny organ quiver deliciously while all those bumps on the dog's dick teased and tickled her maddeningly. Soon, Joan found herself growling along with the animal, twisting like a bitch in heat, loving the sensation of his big bushy tail as it swished against her legs.
"OH GOD!" she bawled in shame.
It was over so quickly, too quickly, she thought. Pal let out a high-pitched whine, his legs tightly gripping her body. He was dumping his spunk into her pussy, filling up her furry hole with his doggie jizz. Joan felt sick, her mind snapping back to reality. Fucking her, a dog fucking her! She was smelling like a dog now. Images of dogs fucking in the streets in two's, three's, in packs shot through her tormented mind as Pal finished up with her, then slid off the trembling woman and trotted over to one corner.
"MY GOD!" she sobbed.
Joan collapsed-broken, defeated, vilified in a way not even Ken could comprehend. She cried, tears flowing from her eyes, wetting down her cheeks.
"Yeah, baby, that's it. Cry for it. Man, we're gonna be back, take care of you and your daughter whenever we damned well please. And she ain't gonna complain, neither." Ray said, petting Pal, who was by this time licking his softening prick. Joan shuddered, feeling the animal's jizz oozing from her slit. She didn't dare say anything, for fear of arousing them to new depths of depravity.
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"You take care now, hear?" Jack taunted, slapping Joan on her dog-scratched butt, laughing, then turning away and shuffling out the kitchen door with his brother and the dog.
"Carrie. . . ?"
Joan whispered her daughter's name several minutes after she was sure the men were gone. The young blonde stirred, drawing one hand over her face.
"Oh, Carrie!" the defeated woman groaned, crawling over the floor to her daughter's side. She grabbed her skirt along the way, holding it protectively over her tits. "We've got to leave here. You've got to change schools. We've got to . . . "
She couldn't finish. Her mind was whirling around in circles. She stared around at the living room in confusion, surprised the ceiling hadn't caved in. Surely, God and his angels were horrified at what had happened. Why hadn't lightning come down and destroyed them?
"Mama, oh, I'm sorry, I'm. . . " Carrie whispered, still hiding her face from her mother. .
"It's all right, dear. We'll figure something out. We'll find a way out." Joan whispered, cradling her daughter's head in her arms and rocking back and forth. Best they had to leave, to get out before Ray and that awful Jack came back.
Oh, how right she'd been in judging those two young men. All her most fearful nightmares had come true in one night. And Ken? Were all men today like that? And why was she smiling?
"If all right," Joan repeated, stroking Carrie's face, and having second thoughts about leaving the neighborhood.
